#just absolutely melting over his visage

[notmyiclea]

im coming to understand the whole love and cannibalism thing

[moineauz]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐏 ?!

synopsis: when you think you've learned just about everything about your husband, fate tells you otherwise.

side comments: the highlight of the 2.6 livestream was dr. ratio rapping. facts. also i absolutely believe that when dr. ratio was a teen he was fixated on learning how to rap.

extra: gn reader, established relationship, fluff

YOU HAVE BEEN DR. RATIO'S SPOUSE FOR ABOUT 3 YEARS. Thus, you have learned perhaps every bit of his stern and eccentric mannerism: how he abides by his routine, the books he reads, how he dresses, and how the finite curve of his ever-astute eyes seem to gaze at you with unwavering tenderness.

Yet, learning that your husband could rap was knowledge that completely escaped you.

"Oh come on!" you plead, attempting to sound grave as you grin brightly, "Pass the tablet! You looked so cute as a teenager! So scrawny and-"

"Oh, that is quite enough," chides Veritas, still in his casual clothing, the tablet now securely gripped in his hand, "Plus, how could you have possibly found my tablet— "

He pauses, his expression now humorously annoyed, "It was that damn gambler isn't it?"

You've met Aventurine several times before. Often sharing coffee and the occasional banter.

However, last's visit turned out to be incredibly fruitful.

"I can't believe it..." your husband sighs, massaging his temples, "So when I was out getting papers, Aventurine gave you my tablet? From and in my own office?"

You smile apologetically, though, your suppressed giggle escapes you.

"Unbelievable."

"Well," you begin slowly, rising from the couch, arms crossed as you saunter towards your husband. A mischievous glint nestled within your iris. "I think your unique skill makes you all the more charming."

He scoffs, shaking his head before facing you. His countenance was clearly unamused. "Is that so? How exactly can you draw upon such a wild conclusion?"

"Because..." you drawl, searching for an answer, "I just do!"

Veritas scoffs again, this time, his large hands find their way around your waist, and you uncross your arms; unravelling.

Underneath his visage of quick-drawn remarks, deep measured inflection, and the unparalleled intelligence locked within the auburn hue of his eyes, is a delicate lover. A man with unconfessed dreams with the inner desires of a boy: to be seen and validated.

Veritas leans into your touch. Further burying himself into the crook of your neck, inhaling all of you in slow, measured breaths.

From afar, the scene is comical. Dr. Ratio is a man who is similarly known for his stature: the broad length of his shoulders, the defined angle of his jaw, and his considerable height. He loomed over you in public places, your head only meeting his sculpted shoulders.

Veritas was a Greek statue eager to be cracked by the delicate touch of your hands.

"The fixations of my youth..." he begins, his voice muffled, "Are rather embarrassing."

You pull him closer.

"Not at all," you whisper, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about when around me."

The two of you stand interlocked, your husband's large figure melting away in light of you.

"I suppose we can look through videos together."

You break into a grin, and Veritas scoffs. This time, with lingering amusement.

"By the way," you whisper, a cheeky smile spreading across your lips, "Can you rap for me?"

Veritas sighs, breaking away from your embrace as he tilts your chin, "The things I do for you."

masterlist.

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you're so deeply in love with rollo flamme.

COMMENTS: this is my entry for my event the chimes of comfort!!

It’s hard not to admire Rollo when he works hard, his brow pinched and a scowl on his face. It takes everything in your power not to tuck those loose hairs behind his ear and trace the prominent cheekbones that make his pale face seem so hollow. He makes a soft tch noise, lips pursing in frustration, and you swoon.

You’re staring like a sap, you know that, but it’s hard not to when everything about him is absolutely enrapturing. His hooded eyes scan the mathematical equations faster than you can blink, his mind computing just how many ingredients he needs for each potion at unimaginable speeds. Your eyes drift down to the hand that grips his pen, the bones of his hand pressed against his skin as he writes, and you rest your cheek on my palm as you observe him.

It’s just so easy to love him. Serious, prickly, dedicated Rollo. It’s so easy to stay by his side, to know that he’s what you want. It’s so easy to imagine a future with him by your side, the only person who doesn’t see your lack of magic as a weakness, but a strength. Your heart flutters softly in your chest as you stare, taking him in like a work of art, a masterpiece.

You love him. You’ve loved him since you met two years ago and you'll love him forever, you just know it. Oh, what you would give to add a ring to those pretty hands of his, and him to call you his husband, for you to be Mx. Flamme, tied to him forever and always.

“Mon chou chou.�� he murmurs, sounding almost mocking but you know otherwise, his eyes trained on your face, “Is everything alright?”

You can’t stop the dopey smile that blooms across your face, or the way your hands squeeze each other to stop themselves from reaching out to him. Mon chou chou, what a beautiful sound!

“It’s more than alright.” you laugh, as soft as the little bells he rings for you when you ask, the two of you indulging in gentle chimes right before bed.

It’s more than alright because I have you. And you’re beautiful.

“Focus.” he reminds you softly, a single elegant finger pressing against your review packet for potiontology, “I won’t permit you to slack off.”

“Right, right, it’s our final year.” you sigh, looking down at the half finished packet.

Your final year at Noble Bell. Graduation was a heartbeat away, your diploma almost within your grasp. Where were you going now? Would you go search the workforce for jobs, or continue schooling? You knew Rollo’s plans—ever the planner, that man—but had put very hesitant thoughts into your own. You didn’t want to mess up, or to become a burden on your family and him. The thought alone was almost too much to bear. You purse your lips, eyes drifting over to his face, searching his visage for answers.

There was that scowl again. Such a sweet sight from such a sweet man. Any focus you might have had melts like butter, and your smile returns, soft and full of love, completely distracted. You hear him scoff and mutter something under his breath (which sounds very much like oh for heaven’s sake) before he scoots his chair closer to yours. It’s like an electric jolt shoots straight up your spine when his knee knocks unceremoniously against yours, his hand resting on your thigh to keep you both steady.

“Tell me what’s on your mind.” he demands, leaning closer to you.

“I just...love you.” you say softly, a bit embarrassed at how intense your thoughts are and how little those four words cover it.

“I love you too.” he says it back and his voice is as stoney and soft as ever.

 He’s new to being vulnerable, to letting his walls down, to being him.

“I love you so much.” your cheat heaves with your overwhelming emotions, your lips and mouth moving before you can think to stop them, “I love how sweet you are, I love your hands and your cheekbones too and I love how you pout when you’re having trouble with a problem, I love how you sound when you call me mon chou chou, it makes my heart race.”

Rollo blinks, staring at you with his usual standoffish expression. Even when he’s so close, he feels so distant. You take a deep breath and continue to talk, choosing your words more carefully and speaking slower.

“I want to stay with you as long as I can. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re everything I will want. I want to spend forever with you, when we graduate I just want to be with you. I’m not certain of anything in my future except for that. I just want to be with you. I want to live with you, to come back home to you or have you come back home to me it doesn’t matter, I want to make dinner with you and make breakfast for you, I want to wake up to your face everyday and I...I...”

You bite your wobbling lower lip—why are you starting to cry—and gaze upon your love with what you believe is the most yearning you have ever displayed.

“I just love you.” you repeat, because everything in your future is so uncertain, because you never know what could happen tomorrow, because magic could very well take you away just like it took his brother away, because he has nightmares about such things every night, because you want to grow old with him and die by his side, because you want your hearts and souls and everythings to be one.

“I...I don’t pout.” he huffs, turning away from you with red cheeks and shaking hands.

Ah. Of course he would be hung up on that.

“You’re pouting right now.” you giggle, “It’s cute.”

Rollo is silent for a few beats before he turns back to look at you, brow furrowed in that cutely serious way you know and love.

Vulnerability. He may not know he displays it so openly with you (and maybe he doesn’t, maybe you can just read him well enough), but you’re glad he does.

“You want to...marry me?” he clears his throat, placing his ringed hand over yours.

The symbolism of such an act is not lost on you.

He’s checking if he heard you right. If he read your intentions right.

“After graduation...I’d like us to think about it.” you reply, flipping your hand to intertwine your fingers.

Mx. Flamme sounds lovely. It sounds right. You know the name will sound sweet on your tongue when you tell people it’s your name, when you’re called over by a coworker, when your friends tease you with formalities. It’s the type of name that will give you happiness for as long as you live, the type of name that only the man in front of you can give you.

And that’s because it’s so irrevocably his.

“Your wish is my command.”

He raises your hand to his lips and kisses it—his lips brush over the knuckle of his ring finger and you shiver,  It’s a promise.

No, more than that, it’s a vow.

“My sweet lamb.” he whispers, the words slipping under your skin and into your veins, passing right through your beating heart and rattling you from the inside out.

His lamb. His pure, unblemished lamb.

Your heart sings like a choir at the new name.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hey lumine! I hope all is well and that you're getting over the post-plague funk- I know being sick is the absolute worst.

If you happen to be taking prompts today (and totally cool if not!) I would love to see if you're interested in tangling with a continuation of either the bitter trap of truth or the craft of adoration.

For the first one, I ADORE the way Cat and Ragnor in your last piece were observing Alec so casually giving priceless nephilim intelligence to them while so clearly displaying his trust in Magnus alskjfda;lsdfjasdfadsf. so good and happy and all my favorite things with Alec happily surrendering to Magnus and being his BAMF-y self while doing so and even the utter delight of outside POV!

For the second, if that AU floats your fancy higher, my brain is just utterly stuck on that line where Magnus asks Alec to come to him at dawn because he wants his people to see Alec coming to his call, coming to heel if you will. I would be drowning in glee (to continue the watery metaphors) to see how your wonderful imagination would envision that scene occurring and what Magnus (and Magnus' people!) would think of Alec acquiescing to Magnus' request.

Hope you feel better!

the prompts themselves are compliments and incredible sweet s thank you Laws!

I realize it was a different day that this was sent but I dont remember which day and tbh, today is a good day! Mostly over the cold and my leg is finally aching less enough to think.

no outsider pov in this one, but a bit more of cat and ragnor and the magnificent team immortal because i love them and they need to be more heavily involved in this fic for a variety of reasons.

need to take @saryn-prime to a health appointment and then i'll be back to settle in and write more.

i ened up really feeling the bitter trap of truth today and its been on my mind for days and my fingers have been aching to write it. hope you enjoy and are doing well!

<3 lumine

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It’s past noon when Magnus’ wards flare and he leaves Alexander where he is, splayed out across the bed and face burrowed into a pillow. It’s been enough time that Catarina and Ragnor’s visit can only mean one thing.

Magnus will finally have his answer.

If he was wise to trust Alexander or if his boy has so easily betrayed him.

Alexander won’t face punishment from the warlocks.

Even if he’s played them, it’s one of his own people who have died and Magnus already knows that the Clave won’t punish him for it. If anything, they’ll reward him for ensuring that

But Magnus��� heart will still ache at being tricked.

Neither of his dear companions are in his apothecary, instead they are practically relaxed. Well, as relaxed as they can be when exhaustion haunts their visage. Catarina is splayed out on the sofa and Ragnor has nearly melted into his favorite armchair, pipe puffing peacefully away as Catarina summons three drinks.

“A toast!” She offers and her soft smile nearly breaks Magnus.

She wouldn’t be smiling or toasting if she brought ill news.

“It worked?” He asks, even thought he knows it has to have. But years of agonizing betrayal make him ask, he has to know.

“It’s as if she were never ill.” Catarina confirms and her eyes gleam with mocking humor. “I’ve never seen someone so mortified and furious to be saved.”

“It should also be noted that she’s of a much lower rank than your shadowhunter.” Ragnor gives a quiet sigh and blows out a ring of smoke. “I rather doubt she even knew what the poison would do beyond killing her and striking a blow to the downworld. She seemed utterly shocked that we managed to find an antidote.”

“Did you tell them how we managed?”

“And risk them finding even more obscure poisons?” Cat laughs and shakes her head. “No, let them think I somehow found an antidote. If they knew the treasure trove of willing information your boy is, well…”

She trails off with an apologetic shrug and Magnus just nods. Cat’s not wrong. If anything, she’s being generous with how delicate she’s being. It also means that Magnus is going to have to be very careful with who he shares information about Alec with.

The Council would no doubt want to interrogate him for all the answers he would be able to give, but Magnus would rather play the long game. Alexander is unique, in more ways than one and while he doubts that his hunter would dare lie before the Elders, he also doesn’t want more attention drawn to him.

Not before Magnus is completely sure.

Magnus’ heart has been wounded too many times for this one action to convince him, but it has done what he hoped.

Catarina and Ragnor are both now willing to give Alexander a chance, a real chance and that is worth more to Magnus than anything else.

— Alec is beginning to think that he’s never going to wake up with Magnus wrapped around him, or wrapped around Magnus. Every time he thinks he’s going to be able to enjoy sunlight and warm, bare skin and golden eyes, something comes up.

Alec is almost ready to just haul Magnus back to bed, but he doesn’t think they’re quite there yet.

It’s with careful consideration that he bites his lip hard enough to bleed. Instantly, the nearly scalding feeling of Magnus’ blood working through his veins lights up. He enjoy it for a few seconds as it heals the damage and then its gone… and no Magnus appears after it.

Alec follows the tug of his bond with Magnus, teeth playing with his lip — which burns in admonishment — and finds himself holding back a soft chuckle. Magnus’ friend Ragnor — someone who Alec knows is a highly revered potion master — is asleep in an armchair. He’s blowing smoke rings as he snores and Magnus and Catarina — who Alec knows is an incredibly talented and powerful healer — are splayed out together on the couch.

Magnus appears to be trying to give her a foot massage, but she’s asleep and his eyes are slipping shut, head nodding forward.

Alec huffs another silent breath of laughter and — with all the skill that he was once taught in order to be a better killer — collects several of Magnus’ extravagant throws.

Because Alec is nothing if not petty, he very carefully lays the cabbage green monstrosity of a tartan throw on Ragnor. Careful not to get close enough that the warlock wakes and thinks it an attack and then settles the large umber blanket over Catarina and Magnus both.

While he’s careful not to touch either of Magnus’ friends, he can’t help but settle a pillow under Magnus head and smooths the hair falling into his eyes away.

It’s a gentle, whisper of a kiss that he presses to Magnus’ hair and then he grabs the book he’d left on the table the night before.

As he settles on the floor next to Magnus, resting his head on Magnus’ leg and being careful to stay out of range of Catarina — he doesn’t know her after all — a glimpse of movement catches his attention.

Ragnor’s eyes meet his and Alec just nods, simple and acknowledging and then he opens the book he grabbed and settles in. If Magnus didn’t want him around his friends when they’re vulnerable then the magic of the loft wouldn’t have let him in.

The blankets probably aren’t necessary, but Alec is Magnus’ husband now. And while Alec is still figuring out his new position in life he does know how to take care of people. Mostly his soldiers and his siblings but still, if he softens his touch a bit, he’s sure he’ll manage just find at taking care of Magnus and his friends.

If this — being allowed in the same room as three vulnerable warlocks — is another sign that Magnus is trusting him, well then Alec is going to take full advantage of it.

While also not giving Magnus any reason to doubt him.

[sonicasura]

Kaiju Cores and Relics

I decided to expand more on the Knack x Kaiju No.8 concept from my asks. I'm including some things from Knack 2 alongside a few Species Swap shenanigans. The latter can be found at the bottom! Let's get started!

A good chunk of Knack's new moveset like the Sunstone Shield stems from experimenting with Kafka. Both want to get a better handle on their powers so don't be surprised at the sometimes whacky shit they get into. Lucas and Reno may had to melt Kafka out of a ice block once.

Knack is the first 'kaiju' to be marked for alive capture by the Defense Force. It's pretty clear that someone had created the golem and the higher ups want to know who. Knack barely escaped Vice Captain Soshiro multiple times thanks to his size manipulation alongside usage of the environment.

Lucas often sends letters to Charlotte, Ryder and the Doctor. He does mention his new friends in them but nothing about Kafka's unique condition. Ryder finds out when an group camping trip goes wrong.

Kafka once terrorized a horde of goblins. He gotten separated during a trip in the woods and the goblinfolk thought he would be an easy target. Rumors of a skull faced demon disguising as a human quickly spreads afterwards.

Knack wears a cat costume to walk around in public. Thanks to his small size, people think he's an eccentric mute little kid. Kafka definitely lied that Knack was his son and Lucas being his nephew so the two could get visitor passes for 3rd Division base.

Story time goes a bit wrong when small golem mentions the times he got blown up or poisoned on his first big adventure. Kafka and Reno were definitely sweating to hear Knack had been on the end of a giant teleporting mech. Nevermind the massive doomsday prophecy almost wrought by a billionaire's greed.

Kaiju No.10 vs Vice Captain Soshiro and Knack. Also the time Lucas brought a mech suit to aid the 3rd Division after convincing Charlotte. The officers absolutely didn't expect some peculiar help but takes it.

"How To Keep Your Dad Friend From Killing An Idiotic Man" Or Knack tries to stop Riot No.8 before he kills Isao. High enough friendship with both sides of Kafka, sunstone barriers and the new Relic Stockpiler are his best tools here.

Kaiju No.8 terrorizes High Goblin City. Or how Kafka officially made himself Enemy #2 to Gundahar in a short amount of time. You can't exactly trap his friends in a super hostile environment and expect him to not bust down the gate.

Lucas' gadgets become very invaluable to Kafka's friend group. Especially when Reno and Iharu get attacked by Kaiju No. 9 during their first mission. Or how the Time Dilator plus Freeze Rounds are a perfect match to stall dangerous threats.

Kafka has a built in cult radar and it immediately goes off upon meeting Xander. His golems also seem to agitate Ai so that's another red flag right there. Kafka secretly requests Charlotte to do some spying just in case.

(Special Species Swap: Golem)

Kafka's Golem form is around 2'6 at his smallest size and 34'8 at his largest. Black relics serve as his hair/fur/scales with a teal claw shaped jewel on his chest orb. When increasing in size, Kafka's visage looks similar to his kaiju form but if it had a tail.

Himbo accidentally discovers an unknown artifact and is turned into a Relic Golem. Kafka freaks out for a good five minutes before running over to Lucas. Thankfully the transformation is more controllable like an Off/On Switch and doesn't have an alternate personality to it.

Guaranteed mirror moment between two golems. Knack feels less lonely despite his concern about Kafka dealing with new side effects. The image of his older friend sneezing and falling into relics pieces is the golem's most haunting thought.

Guaranteed freakout when Kafka accidentally combines with Knack. (Think Co-OP mode in Knack 2.) It was definitely weird since both can hear each other's thoughts amongst other things. Kafka and Knack tend to combine if the situation calls for it.

Apparently Ai can also control their new golem form. It definitely feels weirder than manipulating Kafka's human body but not by much. Should Ai be in control then the gem on his chest orb will glow green to signify the swap.

Kafka uses this new form to avoid Vice Captain Hoshina and defend himself against General Isao. The Defense Force definitely mistakes him for being Knack's creator after the former incident as he swaps before Soshiro finds him. Sunstone Barriers still sit at the top of Kafka's favorite list.

Element Powers Up go a bit awry. Or Kafka almost becomes a walking forest fire when he tries to do a Relic Tornado with Wood armor. Apparently relics are good firestarters than just sticks and friction.

That's all I have for now. Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

[yumejo]

hey, imagine madara giving you lots of kisses (:

~ @gaiamatsu

i say this so often but i love writing kisses, my absolute favoriteeee//// cw: suggestive kissing

With her back pressed against Madara’s as they laid down in bed together, Yuna couldn’t fall asleep—wavelets of heat perfusing through her cheeks as her heart hammered, all from a sense of sheepishness.

“I wonder if Madara-kun is already asleep⋯ Haa, I need to get over myself,” Yuna thought as her eyes riveted onto the hotel wall; tracing the ornate patterns over and over again in a pitiful assay to distract herself. “Knowing him, he’s likely passed right out and I’m worrying for nothing.”

Abruptly, the mattress transposed as did the blankets; and as she jolted in surprise, Madara’s hefty arms were pinned astride her head as his body lingered above hers.

“Are you that nervous, Yuna-san?”

Swallowing tentatively, Yuna rolled onto her back and peered up at Madara’s blushing visage—his own complexion tinged with reddened hues, appearing affected and ruminative in his own way. For a moment, she wondered if she had annoyed him at all. “A-A little⋯” she answered, beguiled by that gleam in his emerald-hued gaze.

“I figured. I could feel your restless heartbeat,” Madara spoke with such muted tones that Yuna felt fuzzy warmth in her chest—yet the ludic and vivacious smile that curved on his lips after a beat cleaved through that ephemeral breathlessness of hers. “You’re sooo cute when you’re shy♪”

Angling himself downwards, the distance between them shortening, Madara took advantage of the breakneck embarrassment from his girlfriend as her head turned and kissed her ear.

Yuna’s hands rested on Madara’s shoulders whilst he lavished her sensitive ears in a myriad of kisses, before he took the shell between his lips and sucked. Rosy tinctures swept across her complexion with each motion, gasping softly.

She didn’t make any attempt to push him off, even if her flustered expression might’ve exuded the desire to do so.

“Haha, why are you always so quiet when I kiss your ears, huuuh? I like your voice, it’s so pretty,” Madara teased, sincere and devout, as if he wasn’t the reason she was melting into the bed. A hot, wet trail of saliva was left on her skin, and he promptly blew onto it and revelled in her squeak. “Let’s get all those nerves out~”

Before Yuna could even articulate a reply, Madara brought his mouth over to hers and affixed a firm, sensual kiss onto her lips. And he retracted back with an adoring, yet eager, smile before delving back down in a rush.

Madara rested a forearm onto the abundance of pillows while his other hand caressed Yuna’s cheek, the emanating heat seeping into his entity, and his tongue probed against her. “Come on⋯” he urged, feeling how their vehemence made Yuna quiver and reticently part her lips, “⋯ good girl, good girl.”

Tongue swirling inside Yuna’s mouth, Madara’s clasp on her face tightened—and he deepened the kiss further, listening to the pleasured mewl that overflowed in the lip-lock and made him subsequently groan.

With her mind clouded with a titillating haze, Yuna’s fingers squeezed the nape of Madara’s neck, pleading indignantly into his mouth, “M-Madara-kun, this is doing the opposite-!”

“We’ll just have to keep going until you’re satisfied,” Madara murmured huskily, voice becoming head with desire, trailing off as he continued to press fervent kisses onto her lips, “I don’t want to stop juuust yet, so bear with me, my little bambi.”

[minghs]

     我寂寞寂寞就好，你真的不用来我回忆微笑

a hand slips into yours, fingers interlocking in a way that has you marveling just at how well the gaps between his and yours seem to align perfectly— despite the differences in size, despite the way one hand is much more calloused than the other. it's sneaky, the way the hand inches down your arm, ghosting over your skin, then slides into place— snapping in place as though the gaps between your fingers was a keyhole and his fingers were the the golden - adorned and delicate carved key. together, their hands created a lock that only they could unlock.

it doesn't quite pull you out of your stupor just yet, your mind having been a couple clouds away— a couple hundred universes away, a couple skips ahead of time, a couple paces in the past— but you tighten your grip over his as a way of telling him that you're here despite the distance your mind is putting from your physical presence.

he's adept at catching onto how far you travel, his eyes are all - peering— as though you're in a galaxy and the bright, blinking stars are his eyes, simply peering and gazing. it should be unnerving. to the normal person, it would be unnerving and yet, are you normal?

your answer is in the way you turn your head and smile lovingly at the doe - like eyes boring holes into your head— as if any minute now, he would be able to peel the barrier between skin and brain to take a look at how many galaxies away you are, as if to see how many nebulas combusting in the thin layer of space you've witnessed. you find this habit of his cute, the way he speaks with his gaze, because it mirrors your own. no need is there for verbal affirmations if eyes do the speaking and so well do they speak.

you're not normal in the slightest. when you blink and your eyes close for the quickest second, you find comfort in his multitude of eyes peering at you in the vast galaxy you find yourself floating in— in a sense, it keeps you afloat, an anchor so you won't skip too far ahead with your thoughts. in another sense, it shows you that he's aware and he's looking after you. in a final sense, it shows that he cares and loves. he sees you.

a desperate hammering occurs in the spans of your chest, the hollowness allowing the acoustics of your thundering heart to echo and reverberate throughout your entire body— a tremble of the fingers: an oncoming fluster. here is where you contradict— you like it and yet, it makes you shy. the eyes in the space of your mind are unblinking and unrelenting, so while they give you comfort, they also make you flush with embarrassment. you like it too much to the point where it makes you squirm, sweat, and prickle with heat.

" stop, " you murmur in soft - spoken mandarin, your tongue heavy and light all at once. cotton candy melts in the way you speak, head tilting just so in order to hide your face from the bustling crowds running to and fro around them— a secret just for him to hear and for you to speak. it's not a heavy word, not in the way it's meant to be, but it makes him grin so fox - like that you can't help but roll your eyes.

your smile curves on your face, feline - like energy coiling off your body, snake eyes drifting from their hands to the pebbled pavement. you're a glutton for self - punishment it seems, and he knows it.

when you attempt to figure out your bearings ( which galaxy have you landed in? how many clouds have you skipped? ), you find that you have absolutely no idea. your lashes flutter, intrigue and confusion crossing onto your visage just briefly, before it slips away from you. when you tap into the galaxy of your mind, bright stars sparkling lovingly, you notice there are no eyes watching you. all around, the eyes have taken their rest— closed, content.

the breath that hangs in the cavern of your mouth is heavy, quiet, and unmoving. your fingers tighten around his, mind and body now aligned with your physical presence, feet in tune with his. your chest loosens, the breath that had been stalled now coming out as a soft exhale, your arm pressing delicately against his own: a gesture of gratitude, of a quiet and sure love. you can feel his smile pressing against your ear, the shadows of a food stall obscuring you and him from view ( an awkward corner of the night market they're walking through ), and you can't help the way you laugh, hands cupping his cheeks to plant a kiss to his mouth.

[kaelily]

(I'm deliriously tired, and so have this. I think this should be semi-coherent. Lol.)

"Kaeya," you murmured under closed eyes. "When are you coming home?"

You're struggling to keep yourself awake waiting for the Calvary Captain to come back from his late shift. Your eyes feel like heavy rocks, it's hard to keep them open. Your legs and arms feel like lead. You feel like you could fall asleep on the table, then and there.

You shake your head sleepily. "No, no. Can't sleep yet. Can't without Kaeya." Your voice began to trail off at that final sentence.

Your obliviously sleepy self doesn't hear the door open underneath your talks to yourself. "I can't.. not without him."

Your mutterings end up trailing off more and more. Unlike normally, when you could sense Kaeya's presence at the drop of a hat behind you, you can't even sense the Calvary Captain coming up behind you. Your mind adamant that the nagging feeling on your back were figments of your sleep deprivation.

It wasn't until you felt a hand on your shoulder that you spun around to see who it was. Dazzling blue eyes that held the stars greeted you. For a moment, the tiredness that plagued disappeared.

"Kaeya," you said breathlessly. Your hand cups his cheek, and your thumb rubs over his face. "It's you, it's really you. You're really, home."

Your voice trailed off as you gave him a sleepy kiss to his cheeks before absolutely melting into his arms, and letting sleep take you.

Now that you fell asleep in his arms, nothing he could do could rouse you. Not his subtle teasing, not his gentle shaking, not even his feather light caresses through your hair. You were out like a light.

It's that vulnerable and innocently sweet sleepy look on your face that convinces the Calvary Captain to stop trying to get you up. Now that he can see your face in his arms, his thumb traces the dark circle forming under your eyes, evidence that you had gone many nights ignoring sleep.

The Calvary Captain's expression melts into one of absolute softness and gentleness. It was a strange feeling to have someone wait for him like this after his late shifts, despite the fact that he told you that it was fine to go to sleep earlier. But you were adamant about it, telling him that you wouldn't be able to sleep until he came home.

Each night this week, it played out the same. Kaeya had a late shift, and you would be there, waiting at the table, struggling to keep yourself awake, until he finally came home and you fell asleep in his arms. He had the urge to tease you by calling you sleeping beauty, but he's sure that even if he did call you that now, you wouldn't remember.

But, having you fall asleep in his arms like this every night wasn't so bad. He got to princess carry you up to bed, and spend time admiring your sleeping visage. He got to run his fingers through your hair and lightly trace the contours of your face, taking in every beautiful detail.

Then at last, when sleep threatened to take him too, Kaeya would get into bed with you, and give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. He'd face you and softly utter two words, "Thank you."

You spent your entire night waiting for him, and now, he would be the first person you see in the morning when you awake. Kaeya can't help the small smile on his face that plays on his lips when he falls asleep. He's sure that he would be dreaming of you tonight.

OH MY GOD SSDCGBNJJKKHK

THIS JUST FED MY MY MIND BODY AND SOUL THANK YOU SO MUCH NONNIE <33

i would 100% pretend to be asleep do he would carry me to bed 💗💗

[last-curtain-call]

She follows at his side like a lovesick little puppy, unabashedly taking him in. The smell of his perfume, the warmth of his gaze, practically already melting against the feeling of fingers against her waist. She bit her lip, pink flush turning slightly red. What a fucking tease. There were practically stars shining in her eyes as he led her over to the most exhorebitent looking couch she had ever seen in her life.

She sits down with a nod and a quick thanks, her eyes wandering back to his own before chuckling lightly. "Seriously," her tone shifts to something a little more serious. "You don't need to worry about anything like that." Her eyes trace his lips for a moment as his eyes take in her visage. A small shudder graces her shoulders just as the wine glass if offered. "A-Ah yes, thank you."

Her gaze trails after him, watching the way his body moves as he turns. The voice of desire already attempting to imagine what it would feel like to touch and to be touched in return....Ah he's coming back over! She holds her right hand out to meet Mark's in the middle, smiling as the back of their palms brush by one another momentarily.

Taking a long sip from the wine, she follows his lead in leaning in closer. "Oh, someone you know. Dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, the kind of voice that commands attention..." Her eyes fall back to his lips. "...sound familiar?~"

She was... very obviously looking at Mark's lips, and the Protagonist couldn't help but grin. There was a sinister look in his eyes, as if he knew how easily manipulated Cici could be. No, he didn't see it as manipulation in his mind. He saw it as simply... playing a role in order to get what he wanted. He was giving her what she wanted in return, so could it really be considered manipulation. He leans even closer, his lips mere centimeters away from hers and looks her in the eyes. He stays there for a second, before leaning back and taking another long sip of the wine. "Oh, I'm not sure," he muses, gently swirling the red liquid around in his glass amd chuckling. "Maybe if you list more compliments, I'll be able to figure out which lucky man you're talking about."

His fingertips trail softly against her shoulder blades through her shirt, deciding that he wanted a tease for a little longer before indulging in more... carnal activities. "Of course, I shouldn't pry too much. As much as I absolutely despise Celine, we are still legally married. It would be an awful scandal if it was discovered that a prominent actor such as myself was caught alone, having a drink with the District Attorney of our little town. I mean, imagine what kind of debauchery they would assume we were getting up to here." Despite the topic of conversation, Mark's voice was suave and low, his eyes never leaving hers for even a second.

"Well, I'm sure they'd be under the assumption that I was pinning you to the bed, having you writhe with pleasure underneath me as I... my my, what a shame. My thoughts have the tendency to wander, it seems." He lets out a low chuckle, looking at his own reflection in the dark wine. He truly understood that he was a rather ravishing specimen, and he took pride in that fact.

After all, the public tended to be more forgiving towards people they were attracted to, and if it ever did get out of the manor that Mark was sleeping with someone other than the woman he was married to... he was sure the Celine would be painted in a villainous light. The thought thrilled him. Still, he would rather avoid the shame associated with the fact that Celine betrayed him first, so he hoped that Cici would be able to keep her pretty mouth shut in that situation.

[erabundus]

laughter  spills  from  the  wanderer's  lips  —  delighted  and  pure  and  wholly  unfitting  for  the  battlefield.  even  as  the  shot  races  mere  inches  past  his  cheek,  crashing  into  stone  behind  him.  (  gouging  deep  into  the  rock  —  ah,  that  could  have  been  his  face!  )  the  chaos  only  seems  to  stoke  the  fires  of  ren's  amusement,  as  though  this  violent  struggle  of  life  and  death  is  little  more  than  a  particularly  entertaining  game.  kazuha  truly  is  SOMETHING  to  behold,  a  warrior's  spirit  lurking  beneath  that  disarmingly  gentle  visage.  he  moves  swiftly,  attacks  with  grace,  and  the  wind  that  swirls  at  his  behest  is  of  an  entirely  different  breed  —  mesmerizing,  almost  akin  to  an  art  piece  come  to  life.  by  comparison,  ren  can  only  wreak  havoc  —  crafting  vortexes  and  blades  meant  to  rend,  slice,  tear  flesh  to  grisly  bits  without  any  of  the  ronin's  artistry.  limited  in  application;  only  capable  of  raw power.  it  truly  stands  as  TESTAMENT  to  what  dearth  of  experience  wielding  anemo  the  wanderer  has  in contrast.

❝  i'm  fine.  ❞  ren  is  quick  to  reassure.  coming  to  check  on  him  —  even  now?  it's  a  bit  endearing  how  the  human  consistently  shows  such  CONCERN  for  his  well-being,  despite  knowing  full  well  just  how  much  punishment  he  can  take.  (  reaffirms  his  personhood;  makes  him  feel  like  he's  actually  a  living  thing.  )  endearing,  and  perhaps  a  bit  worrying  —  he  doesn't  want  kazuha  to  do  something  to  foolishly  get  himself  hurt  for  his  sake.  that's  an  ARGUMENT  for  another  time  and  place,  however.

the  pair  that  were  disoriented  by  kazuha's  attack  seem  to  be  regaining  their  bearings.  as  the  ronin  dashes  away  to  continue  his  half  of  the  fight,  ren  finds  himself  staring  down  the  barrel  of  the  pyroslinger's  gun  once  more.  he  clicks  his  tongue, disappointment curving the wanderer's lips into a frown  —  again? there's  a  part  of  him  that  wants  to  launch  into  an  absolutely  scathing  LECTURE  regarding  the  utter  lack  of  strategy  this  group  has  displayed  with  embarrassing  consistency.  why  is  the  fool  armed  with  the  long  ranged  weapon  standing  in  the  middle  of  the  battlefield?  why  are  they  charging  into  a  fight  against  two  enemies  —  two  vision  wielders  they  have  absolutely  no  intel  on?  and for what purpose? idiots,  idiots,  idiots.  not  even  in  the  AMUSING  way  his  own  subordinates  were.  whoever  these  insects  report  to  must  be  even  more  incompetent  than  he  remembered.

the  first  shot  flies  past  him;  the  wanderer  is  already  moving  —  closing  the  distance  between  them  with  blistering  speed.  the  second  shot  hits  the  sand  below,  a  small  burst  of  debris  (  some  melted  by  the  heat  )  erupting  from  the  blow.  it's  not  intentional;  ren  has already slammed  a  foot  down  on  the  gun  the  instant  his  finger  pulls  the  trigger.  he  stands  there  for  a  moment,  balanced  on  the  pyroslinger's  weapon  like  a  particularly  inquisitive  bird.  the  wind  whistles  behind  him,  and  he  suddenly  bends  backwards  —  a  degree  of  flexibility  that  borders  on  INHUMAN.  the  anemoboxer's  fist  sails  over  his  head,  crashing  VIOLENTLY  into  his  ( completely unprepared ) ally  instead  and  sending  the  man  soaring like a discarded doll.

... the wanderer blinks.

his  palms  slam  into  the  sand.  before  his  opponent  has  a  chance  to  regain  his  bearings,  ren  flips  himself  over  —  kicking  at  the  soldier's  chest  with  strength  unnatural  for  his  slender  frame.  as  the  man  stumbles  back,  he  soars  into  the  sky.  gathering,  forming,  condensing  a  tiny  vortex  of  anemo  beneath  his  heel  and  flinging  it  to  the  ground.  though  the  sphere  is  (  deceptively  )  small,  the  resulting  EXPLOSION  sends  tremors  through  the  ground  and  a  massive  plume  of  dust  into  the  air.

without  pause,  another  blade  of  wind  races  across  the  sand  and  slams  MERCILESSLY  into  the  fool  entangled  with  kazuha.  there's  a  splatter  of  red;  maybe  it  kills  him,  maybe  not.  emerging  from  the  dust,  wreathed  in  pale  blue  light,  ren  doesn't  have  it  in  himself  to  care.

he  stops  before  the  human,  still  floating  a  few  inches  above  the  ground.  the  wanderer  pauses,  taking  in  his  disheveled  appearance  —  hair  down,  scratched  cheek,  blood  speckling  his  face  and  clothes.   ❝  are  you  alright?  ❞  his  voice  is  soft  —  an  almost  DIZZYING  contrast  to  the  brutality  on  display  mere  moments  before.  ❝  you're ...  bleeding.  ❞   he  offers  him  a  hand.

it's strange how the two of them have never been on a trip together, yeah they have their own things to do from time to time and when reunited it was always a bittersweet meeting. they would miss each other and when being separated from his soulmate made kazuha realize how much ren means to him. this was something he realized when he would travel with the crux.

he was here to help out ren with something he didn't know all the details of but maybe it was better this way. he figured that whatever ren had to do for the dendro archon was of utter importance and classified. so he wouldn't poke around asking why they were in the desert of sumeru. 

they weren't even in the desert for two hours or they were already ambushed by a fatui squad. from the outside somebody would think that the two men would stand no chance against a man twice their size, how foolish... this was also something that these fatui thoughts.. easy pray. easy to rob.. who knows.. what they were thinking. 

kazuha having the skill of a seasoned warrior made him a worthy opponent. as he ended up behind the group completely forgotten and their attention focused on his partner who just beautifully brought down one of their opponents his heart even skipped a beat while watching ren in awe getting the get-go of reminding these fatui men that they are fighting more then one person kazuha placed a hand on his side while the other one drew a bright green blade from out of nowhere.. wind picking up and a maple leaf motive surrounding the battle field where the wind would swirl and slash through its opponents knocking them of their feet. making the fatui skirmisher miss his shot and the bullet hitting a rock.

kazuha would make his way back over to his partner to quickly check if he was alright. he knew ren would heal up quickly if he would get hit but still, as his.. future husband he couldn't help but worry a little bit. not seeing anything out of the ordinary he turned back around and dashed straight back into the fight. letting the wind aid him.  he barely missed the blades of the pyro agent that was keeping himself hidden. the only casualty was a slash to the cheek and the hairband that kept his hair up was slashed in two.. making his hair flow freely in the wind. no idea during combat. fierce crimson eyes focussing on the hidden enemy.. trying to pinpoint through his senses.. ''where is he?''   ah! there.. the sun making a shadow of something that looks to be a human. so he dashed forward with his blade hitting what looks to be air but is actually, in fact, a slowly re-appearing fatui pyro agent.     

            ❛   don't think you can hide from nature's gaze   ❜ 

his blade stuck in the enemy's shoulder before he pulled it out with a bloody fountain following and the guy falling to the side. unconscious. bleeding out. specks of blood would hit kazuha's face and clothes, not something he hasn't seen before but it was something he would like to avoid. especially getting his blade stained with blood as it would damage it over time.   

kazuha swung the blade around a bit to have the blood fly off it. turning around to head back to ren and see how he is doing, his vision was captivated by the display of ren's fighting it was beautiful but deadly like a rose.. his vision was captivated so much that the enemy that was lying at his feet that he thought was unconscious was gripping his ankle and pulled him down making kazuha faceplant in the sand. 

he turned his head around and noticed a set pair of teeth close to his ankle.. ''what the?!!!'' 

[chococolte]

i adore your writing SO much its so detailed and expressive its amazing like im in awe??? even the old works you reposted i love it so much?!??? if its open still id like to request sagau with ayato and thoma (and any other if you want to add someone!!) and them maybe meeting their god or being praised?

Thoma already is such a sweetheart so i can imagine how he'd melt from even the slightest bit of praise, and ayato is such a prideful man but itd be so interesting to see how he pushes that aside for his god. Absolutely adore all the sagau works youve posted so far, imagining their wholehearted devotion and love in such a way is just 👌 cant wait to read more <33333

word count. 1.1k

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obssessive thoughts/behaviors, religious & cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. nonnie r we about to kiss...? u know just how to make me write ur req... regardless, thank you so so much!!! i hope this is okay for you??? this is just u praising them since im working on a bigger work that'll have all my takes on the genshin men as worshipers, I hope u don't mind!!

ayato

Ayato is a prideful man.

Raised from birth to be the clan head after his father, Ayato has always been steadfast. He has to be. He has a duty to his clan, to his sister; to protect her from the darker side of politics, the back-stabbing and infighting; to protect the ones who he cares about the most, the ones who work underneath him and the ones who have put their trust into his command.

He works because he must. He lies and deceives, and with guile he crafts webs of intricate gossamer, lying in wait for an unfortunate individual stupid enough to cross him. Ayato's pride is deliberate, molded by his hands, by the azure glow of the vision at his hip— he is sagacious and determined, mature and mighty.

It is surprising, then, how easily he crumbles when with you.

The echo of your laughter, your refulgent eyes, the steady cadence of your voice and your dulcet tones; every detail of your being enraptures him with the ease of breathing, with all of the ease of sunlight seeping through verdant glades.

Your praise, whether light or ostentatious, leaves Ayato melting in his seat. It's unlike him— unlike the tall, dignified man of cunning and wit, to be so weak and defenseless to only your words; but the tides of his heart pull regardless, drifting to the moonlight of your smile. To feel the weight of your eyes on him leaves him preening, crooning at your slightest attention.

What pride Ayato has is discarded for this brief moment of peace with you, so he can revel in the euphoria your praise alights.

Your eyes crinkle at the sides, twinkling in the dim light of your private chambers. "You did good," you say. You say it so simply he feels silly for getting so worked up, foolish for the way his cheeks burn.

A soft ember of candle wax lights your face only slightly, an orange halo coalescing behind your head. Despite the twilight, Ayato does his best to impress your visage into his mind; the rim of ethereal light cupping your head like a sunset dipping beneath the sea, the flame's reflection dancing on your skin, the light glistening in your eyes like a blanket of stars. He drills it into his head, desperate to never forget.

You stare into the candlelight for a moment, then rise to your feet. You take small, measured steps towards him, then take a spot next to his seated figure.

"I'm sorry to have called you so late at night," you whisper. Ayato keeps his expression calm, showing no emotions on his face, despite the wild rhythm of his heart in his chest. "I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to speak to you privately, otherwise. But I truly am grateful for all you've done."

Without breaking eye contact, you reach forward and cusp his cheek, rubbing your thumb over the birthmark under his lips. His skin burns like electricity runs through the current of his veins, his nerves set aflame by the kindling of your touch.

"You're so good for me. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Ayato swallows thickly, then with trepidation, softly leans into your hands.

thoma

Thoma's heart beats against his ribcage with all the fury of a raging fire.

He squirms where he sits in front of you, furtively rubbing his legs together. Thoma drums his fingers on his knees in an attempt to calm himself, trying to focus on the light sound of the rapping of his knuckles.

The mere thought of being alone with you is enough to send him into a frenzy, but the reality of it makes it difficult to breathe. You had fed him compliments before, simple praise— but still, enough for him to wish the moment would last forever.

Light bores down through the diaphanous curtains of your throne room, reflecting your glistening, specular throne. Carved into the pillars that hold you up are jewels and precious stones, ingrained and polished until they shine like the sun in the sky.

“Thoma.”

You say his name in such a particular way, entirely unique to you. It sticks out in his mind, burning like a pyre. The way your lips cup together to form every syllable, the soft click of your tongue hitting against the roof of your mouth. That you know of his name at all is a kindness; that you speak it aloud, a blessing.

He grips the fabric of his pants a little tighter, digging his nails into his knees. Thoma helplessly resists the urge to kowtow before you, staying seated peacefully by your feet. You asked for him to do no more, and to imagine you ever dissatisfied with him brings him to tears.

You are his God. He wants to kiss your feet, whisper words of worship and love— but you have not asked for that. You asked for him to sit, and so he does. No more, no less, despite the yearning that aches within him.

Thoma nods his head in understanding, untrusting of his own voice. His heart trembles, drinking in your being, draped in fine silks and ornate jewelry. You are effortless in beauty and elegance; next to you, every god only stands to look like a parody of the beauteous glory of your existence.

“You're so beautiful,” you say. You reach forward and cup his cheek, and his breath hitches in his throat. Thoma’s eyes haze over with fog, but a warmth courses through him past the mist. Warmth from you, from the light you provide. Heat like an undercurrent runs through his veins and brings him back to reality. “So pretty. So good for me.”

A faint blush dances on his champagne-tinted skin, softly embracing his face and ears. Thoma looks up and meets your eyes, watching as you smile and wrinkle your eyes in a way that makes his knees weak. He's never been happier to be seated.

“I'm so proud of you.” You twirl his hair in your fingers, playing with his messy locks, ignoring the red blooming on his cheeks. Thoma bites his lip in an attempt to keep himself silent, butterflies hopelessly fluttering in his stomach.

“Please,” he murmurs. It's both a plead for you to continue and for you to stop— his heart is weak enough as it is, even without your praise. Coupled that with even the faintest of your breath against his skin, and Thoma is struggling to keep himself composed.

You laugh, whispering. “It's okay. Let me show you how proud I am of you.”

[klutzyroses]

Could you do part 2 of the headcanon about the reactions of the Ikemenvamp guys to getting a bunch of little kisses on their partner's face? with Mozart, William, Theodore and Count of Saint Germain.

Let's do it!

IkeVamp HCs: S/O giving them kisses on their face pt. 2

Suitors: Mozart, Theo, Comte, William

Mozart

Just one of your spontaneous kisses on his cheek catches him off guard but when he turns to question you, he is met with another on his nose.

And his cheek. And his forehead. Before he could even fully process it, you had him buried under your soft lips dropping multiple kisses on his slowly burning visage.

He will roll his eyes and complain...well he will try but by the time you stop, his mouth is pursed into a thin line, his cheeks bright with roses as he avoids making direct eye contact.

He finds that it wasn't so bad as long as you didn't do that in public. The feeling of your plush petals stays with him for quite some time.

He will absolutely wash those lipstick marks off. He loves you to bits but he is not walking around with those kind of marks for all to see.

He will most likely pay you back somehow. He will take your hand and press a kiss on it, never breaking away from your eyes as he does so, before he showers you in slow, all consuming kisses, from your hands to your shoulders, forehead and lips. He will feel a vindicated smile on his lips when you get flustered.

"It's only fair I return everything you gave me, don't you think, liebe?"

Theo

His gruff grumble loses some bite because of his slightly pink cheeks as they are dotted with little kisses over and over.

The feeling of your plump lips pressing against his skin again and again in chaste touches of affection whilst your slender arms coiled around his neck warmed him up from the inside, like he was enveloped in the radiant sunshine. There's hardly any feeling better than this.

He may grumble and complain till the cows come home but he enjoys it really. It's moments like this that reminds him how much he loves and adores you.

He is not walking around with lipstick marks on his face. He will not. It won't happen.

But he will definitely pay you back in full for flustering him so. Expect that out of nowhere, you may be pinned against the nearest flat surface before feeling his lips brush your soft cheek before claiming you into a melting kiss, his hands gently brushing your hips in a slightly tickling sensation.

Once you are out of breath and your adorable face is flushed, he will smirk with satisfaction as he coos in your ear.

"What's the matter, knabbeltje? Can't take a taste of your own medicine?"

Comte

His shoulders shook slightly with the loving chuckles that escaped him as he accepted every single one of your sweet kisses.

It fills him with unbelievable joy to have you shower your love for him in such an adorable display. He can't help but capture your pretty lips with his when you are going for his cheek, just to reciprocate even an eighth of your affection.

He has no complaints whatsoever, not even when he is left with lipstick marks to deal with after, he may not mind them, but he does think it more appropriate to wipe them off. Partly because he isn't really in the mood to hear Leonardo's playful commentary.

He will most definitely return your affection, tenfold in fact. He will cradle you, caress you, hold you, hug you, drown you in compliments, he will absolutely spoil you rotten.

He will gently pepper kisses along your smooth cheek as he murmurs tender words to you in your ear.

"Ma beauté...you make me a very happy man. Let me return the favour."

William

The bard of Avon is never above embarrassing you with his affection, thus its only fair that you retaliated by bombarding him with a flood of kisses.

He would be silent, his brow slightly furrowed, his cheeks a soft pink as he is left standing there, pondering how to react to the onslaught of loving pecks.

The poet would hold your waist as you held your arms around his neck for balance, and to keep him from escaping your love. There was no escape. None.

In truth, he loves it, though unused to it as he may be. It reminds him of how lucky he is to have you, what a precious darling you are.

He may or may not walk about with lipstick marks. He will wipe the more obvious ones off if there are too many, but will keep maybe just a few.

Be prepared for his retaliation. He will absolutely get you back. Make no mistake.

You won't know when, how or where. But suddenly you will be fully swept in his arms as he lifts you off the ground as he takes you into a heart fluttering kiss, smiling somewhat mischievously at your flustered disposition. He will definitely tease you about it, especially since it was so out of nowhere.

"Ah, but my most treasured beloved, t'was only a recompense for the tidings of love you delivered unto me but the other day~

🌸

[fussymeanie999]

first time - loki laufeyson x plus-size reader

WARNING: this is going to be around 90% dirty smut. you have been warned. mentions of: cunnilingus, deepthroat, facefucking, unprotected sex, breeding, first time

synopsis: reader feels extremely insecure about her figure, loki finds her being absolutely destroyed, he decides to show her how beautiful she is.

a/n: also, i like used a scene from my mad fat diary for one of the dialogues (another one of my favourite shows), so all creds to them! i also used a monologue called "corsets and courtship" for some of loki's quotes by @tomhiddlestonsoundalike on tumblr so all credz to him and whoever wrote the text!

enjoy, my plussize queens (or whoever's reading this lol)

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you stood in front of your mirror, in your undergarments, looking at your own reflexion, your fingers grazing your own skin, cringing at every bump or texture you felt. your skin wasn't as soft as you'd want it to be. it wore many marks, wether from your skin stretching or plain old cellulite. you had some pimples, some scarring... you hated it. all of it. you just wished you were perfect. you weren't skinny, that was for sure. you weren't even mid-size. you were a big girl. and as much as you'd want to pretend you weren't, there were times where that was impossible. you didn't fit in any "regular sizes" and not every store had a plus-size section. you were afraid to eat in front of people. you couldn't even be intimate with your boyfriend.

ah. your boyfriend. your boyfriend's name was loki. and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes upon. well, not a man. technically he was an alien. or a god? he came from asgard. a different planet and it honestly baffled you that a literal god would go for someone like you, when he could get anyone he ever wanted. you couldn't believe what you were hearing when he revealed his feelings for you. of course you were hopelessly in love with him but you just couldn't believe he felt the same way. fat girls never get the hot guys. at least not in any story you ever heard, especially not in your life. you never had a boyfriend. no one had really shown any interest in you and you didn't either. mostly because you didn't think anyone would feel the same.  you didn't feel as though you deserved to be with anyone, you were too big, too unattractive, too insecure. so you never really tried. until loki came around.

he became part of your life almost a year ago to this day. he was your first kiss, first date, first everything. the only first that was missing was... your first time. yes. you were a virgin. a fat virgin at that. you didn't even let loki see you without a shirt on. the mere thought made you burst into tears, imagining different improbable scenarios where he'd be so disgusted by your figure he'd leave you. but you wanted to. you wanted him to see you and you wanted him to touch you. you wanted him in every sense of the term, but you couldn't bring yourself to reveal your body to him when the time came. he was always understanding, listening to your wishes and never made you feel like you had to do anything you didn't want to do. but you could feel how much it made him ache to not be able to be with you the ways he wanted to. it made you ache as well.

you grabbed at your fat, your jiggly rolls, covered in purple stripes and you couldn't help the tears that threatened to fall, roll down your cheek. your small cries suddenly became sobs, and they became louder and louder, as your brain was flooded with images of loki's face, disgusted in your figure. you let yourself fall onto the bed, feeling your stomach touch your thighs, making your sobs grow even louder. you held your stomach in one of your hands and and the other directed itself on your face, massaging your temple, feeling your heart beat inside your head.

you thought you were alone. you really did.

you heard the door of your bedroom creak. your head immediately jolted up as your glistening eyes met with familiar blue-ish green orbs. you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your almost naked body, your sobs completely stopping but your tears still melted away on your round cheeks.

your raven-haired lover walked in the room, carefully.

"oh my sweet girl, what has happened?" the god said softly, carefully kneeling in front of you.

he slowly held out his hand to meet yours with confusion, worry and a hint of sadness in his eyes, but you quickly dodged it and got up, covering your entire front side with the blanket and quickly turning around so he couldn't see the back of you.

"nothing" you struggled to say, in between cries, still backing away from him.

you continued walking backwards until your lower back hit the dresser. you looked down, for a few quick seconds and when you looked back up, your lover was only a mere 2 inches away from your face. he cupped your visage with his hands and softly wiped your dried tears with the back of his thumb.

" you know how much i trust you my darling..." he started. " ... but this doesn't look like nothing."

he started slowly stroking your hair and brushing it with his fingers. you tried avoiding his stare but it was useless, as he was grabbing your face and lifted your chin up to make you look at him straight in the eyes.

as his stare felt as though it was piercing through your soul, you couldn't contain your cries anymore.

" be honest with me... i beg of you... it pains me to see you like this" he pleaded.

you started to contain your sobs a bit better, but you still felt so much pain.

" why... why are you with me loki...?" you were able to blurt out.

confusion. confusion was all that was written over his face. he also looked a bit hurt.

his stare started going around the room, trying to find an answer to your question. his hands, that previously were cupping your face, slid down to your throat and rested on your collarbone, his thumb drawing circles over your thyroid.

"what kind of question is that?" he said, annoyance in his voice. you were afraid you made him angry.

"loki... you can have anyone you want, alright? you're a god..." you said, tears still brimming the sides of your eyes.

loki looked at you with so much hurt, it was hard to keep eye contact.

" you're an 11, and i'm a two at best..." you proceeded. "most people, when they see us, out in public, or on social media, they must be thinking; "oh he must be absolutely mad going out with that..." you stopped yourself when you saw loki's facial expression go from hurt to raging.

"that what?" he asked firmly.

you didn't answer.

"THAT WHAT?" he screamed, making you jump.

he put a hand over his mouth, trying to calm himself down.

"how many times do i have to tell you, y/n?" he started. "you are my person. my woman. my everything. you are the most magnificent being my eyes ever laid upon. the most beautiful creature in all of the nine realms. can't you see? can't you? because i can. i see it everyday. i don't have to see you bare to know. never say that to me again, you understand? do you? do you understand?" he said, starting softly and becoming more firm.

his hands were still hanging by your collarbone, but you felt them grip at your skin, desperate for your understanding, for your touch, for you.

"... i" you started. "i d-do..." you stuttered through sniffles.

he looked at you directly in the eyes. you knew he loved you.

'but not enough.' you thought to yourself.

your love carefully placed his lips upon yours. his lips that you were familiar with. lips you kissed thousands of times. lips you loved. lips you longed for. you needed. the kiss he planted was one of the most delicate kisses he'd ever given you, but at the same time, one of the most passionate. it felt like all of the love he felt for you he poured out into you and in that moment, you felt like nothing could come between you two.

"p-please don't leave me, loki..." you cried out after the kiss.

"my love, my love, my love... never. i love you." he reassured you, stroking your hair.

he planted kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your eyelids, and then back to your lips, this time with more hunger. it was like all of the times he had to restrain himself, when you felt like you weren't ready, completely melted into that kiss. all of his passion, his love, his hunger, his despair, and more importantly his lust, he finally let it all out and you let it all in.

"loki..." you panted in between kisses.

"mmh... yes my love?" he said, intensifying and deepening his kisses more and more.

you hesitated. but you knew. you knew you were ready.

"i-...mmh... i want you." you said, desperation tinting your voice, sounding almost like a plea.

loki slowed down. he took a minute to look at you in the eyes. he wasn't sure what to say. he wasn't even sure what you were saying.

"what?" was all he could muster up to say.

you looked at him with a little more confidence and nodded slowly.

the look on his face was priceless. he would finally be able to be with you.

"a-are you sure about this, love?" he said, sounding like he had just won the lottery.

you nodded again.

he grabbed the sides of your head firmly and leaned in to kiss you once more. his hands trailed down the sides of your body and started playing with the blanket that you were still holding firmly in your hands. you were scared to let go. to be completely bare to him.

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to let this go, my darling." he whispered in you ear, taking the chance to leave a wet kiss on your lobe, slightly biting down on it.

he grabbed your shaking hands in his, drawing circles with his thumb softly against yours.

"give yourself to me, little one... let me see you, touch you, feel you, taste you. i beg... i beg of you." he whispered again, pressing his forehead against yours.

you breathed heavily. you wanted him to see you. to touch you, feel you...

the wall you had built had always seemed so hard to knock down... but in this moment though, that wall seemed to be made of silk. all you had to do was let it go.

"okay..." you said, in the softest voice you ever spoke.

you backed away from loki and walked backwards a few feet. you were now standing the back of your knees faced towards the end of the bed. loki was staring at you proufoundly, awaiting your reveal impatiently.

your hands were trembling. you had nightmares about this moment. you had panic attacks for this moment. this moment was everything. but something about loki... was it the way he stood? the way he spoke? was it his stare? something about him made you feel safe. safer than you had ever felt before tonight.

so you let go.

you felt the blanket reach your toes. you cringed. so you closed your eyes, not wanting to witness loki's disappointment. you awaited any second now a hurl, a disgusted sound or a hurtful comment. but none of that.

you carefully opened your eyes, only to find loki with a gaping mouth, having the most amazing look on his face. a look of pure love, of endless attraction and mesmerising lust.

he approached you slowly, making each of his step count. when he finally reached you, he immediately pressed his forehead against yours. though your eyes were staring down at your feet, you could feel his stare devouring you.

he carefully placed his hand upon yours and let it trail up your arm. then back down again, giving you chills.

he didn't say anything. not a word. what was he thinking?

"i... i look disgusting i know, i'm so sorry. i know i disappoint..." you said, starting to regret the blanket had reached the floor.

you heard loki sigh so heavily.

"you... have got to be joking, love..." were the first words he spoke after seeing your figure. you heard the smile through his voice.

"in all of my..." he started. you heard him swallow before continuing. "in all of my 1056 years of living... never... and i mean never... have i ever witnessed such beauty before this night. my sweet, sweet girl, i simply do not understand why you felt the need to hide."

his hand reached your face and kissed you so passionately, you felt a sort of... heat at the bottom of your stomach. it was an unfamiliar feeling.

that same hand made its way to your neck, then to your shoulder and started playing with one of your bra straps. eventually, he completely took it off and did the same with the other strap.

"you have no idea what you are doing to me right now..." the god said, in a lower, hungrier voice.

"what am i doing to you?" you asked, innocently.

in between kisses, you could feel loki smirk against your lips.

his hand went from your shoulder, trailed down your arm and grabbed your hand in his. he took it and before you knew it he pressed it upon himself. his black, silky, suit pants were showing a bulge in between his legs and that's exactly where he put your hand.

he was hard.

when you first touched it, you heard a whimper come from your lover. god, he needed you.

"this... this is what you are doing to me, darling."

you couldn't believe the words he was saying to you. you felt as though you were in a sort of dream. loki wanted you. he was... quite literally hard for you.

loki grabbed your hair and pulled your head back so you were looking at him. his eyes went extremely dark.

"lay down. on the bed. now." he demanded firmly.

you obeyed his commands in the blink of an eye. you were ready.

you laid down on the bed, on your backside, carefully. when you got comfortable you looked up at loki and saw him looking at you, with hungrier eyes. eyes that were darker and more lustful than ever. he was devouring you with his eyes and he made sure to capture every square inch of skin of your body.

with only a smirk and the flick of a hand on your partner's part, your bra disappeared in a light green magic, leaving your breasts uncovered and nipples starting to harden.

loki obviously couldn't contain himself any longer and almost jumped on top of you, kissing you savagely, making his way down your neck, leaving all sorts of love marks, some darker than others. some of them were painful but the pain only reminded you that this was real. when he got to your breasts, you could almost see his mouth water.

he carefully grabbed one with his hand, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

"so soft, so plump... for me. oh god, sweetheart you're giving me such a delight"

and with no warning he started giving you small licks, around your nipple, carefully approaching your most sensitive part, which he enthusiastically started to flick with his tongue. the sudden pleasure rose your voice as you let out a small whimper, begging for more.

"yes... yes my sweet girl... let it out... show me how much you want this" he said in a raspier voice.

you found your fingers playing with his raven-black locks, as his mouth played with your brown-ish pink buttons.

he did so for some while, until he felt your hand grasp at his vest. you wanted him to reveal himself to you as well. he got the message pretty quickly.

he looked up from his meal, giving you the same amount of eye contact, as he took off his black blazer, black tie and black vest. all he had on were his bottoms but you were too worried about his beautiful torso to notice. you let your hands wonder on his pale chest, feeling the softness of his skin, some of his hair, up to his pecs, you couldn't believe it. how can this man become even more beautiful?

"like the view, my love?" he asked. you enthusiastically nodded.

he bent down to leave more love bites over your torso and your breasts. he started to slowly go down your body leaving kisses under your breast, going even nearer to the most insecure part of your body. you cringed and whimpered again, but this time in a less of a pleasurable manner, remembering all of your stretch marks and cellulite, knowing he'll be disappointed.

"i... couldn't... be... more... in... love..." he breathed out between his wet kisses. he was now definitely directly on your tummy.

he looked up, knowing you wouldn't like this part. he met your eyes and definitely noticed your hesitation.

he got back up, towering over you. he bent back down, catching your lips in his.

he carefully started stroking your hair, in the most loving manner you could ever imagine. he looked at you straight in the eyes, seeming like he was trying to deliver a message directly to your soul.

"what have i done to deserve you?" he asked, his voice choking in between his words.

those words completely melted your aching heart.

it was your turn to touch him. you said nothing as you slowly stroked his cheek with the back of your hand, giving him your approval by a shake of the head.

he smiled and his head disappeared to your stomach again.

you could feel his hands rome around your entire body and his mouth leaving wet kisses over your stomach. his long raven hair still trailed around higher up on your torso, nearer to your breasts.

he finally got to the place his own body longed for the most.

at this point you were completely damp and you awaited his reaction to your wetness impatiently.

he quickly gave you one of the hungrier and most impatient look you'd ever seen him give you.

he got up in front of the bed, looking you up and down like a predator looks at its prey and with the flick of hand, yet again, loki made your panties disappear in a light shimmering green magic, leaving you completely bare. all that was covering you up were your legs, still pressed firmly together.

loki carefully placed his hands over your bare knees. he could feel you trembling. was it from excitement? nervousness? or desire?

"open up for me, my love... let me in" he said in a demanding, pleading voice.

you slowly started to comply and let your legs go loose. your lover took it upon himself and slowly spread your thighs apart. he couldn't believe his eyes.

he was letting himself finally see your aching core. he could see it glistening, it was calling to him, begging for his touch. he was the one the one responsible and he'd never felt prouder. he admired every fold, every forgotten hair you missed while shaving, everything about it was inviting.

"oh my sweet sweet girl... look at the state of you. don't you understand how long i've been waiting? to see you in this position, completely at my mercy, legs spread, only for me..."

he gulped and whimpered at the sight of you, as you spread you legs even further. he could feel the tightness in his pants become almost unbearable. he'd never been this aroused before in his entire life. but first, he needed a taste of you.

he slowly started leaving wet kisses over your thighs, getting closer and closer to your velvet folds. his hands traveled your entire body. your body, that felt as though it had been set on fire. he once again cupped one of your breasts and started flicking your nipples with his fingertips. you let yet another whimper escape your lips, needing him more than you've ever needed anyone.

you felt his hot breath against your wet love box and that was all it took to make you go insane.

"p-please..." you pleaded to the god.

he took your scent in, smelling the most mouth-watering aroma he ever got the chance to smell in all of his 1000 years.

"you don't have to ask me twice, my sweetness..." were his last words before delving in.

he placed his fingers upon your aching core, exploring all of your folds, he couldn't believe how wet you were.

"darling... you are dripping..."

he let his fingers trail for a few seconds, until they reached your entrance. he circled it with the tip of his finger as he finally placed his lips right on top of your sensitive button.

the sudden, unfamiliar sense of pleasure, completely took you by surprise as you yelped.

his tongue peaked through after a few kisses planted on your clitoris. it circled in the same motions his finger was making to your entrance. he was so soft, so cautious. but you could feel the heat in the bottom of your stomach growing darker, more demanding so you placed you hands on the top of your lover's head, brushing your fingers through his hair and slightly pushing his head down on your core.

loki got the message, as his circles became more passionate and as he started flicking his tongue aggressively at your core.

you felt your entire body tremble in desire as loki's finger plunged itself in between your folds, exploring your insides.

you were now moaning deliberately, wanting him to add digits. you thought you'd be more resistant, you thought it'd be a little painful, even but all you could feel was pleasure.

"more..." you pleaded.

as the words were still hanging from your lips, loki plunged yet another finger in, and this time, you did feel a little resistance but you didn't care. you wanted him. you wanted him so much.

his tongue was working wonders on your clit. you would think the man hadn't eaten in days at the sight of him. he was completely devouring you and you could feel the pleasure build up inside of you.

the mixture of his fingers pumping in and out of you, and his tongue flicking at your sensitive button, all of it was too much for you to handle. you felt something was coming.

"loki... l-loki... something... something's happening." you panted, in between moans.

he didn't stop. he knew what he was doing. he went harder, his tongue completely destroying you.

"i can feel it as well... your heat... your wetness... let yourself come undone, my sweet... for me" he whispered, panting, in between licks.

'come undone?' you thought. but before you knew it, you felt it. the highest peak of pleasure your body had ever felt in its life. you felt your thighs squeeze around the god's head, squashing him a little. you didn't want to hurt him but you couldn't contain yourself, as you screamed his name, not believing that amount of pleasure was even possible. it was electrifying. your whole body reacted, you were sweating. you put your hand over your mouth and bit down your finger to stop yourself from becoming a screaming mess, but it was already too late, as you rode your orgasm out to the last bit of pleasure you could conquer up.

"you taste even sweeter than i thought you would, sweet girl" he said, giving the nickname a whole different meaning.

you let out a huge sigh, slowly coming back to your senses. you looked up as loki got up from between your legs, his hand still caressing your folds slowly and placed a delicate kiss on your lips. you tasted what you thought was yourself. oddly enough, you didn't cringe, you hadn't found yourself to taste disgusting. it was... kind of erotic actually.

"loki i..." you started. you didn't know how to ask. "i want to..." you sighed out.

"say it, darling" he said, stroking your hair, still caressing in between your legs.

"i want to taste you... too" you finally let out.

you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel. you wanted to thank him in a way.

he was surprised. he didn't think you were ready.

"you made me feel so good today... i want to reciprocate the feeling... y'know..." you said, shyly.

loki's hand pulled at your hair to make you look at him.

"is that what you want?" he asked, firmly. he grabbed your hand and slowly pressed it yet again on his throbbing member, through his tightening pants.

he sighed heavily, still looking at you straight in the eyes.

you nodded, slowly. he smirked.

"then, get on your knees."

you obeyed.

you liked how he commanded you and guided you through all of your movements. you were nervous he wasn't going to enjoy, but the anticipated look on his face told you otherwise. also, the throbbing length in his pants.

you were now on your knees, on the floor, at the end of the bed and loki was sitting, his still clothed legs spread, inviting you in.

you started to slowly stroke his thigh, rubbing your hand up and down, each time getting closer to his private. you did the same thing with his other thigh, feeling the god getting impatient with your teasing.

you finally placed your hand over his member, giving it a small squeeze. you heard your lover grunt, at only your touch.

"you're eager" you stated, looking up at him. he gave you a smirk.

"less talking." he said, darkly.

you complied, massaging his bulge through his pants.

when you finally unzipped them, you heard your lover let out a sigh of relief. you wanted to bring them down to his ankles, but loki, being impatient, made them disappear in his green magic.

"hey. let me work." you said, in more of a joking way.

"i said... less talking" he repeated.

you noticed a small wet spot on his grey boxers. you bent down, without touching it, smelling it.

you felt the god squirm under you, eager to feel you around him.

you carefully, and slowly took his boxers down, letting his member spring free of its shackles, finally revealing itself to you.

he was huge. it was veiny, its tip was a dark pink, almost red, it was pale like the rest of his body. but most importantly, it was enormous.

"like the view, my love?" he asked for the second time that night.

you nodded your head enthusiastically. all you wanted was to get a taste.

you carefully approached your hand to the hot spot. the second your fingers reached his skin, loki whimpered. it was burning up, but it was so soft. you felt the veins under your fingertips, and suddenly it was like you knew exactly what to do. you carefully started stroking him and ran your thumb over the most sensitive part of his shaft, his frenulum, and heard him whimper once again.

"please" he pleaded, imitating your pleas from earlier.

"you don't have to tell me twice" you imitated as well.

you approched his tip to your lips and delicately gave him a soft kiss. his skin was so warm.

you continued giving him small pecks but you felt him get, yet again, impatient with your teasing.

"oh come on..." he pleaded.

you looked at him. sweat was dripping down his forehead.

you then flipped his cock over, back to his stomach to give yourself full access to the base of his member. you placed your tongue directly in between his balls and shaft and worked your way up to his tip, making sure you passed by his sensitive junction between his red bulb and the rest of his penis. directly after, you put his tip in your mouth and started bobbing your head back and forth, tasting the drops of pre-cum he deposited on your tongue.

you heard him moan, some cusses flew out of his mouth, he moaned mainly your name, or called you by all sorts of nicknames.

"oh my, oh my... you're doing so good... mmh... g-good girl..." he moaned out.

his words were able to bring back that heat at the bottom of your stomach. you slowly directed your hand in between your thighs and started stroking your own bundle of nerves. loki didn't seem to notice, too lost in the waves of pleasure you were giving him.

he was now moaning deliberately. he tried... he really tried, but he couldn't contain himself anymore, he grabbed your head, pulled you by your hair and pushed your head down to take more of his shaft. you awaited a gag or any sort of resistance on your part, really, but nothing came.

loki got up from where he was sitting, your head still enveloping his shaft and started moving back and forth, you being completely at his mercy. he was deliberately fucking your face, and you let him.

he moaned your name so many times you'd lost count. he became more and more agressive with each thrust until all of his shaft was buried down your throat. he held your head down for a few seconds, gripping at your hair, letting his cock sit in your mouth, until he finally pulled out, a strand of saliva escaping your lips. he was out of breath, but not as much as you.

"you feel so good, my love. you're doing amazing" he said, panting.

you gave him a few kitten licks, asking for more. he buried his cock again down your throat, pumping in and out. he was fucking your face as though it was a cunt, using your throat as a mere hole that was made to mold his shaft perfectly.

you weren't gagging which surprised you. you'd never tested your gag reflex, but obviously you didn't have any.

you felt him go faster and faster until he once again, suddenly stopped as your head was completely enveloping his shaft. but this time, he started grunting and moaning, louder, in more of an animalistic way, holding your head down, hard, as deep as he could go.

"i- i'm cumming, love" he grunted out.

suddenly, you could taste bitterness, saltiness explode in your mouth, and run down your throat. your first instinct was to spit it out, but your god kept your head in place, making you swallow. it felt never ending. he kept cumming and cumming. you thought the taste would repulse you, from what you had heard from friends and the internet, but you honestly didn't find it to be that disgusting.

he stayed in that same position, holding your head in place, for another ten to fifteen seconds after he came. you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and he finally removed himself.

you took a deep breath, considering you could finally breathe properly.

loki knelt down to your level. he looked at your face. fortunately, you weren't wearing makeup, so no makeup to ruin. your eyes were red, tears had run down your face, you had spit all over the sides of your face, and some of loki's cum had fallen out of the corners of your mouth. he wiped it with his thumb and took it up to your mouth.

you sucked his thumb dry, tasting him yet again.

he gave you a loving smile.

"mine." he simply said, in a soft manner.

he then kissed you in the most loving way he could, tasting himself on your lips.

he then backed away, looking you up and down, noticing your hand still wondering around in between your thighs. he smirked and locked eyes with you.

"i think we're gonna have to take care of that." he said, as he got up. he was now standing up while you were still on your knees. you noticed his cock was hard again, once it got to your eye level. how was that even possible? how could he be hard again this quick? you had to remind yourself he did have the stamina of a god. he handed you his hand for you to take, which you did.

he got you up and carefully placed his hands on the sides of your head and started stroking your hair.

"are you still sure you want to do this my love?" he asked.

you chuckled.

"after what we've done? i'm pretty sure there's no backing up now?"

he gave you a confused look.

"of course there is. i'm not gonna do anything you're not comfortable doing, sweetheart." he said.

you sighed at your poor choice of words.

"and i know that." you started. "but i'm ready. i want you... loki."

he smiled yet again. he didn't say a word. he just kissed you. it was a passionate kiss, like all of your others that night. his hands roamed around your body as if it was discovering it again for the first time.

taking you by surprise, he lifted you up, flipped you around and threw you on the bed. never had you been picked up before. you always thought you'd break the person's spine. but loki lifted you up so easily, you felt like a feather.

"you're mine" the god grunted, as he plunged on top of you. he spread your legs open, as far as he could and positioned himself right between them.

he reached down to your bundle of nerves and drew circles with his fingers like he did earlier. he wound up plunging his fingers inside you yet again, prepping you for what was about to replace them. you could feel his length harden even more against your thigh, as he did so.

you started whimpering, wanting more than just his digits to fill you.

your whimpers were like music to loki's ears. he loved hearing how much you longed for him. he loved seeing you squirm under him. he enjoyed feeling all powerful, having that much control over you.

"take me" you sighed out, looking at your lover straight in the eyes. you couldn't hold it in anymore. you needed him. you needed him inside you. now.

he smirked as he bent down, to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.

"tell me when you want to stop, my darling. use your words." he asked of you.

you nodded, agreeing to his words, whilst trying to spread your legs even further.

his fingers left your core, leaving you needy and wanting to feel him once more, but they were quickly replaced by what you knew was his tip. he started slowly moving back in forth in between your folds, teasing at your entrance.

he gave you a look, pleading for approval.

you slowly nodded, ready to take him in.

you felt his his bulb starting to peak inside of you. you winced, feeling a slight resistance.

he stopped. but you nodded again, asking for him to continue.

as he buried his shaft deeper in you, it started to really hurt. for real this time.

"ow, ow. stop." you asked. "but stay inside. just stay... stay like this. let me- let me adjust."

he listened to you.

"are you okay, my love?" he asked, still halfway inside of you.

you nodded again, breathing heavily. you knew you could do it. you wanted to.

"p-... proceed." you said.

he listened to you again, burying himself entirely in you. he let out a loud grunt. your walls had adjusted to the size of his member and it felt less painful.

your lover moaned again.

"you.. are so tight, oh my. you feel so good." he panted.

you smiled. you loved seeing him in this much pleasure. you loved the passionate, lustful look on his face, all of it was for you.

he started moving back and forth, slowly, being really careful of each and every one of your movements, analyzing if you wanted to continue or not.

the first few thrusts were painful but eventually the pain left and absolute ecstasy took its place.

loki noticed the change in you and decided to give his thrusts more power, barely able to contain himself. he pumped in and out of your aching core at a medium rate. he wanted to go faster, harder but he stayed careful.

but you... you wanted more. you started clawing at loki's back, bringing him closer to you and leaving red scratches all over his back. you kissed his neck, his torso, leaving him the same bruises he left you earlier, though yours weren't as agressive as his. yours were small, red, but his eventually became huge purple bruises. and you had them all over your body. he started leaving you some more, on your neck, your collarbone, imitating your movements.

"more..." you pleaded.

he smirked against your skin, left you yet another passionate kiss on your lips and with that, his thrusts became harder, more agressive, much faster. you felt as if he was trying to crawl inside of you.

you both started moaning and screaming each other's names at the top of your lungs. your lover got up, detaching his torso from yours, trying to find an angle where he could go deeper inside of you. you wanted him back, missing the heat of his body. you reached out to him with your arm, but he firmly grabbed it, stopping you in your tracks. you were surprised. he looked down at you, staring at you straight in the eyes. his eyes went dark. his hand that had stopped your movement, trailed up from your hand, to you elbow and up your arm, until it reached the crook between your shoulder and your neck. his thumb drew circles over your cheek, then your chin and finally on your throat. you didn't even have the time to realise but his hand had completely wrapped itself around your throat, choking you slightly. you could still breathe completely fine, but his hand held your head in space, as his thrusts became even harder, if that was even possible.

he started panting, completely losing himself in the moment.

he bent down again, still holding your throat in his hand. he grabbed you and forced your face to be centimetres from his.

"mine." he said in a deep, grunting voice.

that word was the one that completely sent you over the edge. you could feel your walls clench around his member, your were close. you needed your release.

"loki... i'm close." you tried sighing out.

he understood you perfectly. the hand he wasn't using to choke you found its way down between your legs and started playing agressively at your clit.

"let go, baby... let go" he panted.

you couldn't hold it in anymore. you let your orgasm take control of your entire body. your legs were shaking, your hips started grinding against loki's, your hands scratched at his back even deeper, your eyes were rolling back inside your head, and your mouth gaped wide open, letting all sorts of cusses fly out of your mouth.

as you rode out your orgasm, you knew loki was close as well. seeing you in this intense state, all because of him, sent him over the edge and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

you started grinding your hips even more agressively, trying to meet his.

"come on, baby..." you whispered in his ear, leaving all sorts of wet kisses and hickey's all over his body.

you ran your finger through his curls, pulling at his hair.

and that's when you knew. you felt his hand grasped at your throat even tighter, making you gasp for air. he stopped moving, buried deep inside of you.

"oh my fu..." he started, moaning loudly.

you had made some research about how it would be like to have someone cum inside of you. you found out most people couldn't feel it. but you did. you felt all of it. you felt a warmth completely invade your insides, it kept coming and coming, just like earlier but this time inside of you.

loki's hand was still wrapped around your throat, holding it firmly, but as his orgasm ended, he eventually loosened his grasp.

when he finally stopped coming, as he was still buried inside you, he finally looked up at you and left a wet kiss your lips.

"i love you" he said, out of breath.

"i love you too."

loki looked down and smirked, taking his hand off your throat.

"no... don't say it like that... don't say "too"... it sounds like you're just agreeing with me. say it for real..."

you scoffed a little, thinking his request to be a little ridiculous. but you understood. you ran your fingers through his raven locks, held his head between both your hands, making him look at you.

"i love you, loki... i love you." you said softly, staring into his ocean blue eyes.

he gave you a wide smile and kissed you once more. he gave you a kiss full of love and passion.

after your kiss, he slowly pulled out of you. you felt so full, a second ago, the absence of his shaft between your legs contrasted so much with the empiness you now felt.

loki bent down again between your thighs to watch his seed run out of you. it felt yet again, never ending, but loki watched attentively.

"what a beautiful sight... may i snap a picture?" he said, jokingly.

"shut up..." you said in the same tone.

he gave you one last lick to your core and licked his lips, not minding his cum, plastered over your folds.

"i'll get a towel..." he said, leaving one last peck on your lips.

"thank you, honey..." you thanked him softly.

as you layed, completely naked on your bed, you thought.

you no longer felt restrained in your own skin, not around him at least. he made you feel seen, loved, desirable. you hated your body a little bit less, now. you might even try eating in front of people! maybe... you and loki didn't just have sex that night. you made love. he didn't just take your virginity, he made you into a better, improved version of yourself.

you were never more in love with him than in that moment.

loki came back with a light pink towel. he rose your hips up in the air and deposited it under you. he used the other end of the towel to wipe his seed off you.

once you were clean, loki got back off the bed and put the towel back in the bathroom.

he joined you in bed and wrapped his arms around you.

you felt so good. better than you had in years. with him. you felt so loved.

you didn't want to move, but you remembered you had to pee after a sexual intercourse... you read it in a blog.

you nudged loki, trying to get off the bed, but loki held you back, making it impossible for you to move.

"don't... even think about it." he said firmly under his breath.

you chuckled.

"i'm gonna get a urinary tract infection... and it's gonna be on you." you said in an accusing manner.

"darling, i'm a god... i have super powers, you're not gonna get a... whatever sort of infection you're talking about."

you scoffed, nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, sighing heavily.

loki left a loving kiss on the top of your head and held you tighter.

"you're mine... all mine."

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word count: 7395.... comment if you liked it loveys!! what was your favourite part?

[xtrafluffyteddy]

Yo, I had to hope in and request if you could do a Steve x eddie x billy x reader where the reader is possessed by max and they’re in the attic of the creel house and the reader somehow can’t escape Vecna and she ends up dying OR she survives but she becomes blind, idk it’s just a thought :)

Oooo this is juicy Chicken noodle

Pairing: Steve x reader, Billy x reader, Eddie x reader

Mentions: violence, getting vecnad, happy ending?

They had begged you not to go that they would handle it themselves but you were having none of it. “I’m going that’s final! I refuse to let you go risk your lives alone besides Vecnas already after me so I’ll be bait wether I want to or not now let’s go” with that you turned away grabbing your walkman. The three men following you to Eddie’s van a sinking feeling building up in their stomachs

When you arrive in front of the creel house you can’t help but shiver at the absolute rank vibes wafting from the decrepit house. “It’s now or never boys” you look at all three of them giving each of them a soft kiss as you walk ahead of them and into the creel house immediately disappearing into the attic where a lantern was glowing brightly.

“I’ll be right here sweetheart” Eddie reassures as he holds out his hand for your Walkman. You shakily hand it to him taking a deep breath “I love you three so much” you breathe out closing your eyes “then why couldn’t you choose” you hear Eddie say viciously “you were just so needy you had to have all three huh” Billy snarls his voice becoming distorted causing your eyes to fly open turning to look at them “so needy huh baby” Steve says viciously before taking on the horrifying visage from all of your visions.

“She’s in I’ll stay here while you two go through the gate and defeat vecna be safe be careful” Eddie takes your hand gently as he watches Billy and Steve disappear into the gate “keep fighting him sweetheart keep fighting” he pleads as he watches your eyes roll back becoming milky white.

Billy and Steve were running as fast as they could trying to avoid as many vines as they can running into the decrepit creel house and up the stairs towards vecna who was suspended above them.

You were running trying to escape only to find the doors boarded up. “You cannot Escape” you hear Vecna say as you squeezed your eyes shut trying to access a happy memory to get you out of here. You get placed in the first night with all three of them in your new apartment you all were laughing at the fact your bed was way to small for all four of you before it melts away into the fleshy undulating hellscape that was Vecnas mind. You look up in fear as he begins to approach you clock chiming louder and louder.

“Guys hurry! I don’t know how much longer she can fight!” Eddie screams into the walkie talkie before hearing somebody throwing themselves at the attic door jason carver popping in “you put her down munson!” Jason yells thinking he’s helping as he tackles Eddie. “You fucking idiot it’s not satan shit!” Eddie yells fighting back getting a few good punches in. He sends Jason stumbling back with a hard punch to the jaw only for Jason to crush you Walkman the only way to get you out of Vecnas grasp.

“One two three” Steve shouts as they begin setting Vecna ablaze. In the over-world your eyes began bleeding as you gasped for air Vecna having taken ahold of you in his hellscape. You sob as you feel Vecnas claws sink into your skin flashing off Billy, Steve and Eddie dying gruesome deaths flashing before your eyes before Vecna releases his grip on you becoming weakened by being set ablaze. “This is for you chrissy” you cry as you sink your teeth into Vecnas jugular atleast where you think it is and rip it out spitting it on the ground as he collapses.

Billy and Steve run back through the gate as fast they can taking in the sight of Jason ontop of Eddie beating the shit out of him and you floating above them eyes bleeding about to burst. “You take care of Jason I’ll get her” Steve shouts as he rushes to you grabbing ahold of you as you start sinking. Billy makes quick work of Jason beating him into unconsciousness before rushing over to you with Eddie.

“She’s not breathing” Steve screams as begin CPR, Billy shoves him aside his lifeguard training coming into hand as he begin compressions and mouth to mouth. “Billy” you rasp as your eyes flutter open still milky white “everything’s so dark boys” you begin crying as you reach a shaky hand to touch where your eyes are “I can’t see I can’t see” you wail shaking as flashing red and blue lights pull up to the house.

Weeks had passed since that incident Hawkins being evacuated and you being airlifted to a more advanced hospital out of state. “Eddie can play for me again” you whisper your blank eyes staring towards where you think he is “they didn’t let me bring my guitar this time sweetheart” Eddie sniffs as he kisses the back of your hand “well that’s okay” you give him a shaky smile “we made some upgrades to the apartment honey” Billy says from his spot in your bed “yeah we put up some guide rails and had all your favorite books turned to braille” Steve continues “thanks boys” you sniff rubbing your eyes as tears roll down your cheeks “don’t cry baby it’s okay” Steve soothes wiping his cheeks gently “it’ll be okay” Billy promises squeezing you gently “it’s just a minor adjustment” Eddie finishes reassuringly looking at the other two men with a nod that everything would be okay “were just happy your still with us” they all say in unison squeezing your hands.

[tobiosmilktea]

hiii can i request tsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo where they’re in a secret relationship and the reader feels like they’re hiding her bc they’re ashamed of her ? like a hurt too comfort type of thing? thank u bb 🥺🥺

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secret relationships w/ atsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo

a/n: i have so many angst requests,, yall must like getting hurt 💀 also this wasn’t as angsty as i thought it was gonna be since im going through writers block yet again and i can not handle pain rn (also not proofread, so read with caution lmao)

— m. atsumu

it honestly surprised you at first, the way someone like miya atsumu returning your feelings the moment you told him you liked him near the start of the school year

there wasn’t that instant gratification though, knowing that one of inarizaki’s golden boys still felt out of your reach

despite being in a relationship with you, it wasn’t like anyone knew of it besides osamu and your closest friend

of course you didn’t really mind as you’ve always thought couples who were obnoxious with their relationships 24/7 and constantly making out in the hallways wasn’t your cup of tea either, so you get why atsumu wanted to keep it a secret

besides, with a guy so popular like him, you really just thought he was sparing you from the harassment (not that it would be bad if all the girls crushing on him new)

you get that he was just trying to protect you, and yet the more you thought of it, the more than it was simply just an assumption and you really didn’t know why your relationship was kept secret

it wasn’t like either of you would get backlash in any way, so what was the problem?

you weren’t exactly the type to be the most insecure either

sure, you were aware of the flaws you had, but it wasn’t something you were ashamed of as you learned to get used to it

yet it’s hard to fully love yourself when your boyfriend isn’t even comfortable with the fact that no one knows you two are even together

you hated jumping to conclusions, but you couldn’t help but to think the worst case scenario—was he ashamed of being with you?

you honestly thought the idea was impossible

if he was seriously ashamed of the thought of being with you in public, why would he even waste all those months dating? were all those dates and nights sneaking out to see each other for nothing?

it was like this for weeks with the way your own thoughts sabotaged you as you stood next to him during lunch

in moments like this in school, surrounded by your classmates and acquaintances, you and atsumu were only friends who sat next to each other occasionally and shared conversations that only friends would have

only friends

god, you hated the way that atsumu wouldn’t even look at you the way that he would when you two are alone

was he that embarrassed to be with you?

you didn’t want six months of all your hard work and effort of making time to be with him for nothing,, you had to do something about it

everyday, you, atsumu, and osamu would walk to school together with osamu typically walking ahead of you and your boyfriend

most couples would hold hands as they walked together, but atsumu had made it explicitly clear as the closer they get to school the farther they had to be from each other to avoid suspicions

thinking of it now, it sounded wrong to begin with and you had no idea why you even agreed to do such a thing

the school was close, maybe a block away and instead of slowing down your pace to create a gap between you and atsumu, you stubbornly stayed next to him to which he flickered you a weird look

he shrugged it off but the moment you two passed the gates and into campus, you slipped your hand into his

without missing a single beat atsumu immediately pulled his hand away from you with a look on his face that held all the questions running through his head at that very moment

“what are you doing?” he asks, almost in a harsh whisper

a frown melted upon your expression at how quickly he pulled away, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “i um, didn’t know you hated the thought of people seeing us together so badly.”

you didn’t know where all your strength went as it disappeared the moment you needed it the most

yet as you were about to walk away, atsumu tugs at your wrist lightly and pulls you into his embrace—his warmth and comforting scent of chamomile from  saved you from the embarrassment that was tainting your cheeks red

“no, no it’s not that,” he mutters, lips tickling your forehead. “i just wanted to keep you to myself a bit longer.”

— k. kenma

you honestly weren’t surprised at the fact that kenma wanted this relationship to be kept secret

he never seemed like the type to be in a relationship let alone get the attention of being in one in the first place, yet it irked you to the core

it was fine at first; acting like you two were just friends while at school or at volleyball practice and it wasn’t at all weird or out of the ordinary

maybe that’s why you were okay with it in the first few months of your relationship with kenma as you were always near him the majority of the time

yet you constantly had to fight the urge to not be so touchy with him from wanting to hold his hand to leaning your head onto his shoulder—you often had to stop yourself especially in front of your friends and his teammates

you were good at keep secrets, but it was absolute hell not being able to even tell kuroo considering you always hung out with him too (it was a given obviously but you digress)

kuroo is a bit curious in his closest friend’s antics so his constant teases of how you and kenma would be such a cute couple annoyed you to your core

he laughs as if you and kenma being together would be absolutely impossible and wouldn’t happen in a million years, and yet here you two were, pretending to laugh at his jokes and agreeing and it would be, in fact, impossible

as mentioned before, you’re more annoyed at keeping your relationship secret rather than angry

your actions were more abrupt and cold rather than your usual warm self and kenma definitely noticed

despite his usual calm and collected expression that he has on a daily basis, it covered up his own emotions of blatant insecurity and worry that you were losing your feelings and losing them quick

the last thing kenma wanted was for everything that happened between the two of you to be wasted over his own fear of being judged for being with you

you were his first in everything and he certainly wasn’t going to let you become his first heartbreak either

he worried about this for a few days, overthinking while he played video games with kuroo, lev, and yaku that they noticed how quiet he was being over the call

it was then did he impulsively asked kuroo to go on a separate voice channel with him just so he could blurt out, “i’m dating (y/n).”

and to his surprise, all his best friend said was: “yeah, i know. (y/n) told me.”

“what? why?” kenma asked with confusion evident on his visage

“she had no one else to go to vent.” kuroo answers, his amused laugh echoing through kenma’s headphones. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“thanks, but... i think (y/n)’s angry at me and i don’t know what to do.”

“she told me that she was getting tired of keeping your relationship a secret. she asked me if you felt embarrassed or even ashamed of being with her.” he explained.

confusion and a bit of worry washed over kenma as his words suddenly faltered, “i could never be ashamed of being with her,”

“then i guess, you should tell her that.”

“what should i do?”

his best friend lets on a smirk (not that kenma could even see it, anyway), “i’m so glad you asked.”

you weren’t exactly sure what you expecting to be honest

you knew there was something going on between kenma and kuroo as if they were planning something intricate, but you weren’t bothered to even ask

perhaps you were still in that petty mindset of giving kenma the cold shoulder after having to keep your relationship on hold all the time that stopped your curiosity

sure, it was a bit childish, but you were planning on talking about it with kenma the moment he came back into the classroom after going off somewhere with kuroo

which by the way, where the hell were they? lunch was ending soon and you needed to talk to you boyfriend asap

the timing was almost perfect the way the thought of him entered your mind was at the same time as his familiar blonde hair walked back into the classroom with a melon bun and a canned drink in his hand from the vending machine—your favorites

“i noticed you didn’t eat lunch, so i bought you this.” he says, placing them down onto your desk.

“is this supposed to be your way of apologizing to me or something?” you mused at him.

there was a faint smile on kenma’s face when you did. this was your usual self, one that constantly smiled at him rather than deadpanned and cold. “no,” he simple put it. taking in a breath of confidence before pressing his lips on the corner of yours. “but i was hoping that would.”

with wide eyes, your eyes scanned the room to see if anyone noticed, afraid at the fact that you broke the first rule. despite being a blushing mess from a minuscule peck on your cheek, there was an inkling of confusion still evident within you, “why did you do that?”

“kuroo told me everything.”

“i knew that guy couldn’t keep a secret,” you mutter as you tried to ignore that infamous feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “i don’t think people saw, so they won’t think we’re together—”

“what if i wanted people to know we’re together?” ded asf

— o. tooru

you honestly should’ve known oikawa was going to keep this relationship between the two of you a secret since the moment he confessed his feelings to you

what else could you have expected from aoba johsai’s most popular boy wonder with an actual fanclub full of naive girls

perhaps you’ve become naive yourself considering you dealt with months of having your relationship constantly being swept under the rug, psyching yourself out that he was doing this for your sake

and you understood that

it was the reason why you even agreed to keep your relationship on the downlow considering how annoyingly notorious oikawa’s fangirls were, they wouldn’t have let you see the light of day if they were to find out

if you were in fact being honest, there was a period in time near the beginning of the relationship how cautious you were being—barely talking to oikawa unless it had to do with school, avoiding his gazes during class, and even swallowing your pride by just watching his fangirls flirt with him and there was nothing you could do about it

you honestly had to give yourself a pat on the bat for dealing with six months of this treatment

you figured it wouldn’t be that bad, especially after schools where you and oikawa could finally have alone time to yourselves, but even those times alone with him there was a lingering feeling of tension and unease

the thought of someone from school even finding out of you two being  together even affected your relationship outside of school hours

you were tired of waiting outside the school gates for hours just for him to come out of volleyball practice and apologize that he couldn’t walk you home yet again

you figured that oikawa had grown far to used to seeing you waiting for him all the time that it was practically common sense that he was going to reject you again and again

you had to stop waiting for him at some point, but there was an inkling inside that for once, just for once, he would look at you with a smile so sweet that he would finally go with you

but not once has it happened

was he really that afraid of people finding out of his relationship with you that he’s willing to disregard all your hard work to even make this thing (whatever is was) to even happen?

if you were truly being honest with yourself, the only reason why this relationship is still up and active for this long is all because of you

you’re the one always asking him when he’s available during the weekends so you two could finally see each other, you’re the one always texting him first, you’re the one always being the most understanding of the situation

and yet it’s almost like oikawa isn’t even batting an eye at how difficult it has been for you

you absolutely hated jumping to conclusions and thinking of the worst case scenario and yet here you were, suddenly drowning at the possibility that the only reason why oikawa wanted a secret relationship was because he was ashamed to be with you

it was a thought that kept you up at night, tainting your optimistic thoughts of hope that this relationship would actually work out to decimate into thin air

the more is simmered in your head, the worse it became—what if his feelings that he confessed to you was a lie?

you hated overthinking

but if you really thought about it, even before you and oikawa dated, neither of you two were close. just two acquaintances in the same class that occasionally shared answers with each other just by the convenience of sitting nearby

you even went as far as believing that him dating you was just a joke, that this whole goddamn relationship was just some mindless prank just because he was bored

six months of wasted time. you were over it

the next day at school, you didn’t even look at him, you didn’t smile or even acknowledge the way he said good morning to you (as a friend does)

you figured he’s probably too dense to even notice, but he did. the usual glow you had each morning when you said good morning back to him was gone

he already missed the way your gazes would meet and how he would constantly find himself lost in your irises, but now you couldn’t even look at him in the eye

the only person who’s aware that you and oikawa were dating was iwaizumi. it was a given as who else would oikawa ramble on and on and on about how pretty you looked or how smart you are if it wasn’t his best friend?

if anything, iwa was the only guy oikawa could complain about how you were ignoring him

“maybe she’s bored of you for once,” iwaizumi cuts straight to the point. there was really no point in beating around the bush

offense was written all over oikawa’s face, utterly surprised, “how could she?”

“you can’t keep your relationship with her a secret forever, you know.” his best friend goes on to explain, “with the way things are going with you two acting like you’re nothing but acquaintances, (y/n)’s bound to lose her feelings.”

“but i don’t want her to lose feelings for me! and it’s not like i can suddenly tell all my fangirls that i’m dating someone, they’ll freak!” whines oikawa.

“why do you care about your fangirls’ feelings more than your own girlfriend? seems to me, it doesn’t even look like you care about (y/n) at all the way she’s constantly waiting for you after practice only to be rejected.”

it’s obvious iwaizumi wasn’t here to sugarcoat

“i just don’t want them to harass (y/n)...” oikawa reasons, trying to ignore the way his heart drop at iwa’s words like a gripping poison

“then that’s your job to tell those girls to back off.” he suggests, “they literally treat you like a god, surely they’ll listen if you tell them to leave her alone.”

the following day, you came across oikawa waiting outside your door, dressed in his uniform with his gaze lingering about to occupying his attention

“what are you doing here?” you ask him as you close your front door behind you. he’s probably here to break up with you, you thought to yourself

you had to force yourself to ignore the way your heart dropped at your own self-destructive thoughts

taking a deep breath as you approached him, you readied yourself for harsh news to come your way

but it never did

instead, you were greeted by oikawa’s infamous smile that made everyone at school to fall in love with this guy (including you)

he takes your hand into his, intertwining his calloused fingers that dwarfed yours in size. you don’t remember the last time you held oikawa’s hand, but it felt so familiar and warm

it was like home

you couldn’t help but feeling the ends of your lips tugging into a smile as you looked up at him, “what if someone at school sees us?”

you were expecting some kind of excuse, but all he did was shrug. “who cares?”

— k. tetsurou

when you and kuroo started going out, you certainly wasn’t expecting it to be like this

if anything, ‘going out’ would be a stretch if you count late night dates and sneaking out at midnight just to see each other as dating

it certainly wasn’t your usual definition of dating either as you yearned greatly to be able to do normal couple things with your boyfriend—like actually going out on dates during the day, eating lunch together, hell, even just holding hands!

it almost seemed laughable how normal things done in relationships were something you never even experienced with kuroo even after a few months of being together all due to him wanting to keep the relationship a secret

and if you were truly being honest with yourself, you never really understood why he wanted to keep it on the downlow in the first place

you never really questioned it as you just that much of an understanding person, but at a certain point it just wasn’t adding up

it wasn’t like he had girls going after him 24/7 despite being at the top of his class, popular, and nekoma’s volleyball captain

it wasn’t like oikawa who had an actual problem with hoards of girls surrounding him and tracking his ever move, so what was the big deal of letting your relationship public?

it was then did it hit you

the suddenly downpour of insecurity within your own loving boyfriend that you trust so much was getting the best of you

“what if he’s embarrassed to even be with me?” you contemplated in a harsh whisper to your best friend

it was in the middle of lunch and you two were sitting alone on a bench in the school’s courtyard chatting while eating—well, more like overthinking in your case while you friend just sat there and nodded

“if he actually felt that way, then he would’ve broken up with you already.” your friend stated in between bites, “besides, if i didn’t have feelings for someone, i wouldn’t put in the effort to sneak out just to see them.”

you hummed, not sure what to say as she did have a point

but could you really blame yourself for wanting an actual relationship rather than one that’s forced to go unnoticed?

“i should talk to kuroo about it...” you sigh out.

“talk to me about what?” an oh-so-familiar voice calls out to you and your friend

kuroo’s figure approaches the two of you as he give you a curt smile with hidden meanings that you weren’t able to even notice. you were too caught up in your own meddling thoughts that you also didn’t notice the way kuroo frowned slightly at the way you avoided eye contact with him

“nothing,” was all you said before standing up and throwing your trash away. “lunch is almost over so we should all get to class.” was all you said before briskly walking away

kuroo’s brows furrow in confusion as he looks over to your friend, “what’s up with (y/n)?”

“she thinks you’re too embarrassed to be with her, that’s why you hide your relationship.” she cuts straight to the point (homegirl just wants to eat her lunch in peace ffs)

“what?” your boyfriend huffs out in shock, almost offended at the fact that you out of all people would believe such a thing. “why does she think that?”

your friends shrugs, “not sure. that’s something you should be asking her, but if it were me, i would want a normal relationship as well.”

kuroo doesn’t say another word before walking away. and yet his walk quickened so he could catch up to you before you could get to class, footsteps echoing through the hallway in patters as he sees your familiar figure near your classroom 

“(y/n)!” he calls out to you as you slide the classroom’s door open. it was sure to catch the attention of the rest of the students already in the classroom as you turn towards him, brows furrowed in the same confusion

as he neared you, there was almost no sign in him stopping, sending your heart beating in a frenzy as you parted your lips to tell him to slow down

but before a single syllable could even fall from your lips, your boyfriend’s own pair press against yours harshly. it was sweet like caramel and you swore everything moved in a slow motion when you suddenly realized where you two were

he stole your breath away when he pulled apart from you, eyes immediately scanning the room of his own classmates staring at him in awe

“since when were you two dating?” matsukawa asked rather loudly, it seemed that others were interested in knowing as well.

panic suddenly coursed through you as you gave kuroo a look, gravely ignoring the way yoru heart was thumping against your chest and the dozens of unanswered questions running through your head

“w-we’re not actually dati—”

“we’ve been together for a few months actually.” kuroo cuts you off, sending you a wink before entering the classroom

[ajokeformur-ray]

To spend a life with you // Arthur Fleck x gender neutral reader (no pronouns used).

Summary: You and Arthur both lead busy and chaotic lives and it's exhausting. But you work hard to make it work between the two of you, pouring over your schedules like they're ancient tomes to find pieces where you two can meet. It's not easy, nothing worth doing ever is, but it's made more bearable knowing that Arthur will be there; whether in a minute from now or an hour, he will be there.

A/N: Dedicated wholeheartedly and with much love to both @iartsometimes and @jokerownsmysoul. I've gone through several months of a dry spell for Arthur and it got so bad in terms of a lack of motivation that I've written, saved and then deleted multiple "I'm done" posts while I contemplated quitting writing for Arthur. But my conversations (sadly few and far between right now; miss you ladies and everyone else lots!🥺) with Fla and Tanya have helped to kickstart my inspiration and tbh my own physical exhaustion with my new lifestyle has made me feel even closer to Arthur; so much of my routine makes me think of him being with me as I go through it all and so this piece was born.🥺 I hope you both enjoy and thank you so much once again for helping me; I kept my wanting to quit on the down low and sought out help from the both of you without saying specifics, so you both helped more than you know!!😍💗🙏

Word count: 3, 215.

Your alarm, shrill and obnoxious, shattered the tranquility of your shared bedroom in the very early morning. You groaned and turned your face into your warm pillow, away from the penetrating noise and back into sleep. Several emotions were so prevalent as you heard your voice for the first time this day as if from the ears of another that it made you want to cry. Frustration; genuine exhaustion, for it felt as though you had only just crawled into bed; weariness which you felt within your very bones; despair...

...On and on it went, and all the while, you just wanted to sleep.

But the world had other ideas for you, worse ideas, just as it always had and undoubtedly it always would.

Such was life.

You groaned again and burrowed into the warmth right in front of you, a solid wall which snaked its thin but deceptively strong arms around you and tugged you impossibly closer, the cool tip of its nose nuzzling into the junction between your neck and shoulder, its warm and dry lips pressing lazily at the skin exposed to the cool Gotham air. The apartment was very poorly insulated and the water-damaged walls were thin, so always was it cold, even with the heating on high (a rare occurrence, so high was the cost of living and never did the hourly wage increase).

Your alarm continued to blare and the wall rumbled with a throaty groan as an arm moved from out beneath you and smacked blindly at the alarm until the fucking thing was silent, and tranquility once again descended, you could feel yourself falling asleep again, you were going to -

You were shaken gently by the wall and you blearily opened your eyes to see Arthur's beautiful visage right before you. Your breath caught in your throat to see those gorgeous eyelashes framing the emeralds you knew and loved so well, those romantic dark curls which framed his forehead like curtains, those lips which most usually addressed you with nothing but reverence... oh, but you loved him.

"No, honey, you can't fall back asleep. You have to get to work." You groaned and turned away from Arthur, which made him giggle. The sound was high-pitched and punctuated with small hiccups, which melted your heart. He, too, was absolutely exhausted, but just like you, he had no choice. "I know," He murmured. With anyone else, you would have almost certainly taken his words as nothing more than empty platitudes, but with Arthur, with Arthur, you knew that it was so much more than that. He meant every word he said to you, especially in this context, "But it's just one day. We can do it." He patted your shoulder lovingly, firmly in a final gesture to not fall back asleep, and pointedly rolled out of bed with a very real groan of weariness.

The sound of Arthur's truest depth of exhaustion seemed to only highlight your own to you all the more and the need to cry increased, but you swallowed hard against it, anxious eyes flicking to the alarm clock on Arthur's bedside table; the side closest to the door so that he could protect you if a perceived threat got into the apartment. Anxiety and dread was settling in above your head much like the dark clouds already looming over the equally dark and dreary horizon of Gotham. Everything was grey; the sky, the concrete, the buildings, and even the cars seemed dull in colour. You were so tired within yourself that you felt like you were already asleep, despite the fact that you were following Arthur's lead and crawling out of bed... the one and only place you most wanted to be in today.

"It's always 'just one day'," Your grumble made Arthur smile, though it wasn't a happy gesture. Oh, help you, but you almost pouted; you were just so tired and you wanted nothing more than to sleep but you couldn't. You couldn't and you hated it; you knew that Arthur did as well and somehow did that only make you more frustrated. You could handle feeling this way, but seeing Arthur experience it too made your blood turn to lava. You huffed at Arthur's weary, knowing smile and one shouldered shrug; it was a gesture of understanding, of sympathy, and you recognised parts of yourself within Arthur. Both of you were in the very same boat and that fact weighed you down just as much as it encouraged you to get ready for work. It was so similar to how Arthur made you feel; he could make you cry in the same moment that he could make you laugh, so multifaceted was he and so interconnected were the two of you.

It had always seemed to be that there was a string which connected your emotions; when Arthur was sad, so were you, when he was happy, so were you, and the same was equally true in the reverse. Indeed, as you and Arthur danced around one another in the small, cramped but well loved apartment to get ready for the undoubtedly stressful day ahead of the both of you, it seemed as though there was a string between your bodies, too, for rarely did you have to verbally communicate your intentions to move throughout the space of your home; you both just knew what the other was after and where they were going and it aided the both of you in getting ready for the day.

Far too quickly were the both of you out of your safe haven from the cruel city. Arthur ushered you out through the front door, large chips of paint flaking off and landing on the neglected and stained carpeted floor as he did so, and he raised his eyebrows at you in a here we go gesture as he locked the door, tried the handle, unlocked it, re-locked it, tried the handle, and nodded to himself in satisfaction. He was good to go physically and so were you, but mentally? Oh, neither of you had left the bed. You were right beside each other the entire day with no responsibilities, duties, anything to tend to, it was just the two of you. Alas reality was harsher, unkinder, but Arthur's hand held yours tightly as together you walked to the bus stop which would take the both of you to work.

There was a comfortable silence between you, both of you well aware of your own and the others' exhaustion, and periodically would Arthur look over at you, his green eyes gazing at you in concern, his dark curls bouncing gently across the tops of his yellow clad shoulders as he did so. His hand would squeeze yours and, help you, but even in your soul deep exhaustion, you couldn't fight your smile, and you squeezed his hand back just a little harder.

I love you.

I love you too.

Your bus arrived ten minutes before Arthur's, as it did every morning, but you didn't let go of his hand until the very last moment; there were no whispers of love. The cold, rainy bus station full of other people wasn't the place for such sentiment; Arthur only bid you goodbye with a tight lipped smile, his fingers sliding out of yours slowly, slowly, and then all at once. It was the way you fell asleep, though a key difference was that reality was even better than your dreams when you were with Arthur. He was everything you had never known you needed until you did, and you were certain that Arthur felt the very same way about you. You allowed yourself to shed a few tears on the way to work, missing Arthur even before the bus turned the corner out of sight. It's all right, Y/N, Arthur will be waiting for you at home. Just one day. And then Arthur. Was the day's mantra, though as the hours crept by, all that remained of the almost prayer, so much strength did you derive from your love, was Arthur's name. You held onto it and everything that he meant to you with such fierceness that the cool ghost of Arthur's fingers threaded through yours kept you company throughout your work day.

It only made you miss and love him more.

Finally, finally, your shift came to a close and you were able to feel a small measure of relief even though your exhaustion, which had gotten exponentially bigger over the course of the day, as it always must, as you clocked out and made your way to the bus stop which would take you home. It was always so very difficult for you and Arthur to align the trips home; the bus stop was the same but the timing was always different. Not to mention, if one of you had to go to the pharmacy or grocery store after work, there was an even bigger gap between leaving work and coming home.

Through every rise and fall, the physical and emotional tolls of the lifestyles you both led always, always, remained the same; you were each other's balm against the world. On the bus did you slip into a daydream so blissfully thick that your journey home felt like just a few seconds; you felt almost dizzy as you got off the bus, your bags in tow and your body so heavy that every step felt like there were weights attached to your lower legs. You sighed and swiped a hand over your face, stepping out away from the bus stop and towards the street, where people were almost pushing past each other in their haste to do whatever it was they were doing. Everyone had a life as interesting and as complex as your own and it baffled you sometimes to think on it; you had always been a people watcher but tonight, you were just too damn tired.

You were so tired, in fact, that you almost completely walked past someone dressed in a faded yellow hoodie; the only splash of colour in a physically and emotionally grey city.

"Hey." Oh, but that soft rasp had you turning back so fast that your head spun and the ghost of Arthur's hold on you this morning, which had faded over time but you could remember it so vividly that during the day you liked to think that he was still holding your hand, returned in full swing as he gripped your fingers with his own. You smiled, you smiled, and Arthur's own lips turned upwards, as if a string existed between your bodies. You had always been very emotionally connected and you had gotten close to one another within just a few weeks of meeting one another all those years ago. When you knew, you knew.

"Arthur!"

All at once, it was like you had drunk a mug of coffee as energy coursed through your veins. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the way his skin sunk beneath your lips made you smile against his face, and Arthur hummed contentedly as he slid a cigarette between his lips. You took the hint and pulled away from him, squeezing his hand lightly before you let it go so that he could flick his lighter and ignite his cigarette. Arthur inhaled deeply with a noise of bone deep satisfaction and tilted his head up, up, exposing the long column of his neck as he exhaled; not wanting to blow it into your face. Always so considerate was he, even and especially during times he felt as though he was at his worst. It was one of the many things you admired him for; being so kind even with everything he went through without reprieve, and you tried to emulate a similar trait within yourself when you found the energy to do so. Kindness was a choice, one which had to be consciously made whenever the opportunity to do so arose, and it wasn't always easy, but it was right.

Arthur taught you lessons about yourself and the world every single day and he didn't even know it, try though you might oftentimes to express the truest extent of all that he had done and continued to do for you.

As the both of you reached the stairs, that long flight which made your knees, back and feet ache before it brought you closer to the apartment complex, closer to home, you squeezed Arthur's hand tighter and began to think back on something you had seen written in his battered journal one time several months ago; step step step step step step step step step step step step step step step. You hated those fucking stairs, but Arthur's hand in yours helped you to weather each step. You could see Arthur mouthing that same one word to himself over and over and over, like a prayer, until he reached the top of the stairs with you beside him, where you belonged. He swayed slightly on the spot, his body simply not enough to cope with the demands of his daily life, and concerned did you reach out a hand to steady him, your fingers curving around the crook of his elbow. You had to step to the front of him in order to accommodate this, for your other hand was still tightly clasped in his. You were practically embracing him, holding his body up with your own.

“Are you okay, darling?”

Arthur nodded, but you could see that he wasn’t.

Arthur was anything but okay.

Luckily for the both of you, the apartment building wasn’t too far from the stairs, just around the corner, so you kept your hand in him while you walked home together, though your other hand dropped to your side, but outside of your pocket in case Arthur needed you to help him to regain his centre of gravity again. You doubted he had eaten since breakfast this morning; he, like you, often put his own needs aside in favour of getting more work done in a quicker amount of time. You walked at Arthur’s pace, slowly, carefully, and periodically did you look at him, you really looked, just to make sure that he was okay. He was so exhausted, so weary, so done…

He looked the same way you felt, and it made you love him more just as much as it shattered your heart.

Arriving home couldn't happen soon enough.

Arthur reached the door before you, his steps shuffling and his head tilted to one side, as if he couldn't hold himself up anymore and just wanted to collapse onto the nearest flat surface, as he fished around in one of his pockets for the key to the apartment. His dimples were pronounced deep within the soft skin of his cheeks, chewing was he on the inside of his mouth. He let himself in and invited you inside after him with a sweeping gesture of one of his arms, a weary smile on his face. As you crossed the threshold did Arthur look left and right down the grimy corridor before he shut the door and drew the safety chain across the bolt, the familiar sound welcoming the both of you home.

Or, rather, the sound welcomed you into the apartment. You had been home ever since Arthur had met you in the street with a simple word which meant so much.

Silence reigned supreme as the two of you shed your outer layers and left behind your daily duties, responsibilities, and anything else which commanded your time away from each other. Dinner was made and consumed in relative silence, with the two of you only talking to each other casually. Today had been too much and you both just wanted to rest. That was all you wanted, needed, but only with the other person. The same routine carried out with anyone else would simply feel wrong.

Indeed, every day passed like this; you would wake up tired even if you got yourself a full eight hours of sleep, you would go to work or spend the day catching up on all of the chores and menial tasks which you weren't able to do when you were at work, for so tired would you be when you came home that all you had the energy to do was plop down beside Arthur on the worn sofa for those few precious hours until you had to go to bed and do it all over again. You would meet up with Arthur half way between your bus stop and the pharmacy he frequented, you would trudge home together hand in hand, step by step by step, and the evenings, oh... oh, the evenings were for the both of you.

Finally was there nothing left to do but to heal the rift between your bodies and minds; neglecting yourselves physically to uphold the demands which society placed on you would always catch up to you mentally, and you needed time to put yourselves back together before you had to wake up to begin anew. As the two of you got into bed, the sun having long since set and there only being a handful of hours until the two of you had to be up for work in the morning, your arms immediately found Arthur and you practically dragged yourself across the mattress to him. Those few hours were so terribly precious and daily coveted by the two of you, and this night did you feel your heart bleeding even more than it already was as Arthur gifted you with the day's last smile from him. He hadn’t even watched Murray tonight, so emotionally and physically tired was he, and yet he found it within him to smile.

For you.

Fuck, you loved him.

You smiled back, that string between your bodies pooled in the middle of the bed, and tipped your head so that you could press a kiss to Arthur's forehead. You could barely see in the room, so dark was it and so dim were the streetlight's outside, but you felt around as best as you could, trailing your lips across his weathered face, down, down, to his lips, making Arthur shiver with how your breath ghosted so gently against his face. You kissed him once, twice, thrice, four times and you felt Arthur relax into your tender loving touches as he hummed. There was a smile on his face, you could feel it.

It was echoed on your own lips, too.

Your hands came up to cup his face and Arthur nuzzled into your palms, his lips pursing to press kisses against your soft skin. He shuffled closer to you, an arm wrapping firmly around your waist as his face ducked into the warm crook of your neck.

You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, and you remained such until the morning, when all would begin again. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it, if only so you could have this every night; Arthur, in your arms, safe and so loved that he didn't know what to do with himself.

It was what he deserved, but it was also what you deserved, too.