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sanjisprincesswifey · 9 months ago

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loves embrace ⋆ sanji x reader

summary: all sanji needed was a little bit of love to open up to you

notes: this was a modified request that takes place post whole cake, i suppose, so spoilers! angsty, sad sanji (sadji) x gender neutral reader! lots of comforting! no cw warnings! around 1,300+ words!

every morning sanji had a routine. he’d wake up fifteen minutes before his alarm, making sure to turn it off so as to not wake you. spending this allotted time drowning in your smell; he tangled his long limbs within yours and held you tightly to him.

he’d depart with a few too many kisses, surely bringing you out from your slumber, neatly fixing his side of the bed, and beginning his day with a spring in his step.

today was an anomaly of days, your eyes slowly blinking open, the room swallowed by a dim light. the overcast in the sky seemed to cause you to wake later than you anticipated, the clock on your wall reading 11:37 am.

the sheets beside you, usually folded over as pristinely as sanji could make them, sat in disarray. had it been anyone else, you’d disregard the notion; perhaps he had run too far behind schedule this morning.

but it was unlike sanji, even in a time crunch, to leave a mess in his absence. he was incredibly anal with situations like these, you knew him too well to brush the idea off as forgetfulness as you approach him in the kitchen.

the creaky door that franky keeps forgetting to fix would normally signal your entrance and cue your boyfriend to fawn all over you, but he remains behind the kitchen sink, not budging an inch.

his blonde hair hangs low, hiding his expression from you as he gingerly places the wet plates on the drying rack.

“sanji?” you question, investigating his face once he notices you’re there.

your brows furrow upon further examination; his blue eyes are accompanied by dark under eye bags and his milky skin is dull, the loss of color noticeable, even for his complexion.

“oh, my swan, how’re you? you missed breakfast.” he smiles, but the way his lips loosely hug, you know it’s purely a facade so as to not draw attention from you.

though you had only been dating for a few months, you knew you had to plan out your next moves carefully and approach the situation with caution. sanji would “i’m fine” himself death had he got the chance.

“was dreaming of you, so i didn’t really want to wake up,” you tease, earning a light laugh from him.

from this point on, he’d usually take the opportunity to discuss his night and what his dreams consisted of, but silence then falls over you two.

“did you eat?” you speak up.

he pulls his hands out of the water, drying them off on a nearby dish towel. “wasn’t hungry.”

as soon as he moves around the counter, you step in front of him.

you tsk in response, blocking him from exiting the area with arms crossed over your chest. “well, i’d like for you to eat something. you didn’t eat dinner last night either,” you reply.

sanji stares down at you, a melancholy look in his eye, but he obliges, dropping two slices of bread into the toaster.

“that’s it?” you argue, a mused smile curling his lips.

“i’m really not that hungry today, my darling,” he assures, leaning against the counter.

you know better than to accept that justification, arms reaching out to cage him between the kitchen and your body. “and why is that?” you ask, pressing yourself against his chest, eyes boring right back into his.

he flicks his gaze between your eyes, then your lips, and then your eyes, once again. he knows what you’re doing, but he bites anyway, strong arms hugging you snug against him.

“i’ve been a little sad these past couple of days,” he explains, another forged grin coaxing his features. it was the one of the first signs that he was asking you to dismiss this conversation.

“sanji—“

the toast pops from the toaster, causing the both of you to release your grip as he refocuses his attention on his unwanted meal.

with his back turned to you, you take it upon yourself to latch onto him again. “i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me sanji. i’m here. i want to help,” you whisper, a shaky breath escaping your throat right after. “please, let me help.”

your eyes shut tightly as the only response you receive is silence. sanji was never one to discuss his own feelings freely, it was something he had always deemed a luxury for a reason you hated reminding yourself of.

a shaky whimper reverberates against your body and you take the cue to release your grip, turning him around so that you can see him again.

his hand grips tightly onto his face, though it proves futile as a tear streams down his cheek; then another, and another, and another. his fingers twitch as they reach out for you, desperately seeking your warmth and comfort as his body slumps into yours.

sanji’s frame is much larger than your own, his strength of his weight was much stronger when he didn’t remember to hold back.

but you’re greedy for this vulnerability, soaking in every ounce that he’d offer as you wrap your arms around his neck.

his tears slowly seep into the fabric of your shirt, while he lets out a few more choked cries before confessing. “have i ever told you about my mother?” he finally speaks.

when he pulls away you shake your head, reaching up to wipe away the tears that stain his face. your gentle expression urges, pleads, for him to continue, an act that melts his heart.

“she was so kind,” he explains, a sad smile grazing him. more tears fall before he says anything, but you allow him that grace which gives him the time to finally gather himself. “she’s the reason i wanted to be a cook.”

the burning sadness that bites at your heart leaves you speechless, unable to fathom how he could’ve kept this inside for so long.

“i know she would’ve loved you.”

now, you have to bite back your own tears, the agony that accompanies his words hangs on to each sentence that tears at your heart.

“she passed fourteen years ago today,” he admits, a shaky sigh heaving from his chest.

as you watch his lip quiver, you pull him flush against you again, unsure if it was for his benefit or that he wouldn’t see the heartbreak that washed over your face.

“i’m so sorry,” is all you can mutter before the both of you sink to the floor, sobs now emanating from the both of you. “she would be so proud of you, sanj,” you murmur, a light cry echoing throughout the room.

sanji perches himself against the closed cupboards, his head rests against the wood as he wraps an arm around you.

“i miss her,” he admits, lying his head against yours.

you nod, only able to physically act in fear a verbal response would elicit more of your tears.

he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a worn, folded up picture.

the woman on the paper is stunning; her porcelain features mirror sanji’s, the resemblance being uncanny. “she’s so pretty,” you say.

sanji chuckles, nodding along, “yeah, she was.”

the both of you stare at the image for a couple of minutes, basking in the beauty that sanji’s mother had. you can’t help but admire the curvature of her lips, the shape of nose and eyes, all qualities that your boyfriend possesses.

“you look just like her,” you comment, reaching to grab his hand.

“so i’ve been told,” he breathes, finally able to catch his breath. “thank you, by the way.”

with a puzzled expression, you glance up at him. “for what?”

sanji shrugs, squeezing your hand within his. “listening to me. feels good to talk about her,” he confesses.

the air in the room eases, it hangs lighter over the both of you; rather than an all consuming fog, it sits delicately upon the both of you like a warm blanket on a cold day.

“that’s what i’m here for,” you emphasize, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

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alwaysthefool · 10 days ago

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[Requested] Naïve MC/Reader x LADS (Xavier, Sylus, Zayne, Rafayel)

They realise you’re a little too sheltered when it comes to sexual/romantic stuff

Warnings: Discussions of purity, sex education (not NSFW), OOC MC. This wasn’t meant as suggestive!

Tags: Gender neutral reader, fluff?

This was the request, but I changed it up to exclude the mention of a club since the premise of short fics can’t address my feelings about the issue seriously… everyone has unique scenarios->

Xavier

As the work day ended, instead of waiting for Xavier as you usually would, you walked out with the new hunter you’d met recently, chatting merrily about your day. “So where we going?” You smiled, walking out the Association HQ.

“Your place or mine?” They replied, smiling back, looking down at you.

You didn’t think much of it before replying. “Mine, I guess!” It was just chilling while watching Netflix after all. You really wanted to check out this new horror series, but didn’t get the chance to ask Xavier since he was always busy, and you certainly weren’t going to watch it alone.

He laughed at that for some reason, so you laughed back, although a little confused.

You felt a hand on your shoulder right as you were about to leave the premises. “Ahem.” The two of you turned around to see Xavier behind you, a stern look on his face. You frowned at his expression, and also the fact that you didn’t even hear him follow you. “You gotta stop creeping up on people like this, man.” Your colleague sighed. At this point, everyone was aware of Xavier’s antics when it came to you (which is also what made it shocking to them that you’d agree to hook up with someone else).

“What did you mean you’re taking them to your house?” Xavier completely ignored the person next to you.

“Uh…”. You weren’t sure how to respond. Wasn’t this a normal thing? When you were younger, your friends would come over to your house all the time. Although oddly, they’d have to be approved by Caleb first. He never really told you why, though.

“What do you think, buddy? We’re Netflix and Chilling.” Your companion responded for you. You smiled at that, nodding. “Mhm!”

Xavier’s expression turned hurt immediately, and he bore his puppy dog eyes into yours. “Really, [Name]? You’re… doing that with them?”

For some reason, looking at him, you felt such guilt, you held his hand. “I’m sorry Xavier, if I’d known you wanted to watch that new show too, I’d have asked you instead!”

“Wait, what?” The two spoke in unison. The person beside you rolled their eyes. “Seriously, you’re saying you’d rather be with him in front of me?” Before they could continue, Xavier’s death stare made them throw their hands up in defeat and walk away, too scared to even murmur profanities within his vicinity.

“Hey, where-“ Before you could finish, Xavier turned your attention back to him, holding your hands in his.

“[Name].” His tone was serious, and his eyes concerned. “What do you think Netflix and Chill means?”

“Watching Netflix with chilled coke, of course!”

Xavier sighed, half in relief, half in tension. “I think there’s a lot we need to talk about. But for now, please just ask me if you want to watch a show, try out new Ramen, or ‘hang out casually’.”

Rafayel

“Care to tell me what exactly you’re doing, cutie?” That last word to come out of Rafayel’s mouth was laced with venom, and that irritated expression you’d become so familiar with was splayed on his face once again.

You looked down at your phone. “Uh, someone at work asked for pictures my feet so I’m sending them pictures of my feet.”

“Is this another one of your pranks?” Rafayel crossed his arms.

“No?” Right as you were about to hit send, he took your phone from you, deleting the pictures before you could stop him. “Hey!” You exclaimed.

“You might not…” Rafayel sighed, giving your phone back to you as he sat beside you, tired. “…not love me anymore, but doing this while you’re in my house is cruel.”

You threw your phone away, and turned to face Rafayel, holding his face. He turned away from you, driving daggers into your chest. “Hey, why are you mad? It’s just feet…”

Rafayel, slightly taken aback, let go of his anger and looked at you. “Cutie, do you know why they’re asking for pictures of your feet?”

You shrugged. “Maybe they like my pedicure!”

He put his hands in his head, letting out a laugh. Before you could respond, he squished your cheeks, giving your left one a kiss. You returned the gesture, kissing his right cheek instead.

“You really are the most precious pearl in the ocean. As much as I’d like to continue seeing this pure side of you, I don’t want you to get taken advantage of again.” He stood up, reaching his hand out for you. “Let’s go, you have a lot to learn.”

Zayne

Realistically he’d make you study medical and ordinary romance books LOL

Zayne wasn’t sure how to go about it, how to confront the person who he thought was the love of his life, on why he saw them dressed to the nines having dinner with someone else inside a fancy restaurant on his car ride home. Zayne swore it didn’t upset him much, and that he had bigger things to worry about, but the thought did not leave his mind until he heard a knock on the door.

You looked tired. You didn’t know why you went to Zayne’s house, but you didn’t know who else to talk to. When he opened the door, you almost thought he looked surprised for a moment before his professional face returned. He left the door open for you, and without a word, went to his couch, reading a magazine.

You were already upset, and felt like leaving upon seeing his behaviour, but you were also extremely tired. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” You spoke sarcastically. Zayne looked up at you, and you expected a snide remark from him, but concern etched his face. He put his magazine down and walked over to you.

“Why are you crying?”

You didn’t realise it until you felt wetness on your cheek. Zayne helped you get out of your shoes and helped you sit on the couch, bringing you a glass of water. He was way nicer than the guy you met today.

“I…” You took a sip. “I went out with a friend to celebrate his promotion, but he was being weird.”

You cried and explained how uncomfortable you felt with him asking questions about you, holding your hand, and then paying for the bill even though you didn’t want him to. It felt wrong and disgusted you.

“[Name],” Zayne was serious all of a sudden. “Did you… go on a date without realising it?”

Your tears stopped. “What? No, I mean, I just met him as a friend.”

He took off his glasses, keeping them in the pocket of his pajama shirt. “You said he wanted to meet you alone, for dinner, at a fancy restaurant, because he wanted you to be the one he celebrated his achievement with. You, and not his friends or family.”

“So?”

Zayne sighed. “You may not know it but he took you out on a date.”

You sniffled, and Zayne handed you a tissue, keeping his gentlemanly distance while patting your head. “I did not want the first date of my life to be this way.”

“It’s alright. I’ll make sure your next one is better.”

Sylus

Honestly he’d take this very seriously, sit you down, and explain this stuff without hesitation, because it’s super important to know.

It was just one meme at first. Then two. Then the whole discussion was about things you had no clue on, making you feel left out from your friend group. You groaned, throwing your phone away on the bed.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Sylus speaks, looking up from what he was reading on his chair. You had nothing to do on your day off and no energy to go outside, but Sylus still wanted to be near you, so you came over and lounged in his house.

“I…” You sat up on his bed, and he put his book on the table, focusing his attention on you. “I was very sheltered as a kid.”

“I can tell.” He quipped.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, anyway, it means I don’t understand what a ‘one night stand’ or a ‘hook up’ is, and I’m too scared to look it up.”

Sylus, as you expected, didn’t judge you. “Why are you scared?”

“Because I think it’s too late, and Caleb would be disappointed…” You knew Sylus didn’t like it when you brought Caleb up, but this time, his gentle expression stayed, as he took off his glasses, placing them inside his pocket.

“It’s never too late to learn about anything, especially things like these.” You gave him a polite smile. That was nice to hear. You shifted, sitting with your feet off the bed, to be a little closer to where he was on his chair.

“Not to mention, you have the best teacher in front of you.”

Bonus:

A while later, Sylus put on his glasses, frowning while going through your group chat, unsure of how to explain what they were discussing to you. “Maybe your brother was right, you have some crazy friends.” He joked.

-x-

#sorry for raf and sylus’ bits being short #love and deepspace #lads x reader #sylus x mc #lnds x reader #xavier x reader #xavier x mc #rafayel x reader #l&ds x reader #lads x you #zayne lads #zayne x reader #headcanons #fic #lads fluff

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mirrology · 3 months ago

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MUSE ❛ ❁. ━━ ( n.) a person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.

❛ ⟡. trailblazer, dan heng, march 7th & gender neutral reader. ━━ wc: 1.1k

❛ ⟡ ━━ strictly platonic. teen reader, the reader is an artist who prefers to sketch in a sketchbook or doodle on post-it notes. Typical Astral Express shenanigans. Reader comes from a poor planet, found family astral express!! March and reader have a lot in common when it comes to capturing memories. Reader likes giving the express drawings.

To you, painting, sketching, doodling, and the like is a way to capture a moment. Just like taking a photograph, yet it takes more time, and it requires more skill. You know that it's faster with a camera. You've seen March snapping photos of the other express members in an instant.

But you take pride in your work. You won't let a camera blow out the flame of inspiration that is burning within you. That flame was the only thing you had left when you were on the streets, dressed in rags that could barely be considered clothes. As you gazed at the shining stars in the night sky from the window of the astral express, those memories resurfaced from the depth of your mind and dripped ink on the pages of your sketchbook The ink, over time, eventually became a silhouette of a child, buildings, and a city.

The piece of art was never shown to your astral express family. It was tucked away in a drawer in your room, never to see seen by eyes other than yours.

But…

There are pieces that you shoe your family, and all of them are gifts to preserve the memories of them and you. For one day, we will all be gone.

❛ ☆ ━━ Trailblazer

You knew their obsession with trash and trash cans, and their birthday was coming up, so you devised a plan. As an artist, art isn't just painting or drawing. It is also sculpting. The plan was… to make them a sculpture! Of what? Of them sparring with the lordly trash can, of course! So you got to work, it was many hours of grueling work, and your hands were starting to cramp up from digging them into the clay of the sculpture.

You sighed and leaned back into your seat. You stared at the finished sculpture that was sat on the table in front of you. It wasn't big, oh no, you weren't that talented, and it would be suspicious if any of the Astral Express members were to see the big statue of the trailblazer in your room.

This model can fit in your cupped hands. The details of their outfit were difficult to add, but you managed, and just in time for the big day! You turned to the cabinet that was on the side of your bed, ah! It was time! You quickly got up from your desk, grabbed the gift box that sat on your bed, and stuffed the sculpture inside. You tied the ribbon on top into a bow. You were ready! Let's hope they like it!

(And they definitely did. They thanked you almost a thousand times and declared you as their favorite)

❛ ☆ ━━ Dan Heng

You put the cap on your pen as you finished the little doodle of Dan Heng that was on a post-it note. It depicted a chibi version of Dan Heng, sitting in the archives, while reading a book. You quietly chuckled to yourself. You got up from your desk in your room and walked down the hall to the door of the archives. You switched from walking to tiptoeing once you got close, not wanting to alarm the vidyadhara that was inside the room. Just as you were about to stick the note on the door, it slid open, revealing the man in your doodle and also leaving your hand in the air, covering Dan Heng's face from your perspective.

You quickly put your hand down and beamed at the man in front of you. He only stared back with his typical poker face, although his eyes held a certain sparkle that was only reserved for you. “Dan Heng! hold your hand out.” You briefly greet him, then gesturing for him to hold his hand out for you. Dan Heng brought his hand up, and you placed the doodle of him in the middle of his palm. “That's for you! Ihopeyoulikeit,okaybyeeeeee” you blurted out and sprinted down the hallway, the embarrassment of being caught in the middle of putting a sitcky note on his door, finally caught up to you.

A dumbfounded Dan Heng stared at your running form as he awkwardly stood in the doorway. He stared down at the little art piece in the palm of his hand. Dan Heng’s lips twitched up into an amused smile. He walked back inside the archives and placed the doodle in the pile of different drawings and paintings that you had given him. Another thing to treasure.

❛ ☆ ━━ March 7th

“Ready?” March asked, her hands behind her back while a big grin was plastered on her face. “Ready.” You confirmed with a nod. Your hands were also behind your back. This was yours and March's monthly gift exchange, her's usually being photos of the express members and you. Yours being sketches of her or the both of you together, but today was different. For once, you decided to paint for her, it has been a while since you've had the motivation to paint but if it was for March you would paint a thousand paintings if it meant to preserve the memories of her and of course… to see her smile.

Little did you know Ms. March also had an extra special gift for you. March started counting down “Okay, 1… 2… 3!” At the count of three, the both of you held out your gifts. Your eyes lit up at the sight of the album that was held in the pink haired girl's hand and hers at the painting in yours. “Here.” You spoke gently and held out the covered canvas to her. She set down the album on the table beside her. March slowly took the canvas from you. She felt nervous, it wasn't every day that you painted. This must be really special.

The pink haired girl pulled down the cloth that was covering the painting. A small gasp left her mouth as she stared at the painting. It depicted you and her, with big smiles on your faces, hugging, while sitting in a field of pink carnations. A flower crown sat on your head, matching hers. March's lower lip wobbled as tears welled up in her eyes. They weren't of sadness, no. They were of joy.

March sniffled and brought you into a tight hug, startling you who was gazing at the album filled to the brim with moments of the Astral Expresses trailblazing adventures. “Thank you!” March's voice wobbled as she held you tightly. The warmth the she radiated, despite her having ice powers, was comforting and… oddly familiar.

You smiled warmly and wrapped your arms around her, hugging her back just as tightly.

“You're welcome”

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daosies · 4 months ago

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how they love you

xavier, rafayel ♡ gn!reader

warnings: major xavier and rafayel story spoilers, reader is the protagonist from the game (but gender neutral), rafayel is his own warning (hes a bit of a freak)

notes: im writing this like i understand xavier and rafayels lore (i dont. all i did was read up on reddit and the wiki before going straight off the dome.)

"xavier," jeremiah calls incredulously, "you're staring."

"no, i'm not," xavier lies straight through his teeth. his periwinkle eyes trail after you like they're bound to you, held together by a red string that knots at his irises.

(maybe they are.)

xavier blinks, resting for but a moment before his gaze returns. it'll always return—xavier thinks he does a lot of that. return.

"at least try to pretend," jeremiah remarks, tender expression betraying his incredulous tone. despite the fact that xavier is loitering in philo, posing a hazard to the nearby flora with his intense aura, jeremiah can't bring himself to say anything more.

xavier is in love—but that's not right, jeremiah thinks. xavier has always been in love. he loved you back in philos, in all your incarnations and the ones thereafter. xavier loved you when you sparred against him, when you rose to the throne, and even when you suffered and while everyone was against you, he loved you then, too.

jeremiah supposes that it's only right that xavier loves you now. because xavier loves with his whole being, it's not just his eyes that follow after you, but rather, his existence.

xavier follows you despite the era, traveling centuries back and staying just to catch a glimpse of you, to glimmer, ever so slightly, in your incomparable radiance.

we could go back, jeremiah thinks, conjuring up the possibility despite his nerves telling him not to. we could go back to philos. the core within your heart holds infinite possibilities.

if xavier wanted to, he could obtain your aether core, and that would be enough to return to the future—where you still exist, sure, but more importantly (to jeremiah, at least), where philos exists.

("we will not kill them," xavier muttered darkly, "do not bring this topic up again. i will find another solution.")

(and that was where jeremiah went wrong. because to xavier, philos is nothing. you have always been the whole, vast universe. you are the most important thing in this life, and the many more thereafter; and to xavier, no future matters except the one you exist in now.)

so, he did. he tried, at least. xavier scoured the ruined earth for protocores that could mimic the same capabilities of yours. he lived through centuries on earth, fighting for existence despite knowing that the answer lied, as it always has been, in you.

when your incarnation appeared, jeremiah never once doubted xavier's judgement. while the other backtrackers under xavier's command went mad, trying to harvest your aether core to return to philos, xavier fought—but more than that, actually. xavier loved.

xavier loved, no, loves, so fervently, so profoundly, that he killed the backtrackers who had tried to harm you. you are not the same incarnation that he loved back in philos, but the fact that it's you is enough for xavier to rid all doubts.

and jeremiah thinks that, despite xavier's desperate intent to return back to philos, he wouldn't mind living here on earth with you now. jeremiah has noticed that the fervent expression his captain once wore has dwindled into something more mellow, into something tender.

something like the looks he'd send to you from afar, chasing you across school rooftops and coexisting in between the clashing of blades—xavier loves.

and love has made him content. and love has made him present, when he never was before. when all he could do, prior to your incarnation's existence, was think of returning to philos.

(how could he return to philos when you're right here?)

"[name]," jeremiah calls, feigning ignorance to the way xavier glares at him, the captain's tender expression suddenly dissipating into nothingness. ouch, jeremiah thinks, mouthing to xavier, "you don't have to make it that obvious you don't like me."

"yeah?" you reply, glancing up from the foliage. xavier reaches over the many shelves of flora—much to jeremiah's dismay—before parting them to get a good look at your face. xavier smiles. jeremiah's jaw drops.

"did you find something you liked? you said you had to get a bouquet for a friend, right?" jeremiah asks, egging xavier on.

"a friend?" xavier echoes, not even bothering to look at the florista behind him.

"oh, yeah! i'm choosing a bouquet for this one guy—" jeremiah sees the way xavier's expression goes blank, lips thinning into a line whilst his periwinkle eyes, somehow, manage to retain their enamored look.

ah, jeremiah realizes, it's 'cause captain is still looking at them. of course it is—why did he expect any other reason?

although xavier remains silent, jeremiah knows that the only thing running through the captain's mind is: guy, guy, guy?!

"a guy?" jeremiah queries, deciding to put xavier out of his misery.

"yeah. he worked with my grandma when she was younger, but i have to deliver it through one of my friends because he lives in the arctic..."

"that means he's old," jeremiah whispers, loud enough for only xavier to hear. the captain glances away.

at least try to hide that look of relief, jeremiah thinks incredulously. still, it's fun to see xavier like this: with his tense brows easing up, his thinned lips turning slightly upwards. when xavier loves, he does it with his whole being.

it's in the way he slips in between the aisles of flora in order to be next to you. in the way he carries the vases of flowers for you despite knowing you're perfectly capable of doing so yourself.

when xavier loves, it's evident in the way his cold, indigo eyes melt into hues made of periwinkle. it's in the way his touch, hardened by years of training, melts into something as light as a feather. it grazes past your face, brushing a stray leaf away.

"how much will it be, jeremiah?" you ask, preparing your coin pouch. jeremiah feels xavier's glare piercing his skin.

i know, i know! is all jeremiah thinks. "for free. don't worry about it!"

"huh? that can't be right... these are a lot of flowers, jeremiah."

"it's okay, [name]," xavier interjects, resting a hand over yours to prevent you from getting your money. "he owes me a favor, and i never buy flowers. so it's best used for your bouquet."

again, xavier lies fluidly through his teeth.

"are you sure...? you could buy a couple flowers, xavier! you know, to decorate your room?"

xavier shakes his head. "i'd forget to water them, probably."

liar, jeremiah thinks. for his own safety, he opts to keep his mouth shut, observing the situation with a suppressed smile.

xavier can't even be bothered to hide his infatuation—when he does so much as look at you, his world comes to a halt, his attention fixated wholly on you when usually it drifts off into wonderland.

when he does so much as hear you, or perceive you, or exist with you, xavier shrinks into nothing, permeating wholly into your skin, melting into your bones and becoming a part of you.

forget his title as captain, or lumiere, or crown prince—xavier becomes yours. and that's all he needs to be.

somehow, jeremiah thinks that xavier is more than just a lover.

he's love itself.

rafayel taps his foot impatiently. with his arms crossed, his gaze darts back and forth between the clock and the door, brows furrowing once he realizes you're nowhere to be seen.

"ugh, that bodyguard!" he cries to no one. "always making me wait for this and that.... puh-lease, like i care!"

rafayel turns around and starts heading into the art museum, lips curled into a pout whilst he glances occasionally over his shoulder. eventually, he stops, still trying to discreetly scope out the premises.

they're still not here?! is all he thinks, reaching for his phone with newfound passion. rafayel tries calling you a couple times, somehow getting more and more offended when you don't pick up.

he then resorts to spamming your texts, his phone flailing around in his hands from the onslaught of his madness.

"you think this is just a game, huh?!" rafayel texts. "fine, it is! whatever! not like i care!!!!"

when you don't respond, he blinks owlishly in disbelief, staring at the screen with his mouth hanging agape.

no way they ignored me! rafayel thinks, somehow even more offended than before.

but the irritation nestled in his stomach morphs into worry, and the worry contorts into yearning. oh, rafayel thinks, staring at your contact name for far longer than he'd like to admit. what if something happened to them?

rafayel's imagination eggs his yearning further. what if you're waiting for him somewhere—with nothing but him on your mind, of course—tears spilling from your eyes while crying his name? what if you're injured, clutching your wound whilst thinking of him—and his killer looks—wishing you could see him right now?

oh. rafayel's imagination eggs his yearning further. oh, what if they're injured? he thinks, his fingers beginning to glide all across his phone's keyboard, spamming you like a madman whose lost all sense of reason.

"you don't have to show up," he starts texting, but quickly deletes that sentence. "text me when you see this," he manages to send, hand coming up to fiddle with some stray strands of his wisteria hair.

he feels his heart thrash against his chest like a fish out of water, his skin beginning to feel stuffy while he grasps at his shirt, crumpling the pearl fabric under his hands. what if you're hurt? what if something happened to you? what if you're leaving, and he isn't able to catch up?

rafayel hates waiting. he turns around, heading toward the exit of the museum, ignoring the looks of confusion from the people who just watched him enter and clutch his head manically.

again, rafayel's imagination runs wild, feeding him delusions and convincing him that he's your knight in shining armor, saving you from the clutches of despair. obviously, after he saves you—with his killer looks and killer moves—you're going to grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, hoping that he'll spare you so much as a glance for your impudence.

he tries to ignore the way his ribs begin to constrict, the way his chest begins to ignite with agonizing pain. not again, is all he thinks, rushing out of the museum. not again.

rafayel loves you. sometimes, he hates to admit it. sometimes, he knows it's fact. rafayel loves you—how could he not? you are bound to him, no, rather, he is bound to you.

rafayel is bound to you, yet even then, he struggles to keep up. he follows you hopelessly into every incarnation, trailing after your existence like a drowning man at sea, gasping for air and a wisp of your presence. he had you, once. and what a twisted thing love is, to give him so much hope and radiance, that he can't possibly fathom to live without it now.

rafayel is hooked on you, drinking you in greedily with his eyes, searching for you desperately amidst the tides. rafayel is hooked on you, he's left in a constant state of wanting more, more, more, even though you don't feel the same. even though you're perfectly okay with leaving him, oblivious to the effect you have.

you have carved rafayel's being, forcing his hands to be a perfect fit with yours, forcing his eyes to only ever hold you. you've dismembered rafayel's bones, taking apart the shafts and forcing yourself in, your existence running through his marrow, your existence running through his veins.

sometimes, rafayel hates what you've done to him. he hates how he's reduced to a spectator in your presence, the way he's destined to love you despite all you've done to him.

rafayel hates the way you go around, saving everyone, saving everything, even though he was the first. he was your first victim, your first lover, your first everything.

and you've forgotten. and you've forgotten. how could you? sometimes, rafayel envies you. he wishes he could be as blissfully ignorant as you, he wishes he could rendezvous around the world, unaware of what he's done before.

(how could he? how could he ever forget you? how could rafayel ever be anything more than what you've made him?)

he laughs bitterly to himself, running a hand through his hair when your caller id shows up on his phone. rafayel half-considers letting you go to his voicemail, but oh, the way his heart constricts, the way his hands instinctively move to answer.

rafayel isn't like you—he has a heart, first of all—he's made of memories, made of century-old pacts and vows that have haunted him across lifetimes.

rafayel isn't like you, because, first and foremost, he loves. he loves you. he loves you! and oh, how could he not? how could he ever forget what you've done for him? how could he ever forget what you've done to him?

(and yet, he loves you anyway. rafayel loves you, despite the way you betrayed him, despite the way you forgot. rafayel loves you, not only because he was made to love you, but because it's you. does he need any other reason?)

just before your call gets forwarded to voicemail, rafayel picks up. he swallows thickly, letting his yearning drip down his throat, permeating into his organs whilst he says, dreading the way his voice cracks, ever so slightly, "ahem. what took you so long, huh?!"

your voice glitches on the other end. rafayel feels heat rush to the tips of his ears, feeling the way you sound so close to him. he presses the phone closer to his head.

"sorry, rafayel! i was busy,"—rafayel scoffs at this, so is he, you're not special—"but i'm coming right now! just wait for me, okay?"

"ugh! no, i don't wanna! i'm leaving! did you hear that? i'm," rafayel trails off, pausing for extra emphasis (hoping that you'd care enough to interrupt him), "i'm leaaavvii—"

you hang up. rafayel gasps, staring at the end screen with a flabbergasted look.

"no way! ugh! nobody respects me around here! making me wait... who do they think i am? a waiter? the waiter?" rafayel mutters incredulously to himself, sending glares towards anyone who eyes him weirdly.

still, he remains put, crossing his arms with a pronounced frown whilst sunset eyes scan the area, looking for your familiar motorbike.

rafayel waits. begrudgingly.

then again, he supposes he does a lot of that when it comes to you.

he opens your contact one more time. "some bodyguard you are!!!" he texts. "i could be dying right now and you still wouldn't pull up, huh?!?!"

"i'm dying! i'm dying! heeeelllooo?! i'm dying!" he spams. the familiar whirring of a motorbike appears, and rafayel glances up from his phone, horizon eyes growing wide.

rafayel hates the effect you have on him, the way your sudden appearance can bring tsunamis to a lull, the way your sudden appearance makes an utter fool of him.

still, rafayel lets you get away with it.

(you've gotten away with a lot of things.)

"raf!" you call. "quit spamming me!"

when you take your helmet off, rafayel's breath hitches. you steal the oxygen from his lungs, a mere wisp of your existence making the world tumble.

"hmph!" he crosses his arms, hoping you don't see the way his ears bloom a violent red. "don't tell me what to do! do you know how long it's been?!"

"ten minutes?" you reply, unamused. rafayel glares at you.

too long, he thinks, eyes tracing over the bridge of your nose and the curl of your lips. the artist instinct with him begins to flare—he wants to paint, he wants to devote himself to you all over again, drawing tirelessly into the night.

"no. eight-hundred years, you idiot!"

you roll your eyes. "what an exaggeration."

rafayel huffs. "puh-lease! i just say it as it is!"

you start heading towards the museum, and rafayel scrambles to catch up, his throat beginning to close. his heart—whatever's left of it, at least—lurching forward.

it chases you. it chases you! it always, always chases you.

into every life, into every eon. rafayel chases you, desperate and made of memories, hanging onto the depths of your soul, forfeiting the ocean and the tide and all that ever mattered.

then again, rafayel supposes that none of it matters now. you're here.

and even if you don't remember, rafayel will love you anyway.

(how could he not?)

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toxicanonymity · 1 year ago

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vampire joel: the first few days.

3k, vampire!Joel x f!reader | vampire masterlist FLASHBACK, occurs within the special one. WARNINGS: I8+ I guess; dark fluff; big girthy age gap (440s vs 20s-50s); excessive lore; softdark!Joel; kidnapping/captivity; mild angst; creepy behavior; irreverent humor; Joel has sweet and spicy thoughts and gets turned on; shifts to present tense after time lapse; Joel carries reader.

You’re a miracle. Running on you, Joel feels more alive than he has in a few hundred years. He almost feels alive alive. And it lasts. That little sip he took the night you met? It lasted so much longer than it should've, he began to wonder if you somehow un-turned him.

For years, Joel had sniffed out what he needed by instinct. He’d taken what he could get-–some here, some there-–subsisting on a rolling cocktail of different bloods. That was the trick to feeling good: diversify the sources. It was also the hardest part, but he found a way. After so many years, he stopped hoping he’d find the whole package in one warm body.

Over the years. Joel had known some other people like him-–he liked to think of himself as a person, at least. Some of them believed in the one; others were more pessimistic. He'd never met anyone who had found their special one, but for a long time, Joel believed it was possible, if improbable, that he'd find you one day. He thought about it a lot back then, visualizing you in different ways, with various personalities and interests. He thought about you in different genders, ethnicities, and bodies. He imagined different ways of meeting you. For all he knew, you could have been anyone. As time went on, he thought about it as less of a hope and more of a dream.

But then, one night, there you were. He wasn’t on the hunt. He wasn’t out for blood. He was enjoying a book and a beer. When you first looked in his direction, Joel assumed you had your eye on someone else. Then, he felt it: you were watching him. Your eyes met for a moment, then he looked down at his book again. He could hardly read the words on the page. That gaze of yours. . . you were like a magnet, pulling on him. He resisted, and left you alone, but out of the corner of his eye, he still caught your vibe. You were distracted. Your friends laughed together, and you sometimes joined in. And then, when your friends left, you stayed behind. Not for long, but long enough for Joel to decide to approach you.

Joel watched you slowly move toward the exit, and he was drawn to you. When he held the door and got close enough to smell you, he knew there was something special about you. When his hands met your bare shoulders in the alley (God bless that rat), he felt a warm rush, warmer than he felt in ages. When he tasted your lips, something ignited deep in the core of his being. And then, when his lips brushed your neck, it really hit him—you could be that special. He couldn’t resist an impulsive bite. He could only slow down enough to whisper an apology. Sorry. Only gonna take a little. When you wouldn’t let him kiss you again, he left you alone.

(He tried to.)

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When Joel’s first taste of you faded, the prospect of finding nourishment elsewhere wouldn't do. He had to find you and keep you.

By the time he met you again in the same alley, he was desperate enough that he didn't give you a chance to say no. Not gonna hurt ya, sweetheart. Hurting you would be the last thing he'd want. You were a precious jewel. One of a kind. The scent of you was enough to put him at ease as he carried your limp body to the end of the alley. He draped you in the back seat of his station wagon, and put your bag in the passenger seat. It took all he had to wait until he got home.

He brought you inside and laid you down on a velvet chaise. You looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He almost kissed you right then and there, then remembered how you’d flinched away the last time, against your car, after he took that fateful sip. He would only take what he needed. He would do what was necessary, what fate demanded. He didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want to hurt you. He covered your mouth and nose with the damp cloth again, just for a moment, for good measure, then put it aside.

Joel cradled your head, planted his lips on your neck, and bit into your flesh. Your blood rushed out of you like it wanted into him. It was intoxicating. He could hardly pry himself away. When he released you, he felt a wave of guilt, but it was overtaken by the physical rush. For almost an hour, he stayed kneeling there on the floor in front of the chaise, simply existing in the same space as you, and watching you exist. Then he realized the only secure place to keep you was downstairs.

He brought you downstairs, laid you on the floor, then sat and watched you sleep until he remembered there were things he needed to do. He took off your shoe for you–the other must have fallen off upstairs–and chained you by the ankle. Then he went back up to the den.

Joel sat on the chaise, feet planted on the floor, elbows on his knees, staring at the antique rug, deep in thought.

He took you. He did it. Okay, what next? Keep you. Make sure no one takes you away.

He put on his glasses, turned on the TV, and started an episode of Dateline. Keith Morrison's voice was always so soothing, but it wasn't the right kind of story and hearing the family members talk kinda made him feel bad. He went to Investigation Discovery. After scrolling through some episodes, he found one that fit. He periodically nodded along with the reenactment, and paused it when he knew what to do.

Joel went out to his car to get your keys. Then, just as he finished ordering a Lyft, something buzzed under his elbow and he realized he was holding your bag. He dug for your phone and silenced a call. He pocketed the phone and put your bag back in his car. Oh God, he almost forgot that part. He rushed back inside and downstairs, cardigan trailing behind him for half the stairs, then slowing down and stepping as quietly as he could. He knelt on the floor and carefully lifted your hand. He pressed your thumb onto your phone and it unlocked. It worked. He changed your settings, then went back outside. He walked briskly down his long driveway. He let himself out of the gate and stood in the fog, waiting on his ride.

Joel didn't really go through your phone. He didn't want to violate your privacy more than necessary, but he also didn't want people to worry, and he didn't want you to worry about people worrying. It was still early–no need to respond yet. But on the ride to the cafe, Joel looked out the window and thought of texts that would buy him some time if people kept trying to reach you.

Fortunately, you were parked near the spot he walked you to before. Once he picked up your car at the cafe, he stopped for groceries on his way home, mentally patting himself on the back for remembering you needed food. Joel himself hadn't eaten in days. He was wholly preoccupied with the thought of you. Years ago, he got into cooking as a hobby, but at this point, he mostly ate and drank socially. Even if he was alone, it was a good way to get out of the house and interact with people.

Joel made a mental grocery list as he went into the store. Hemoglobin, you needed iron. Spinach, steak, spring mix, fish. Hey, he's not bad at this. The two of you were going to be just fine. Maybe you'd even enjoy a glass of wine with him. He picked up a bottle of red. His phone buzzed with a text and he ignored it.

****** Day 3 *****

Now, almost two days later, he’s seen you awake, he’s helped you to the bathroom, he's brought you a mattress and a sheet, and even coaxed you into eating.

You’re sleeping again, and you’re sleeping longer than he expected.

Joel watches you sleep again. At least that means you're comfortable. He dares to get on the mattress with you, but he stays on the opposite side, giving you personal space. He didn’t think this far ahead, and he’s having trouble thinking now. The only thing on his mind is the fact that he found you. He found you when he wasn’t even looking.

Joel snaps out of his trance when you begin to wake up.

—- ✨ you ✨—--

You rub your eyes, and as Joel comes into focus, you’re only half awake. He’s lying on the floor with his head resting in his hand, but he quickly sits up when he notices you wake up. He's dressed casual and cozy again. He leans forward, looking at you affectionately as you stir and stretch. Your heart flutters at the sight of him, like you’re still in the alley that first night when he kissed you. Then you feel the heavy chain around your ankle and it all comes back, like you’re in a bad dream. You slowly push yourself up into sitting. The chain drags as you move to the wall and slump down against it.

“You can't just—(yawn)--keep me here,” you tell him. You look at him pleadingly.

His face falls. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “You said that.”

Your eyes are heavy. “People are gonna look for me,” you hope. But really, you're bad at staying in touch. You've been known to shut down and take off for days or weeks at a time.

“Oh,” he perks up. “Don't worry about that.”

He braces his forearm on the mattress and reaches into his pants pocket to fish out your phone. He quietly reassures you, “Didn't want ya to worry.”

What did he do? Your stomach drops. With a little smile, he adds, “Didn't wanna wake you up.” He moves cautiously like he might startle you. The truth is, for some reason, you don't mind him being near you. He settles in by your side, sitting against the wall.

He smells so good, you try to breathe through your mouth so it doesn't intoxicate you (but what's the use). He holds the phone so you can see the screen. It looks small in his hand. He swipes open your text messages. Nothing unread. He opens the most recent one and watches your face in anticipation.

It's from a friend.

Her: what's up Her: call me, bitch You: Hey, bitch. Something came up and I'm not going to be around anymore. Her: lmao wtf You: Lmao, I met someone. Her: hey Her: call me You: Let’s catch up soon.

Your chest tightens. You close your eyes and take a deep breath (inhaling his soothing scent, ugh). When you open your eyes, he's studying you, waiting for you to say something. You turn and face him. His wrist folds, and the phone hangs sadly from his hand. You're leaning your head against the wall, looking at him.

“This isn't okay,” you tell him weakly.

He swallows and nods, “Sorry.” He dips his head and looks at you pitifully. “Tryin’ to help,” he whispers. His face and body language make it sound believable.

You look at the phone. “How does that—” you think better of reasoning with him. “Let me call her so she leaves you alone.”

He looks at you contemplatively.

“I’ll act normal,” you promise.

He looks you over, and concern spreads across his face. “No,” he states calmly, then pockets your phone again on the side farthest from you.

You close your eyes and rest your head against the wall for a few minutes, then the buzz of his own phone jolts you back to reality. Joel leans far enough away that he doesn't elbow you when he slides his phone out. The contact picture on his screen is a woman wearing glasses. He rejects the call and slides it back into his pocket.

You plead, “Lemme go and I promise I’ll come back.” He might not believe you, but you would. It's the (somewhat shameful) truth. You don't know where your survival instinct is. You've tried to conjure it. But you're drawn to him as though by a physical force. You might even be willing to take him home with you instead of being locked up here, but you don't offer that yet.

His brows knit as he searches your face. You wonder if he can see you're telling the truth. When your eyes meet, you feel something. You swallow and your eyes drift to the silver bits in his beard. After a moment, he shakes his head. No. He won't let you go. Your heart sinks. You feel a chill and wrap yourself tighter in the sheet.

“Shit,” he mutters to himself and abruptly sits up off the wall. He looks guilty. He takes his cardigan off, and the veins in his neck bulge. “C’mere,” he whispers.

He drapes the cardigan over you. It's remarkably cozy, like a warm hug of its own. He reaches over you to unlock the cuff and slip your foot out of it. He pushes the chain away. “C’mere,” he repeats and nudges you forward. He inches closer, and you let him. He gets behind you so he's sitting against the wall with you between his bent knees. You sit there rigidly for a minute, but you don't have the energy to stay tense. You relax into his strong arms, and they settle securely but comfortably around you. It feels like you're his plushie. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he whispers. He presses his lips into the crown of your head. Instead of pulling away, you relax more. Soon, you fall asleep. Your hands open and release the edges of the sheet wrapped around you.

— Joel 🩸 —

Joel sits there holding you while you sleep. He still feels bad that he took too much blood, but he’s not as worried anymore, and he won't let it happen again. You're just tired. You'll get your strength back. It makes him feel good to feel you breathing. Your back is against his tummy and chest. He slips his arms under the cardigan and brushes the smooth skin of your inner elbow, feeling the slightly raised vein. That's a good sign. He wants to kiss you there. He wants to kiss you everywhere. He's been waiting for you for hundreds of years. You have no idea how special you are.

You shift in your sleep, and he lets your head rest on his shoulder. He lightly strokes your temple and finds your forehead is beading with a fine mist of sweat. When you're sweaty enough that it might wake you up, he takes the special cardigan off you and puts it aside. Warmth is a luxury to him, not a necessity.

Earlier, he was worried about you sleeping too much. Now, you're so peaceful, and the feeling of you in his arms is so soothing, he doesn't want to wake you up.

He adjusts his arms. As he gently hugs you, his palm grazes your lower belly. It sends a wave of desire through him. He wonders if you'll let him, when the time comes. If the time comes–if you bleed, that is. He has a feeling you do. Maybe he should get you one of those menstrual cups in case you don't want him to. But God, he hopes you let him. He wonders what you’d feel like against his lips, what you’d taste like. He’s getting hard. He doesn't want you to wake up, feel him hard against you, and think he's a pervert.

You've felt him hard against you before, that first night, but it's different now, because you're here and you didn't ask to be. He squints at that harsh reality. He's counting on you forgiving him and understanding. He wonders if there's any other way he could have done this. Could he have resisted that first bite? He feels regretful for a minute, playing out an alternate reality in his mind, however self-loathingly optimistic the alternate reality is.

He could've resisted. He could’ve ignored what he smelled and tasted in you. He could've treated you like a regular woman. He could’ve acted like a normal man. He could've slid his hands between your ass and your car and pulled you into him as you made out. He could've invited you back to his place.

He could've laid you down on the sofa and pressed himself against you as he kissed (and only kissed) your neck. He could've pulled your dress up, kissed you from your breasts down to your knees, pulled your underwear off, left your sneakers on. He could’ve tasted your cunt, he could've fucked you.

He could've taken you on dates, romanced you, and made love to you. . . Maybe. If you wanted. You did, you wanted it, he could feel it. He could hear it in your voice that night.

“Fuck,” he whispers; he's pretty hard now. He twitches against you.

You sigh in your sleep, barely audible, but it nearly does him in. His heart races, and his hands come to your hips, gently nudging you forward. God, he wants to pull you closer, not push you away. He carefully begins to scoot out from under you. He lays you on your side and tucks the sheet around you. He picks up his cardigan and slowly gets off the mattress. He stands up and lets his palm graze the hard bulge in his pants. He feels like a sicko. But God, he hopes you let him do these things one day. All of it. He hopes you do these things together. He hopes you want it again.

He hopes you want him.

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Wow, you made it all this way and I didn't even really put out! Thank you so much for reading 🥹

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 1 year ago

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can you write something w vessel praising reader like super lovey sex 🥺

❝sweet little bunny❞

➵ “you’re doing so good for me” —❤︎

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

theme: smut ❣︎

a/n: ofc i can ♡︎ the vessel stans have really flocked to my page now huh? hope you enjoy !!

cw: penetration. pet names. praise kink. no gendered language for reader’s body.

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oh my god, fluffy sex with vessel??? yes please holy shit??

this man is intimidating as fuck, but goddamn can he be an absolute sweetheart in the sheets

whenever he’s in the mood for something more vanilla, he’s a lot more quiet

short breaths and gasps, letting out long, deep sighs when he cums, whispering your name like a sacred prayer whenever he’s close to climaxing

goddamn this man sounds heavenly when he’s making you feel good

vessel’s voice is also a lot more soothing, with a twinge of poetic flair to his words whenever he’s praising you

always being so gentle with you <33 we love to see it

he always puts your pleasure first too. drilling his cock into you in such a sensual manner that has you seeing stars

and you can still feel the intimacy and affection from him, it’s such a surreal experience

“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well…”

you could only softly whine as you felt vessel’s hard shaft move deep inside of you. his movements were slow and sensual, but his rhythm had you on edge, and writhing underneath his grasp, begging for more.

“there… i got you.. fuck you look so good like this, taking my cock like the good little bunny you are.” he hissed out in pure euphoria, his hips pistoning inside of your hole in a way that had you seeing stars.

your wrists were being held tightly to the mattress by vessel, and you could only squirm in a lustrous need as he moved inside you. “vess… vess please..”

“shhh, it’s okay… i’m right here..” vessel whispered in a reassuring manner, dipping his head between the space in your neck to affectionately nip at your soft skin, leaving love marks as he trailed down.

his hands moved from your wrists to your hands, his fingers interlocking with yours, squeezing your hands with a loving grasp.

that simple action was enough to make you whimper in pure ecstasy, it was almost enough to distract you from how his dick was buried deep within your love canal.

vessel lived for this kind of pleasure.

this was the kind of love he loved to give to you.

he wouldn’t be this affectionate and attentive to anyone else but you. if it were anyone else, he couldn’t give less of a damn… but you… oh you were just a different story.

your presence was just so captivating, entrancing vessel in a dreamlike state every time he made love to you. you were his drug, so sweet and addicting.

and he was going to show that to you no matter what.

“shit, baby. you’re so tight around me… fuck.. i love it so much..” he moaned softly into your neck, his hips moving slightly faster. “i love you so much.”

his sweet words had you moaning like crazy. you couldn’t help it, the way he spoke to you like you were some kind of ancient deity was enough to get your legs shaking.

“f-fuck… vessel.. please..”

“please what, honey? tell me… tell me what you want.”

looking through the slits of vessel’s artistic mask, you could see nothing but pure love and lust clouding his eyes, and that just made the arousal in your core grow stronger.

“please.. harder..” you begged breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper.

vessel cursed silently at your words, and his hips rolled into you slowly, hitting a spot that had your legs spasming.

he smiled softly, and bent down to capture your lips in a loving kiss, before whispering. “of course, darling.”

and he moved even faster.

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itadores · 11 months ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

synopsis: you like buying little gifts for your boyfriend. it only makes sense for you to buy him a photo-card of his favorite idol when you come across it in a JPOP store.

note: my silly guy <3 haven’t written in ages so i’m a bit rusty

pairing: tōdō aoi x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, petnames (tōdō calls reader babe, reader calls him baby), reader’s love language is gift giving, tōdō is bit of an overdramatic crybaby (affectionate)

You happen across the store as you’re walking through the shopping center that you typically frequent. It’s a new shop if the banner with the words “Grand Opening!” printed in bold block letters was anything to go by. However, the banner is not what originally caught your eye as you were passing through. It’s the name of the place itself that did: JPOPTOWN. Admittedly, you’re not an avid fan of JPOP, moreso a casual enjoyer, but your partner on the other hand…is a very big fan. Very. Honestly, Tōdō is the main reason why you know what you do about JPOP.

You make the quick decision to enter the store, simply out of curiosity for what it may hold within its walls. Maybe, you can find something to buy for your boyfriend. As soon as the door slides open, a catchy tune croons out from the speakers scattered throughout the store. You recognize it as one of the top trending JPOP songs at the moment, having heard it numerous times over the radio or in other shops. Your eyes rove over the walls and shelves of the store, unsure of where to start your journey now that you’re inside. There’s simply so much merchandise of various JPOP artists lining every space of the store that you’re a bit overwhelmed at first.

However, once your gaze lands on an idol more than familiar to you, you immediately gravitate towards the section, your feet leading you to the area solely dedicated to your boyfriend’s favorite idol: Takada-chan. You idly peruse the numerous shelves full of her merchandise, looking over what sort of items they carry. A lot of what the store offers are items that your boyfriend already owns, which makes you deflate a bit.

You were excited to see what this store held within once you had gotten a glimpse of its name in hopes that you could buy a little something to surprise your boyfriend with. Not for any sort of special occasion, but you enjoy surprising Tōdō with little things when you could. His reaction whenever you present him with some trinket or snack is one of your favorite things in the world, especially since he’s always so animated. You would think he’s playing it up to boost your ego with how overdramatic he can be, but you know that your boyfriend is simply like that.

You feel nearly defeated, ready to leave the store empty handed until you see something in your peripheral vision that makes you instantly perk up. There’s a plain binder propped open in the midst of a sea of Takada-chan merch, displaying an array of photo-cards of her.

Tōdō already has quite a few of her photo-cards, even carrying one in his wallet alongside a picture of you, but his collection of her photo-cards is small in comparison to the rest of her other merchandise that he's amassed throughout the years. You only hope that you can find a photo-card that he doesn't already have and doesn't break the bank for you.

You carefully flip through the plastic sleeves containing the photo-cards. You'd hate to accidentally damage them in any way. Tōdō was too rough once, too excited at the prospect of purchasing a Takada-chan photo-card, that he accidentally damaged a whole sleeve full of them. The amount he had to pay in damages that day makes you shudder just thinking about it.

Your eyes scan over the photo-cards as you try and recall which photo-cards Tōdō already has in his possession.

He already has this one, already has that one, already has this one too…

Your eyes light up when they land on one that you know he doesn't have yet, and if you're remembering correctly, he mentioned wanting this one as well. You're pretty sure he shoved his phone in your face to show you how another photo-card collector had it in their possession, but wasn't willing to trade or sell it to him no matter how much he flooded their DMs with vague threats. He ended up blocked after that.

You’re even more delighted when you read the little white sticker with the price in the corner of the plastic sleeve and realize the photo-card is well-within your budget for a little gift for your boyfriend. With the utmost caution, you gently slip the photo-card out of its slot from within the binder, cradling it carefully in your palm. Once you’re sure the photo-card is safely in your possession, you lift your head up, craning your neck around as you search for the photo-card holder area of the store.

As soon as you spot it, you make your way over. Presented with so many options, you’re now faced with the difficult decision of what photo-card holder you should buy for Tōdō. He’ll be pleased with anything you get him, but you want him to like what you get him, not because it simply came from me, but because he genuinely likes it. That means you need to find something that you (and Tōdō) will find cute but not overwhelmingly so.

You stand there for awhile, mentally comparing and contrasting photo-card holder versus photo-card holder until you finally decide on one that you think will suffice. You pluck your chosen photo-card holder from where it's hanging on the wall, turning it over and over in your hand, inspecting to make sure it's in perfect condition. It's a soft plastic photo-card holder with black stars of varying sizes covering the front's borders and the entirety of the back. It's simplistic enough, but still cute, meaning that Tōdō will (hopefully) like it.

After making sure once more that the photo-card holder and the photo-card itself are in pristine condition, you make your way over to the cashier, paying once it's your turn to check out and then exiting the store, more than satisfied with your unexpected purchase. Giddiness floods your system as the door to the shop closes behind you. You can't wait to surprise Tōdō.

With your free hand, you dig your phone out of your pocket, opening the messaging app to shoot your boyfriend a quick text, asking if you can swing by his place in an hour. You don't even have a chance to exit out of the application before you receive a response from him.

aoi ♡ : Is that even a question? You're free to come over always.

You huff. Of course your boyfriend would say something like that. If it was up to Tōdō, you would probably never leave his place. You quickly reply back, informing him that it’s polite to ask and that you’ll be over soon before closing the app and slipping your phone back into your pocket. You readjust your grip on the bag containing the goodies for your boyfriend. A small smile graces your lips.

Time for you to make your way to Tōdō’s now.

The commute to Tōdō’s place doesn’t take long, and sooner than you know it, you’re at his front door. You raise a fist to knock, startling when the door swings open right before your fist can make contact. You place a hand over your chest, willing your racing heart to slow before tossing a glare at the offender standing in the doorway.

“Aoi, you scared me half to death!”

“Sorry,” he responds, entirely non-apologetic as a grin spreads across his face. He takes a step towards you, bundling you up in his arms in one easy swoop. You make an undignified sound at the sudden action, but you quickly relax in Tōdō’s hold. The familiar and comforting scent of his cologne infiltrates your senses, and you can’t help but squeeze him a little tighter. “I missed you babe.”

You laugh lightly, pulling away so you can look at Tōdō, who still has a wide grin on his face. “We just saw each other earlier this week, Aoi.”

“And? I can’t miss you when you’re not around?” The corner of his lips pull into a frown, prompting you to playfully roll your eyes.

You sympathetically pat him on the bicep. “Of course you can.”

When you’re met with nothing but an expectant look, you squeeze Tōdō’s bicep and huff in slight amusement. “And I obviously missed you as well. How could I not miss my lovely boyfriend after spending so much time apart?” Your hand glides up from Tōdō’s bicep to gently caress his cheek, which he leans into. Your lips curl into a small smile.

You may be teasing Tōdō, but you did truly miss him as well. The two of you stand there for a bit just enjoying the moment.

“Now, are you going to invite me in or are we going to spend all day out on your doorstep?”

Your words quickly spur Tōdō into action. He grabs the hand resting on his face and entwines it with his own, dragging you inside his place. You stumble a bit (Tōdō sometimes forgets his own strength), but you manage to regain your balance as the door closes behind you both.

Much to Tōdō’s dismay, you let go of his hand to take off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack before sliding on the slippers designated as yours. They’re of a silly pattern, but Tōdō insisted on getting matching pairs, and well. Who are you to deny him?

“What’s in the bag?” Tōdō questions, pointing a finger at the bag in your hand as he follows you into the living room area of his apartment.

You plop down onto the couch, tucking your feet beneath you before patting the cushion right beside you. Tōdō sits down next to you, his thigh pressing against yours and an arm around the back of the couch.

“A surprise,” you simply say.

His eyes light up.

“For me?”

You huff. You consider teasing Tōdō, but you nod, replying “Yes, for you, baby.”

He crowds into your space, nearly squishing you against the arm of the couch. His eyes shine brightly with unbridled excitement. “Can I open it right now?”

You hold the bag up between you. “Go ahead, baby.” Before Tōdō can grab the bag from your hand, you warn him, “It’s nothing too big, so don’t get too excited.”

He rolls his eyes as he takes the bag from you. “I’ll cherish anything you get me no matter how big nor how small it may be.”

“Okay Romeo, go ahead and open your gift then.” You wave your hand, urging him to open the bag. Although you did give Tōdō a warning that you didn’t get him anything too big, you have a strong feeling that he’ll like what you got him.

It doesn’t take Tōdō long to open the bag. As soon as his eyes land on its contents and his brain processes what he’s looking at, he makes a noise that sounds almost like a squeal. His hands are shaking as he carefully takes out the Takada-chan photo-card and the accompanying photo-card holder out of the bag. The plastic bag drifts to the floor, now forgotten.

When Tōdō finally tears his eyes away from the photo-card that he’s cradling oh so gently to look at you, his eyes are shiny with wetness. His lower lip wobbles.

“Babe, have I told you that I love you and that you’re the best partner a man could ever ask for?”

You smile, reaching out to place a hand around the back of Tōdō’s neck. “I’m glad you like your little gift, Aoi.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “Babe, I love it. Are you kidding me? I’ve been trying to trade or buy this photo-card for so long now. I can’t believe you found it.”

Tōdō carefully places the photo-card and the photo-card holder you’ve bought for him on the table in front of the couch before turning back towards you to engulf you in a tight hug. You yelp as you're suddenly pushed back onto the couch. Your hands cling to Tōdō's shoulders as he slides a hand behind your head to make sure you don't bump it against the arm of the couch.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeats over and over, littering kisses wherever he can on your bare skin. He presses his lips to your neck in chaste kisses before moving onto your face, kissing your forehead, nose, and cheeks over and over before he finally presses a kiss to your lips.

"Thanks, babe." He says once more, pressing another kiss to your lips. You slide your arms from his shoulders to wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Tōdō bends to your will, but is careful to not crush you beneath his weight.

You lean up to kiss him this time, and he chases your lips when you pull away, making you giggle lightly.

"Anything for you, Aoi," you softly say. You're sure that you have a terribly lovesick expression on your face, but Tōdō isn't faring much better. A small smile tugs at your lips.

You'll gladly buy Tōdō little gifts for the rest of your lives if it means you'll get a reaction like this from him every time.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #todo x reader #todo aoi x reader #toudou x reader #toudou aoi x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #from.jujutsu kaisen #new.mail #love.todo aoi

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Everything pt3

PJO Show Ares x Child!Reader (no gender specified)

Word count: 6999 (I made a few word changes at the last minute so this is inaccurate. Rip)

Summary: Everything pt1 and 2 from Ares perspective

Warnings: Sad shit. Ares threatening to murder Athena’s owl so animal cruelty? OOC Ares but this is not y'all first rodeo. Possible OOC Athena but who isn’t a little shit to their sibling? (The way that most of the gifs of him on here are him beating on Percy-)

You wanna know how to keep your sanity somewhat intact as a god?

Don't worry about your children.

Gods are immortal. Their children? Not so much. If the gods watched over all their kids and were as involved as people wanted them to be, that meant everytime one of them died, they'd be torn up. Gods had too many kids. The grief would never end.

That's how Ares saw it at least. Plus, that's how Zeus had it. You couldn't be too involved, and Ares didn't complain. Hating your kids was so much easier than openly loving them. Sure, he would watch his kids from a distance sometimes but there were gods like Hermes who thought about his kids every single day. One specific child tore him up from the inside. If anyone ever mentioned Luke Castellan, his face would go all solemn and he'd make some excuse to leave.

That's what happened when you cared about one child. Imagine how it would be if the gods cared about all their kids this way. Endless torment.

The brain was a funny thing though. You could try not to think about something, and it'd pop in your head anyway. Sometimes, you just did things because your brain was used to it. Like a morning routine. You don't think about everything you're doing when you're getting ready for the day, you just do it because that's what your brain is used to. Sometimes you'd look somewhere and be flooded with emotions linked to certain memories. The brain was very interesting.

Ares didn't mean to stumble upon one of his kids. It just happened. Went back to that brain thing. Ares only meant to have a nice late night drive in the rain, no real destination in mind. That was his mistake. If he had a destination in mind, he wouldn't have been on autopilot and drove down a street that was linked with multiple emotions and memories.

Memories of a woman he shared laughs with. Memories of a woman he'd hold hands with and take on various bike rides and walks. Memories of a woman he called beautiful and loving on multiple occasions. Memories of a woman that had one of his children and looked as happy as could be when she held them.

There were other memories though.

Memories of a woman he watched turn bitter and cold towards him. He was gone too often and they both knew she wouldn't be the last person he was with. There were memories of them fighting, of her telling him that he left her with a curse she couldn't get rid of. And Ares watched from afar as all the anger she had towards him was targeted at his child because they were within reach.

He gritted his teeth as he thought about it, and he was planning on turning around, but he decided not to when he saw the figure sitting on the ground. He didn't have to be close to know it was you. You sat outside a lot, and he assumed it was because your house was too loud at times. Plus, you had a specific hoodie you got as a gift in middle school and you kept it ever since. Pros of getting a gift way too big for you.

His mind screamed at him. “Do not go any closer! Just mind your business and turn around! Now!”

He didn't stop his bike as he was thinking, and the view of you and what he assumed was gonna be your poor excuse of an offering came closer and closer into view. A fruit roll up? He probably would've ignored you if he wasn't so close.

“Tough night” he said once he was in front of you. Your confusion was clear. You hadn't technically made an offering, so you weren't expecting him to appear. “You were going to”.

You asked why he was here and he responded a little more sarcastic than he meant to, but oh well. Wouldn't matter. He'd take you back to camp, forget this conversation, then that'd be it.

“Why don't you like me?”

The question caught him off guard. It was sudden and came out of nowhere. He hasn't told you or any of his kids he didn't like them, so where the hell did you hear that?

Then you explained, and the conversation kept getting more heated.

Anyone would expect for him to love arguments and usually, he did. This one though, he didn't. The more points you kept bringing up, the more he'd try to deflect and move on, and then you'd bring up even more points. You didn't accept him saying he didn't have to explain anything to you, and he hated it. Any other kid wouldn't dare talk to their parent this way, so why did he have to get the difficult one?

You made another good point about how his eyes shouldn't wander when he has Aphrodite and that calm facade slipped for a moment. Not because he didn't want you speaking about her, but because you were right and he had no actual answers for you. He should be satisfied with Aphrodite, and he was. But he was also a god and sleeping with mortals was part of the gig. They never really thought about what happened after. They weren't supposed to.

“I didn't choose to be abandoned by my father and be stuck with a dysfunctional family for the rest of my life. You should be angry at that, not me mentioning Aphrodite. You should be enraged at the thought of anyone putting their hands on me and your hands should be covered in their blood! That is how it should be”.

“Believe it or not, the gods aren't too keen on the idea of killing mortals”

But he wanted to. You had no idea how hard it was to watch one of your children be stuck in a situation you wanted to save them from but couldn't.

Couldn't.

Ares hated that word. As a god, he should've been allowed to do whatever he wanted. “Couldn't” shouldn’t be in his vocabulary, but rules put it there. You had no idea about all he had done to keep those types of men away from you. Did you honestly believe he “broke his wrist at work”? He worked at a fast food place. What were the chances?

He tried. The guy was just persistent. When he eventually gave up, your mom married another guy like him, just in a different font and had kids almost immediately with him. Like the last guy, this one was also persistent. There was only so much Ares could get away with before it'd cause a bigger problem, but he tried to make your life better from afar.

He wanted to beat himself over the head. Why was he so frustrated with himself? The whole point of telling yourself and others that you hated kids, including your own, is that eventually you'd believe it. It was supposed to stay that way. He should've just said “I tried. Get over it”. Why did he wanna try harder? Why did he have this weird ache? Why did the rain suddenly hit him harder and the air smell so bitter?

“None of us asked for this. You all just decide to create and leave us. And you hating the people you created is… I don't know. And it's so stupid that I've spent years of my life trying to get you to be proud of me, only for it to be impossible!”.

That wasn't true at all. Him not being proud of you? He wasn't supposed to have a favorite, but in the back of his mind he knew his favorite was you. He didn't give gifts to just any of his kids, it was for a reason. It was a small hint that he was watching and liked what he saw. He watched how you carried yourself in battle. You didn't just run in angrily, no. You understood battle. You understood your opponent. You actually looked into wars and you and a few of his other children would try to spot where his influence was. He'd be pretty stupid not to have you as a favorite.

But you couldn't hear that. If he said any of that out loud, that'd make it real. If he said all of that out loud, his facade would crack and that's something he couldn't let happen. So he defended himself instead. “I claimed you didn't I?”.

He didn't expect what happened next.

Firstly, he didn't expect that you'd start to actually yell at him. Only fools who didn't care about their lives did that. Secondly, he didn't expect that ache he felt to get worse with every little thing you said. Especially the last part.

“... If you asked me to extinguish the sun, I'd find a way to because to me… to me you were everything. You are everything”.

The facade slipped from his face for a second. How couldn't it? You looked so beaten down and broken, and not because you were in a fight. He would've preferred that. If you had just finished a quest and you looked badly beaten with bruises everywhere, he would've felt better than he did now. At least then he wouldn't feel so guilty. Guilt was another feeling he hated. It meant he did something or made a mistake and he had a reason to feel guilty. Feeling guilty meant he cared enough about you and regretted what he done. It meant the lies he told himself for years weren't satisfying him anymore. It meant he had a problem.

He tried to tune out the rest of the interaction. He heard your comment about being a burden, and your crying, then your realization that you had yelled at a god, and your comment about him cursing you, but he tried not to focus on any of it. All he did was throw a pouch of drachmas on your lap and watch you suspiciously open it. If you didn't want a ride from him back to camp, you could at least call for another. He could've just tossed you one, but you didn't have any on you. He figured you needed it more than him.

“You're leaving?” You asked.

“I have a busy schedule”. It wasn't necessarily a lie. He had a particular house call he had to make, so technically he had something on his schedule. Besides that though, he knew he had to leave.

The thing about being away from your kids, is that it makes hating them easier. As twisted as it sounds, they're not there to defend themselves. It's easier to put walls up when there's not someone in front of you knocking them down over and over again.

Then you did another thing that weirdly hurt. You didn't call him dad.

What was wrong with him? Must've been just an off day. That's all it was, right?

“Yeah” he accidentally replied to himself out loud before he sped off.

Just an off day.

You wanna know another way to keep your sanity intact as a god?

Don't have an off day.

Why? Because being around gods is like being around elementary school bullies. The gods still hadn't let Ares live down that day when him and Aphrodite got trapped by Hephaestus. Almost every single meeting they'd had, someone made a sly joke. Do you know how annoying it is to hear “I heard you're good at… NETworking” multiple times a year? You'd help Kronos escape too!

Gods notice when you have off days. They also dabble in business that had nothing to do with them.

When Ares noticed he was missing offerings from a particular child, he must've seemed off. You know who smelled it on him? Athena.

Ms “look at my owl! I'm so smart! Dad loves me more! Hahahaha I'm just so much better at war!”. Couldn't Kronos strangle her first?

“Ares, brother of mine, you seem so distracted”. Shielding her nosiness as concern. Of course.

“I was taking in the view until you ruined it”. She smiled, but it wasn't a smile of joy. It wasn't a smile of bitterness and anger either. It was the kind of smile someone gave you before they dealt a crushing blow. Sinister almost.

But sure, she was totally the better and nicer god. Yeah, ok.

“Olympus certainly is beautiful. I'm surprised a brute can comprehend something as ‘beautiful’ and 'take in a view’ ”.

He couldn't help but think to himself “this is the person people prefer?”. At least he was openly mean. Athena was like one of those mean girl characters in movies Aphrodite made him watch. Real snarky but hid it well.

“You can't turn me into a spider, so I'll just say it; you're a real bitch and one day I'm gonna kill that disgusting owl of yours”

“You'll do no such thing!”. Threatening an owl made her angry? But if he called her pathetic then it's “Ares be nice to your sister!”.

“Anger over an owl? You're pathetic-”

“Ares!” Hermes seemed to shout from out of nowhere “be nice to Athena!”

See?

He couldn't even throw something at Hermes because he was there one second and gone the next.

Athena chuckled. “The smell up here is heavenly too. I can smell the offerings my children give me so well up here-”

“What do you want?” he asked, tired of this game already. “Get to it and make it fast. I don't like you”.

“Hmm, you know who does like me? A particular child of yours”. She didn't need to say your name for him to know who she meant, but she did it anyway.

“I don't care” he lied. It should've been the truth, but the memories of your last talk coming back and the fact that you chose her out of all the gods to switch over to pissed him off more than he liked to admit. “I have other kids”.

“But each child is special, aren't they? There's only one of them”.

“I don't care about any of them”.

“Then you shouldn't care about what I'm about to say next; it's not just me. I asked around and I guess your child prefers others. Such a sad time. Speaking of other gods, did you know Poseidon got an offering from them recently? Poseidon, father of the child that beat you in combat, well they'll be watching over that child that beat you in combat. Maybe they'll even visit that beach where-”

“It was one time and his dad helped him!”

“Whatever you say”. Ares had to remind himself that destroying another god wouldn't look good for him. That owl though? He was gonna poke a hole through it.

“I couldn't imagine any of my children doing that. Must put a lot on your mind” she patted his shoulder then walked away.

You gave offerings that belonged to him, to other gods. Worse of all, Athena. Then you decided to watch over Percy Jackson of all people? Really proved you were his. You knew how to hit people and make them feel it. It was just unfortunate it was happening to him.

He didn't care. That's what he told himself. He was just being nosey. Hermes did it all the time, why couldn't he?

He didn't think about your last conversation and ever since then he'd been watching over his kids more.

He didn't care about one child not giving him his offerings.

He wasn't seeing what the hell was going on being he cared. Absolutely not. He was just bored and nosey. That's all it was.

Ok so Ares had made a little oopsie.

After your talk, Ares made a little house call and things got out of hand and some hospital visits had to be made. Whoops?

Because of that, your mom and step dad needed no convincing when you asked for legal documents so Sally could take you in.

Well fuck. There went that obstacle.

And because he absolutely did not care and was only a bit nosey… he kept watching over you.

He kept debating with himself. On one hand, he shouldn't have cared. Sure, he was missing offerings from one person but it was only one person. On the other hand, the fact that you kept making offerings to Poseidon, and he even gave you a gift, rubbed him the wrong way. Offerings, gifts, staying with that mortal woman and his son, going to school near each other, it's like you were changing families. Not only did that damage his pride as a god, but it also twisted a knife inside him that he didn't know how to get out.

One day though, Ares got tired of it. He was a god and if he wanted you to cut this shit out, then he'd just force you to. All these emotions were making him weaker than he was, and he was tired of it. You weren't Poseidon's child, you were his. Simple as that. You just needed a reminder.

Slight problem. You and that Jackson boy were idiots.

For reasons unknown to him, neither of you thought “hey, wouldn't two demigods attract a lot of monsters?”. So a big chunk of the time he was watching over you, he was killing monsters. You may have thought you were killing lots of monsters when you snuck over to Jackson's school, but he did a lot more work than you. Behind the schools, outside the apartment building, in between alleyways, everywhere. If he was anyone else, he wouldn't have been having as much fun as he was having.

Fun had a limit though. He'd think about Poseidon and Percy and your last talk and that “fun” would become “annoyance”. Right now, the annoyance was higher than the fun bar.

He was approaching the mall you worked at, and let out a deep sigh when he got closer. He was sure to mortals, it looked like a group of women were standing around and talking about whatever older women talked about. To him though, and anyone else that could see through the mist, the view was more sinister.

Harpies. Not just one. Not two. Not even three. He didn't count them individually, but if he had to guess, there were at least ten. At least.

Ten harpies. One demigod.

One demigod that happened to be his child.

All of that equaled one very pissed off god.

The battle was short. The smart harpies flew away when they smelled him. The stupid ones were ripped limb from limb, beheaded and had holes put in them.

Afterwards, he had a pep in his step. If there were at least ten outside, he could only imagine some made their way inside.

By the time he found you, you had just stabbed your sword through a harpy’s throat. You pulled it out just as another harpy flew in the air.

“MY SISTER!”, it shrieked. You looked up at it, no sense of fear in your body language.

“You want more from the Child of Ares?! I have plenty to give!”. A sense of pride shot through him.

You wouldn't get it unless you were him. He was the god of war for fucks sake, so not only was he watching a child of his in battle, but that same child used his name as a battle call. Sure, armies used to all the time, but it felt different when it was your kid. Once again, you wouldn't understand unless you were him.

Unfortunately though, the fight was cut short. The harpy saw him and stopped, “L-L-Lord Ares. I-”. He didn't waste any time. He grabbed you and threw you at it, and watched as your sword lodged into the harpy and the wall.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Saving your life”.

Your face turned sour and he couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe you didn't know, but you looked the farthest from pleased. If he had to guess, you were probably thinking something like “I had everything 100% under control”. His children tended to have prides as big as Olympus itself.

“Are you gonna catch me?” You asked.

“What for?”

“Because you threw me all the way to the fifth floor and it’d be nice not to break something”

“You need me to warm up milk up for you too?”. Ares made smart ass remarks, and he expected you to make one back. Instead, you firmly planted your feet against the wall and pushed, and like a reflex he moved his arms so he could catch you.

Ares couldn't remember the last time he held you. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he ever held you. He wasn't sure he held any of his kids. He used to. Time was hard to keep track of when you were immortal, but he remembers a time, maybe a hundred years ago, when he used to be present for his kids. Before rules were made and “couldn't” slipped its way into his vocabulary. He used to see his kids all the time. He'd actually keep track, help them on their journey and watch over them. When they died, he'd truly mourn them.

Then rules were in place and now he kept his distance. When they died, did it hurt? Sure. Not as much as it used to though. A pro in a boatload of cons.

When you slipped out of his hands, he noticed a few things. You were a few inches taller, and your hair had grown out. Such small things. Anyone else wouldn't notice, but because of his absence, he always noticed small things like that. He used to think “ok, whatever”. But now, he felt an aura of sadness. You, and the rest of his children, were getting older and he was never really there.

He missed when he was just annoyed or angry when he saw his kids. Anger was way better than sadness.

“I thought you're not allowed to interfere” you said, and he raised a brow. He thought it was real ironic that suddenly you cared for rules as if you hadn't been breaking them.

“Are you gonna tell on me?”

“If you hadn't caught me”

“And now?”

“My lips are sealed”. He wasn't really bothered about you telling. Zeus would get over it, and you only knew about one fight. Not the others.

He could've walked away and left it at that, but he didn't want to. Your words from last time kept ringing in his ears.

“... If you asked me to extinguish the sun, I'd find a way to because to me… to me you were everything. You are everything”.

He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Maybe it was because you were the only child of his that actually voiced how you felt. You made him feel guilty and that small amount of guilt cracked the walls and foundation he worked so hard to build mentally.

Another thought crossed his mind. He didn't want this conversation to stop now. The gods were on borrowed time. Who knew when Zeus would get a bit nosey and he'd be forced to go? He craved what used to be normal hundreds of years ago, and even though it probably wouldn't be that way again, he could pretend for the time being.

“You have money on you?”

“Uh, yeah”

“You're paying for dinner. Let's go”. You owed him offerings anyway.

“I can't” you said after you grabbed his arm.

“Can't?”

“Yeah. I can't. My uh… my ride. Mom. She's coming to get me. You don't want mom knowing you're in town, right?”. Sneaky asshole. If he hadn't been watching, and if you hadn't paused so much, he would've believed you.

He looked you up and down, debating on if he should pop your bubble now.

“Just tax them another burger” he thought and didn't mention he already knew you were staying with Jackson and his mom. Instead, he told you the name of a diner nearby and to be there by noon tomorrow. There was no sneaking your way out of this one.

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Ares wouldn't say he was nervous. It just felt different. Not in a bad way either, which was alarming him. He enjoyed being around one of his kids, even though he was occupied with the Twitter war he started about vaccinations.

You looked at him from across the table with a furrowed brow, and that's when he finally addressed you and told you what he was doing.

He didn't know if you noticed this, but you made a little sound. Like you were beginning to scream but didn't. He looked up at you and you looked laser focused. Were you… were you screaming in your head? Alright. Maybe it was time to put the phone down before you popped a blood vessel.

“You're probably wondering why I've called you here”

You squinted, “I'm wondering why I'm paying”

“Ask me”

“You know I wanna know though so why am I asking?”. He didn't respond. He just stared at you and tapped his foot on the floor loudly. He hoped it annoyed you as much as your smart mouth annoyed him. Maybe this was how parental relationships were supposed to feel though. It'd been so long.

“Ares, the amazing God of War. The Protector of Mistreated Women. Wearer of biker jackets. I come before you as your humble child, begging thee to tell me what required my summons and why you were at the mall last night. Please please please tell me. I'll fall over and die if you don't”. Chiron was doing a terrible job when it came to teaching you manners and if you were anyone else, he would've gotten angry. Instead, he was mildly annoyed.

He motioned towards the platter of burgers and fries, “this is your thank you. This is your offering to me since you haven't been doing that”.

There it was. You visibly tensed now that you were caught.

“You noticed?”

“I did. You demigods think you’re so smart. You have these big egos and think you’re ahead of us. You gave your offerings to Athena and Poseidon of all people” saying it out loud left a bitter taste in his mouth and he got angry again. Poseidon and Athena? Two gods that wouldn't have saved you from that mall incident. Two gods that didn't even try. In all the incidents you've had so far, it's been him trailing behind you and keeping you safe! “And then you stay with that fish boy and his mom. Yeah. I saw that too. And I save your life and you don’t seem the least bit grateful”.

“Yeah dad, I’m super grateful my life consists of monsters trying to eat me and a dad I only see once in a blue moon. Totally grateful”.

“We can’t interfere” he tried to defend his actions again.

“Didn’t stop you last night”

He tsked, “I don’t get you. You complain about my absence then you complain when I’m here when I could be doing anything else!”. Ares kept putting his foot in his mouth. He was so bad at this, it was insane. Ares was never one to coddle his children, but he used to be able to be strict and stern without hurting someone's feelings… majority of the time. Sometimes things are said, but he didn't used to be this bad at it. What he should've done was apologize, but apologizing was never something he was good at. And if he apologized, he'd have to admit he was wrong and promise to do better, and he wasn't sure he could or that he even wanted to.

“Then go do those things. I’m not holding your hand and making you stay! And this isn’t about us and you know it. This is about you. This is about your ego being hurt. You don’t care about my safety. You didn’t go to the mall to protect me. You just love a fight and you were probably disappointed you couldn’t do more”. The scowl you had was so familiar, it was almost creepy. You weren't 100% his twin by any means. You had your own facial features, but dammit, anyone could tell by the scowl alone that you were his. It made that knife he couldn't get out twist a little more.

You were so wrong. Sure, he was at the mall planning to set you straight but he genuinely did care about your safety. You had no idea how many monsters he killed or scared away that were tracking you down, and you had no idea about the other harpies outside the mall. The fact that you thought he didn't care about you at all, hurt him more than he ever wanted to admit.

“That's what you think?” he asked. A tinge of anger in him, but mainly regret and sorrow.

“That's what I know. And I didn’t need your help. I was just fine. The only thing you would’ve missed if I somehow died was your little offerings. I don’t matter to you. Just admit it so we can move on” he wanted to tell you how wrong you were, but you beat him to the punch. “And for your information Percy and Sally are very nice people. They feel more like family than you do”.

The knife kept twisting.

He wanted to share the blame. He wanted to find a way to blame you, or his other kids, or Zeus, but he knew he couldn't. Zeus was a problem. No point in denying that. But Ares could've always tried, and he didn't. He allowed himself to lie to himself over and over again about how he felt about his kids, and now it felt like you were slipping through his fingers and he wasn't strong enough to hold on. He wasn't fast enough to grab you.

It got silent. He didn't know what to say. Ares hardly ever felt powerless, but that's exactly what he felt in this moment. Completely and utterly powerless.

“Have you heard the song American Pie? Yes, it’s somewhat important to what I have to say. Yes or no only please”. He didn't need a mirror to know he looked unamused. What did a random song have to do with anything?

“I don't know. Maybe? Who cares?”.

“There’s a line in the song that says this’ll be the day that I die. And for whatever reason it made me think about what I’d do if I were dying. If I woke up one day and I knew I was gonna die that day, what would I do? You wanna know what I realized?”. He leaned back in his chair. He had no idea where you were going with this but he might as well hear you out. “Shoot”.

“I realized-” your voice wobbled and he did his best to not reveal how much it hurt to hear. “I realized I'd spend every second trying to make you love me”.

The room stilled for him. Everything seemed to pause and he was left in a silent room. Everything was silent, except for his own heartbeat which thumped in his chest in an increasingly slow rhythm.

If Ares was asked to describe how much those words tore him apart, he'd be at a loss for words. It was a feeling you'd only understand if you were a parent, and it was a feeling you'd hope you'd never feel. It was words you hoped you'd never hear. What was worse is that he only had himself to blame. Ares spent years lying to himself about how he felt. It became natural and sometimes he'd lie about things he didn't have to just because lying felt normal. It didn't feel that way anymore. It felt… he didn't know how to describe it. Each lie he's ever told in his life felt like it was being shot back at him at point blank range. He kept feeling various holes being shot in him and he had no idea how to cover them back up.

When you started blinking, which was an obvious attempt to not cry and said “And I uh… I don’t wanna be that way anymore. And selfishly I hope that scares you” that knife kept twisting.

“Gods don't feel fear” he lied. Gods felt fear. They were just better at hiding it.

“Well whatever you wanna call it I hope you feel it. I hope -and I’m gonna keep calling it fear- I hope you feel afraid for what that means for us”. How defeated you looked filled his head with memories he wanted to keep buried. It reminded him of when he found you on that rainy night. It reminded him of when you started leaving cracks on his mental fortress.

“Allow me to humor you for a bit” all the sarcasm and hostility slipped from his voice now. He had a question but he wasn't sure he wanted the answer. “Why would you not wanting to spend your last day with me scare me?”

You gave him an answer and if he could go back, he wouldn't have asked at all.

Ares knew that his kids wanted to bring honor to his name, and as demigods, it was kinda their job. With that being said, he still felt something he hadn't felt in a long time.

Grief.

Grief because your relationship was ending before it actually began. Hearing that you were intrigued by him before, and when you were claimed you read every story with him in it, only for all that excitement to be crushed… he wouldn't even wish this feeling on Athena, and on more days than not, he wanted to strangle her. It's a feeling you only wish on your worst enemies.

“... And I hope the idea of me calling you Ares instead of dad terrifies you…”.

It did. He never thought it would, but it did. Ares made many claims, like gods not dreaming or feeling fear but it was all false. Right now, he had a dream. A dream that this feeling would roll off him and he could go back to being how he was before. His fear was that that wouldn't be possible anymore. You cracked him. You broke his walls down but he was too late to welcome you in. He was too late to welcome any of his kids in.

Everytime he tried to blame Zeus for his stupid rule, or Poseidon for welcoming you in before he did, it never stuck. He could only do so much blaming before he had to wake up and realize he wasn't fully innocent. None of the gods were perfect but some tried a lot harder than others. Why didn't he do that instead of convincing himself he didn't care for his kids?

“... and if you hate me I am begging you to have mercy and leave me be. No visiting. I won’t come to see you when we do that little field trip either. I’ll stay at camp or I’ll go bother another god. Hermes is really nice. And if I break my end of the deal you can do whatever you want to me. Turn me into an ant, rearrange my fingers, throw me down a flight of stairs at full force, whatever”.

He didn't hate you. He understood that a little too late. All of his kids thought the same? He understood why, but fuck. He missed when he was just angry. He missed how he was before he stopped to check on you that night.

“You think, but you don't know anything” he managed to get out. Ares wasn't the type to cry, but his mind was going so fast and it was hard to slow it down. Each word that came out of your mouth twisted a knife inside of him more and more, and the injury was so severe, he could genuinely feel it.

“Then tell me what I don't know”.

Should he? Should he say anything? Should he tell you that he was sorry and he wanted to make things right, for not only you but for all of his children? Should he comfort you? Should he admit he was wrong? Should he go back to having a personal relationship with his children? Should he go back to fully mourning them when they passed?

No.

What good would it do? Would he end up like Hermes? Paralyzed with grief for a son that wasn't even dead yet? Would him changing even mean anything anymore? He tried to be better, then what? He didn't even know how. He'd string his children along, making them believe it'd be better, then he'd be reminded of their impending deaths or the fact that gods couldn't be too close without there being a problem. Then he'd stop. Then his kids would push away harder. Then he'd be Ares, donor to many but father to none.

“Sally's been waiting outside so…”

Wouldn't it be better this way? Let his favorite go and move on? Let the child that tore down his walls go and work on building them back up? Go back to being the Ares people expected?

“Yeah” he answered himself out loud. He let out a breath as he felt another twist inside him. “You want this?” he asked.

“No” you said instantly. That voice wobble again… he was so much happier when people were angry with him. Anger he could take and give out, but he couldn't remember the last time someone was disappointed in him and he couldn't remember the last time he broke someone down without trying. “No I don’t but this just seems like the best thing to do”. He didn’t argue with you even if he wanted to.

Your hand went to reach inside your pocket for money but then he spoke again “keep it”.

Money was the last thing on his mind.

“It’s no problem-”.

“Just keep it”.

You nodded.

It fell silent for a moment. He could've just left, but he stayed seated. Ares from a couple years ago would probably feel lively and free, but Ares today? He felt like something was crushing him and that was hard to do.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Another one?” he responded lifelessly. Pretending to be unaffected was exhausting, and he was beginning to feel the effects.

“It's not a favor if you don't wanna see me either”. He didn't respond. He didn't feel like lying anymore. “Can we do that thing mortals do? You know, when they hug and say they love each other before they go their own way? Or maybe just the ‘I love you’ part”.

He stared at you as he debated on what to do. One on hand he knew if he did as you asked, it'd be harder to let you go. On the other hand, a war was brewing and if you fell in battle, he knew he'd have forever to live with the regret of not hugging you.

So he stood up.

You stood up.

It's strange how something Ares hadn't done in years could feel so right. Like this was how it was always meant to be. Like he was always supposed to be the type of father that was so present, that his kids would hug him regularly.

He felt warm. He didn't know how else to describe it. He was just warm. Imagine it's a freezing cold day and you're walking home from school. You walk and walk, trying to ignore how numb your hands feel and the cold nipping at your nose. The cold is terrible, but you remember you left the heat on and that idea alone warms your body and keeps you moving. That's how he felt as he held you.

“I love you dad”. It was natural. He wished he heard it more often.

Go back to the scenario from before.

You get home, so excited about the heat, only to find out the heat is off. Maybe you turned it off and forgot. Maybe someone in your house did. Either way, it was off and the inside of your house is just as bad as outside. The cold feeling seems to get worse now that the warmth of hope is gone. That's how he felt when he said “I love you too”.

He meant it, but that warmth faded when reality hit. This was it. There would be no more talks like this. This was only the second time and your talks never went the best, but he still valued them. Maybe he was wrong to have favorites and maybe he was wrong to feel so hurt when he caused this but he was in agony anyway.

When the two of you pulled away and you left, the knife twisted one final time then cut straight through him. He watched as you left for a moment before he looked away and sat back down, the emptiness becoming loud.

You wanna know how to keep your sanity intact as a god?

Don't care about your children.

Don't care about anything.

Stay detached. Stay far away. Stay to yourself and a few other gods you can tolerate. Don't think about your children. Put your walls up and don't ever let them down.

Stay angry. Don't feel sorrow or sadness. You'll live forever and the chances of that grief getting better are slim. Stay angry because at least you'll look intimidating instead of weak. Let people make their assumptions.

Just. Don’t. Care.

But as Ares looked to the side, towards an empty booth with a window that perfectly showed you sobbing in Jackson's car, and your seemingly new family being there for you… he wasn't sure he could do that anymore.

Y’all I swear they will have a happy ending… just not right now. But before y’all beat my ass, y’all knew damn well this part had no chance of being happy. The happiness is coming! I swear! I think I got everyone on the taglist.

Taglist: @kyuupidwrites @chadmeeksmartinswifey @lebguardians @beansficreblogs @itzjustj-1000 @white-wolf-buckaroo @elsisenta @leathesimp @marshymallo

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lowkeyrobin · 4 months ago

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can you please do a demetri x fem reader?? reader has like the biggest crush on him, shes nerdy like him and has the courage of asking him out :3

oo okay! ; one little thing, I do only write gn/ they/them readers so everyone can enjoy and everyone feels included! gender wasn't mentioned practically at all but yk 🙏 ; but thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy! ; also I kept this short and sweet cause I rlly couldn't drag it out much lol

DEMETRI ALEXOPOULOS ; nerds

summary ; you've had a crush on demetri for a long time, and you finally gain the courage to ask him out

warnings ; language

word count ; 619

masterlist

You haven't known Demetri for that long, but after being introduced by Sam and Miguel, you'd come to like him, a lot. You were both nerds, finding peace in niche fantasy comics and superhero movies. He'd often make references and come over to your house to watch a new movie or the latest release in a comic series you were reading.

But he'd never taken the hints, ever.

You tried making advances a trillion times, your friends would often joke about you or stick you together. You didn't do karate like them, but sometimes you wish you did because maybe, just maybe, he'd look at you. Maybe you'd be able to impress him enough to see the potential you held in a relationship, if that even made sense.

But, after the fall of Cobra Kai and Kreese and Silver, you'd had some months to kind of tune into karate, see what they did, help them out with little favors. You had nothing better to do, so why not just help them out and maybe make new friends?

That's where Tory came in.

You'd ranted on and on to her and Robby about how much you liked Demetri and how you wished he'd just see the signs. They promised to help you with him, and they held themselves to their word.

You were at the county fair, accompanying Demetri, Tory, Robby, and Devon.

The moon was shining, the neon lights illuminating your path to the ferris wheel.

Robby and Tory whisper as you, Demetri, and Devon follow. Tory turns around as you enter the line, a look of realization on her face.

"How do you guys wanna do groups? Only two people can ride in a cart, and there's five of us." The blonde speaks

"I can go alone," Devon replies rather quickly, "You two should be together," She refers to Tory and Robby. "I'd rather go alone, I like sitting right in the middle," She shrugs, trying to write off the fact she was also in on trying to get you and Demetri together.

"Oh, uh, okay" Demetri shrugs

Tory and Robby nod, and as you realize they're staring at you to do the same, you do.

After a long wait, you hop into the cart with Demetri, awkwardly awaiting for the ride to properly begin. He takes notice of your awkwardness, unable to talk or start conversation, finding it a little confusing. He writes it out as you're probably just tired and hungry.

"So, did you see that new episode of The Mandalorian?" He asks

You shake your head. "Not yet"

You're both silent until you reach the top, your eyes gazing upon the whole lit up fairground.

"Wow, isn't that cool?"

You nod, deciding to just get it over with because you'll be able to escape within the next two minutes. You look back at Tory and Robby, nodding their heads, giving you a thumbs up.

"Demetri, I have something to tell you,"

He looks at you, a bit of worry on his face. "What's up?"

"I like you."

You felt like the whole world was crumbling beneath you, your heart dropping as you spoke. You scan his face, waiting for something, anything. Rejection would've been better than this silence.

In an act you weren't expecting, he places his hands on your cheeks and quickly kisses you, the audible cheers of Tory and Robby behind you like the music to your slow dance. Devon looks up on the curve, also seeing your lips smashed together. She smiles, leaning back in the cart as she takes in the faltering view.

"Y/n and Demetri just kissed!" Tory shouts down to Devon while your faces heat up.

"I saw!"

#lowkeyrobin #gn reader #gender neutral reader #they/them reader #demetri alexopoulos x reader #demetri alexopoulos #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai #nerd! reader

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witchthewriter · 8 months ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP/ISFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Scorpio Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You know when you meet someone, and you don't have to force your personality to fit into some kind of shape?

・That's what happened with you and Ruhn

・Ever since you met, there was a spark. You were both curious about each other.

・You were drawn into the way he looked. Not many fae tattooed themselves from nearly head to toe, or had so many piercings

・It made your heart beat faster and faster

・You knew you were attracted to him

・And he made you laugh within minutes

・But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction

・So, the one thing that has stayed throughout your relationship is the goddamn bickering. Which really is just another form of banter.

・This has caused a lot of angst between the two of you.

・But you both knew it was pure play. Flirting. Humour. Banter.

・Everything changed when you had a panic attack in front of him. You were so embarrassed. But the way he held you, cupping your face, moving your hair behind your ears, wiping away the tears.

・His purple eyes bore into your own and you felt instantly calmer.

・From that day on you thanked The Maker. Because staring into his eyes - something clicked. Like a piece was perfectly placed; one you never knew you were missing.

・Making you blush is one of his favourite hobbies. Seeing you duck your head, cover your face or roll your eyes makes his day.

・Very protective; is able to stop himself from taking a swing at the asshole. He's more of a rip him to shreds verbally and then wrap an arm around your shoulder and walk away.

・But don't think he won't get physical over you. Because Ruhn definitely will.

・Would rather take your last name when you get married - his holds too many bad memories

・He knows his smirk makes you weak in the knees but when you brush over his bare skin, he nearly gets on his own knees to worship you

・Would walk to the ends of the earth to find you. There's nothing Ruhn would not do for you. Kill, maim, avenge, even die for you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Tough on the Outside, Soft on the Inside (Ruhn) x The Top (You)

Overly arrogant, flirty (Ruhn) x Pretends To Be Unfazed, But Is Dying On The Inside (You)

“Shut Up” x “Make Me”

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Fire In The Water by Feist

Blood Moon by John Lunn & Eivor

The Lure by The Weeknd

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

・Every time with him is hot and heavy; it's hard to breathe when you're both in the mood. It's as if the world doesn't exist and all you can do is be in one another's arms

・You're both as dominant as each other, but when you tease him, gods help you. He'll have you bent over any flat surface, taking you from behind.

・Definitely an ass slapper.

・Growls in your ear both in the bedroom and in public

・Something turns primal in him whenever he's with you. Sometimes it feels like he's a hairs breath away from completely ravishing you

・Ruhn is definitely one to keep a naughty polaroid of you

・At times you think you're both insatiable; no matter how many times either of you cum, nothing is good enough.

・As Mates it's easy to explain. Your souls were made for one another, and so is your biology. Therefore, you both have high fucking sex drives.

・You're obsessed with Ruhn's hands and he knows it. Large, veiny and usually with a few rings. He rests his hand on your thigh, and will slowly move it closer and closer to your core - no matter who is around

・His cock is 8 inches when hard, veined, 3cm in girth. Circumcised; when he's horny the tip is a dark weepy red and when after orgasm it's slightly darker.

・As much as he can be serious and passionate, Ruhn also loves when you two can be silly while having sex. Talking about your day, or laughing when you two almost fall off the bed.

・The first time you had sex, Ruhn didn't last as long as he usually does. He was a whiny, whimpering mess, head in the crook of your neck, pumping in and out of you relentlessly.

・It was like fucking for the first time.

・Nothing compared to being with the person you were supposed to be with.

・Ruhn couldn't stop kissing you, and not just your lips. His favourite part was behind your ear. Trailing hot breathy kisses down to your neck.

・He apologised, but it didn't mean he was done. It just meant there was more natural lube for you.

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prettydeadwriter · 7 months ago

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Zuko x Reader

a / n : I haven't written in a long time so this is just some self indulgence w zuko!! reader is gender neutral !!

It'd been a long few days since Zuko and you had slept in the same bed. It wasn't anything wrong with the relationship, in fact you both were very happy but you just couldn't seem to sleep. you struggled every night to just lay down and fall asleep. sometimes even asking Zuko to just talk to you to see if it'd help you, usually it didn't. so you started to just sleep in one of the few guestrooms.

Most nights you'd lay in the bed and then get up and walk around, then you'd sit at the small desk of the room and read for a bit before getting back up to walk around and pace. it was almost a routine. you'd read a little of a book or scroll or maybe even write something you were thinking, then you'd go back to pacing around the room.

it wasn't like you didn't get exercise either, you and Zuko walked around the palace often and while he worked you'd wander the and sometimes just pace like you were doing in the current moment. you just couldn't seem to sleep.

you tried tea even though the taste wasn't always for you, you tried to just force yourself to lay in bed until you'd sleep but you'd end up tossing and turning too much, you tried to work out a few hours before but that just made you feel the need for a bath. you felt defeated as you laid in the guest bed once more.

it's not like you weren't tired, you were. that's what struck you as odd. you felt exhausted, like as though if you sat down too long you'd fall asleep but all it did was make you antsy.

though tonight was a lot...nicer to you. you felt like you could actually sleep in the same bed as your dear boyfriend, that you'd actually fall asleep within a short time frame.

though it was a few hours late you went into your shared room being as quiet as possible, you assumed he'd already be asleep since the two guards outside his room said so, though they did say they hadn't checked in a minute.

you crept over to your side of the bed, softly pulling away the covers to be greeted by his sleeping features. he always looked so peaceful when he slept. you crawled into the bed stirring him awake slightly. you shushed him gently while scooting closer to him to hug his figure as his tired form wrapped an arm around yours.

"took you long enough" he murmured to you only to be greeted with a soft kiss to his cheek and snores shortly after.

it may have been a few days since you last slept in the same bed but Zuko felt no time had passed since he last held you in his arms while he slept.

thank you for reading if you liked it please please please do reblog and like !! if you'd like to repost my work somewhere else (I plan to repost it on AO3 myself) please send in an ask or message me since I would appreciate knowing and having credit :3 sorry if this was weird or long or anything I'm just now getting back into writing!!

#zuko x reader #firelord zuko x reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #prince zuko #atla zuko #fire lord zuko #zuko #avatar the last airbender zuko #avatar the last airbender zuko x reader #avatar the last airbender #fluff #zuko x reader fluff #firelord zuko x reader fluff #fire lord zuko x reader fluff #fire lord zuko x reader #prince zuko x reader fluff #prince zuko x reader #prettydeadwritter

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cupids-chamber · 2 years ago

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❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒.. .ᐟ ❞ Shall we look underneath the tree? And see what he got you..

GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: Ortho's part is strictly platonic, each part is different. Also, I do not think I wrote the letters well, but I did smthing!!

— MALLEUS

Matching charm bracelets, engraved with the date the two of you first met. One of the greatest moments of his life. Small little dangling charms of Gargoyles attached to each bracelet. And if you squint your eyes, and check behind the heart charm, you'll find the engravings "M.Dracona +Y.L/n"

— LILIA

A scrapbook of all the memories he had shared with you, each page filled with your favorite colors and aesthetic. He put a lot of effort decorating everything just for you..

— SILVER

A small album, filled with all his favorite moments with you. He couldn't think of anything better, it seemed like the best gift.. A album of all the best memories he shared with you..

That's not to say that all the memories and moments he has created with you were bad, he loved all of them! But their are particular memories that fill him up with immeasurable warmth, and he hopes you'll feel the same.

— SEBEK

Sebek couldn't figure out what to give you, something that could highlight and really show you how much he loves you.. that's when Lilia pitched in a idea to him...

Sebek's gift was filled with multiple letters, in a handmade/hand painted box, the letters were filled with sweet messages for anytime he may have upset you.. He's not the best at expressing his love, but he hopes this gift could provide you some comfort..

— IDIA

He personally hands you the gift, it was a photo frame of sorts, a small blue bow displayed at it's front. The device flipped through photo's of the two of you together, and it held gif's and whatnot.. Attached with a audio box of your favorite songs.. "I made it myself.."

— ORTHO

A perfectly wrapped gift was displayed underneath the the tree, inside there's a small figure of you and Ortho holding hands, he didn't know what to give you, to be exact.. so, instead he choose to get you something sentimental.. He heard from a certain somewhere that sentimental gifts were much more thoughtful then others!

— KALIM

Kalim decided not to go too grand for the scenario, giving you a multitude of gifts would erase the sentiment of a gift in general..

Instead he choose to give you a few small handmade trinkets, and small things he saw you eyeing, efficiently showing that he pays attention to where your eyes travel when going out shopping or on dates.

— JAMIL

A small bracelet with your birthstone, he didn't quite know how to leave a lasting impression with his gift, but he knew he was happy for your birth.. so the aspect of a birth stone suited the scenario well..

— RIDDLE

A customized pen, with a small spell attached, so you can change the smoothness and colour, it's pretty friendly with people who want to learn cursive..

It'll have his name engraved, in a place where he assumes you wouldn't have noticed.. The gesture itself was lovely!

— TREY

A beautiful large basket, filled with all sorts of pastries.. Savory and spicy snacks. Everything specialized to your tastes, he paid close detail as to what you preferred eating when creating the basket, it was sure to last you for quite the while.

— CATER

A personalized acrylic map, it displayed the date of your first ever confession, and the place. The painting could have used a bit of work, but the gesture was filled with love..

— DEUCE

The gift box was black, with a blue spade on the top instead of a bow. The ribbon was carefully done, to have the gift look as pleasing as possible.. Inside you could find a music box, with a message! It read:

"To my dearest partner, I can't really express how I feel within words but you brighten up my day Seeing you smile makes me smile.. I love you"

— ACE

Couples bracelets, that looks like handcuffs. It's a stupid joke, when you ask him he'll say, "Then we'll literally be attached together". The joke may have not been what you expected, but the gesture was cute.

— VIL

A personally hand picked and assorted candle set, he finds candles extremely calming, and uses them when he needs a light stress reliever, he's been noticing you felt a bit stressed lately.. maybe it was Crowley? Regardless.. he can't have you dying on him, can he!?

So, he took the time and effort to make you a personally assorted candle set.

— ROOK

A collection of small bow pins, and whatnot.. Things to go on your hair, etc.. Essentially, a box of trinkets, that follow a hunting theme, some were cute bunnies the others were a variety of things!

He hand picked the trinkets, to make it all the more meaningful!

— EPEL

And engraved wood sculpture of an apple, carved with beautiful details.. The wood work was utterly beautiful, the gift would be wrapped in a small white box, with a sparkly purple ribbon..

A small note would be at the front:

"Not to be sweet or anything.. The design is inspired by my heart racing.. Whenever I speak with you"

— AZUL

A mini piano, it's completely playable. Yet it seems like it came out of a doll house, it's custom made to match one similar to what Azul has.. Something you have witnessed Azul playing first hand..

— JADE

A small necklace, in the shape of a letter.. In the back of it a small note and declaration of love was written, signed off as J.Leech.. (Yes these exist)

— FLOYD

A stunning art piece of you.. in puzzle form.. The trick is that there are over 1000 pieces.. And the two of you will need to work together to put it together..

Halfway through he'll get slightly bored, but since he caused this mess.. and he's doing it with you.. He'll enjoy it.

Plus your focused face is cute.

— LEONA

He's not good at sentimental gestures and whatnot, and definitely sucks in this category of giving. So, he decided to give you a necklace, engraved with his name of course..

He is your al-mighty Leona Kingscholar. (Who will never be king)

— RUGGIE

A handmade 30 day, scratch off.. Each day, you'll scratch and find a goovy picture of you two together, or a sweet message he wrote to you..

At the very last day, you'll find a small letter, it'll be a letter where he expresses his more vulnerable side, writing down how he truly feels for you..

— JACK

A personalized gift box, once unfolding it there will be many compartments you can open up and read notes, letters, quotes, etc from your lover!... As for the gift, he had a given you a handmade candle!

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acexliety · 17 days ago

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A Date To Remember

What would Kirishima, Bakugo, Todoroki, Izuku, and Kaminari plan to do on their date with you?

Gender Neutral

English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

・・・・・

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Shoto Todoroki

As you and Shoto stepped onto the ice rink, the crisp winter air filled with laughter and the sound of skates gliding over the ice created an enchanting atmosphere. He took your hands, his warm grip providing a sense of security as he guided you along the surface. A few moments in, you lost your balance slightly, and before you knew it, his hands instinctively found their way to your waist, steadying you. Both of you erupted into a fit of quiet laughter in shock, cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and joy, hearts racing at the unexpected closeness.

As you glided across the ice rink, Shoto held your waist gently, guiding you through the movements with surprising steadiness. His breath caught slightly in his throat as he felt the warmth of your presence so close to him. “Um… I wanted to say something,” he began, his voice barely rising above the sound of skates gliding on ice. A nervous flutter danced in his stomach, and he glanced away, his cheeks tinged with a soft pink. “I admire how fearless you are… even on the ice.” He hesitated, struggling to find the right words. “It’s really inspiring. I know I’m not very good at expressing… emotions,” he admitted, his gaze finally meeting yours with earnest intensity. “But I really like you a lot.” The honesty in his voice hung in the air, and the sincerity of his compliment made the moment feel all the more special as you grew flustered and smiled at him sweetly, the ice beneath your feet echoing with the joy of the moment.

After a fun-filled hour of skating, you retreated to a nearby café for hot chocolate, the rich warmth of the drinks providing comfort against the cold. You chatted and exchanged stories, your hands wrapped around the mugs as you walked side by side, savoring the sweet moment. But as you finished your drinks, an idea sparked in your mind. With a playful grin, you scooped up a handful of snow and playfully tossed it at him.

He barely had time to react before you unleashed a flurry of snowballs, each one finding its mark with surprising precision. The last one hit him square in the face, and you couldn’t help but burst into laughter as he stood there, snow cascading down his cheeks. Shoto blinked in disbelief, his usual stoic expression softening into a sheepish grin as he shook off the snow, realizing he’d underestimated your aim. “Okay, you win this round!” he said, not being able to hide the laughter lacing his voice as the two of you began a lighthearted chase, making memories that would warm your hearts long after the winter chill faded.

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Katsuki Bakugo

As you and Katsuki Bakugo settled into the bustling restaurant, the spicy aroma of ramen wafted through the air, making your stomach rumble with excitement. The atmosphere was lively, filled with the chatter of patrons and the clattering of bowls, but your eyes were drawn to a vibrant sign that announced a spicy ramen challenge. It boasted that many brave souls had tried and failed to conquer the inferno of flavors served in an impossibly large bowl. Bakugo's gaze narrowed, and his eyes lit up with mischief. “Pfft, this is nothing. Watch me crush this challenge!” he declared, smirking at you with a confidence that only he could muster.

When the colossal bowl of ramen was placed in front of him, Bakugo wasted no time diving in. The first bite was explosive; the moment the spicy broth hit his tongue, he froze, his bravado cracking just slightly. With each subsequent bite, though, it became increasingly clear that he had underestimated the spice level. You sat across from him, a mix of amusement and concern swirling within you as you watched him try to appear unfazed.

He muttered curses under his breath, each one more colorful than the last. “Damn it, this isn’t even that bad!” he exclaimed, but the way his voice cracked slightly betrayed his struggle. You couldn’t help but laugh, and he shot you an annoyed glance, which only made you laugh harder.

Determined not to back down, Bakugo pushed through the spice, shoveling more noodles into his mouth with relentless fervor.As he reached the final bites, a triumphant grin spread across his face; he had completed the challenge! But the moment you pointed out the tears streaming down his cheeks, he snapped back with, “I’m not crying! My eyes are just sweating!” He fanned himself dramatically with the menu, the absurdity of the situation sending you into fits of laughter.

Bakugo couldn’t help but join in, a genuine small smile breaking through his initial frustration, even as he fought through the lingering heat.

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Denki Kaminari

Kaminari led you into the arcade, the bright lights and sounds buzzing around you. As you teamed up for a co-op game, his excitement was infectious, but you could also sense a hint of nervousness beneath his animated demeanor. He got so caught up in the fun that he accidentally shocked the machine, causing it to go haywire. The lights blinked wildly, and nearby players burst into laughter. Kaminari's cheeks flushed as he shot you a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed but trying to play it off.

After the chaos settled, he insisted on showing off his skills at the claw machine. He concentrated hard, but every time he tried, the claw barely managed to grab anything, leaving you both in fits of laughter. “You really don’t have to impress me, you know,” you said, a playful smile on your lips. “I like you just the way you are.”

Kaminari’s expression softened, and he scratched the back of his head, looking a bit shy. “Yeah, but I really like you a lot,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You stepped a little closer, meeting his gaze. “You’re not going to mess anything up, Kaminari. Just be yourself. I’m having a great time with you, and that’s all that matters.” His nervous energy seemed to ease, replaced by a hint of relief as he nodded, a small smile breaking through.

With that reassurance, you both decided to grab some pizza to-go. As you settled in at home, sharing slices and recounting the day’s antics, the atmosphere felt warm and comfortable. Kaminari laughed at your retelling of his arcade mishaps, his previous nerves melting away. In those moments, surrounded by the glow of the evening and the easy rhythm of conversation, you knew that whatever happened next, you were both ready to figure it out together.

⸝⸝⸝

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku led you through the park, a sense of excitement and nervousness radiating from him. As you rounded a bend, you were met with a charming sight: a cozy dome-like tent adorned with fairy lights, softly glowing against the backdrop of the late afternoon sky. Inside, a small table was set up with plush pillow seats and a beautiful arrangement of flowers at the center, all paired with two picnic baskets filled with your favorite foods. Your heart swelled at the thought he put into this surprise. He fumbled slightly as he gestured for you to sit down, a shy smile playing on his lips. “I—I hope you like it! I brought your favorite drink,” he stammered, handing you a cup. “And, um, I made sure to include everything you love.”

His enthusiasm was palpable as he rambled about the food items, detailing each one with such earnestness that you couldn’t help but giggle at how endearing he was. As you settled, the two of you began to share stories about your quirks, but the compliments came pouring out from him. “You really are amazing,” he said, his gaze fixed on you, eyes sparkling with admiration. You felt a rush of warmth at his words, and with a smile, you replied, “Well, I could say the same about you, Izuku. You put so much thought into this, and it’s perfect.” The moment those words left your lips, his face turned bright red, and he looked down at the ground, unable to hide his shy smile. Just then, a gentle breeze picked up, nearly sending the tent flying, but Izuku managed to catch it just in time, pulling it back down with a startled laugh. “That was a close call!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide in shock. His flustered expression at the near disaster made you giggle again, the playful atmosphere easing the nervous energy that lingered between you. As the sun began to set and fireflies danced around you, you both continued to talk and laugh, sharing dreams and aspirations while wrapped in the cozy ambiance of the tent.

⸝⸝⸝

Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima surprised you with a day at the beach, complete with everything packed for a romantic getaway. He had even rented a charming villa for the night, setting the perfect mood for your adventure together. As soon as you arrived, he urged you to join him for a game of volleyball, his excitement contagious. The two of you quickly fell into a playful competition, laughter echoing across the sand as he expertly spiked the ball, managing to win the match. You pretended to be grumpily mad, crossing your arms and puffing out your cheeks in a mock sulk. But Kirishima wasn’t having any of it—he launched a tickle attack, and you burst into laughter, unable to keep up the act.

In a burst of playful energy, you darted toward the water, your laughter ringing out as Kirishima chased after you.He caught up to you, splashing you with cool waves that sent both of you squealing. You took turns pushing each other over, each attempt filled with giggles and friendly taunts, but before you knew it, Kirishima scooped you up in his arms. With a bright yet mischievous grin, he fell backward into the water, pulling you down with him. After what felt like hours of splashing and playing around, Kirishima led you back to shore, where he had set up a cozy bonfire. The warm glow of the flames flickered as he arranged a platter filled with everything you needed to make s’mores. “I hope you’re ready for the best s’mores of your life,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You quickly went and fetched beverages from the villa, you felt a flutter of joy at how well he had planned everything. When you returned, you find him already roasting marshmallows, the golden brown edges perfectly caramelized. Enjoying the sweet treats as you snuggle under a blanket, you watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, with the gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore and the crackling of the fire, the moment felt magical. You shared stories about your dreams for the future, and even a few silly memories from your childhood. Kirishima listened intently, his expression filled with admiration as he encouraged you to keep talking. With each passing moment, the night is filled with laughter, warmth, and the promise of many more adventures to come.

⭑.ᐟ

Thank you for reading

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aliahm · 1 year ago

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Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader - NSFW Alphabet

A collection of NSFW headcanons about the Serpent of Eden himself

The moodboard above was made by me, using images found on tumblr and Google. (Image #4 is from firefly graphics, here on tumblr). Credit for those original images goes to each of the owners. The gif used in this post was made by me, and both the dividers in this post were also made by me, using images found on Google. Credit for those original images goes to each of the owners.

A - Aftercare (What do they do after sex?)

If it’s needed, Crowley will clean you up before he does the same for himself, then he’ll make sure you have whatever else you need, whether that’s to be held, to drink water, to rest, etc. He especially loves to fall asleep with you after sex.

B - Body Part (Their favourite body part of their own and of their partner’s)

Crowley loves your lips, as well as your eyes.

He loves your smile, and the way your lips feel against his own. As for your eyes, he loves them because they show your emotions so clearly. All the happiness, excitement, lust, vulnerability and everything else held within them reminds him of how beautifully human you are.

He loves his hands. They remind him of the power and strength that he holds, and of the many miracles he’s performed in his time. He also loves that he can get what he wants with a snap of his fingers, and that his hands allow him to hold you, touch you, and give you pleasure.

C - Cum

He doesn’t really have a preference as to where he cums when you have sex. Wherever you ask him to, he will, but he does especially like to cum on your stomach or your back, where he can see it after sex.

He also loves to go down on you and have you cum in his mouth. He’ll sometimes put on a bit of a show and lick your cum off his lips or wipe it off with the back of his hand while you watch.

D - Dirty Secret

This isn’t a secret he keeps from you, he just doesn’t talk about it much: He likes it if you cry during or after sex, because he loves being able to comfort you and see you so open and vulnerable. He’s very proud that you trust him enough to show your emotions in that way.

E - Experience (How experienced are they?)

Crowley has become very sexually experienced over the course of his long life. He knows many, many ways to please a partner, and he takes a lot of pride in that knowledge. He definitely likes being more experienced than his partner, and being able to “teach them” as it were. He’d be lying if he said his sexual knowledge and skill doesn’t fuel his ego.

F - Favourite Position

It varies depending on his mood, but one scenario he particularly loves is to completely restrict your movements (either by restraining you or by miracling you completely still) and have his way with you until he allows you to move again. It usually starts a little something like this:

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humourous? etc.)

Crowley has always had a good sense of humor, and that applies when it comes to his sex life too. He can be serious depending on the moment of course, but if you’re just looking to have a good time together, he loves to make you laugh and smile during sex.

H - Hair

Crowley likes the look of having hair on his chest, and when it comes to the hair below his belt, he makes sure it’s always neat and well-maintained, but he’s never completely clean-shaven. He just prefers not to be.

I - Intimacy (How affectionate or romantic are they in the moment?)

Crowley is incredibly passionate in every aspect of his life, including sex. He sees it as another way to show you how much he cares for and desires you, and he loves to make that known in the ways he touches you and talks to you before, during and after sex.

He’ll hold your hand, kiss you all over your face, jaw, and neck, and whisper in your ear telling you how well you’re doing and how proud he is of you.

J - Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He definitely enjoys masturbation as much as partnered sex, and he has a voyeuristic side too. His favourite way to show it is to have you get yourself off while he watches.

K - Kinks

Crowley is no stranger to BDSM and kinks in general, but he usually enjoys them mainly as an addition to sex, instead of on their own. He likes lots of kinky activities, like bondage, gags and spanking, but if those aren’t things you’re interested in, that’s fine with him. Your comfort, safety and happiness are most important to him, and he takes your limits and boundaries very seriously.

One of his favourite kinks/activities is edging you. He’ll have you whining and crying and he’ll say things like, “What is it, baby? Tell me what you need.” as if he doesn’t know, and when you’re begging him over and over again to let you cum, he’ll remind you that you can’t, and you won’t, until he wants you to. Until then, you can beg and cry all you want.

L - Location (Their favourite place(s) to have sex)

Pretty much anywhere, as long as you’re comfortable with it. Bedrooms, living rooms, kitchens, his office, etc. etc.

He does have his personal favourite places, though. Those would be his own bed, his beloved Bentley, and the Ritz (he loves to slip his hand under your clothes when you’re there having dinner, and when you’re pretty much anywhere else where other people won’t notice).

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

One particular thing that drives him wild is when he comes home and you tell him you missed him. He loves the idea that his baby just can’t stand it when he’s not around.

Of course, he knows how dramatic that is, it’s just that he loves you so damn much. He’ll definitely be taking the first opportunity to pull you over to the couch or bed and make up for the time he was gone.

N - No (Things they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that involves cuts or broken skin.

O - Oral (Preferences for giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes giving and receiving equally, but if oral isn’t something you’re interested in, he won’t mind.

Crowley is, to put it simply, really damn good with his mouth, and he certainly isn’t shy about it. He’ll go down on you like he’s been starving for months on end, and he knows how to use that snake tongue of his to remind you what the true meaning of heaven is.

Receiving helps him relax, and in those moments he’ll lean back, close his eyes and stroke your hair. Sometimes he’ll bring your hand up to his lips and kiss it, as a way of letting you know that he’s enjoying what you’re doing.

P - Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be fast and rough depending on what you’re both in the mood for, but most of the time he keeps his movements steady and slow. He likes to make sex last as long as possible, and sometimes he finds it fun to drag things on while you’re getting desperate and begging him to go faster.

Q - Quickies (What’s their opinion on quickies?, How often do they have them? etc.)

He enjoys them, but he prefers not to have to rush when it comes to sex. When they happen, though, he absolutely makes the most of them. Those are some of the only times he’ll find himself in the backseat of his Bentley instead of the driver’s seat ;)

R - Risk (Do they like to experiment? Are they willing to? etc.)

He’s all for experimenting with new kinks, locations, etc. If you talk with him about something you’re already interested in, or something you want to try, he’ll always listen with an open mind.

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last? etc.)

Crowley once implied that demons can have sex for as long as they want, then when you asked him about it, he clarified that he was specifically referring to himself.

He’s a cocky bastard, but it’s true. He can go for as many rounds as he pleases, and he can last for pretty much as long as he wants. Sometimes he’ll use that to overstimulate you until you can’t stand it, because he loves the power trip that comes with seeing you fall apart over and over, knowing he doesn’t have to stop until he wants to.

T - Toys (Do they own and use sex toys?)

He usually doesn’t use sex toys unless you ask him to, but he doesn’t mind them either way.

U - Unfair (Do they like to tease?)

Absolutely. Crowley loves to mess with you. He’ll whisper dirty comments in your ear while you’re out in public, telling you exactly what he wishes you were both doing at that very moment, or he’ll pull you away into a secluded corner during the day and cover your neck in love bites, or beckon you over out of nowhere and say things like, “Let me look at you”.

V - Volume (How loud are they?)

Crowley isn’t usually very loud during sex, but he’ll sigh and groan into your ear, and when he wants to, he’ll talk dirty just to see your reactions. Sometimes he’ll praise you over and over again, sometimes he’ll tease you about how “unbelievably needy” you are, and sometimes he’ll do both at the same time, after he’s promised to give you exactly what it is that you want so badly.

If you’re going down on him, those same sighs and groans will definitely leave his lips, and you‘ll even hear him hiss and growl sometimes too.

W - Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

His favourite thing for you to call him (both in and out of sexual situations) would have to be Daddy. He didn’t expect that to be the case, but the more he thought about it, the more he loved it.

He’s naturally very protective of the people he loves, and he also loves being the one in charge (during sex and otherwise). Not to mention that the name is a reminder of the age gap between you and him. He’s been around since the very beginning, and he loves being the older, more experienced one in the relationship, who you come to when you need help and guidance, because that’s what he’s there for: to take care of you, however you need him to.

He’ll call you “baby” or “little one” if you’re alright with that, although he does have lots of different pet names for you, so it varies. He also has a habit of calling you “pet”, especially when he knows you’re feeling down.

X - X-Ray (What’s going on inside those pants?)

Crowley is about average sized, and he’s never been the least bit insecure about it, because he knows it doesn’t actually matter at all. He’s got unshakable confidence, both when it comes to his appearance, and his sex life.

Y - Yearning (How often do they want and like to have sex?)

It varies, as with anyone, but it doesn’t really matter to him how often he has sex. He definitely enjoys having sex regularly, but if he doesn’t, that’s fine with him. He just likes to spend time with you and let things happen organically.

Z - Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after sex?)

It usually takes him a bit to drift off, after sex and in general, so he likes to read to you at night, or have you read to him. What helps the most though is being able to hold you or touch you in some way as he falls asleep.

If I’ve left out any content warnings, or if I’ve made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know.

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