#of like 'oh no i have to take ALL THE ADVICE but it is IMPOSSIBLE' like yeah no it is LITERALLY IMPOSSIBLE

[frostiexavier]

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✮♱✮ summary: You have a tiny little secret you are hiding from Sylus. Basically you love him but you refuse to admit it and his flirtiness/banter doesn’t help. One night you just decide enough is enough.

✮♱✮ warnings: smut, nsfw, (kinda soft) sylus x fem! reader, banter, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, confessions, boxing scenes, kind of a slowburn kinda not, not much else i don’t think, sylus is beefy

✮♱✮ word count: 6.5k

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“Sylus you really need to be more careful. You are banged up really bad this time.”, you say as you are dressing his wounds. You pour a bit of disinfectant on a gash on his shoulder and he grunts. The liquid dripped down his bare chest to his abdomen. Trickles of the substance landing on his black pants. You try to focus on his wound and not him being completely shirtless in front of you.

“Sorry, I’m trying to be careful”, you say and he chuckles looking at you then to your hands.

“Don’t be sorry sweetie, it doesn’t hurt”, he smirks and you give him a side eye along with a scoof.

“You act so tough but if I didn’t help you, you would be sulking”, you say and wrap the gaze around his shoulder. You can feel the intensity of his gaze.

“Mmm probably, otherwise I would be left here like a wounded deer, with no one to take care of me”, you laugh while keeping your eyes on the gauze you are wrapping. You cut the edge of the gauze and tape down the excess. You gently pat the gauze and Sylus looks at your work.

“All done bambi, now you can recover and rest”, you smile and he pats your forehead.

“Thanks kitten, what would I do without you?”, he winks while he smiles and you roll your eyes. He is being flirty…again. This man drives you wild. You try to hide your blush as you turn away from him.

“I don’t know, you could use your evol to heal yourself. I don’t understand why you make me bandage you up and waste medical supplies when you can just heal yourself”, you question him and he looks at your eyes, then your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Because then I wouldn’t be able to see your pretty face this close”, you freeze at his words, feeling chills run down your spine. Did he just call you pretty? Impossible, you hate when he teases you like this. Sylus notices your facial expression and decides to cover his compliment with banter.

“Now your face looks uncomfortable. Are you constipated kitten?”, he asks and you raise your eyebrow at him. You swat at his shoulder and he gasps. Without realizing it you hit his wounded shoulder.

“Oh my god Sylus are you okay?”, you ask looking at his gauze wrapped wound. His hand is over it and you place your hand over his, concerned you hurt him. He chuckles and smiles.

“I’m fine, you are so easy”, he laughs and you roll your eyes. You grab the first aid kit and clean any supplies that you used. Sylus stands up to help you but you insist that you are fine. He puts his black tshirt back on and looks back at you.

“Really, thank you again for your help, for bigger wounds like this it takes longer to heal”, Sylus thanks you and you nod, putting the first aid kit back in its place in the nearby storage closet.

“No worries, but stop getting hurt so much, I may start charging you”, you joke and he chuckles while placing his hand behind his neck, following you out of the bathroom and into the living area.

“I don’t know if I should take your advice or see this as you only want to see me if I pay you. Either way, I am more than likely to be able to afford your services than to stop getting injured”, he says and your cheeks are painted a light pink at his words. What is with the flirtiness today? You are used to the nicknames and the teasing but he normally doesn’t keep going for this long. You decide to just play along.

“Don’t be so sure Mr. Onichynus, my service fees can be expensive”, you say as you grab your bag to leave. Your heart starts to race when Sylus grabs it before you can.

“Is that so?”, he says holding the bag and starts to walk towards you, slowly. You start backing up, step by step until your back meets a wall. Sylus looks down at your face, his body towering over you as you try to attach your body to the wall. He leans in closer, putting a hand beside your head to meet the wall. He is so close that one more inch your bodies would be touching. He leans down slowly and you can feel his breath on your ear and your neck. The sensation gives you goosebumps and your neck feels extremely sensitive.

“Name your price”, he says in a deep whisper and you feel like your legs are going to give out. Sylus has always had this effect on you. Everything he says, everything he does affects you. It drives you mad and you start to wonder if this is just playful banter or something else. Your body starts to feel hot and you know he heard you audibly gulp. You could almost feel the smirk he has on his face that's right next to your ear. You look up at him and you grab the bag from his hand. You try to shake off this intense feeling and move around Sylus. He could easily trap you with his arms and legs but he lets you go.

“Hmmm I’ll have to think about it, I’ll get back to you on that”, you say nervously and head towards the front door of his home. You don’t turn around to look back at Sylus and fumble with the front door knob until you finally get it open. Without a goodbye you exit through the door and rush to leave. You sprint to the first bus stop, not stopping to take a breath. What was that? Your body still feels hot and your skin is on fire. You can just imagine him gaucking right now, satisfied with his effect on you.

The bus arrives, you get on and swipe your bus card and take the nearest seat. You sit down and try to push down this hot and bothered feeling. You shake your head and look down at your phone to see you had a text from Sylus. Even seeing his name on your screen makes your heart drop, this has to stop.

Sylus: Meet me tomorrow at the boxing ring. I still owe you for today.

You pick your brain at his words and remember that he promised to help you pass your hunters training by showing you some defense moves in return for helping him so often with treating his injuries. You sigh and text him back.

You: Can we reschedule?

You wait for his response, you are unsure if you can see Sylus two days in a row. Especially after all the teasing and flirting today. Your heart can’t take it. Your thoughts put on pause when your phone buzzes.

Sylus: Sorry kitten, I have a tight schedule. See you tomorrow @ 6pm, don’t be late.

You sigh and lock your phone. No way in hell is this going to just be him showing you defense moves. You decide to do everything in your power to keep your distance from him during this training. How? You have no idea but you can’t fall into his little trap.

Once you get home you go straight to bed, thoughts of Sylus invading your mind. You toss and turn all night and you can’t sleep. Exhaustion hits you but your eyes stay wide open. Why does he have this pull on you? Why do you keep wanting to go to him? You know you shouldn’t, it would never work. Your brain and your heart have an intense battle throughout the night and you're unsure of who the winner is because you got a total of 2 hours of sleep that night.

Hearing the annoying tone of your alarm you groan. You sigh as you turn off your alarm, getting up to get ready for the day ahead. You pack your gym clothes, a long sleeve compression jacket and black leggings so your entire body stays covered. You don’t want Sylus to see you in your sports bra and small shorts, not because he will look or say anything but because you don’t want to have any effect on him whatsoever. He already flirts with you on a daily basis, you don’t want him to think you love it, even though you do.

You head to the hunters association and you get looks from everyone there. They can tell you are obviously tired and decide to let you just work on reports the whole day. You mentally thank them for the break. You type away at your computer when Tara decides to pay you a visit.

“Hey, you okay? You look exhausted”, she looks at you with concern. Her gaze is soft and attentive.

“Yeah just didn’t get much sleep last night”, you respond and she nods. She sits a coffee at your desk and gives you a small smile before walking away. You smile down at the cup and take a drink, hoping it will give you enough energy for this lesson later today.

As the day goes by, you clock out of work and head to Onichynus. You sigh as you ring the doorbell to Sylus’ home. Luke opens the door and gives you a small wave.

“Hey, you look horrible”, he says and you glare at him.

“Thanks, where is Sylus?”, you ask, walking past him and into the leader's home.

“The boss man is already in the gym warming up. He has been waiting for you”, he replies and you make your way to his at-home gym. Luke disappears down a different hallway as you enter the gym.

Sylus is already practicing with a punching bag in the corner of his enormous boxing ring. You walk into the room and he doesn’t notice you until you walk past him to make your way towards the changing room.

“You made it”, he says blatantly and you nod at him. You don’t say anything and head into the changing room to change into the outfit you packed. After changing you walk back out and onto the ring.

“Alright so what are we doing today?”, you ask him and he tilts his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t say anything and you start to feel embarrassed.

“What?”, you ask him and he shakes his head.

“Are you okay? You seem tired”, he says with an almost concerned tone. You brush it off and then come up with an excuse.

“It’s just work was exhausting, it's fine, let's do this”, you say and put on your boxing hand gloves. He nods and then notices your outfit, he coughs and clears his throat.

“Uh, aren’t you going to get hot in that? I have some shorts you can change into if you want”, he suggests and you decline his offer.

“It’s fine, let’s just get this over with”, you say and you walk opposite of him on the ring.

“Are you sure? We can do this another day if yo-“, he says but you cut him off.

“I thought you had a tight schedule, less yapping and more teaching please”, you say with an annoyed tone. You know this is unfair to Sylus and you aren’t really annoyed with him. You are annoyed with yourself because just being around him like this is making your heart pound in your chest. You are physically and mentally exhausted from thinking about him so much. The sweeter and more concerned he is, the more you will have to stay here and you want to get out of here as quickly as possible.

“Okay then”, he says and walks towards you. Just focus on the training and his advice, you try to remind yourself.

“So when you are trying to defend yourself you need to think of yourself as the predator not the prey.”, he says as he looks down at you, the feeling of his gaze makes your knees weak.

“Think like a predator, you need to know your prey's weakness so you know what and how to attack. But most importantly you need to know how to defend yourself when the prey tries to counter”, he speaks firmly as he leans down to meet your eyes.

“For example, my shoulder is still healing, size up your opponent, see what could make them falter because they will be doing the same to you.”, he says, grabbing your hand gently and placing it on his wounded shoulder.

“They will be trying to hide their weakness when they go to attack, you need to find an opening and strike while also defending your own weakness”, he says looking down at your feet.

He quickly uses his leg to knock you off your feet as you land with one of his hands on your waist and the other on the back of your head, protecting your fall. You gasp in shock of the sudden movement and he smirks as he examines your features. His face is extremely close to yours as he whispers. So much for keeping a distance, you thought to yourself.

“Never let them know your weakness, that's the best defense”, he whispers, his breath hitting your neck. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, nose, and back to his eyes. That familiar heat building inside of you makes your cheeks tint a light shade of red. You push him off of you and stand back up fixing your jacket. He joins you in standing and you don’t say anything in response.

“Alright now try to attack me and then try to defend using that advice”, he says and you nod. You put your fists up next to your face and bring your elbows toward your body. After a few seconds you walk toward Sylus and throw a few punches. He dodges all of them and then once he reaches the ropes of the ring, he decides to switch to offense.

He starts to move his arms towards you, at first you dodge all of his attempts but he quickly catches you from behind. His arm is firmly holding you over your chest just above your breasts. You try to pull his arm down at first but struggle because of his strength.

“Stop struggling and think, how do you get out of this”, he says calmly and you stop your movements. Trying to focus on your movement rather than you firmly in his arms and pressed against him. You take your elbow and shove it into his abdomen, he lets go of you and you turn around and start throwing punches again.

He dodges them again, tilts down and picks you up and over his shoulder using one arm. His arm is holding you by the back of your knees.

“Your opponent now has an advantage over you, how are you going to get out, think about their weaknesses”, he says. You can feel his calloused hands through your leggings. Your mind racing about the way he was man-handling you. You push the thoughts down and decide to lightly hit his shoulder, trying not to hurt him. His hands let go of your knees and you quickly wrap your legs around the back of his neck. Putting all your weight on him so he would have to bend down so you can jump off.

“Good job, now you're thinking”, he smirks and you laugh, you smile at his praise.

“Now try to take me down”, he says and you become determined to do as he says. Sweat is now dripping off both of you from the rising heat in the room and the intensity of the training. But that can’t stop you from proving to him that you can do this.

You lunge towards him and at first he dodges your swings but you finally get a punch in that barely affects him. He puts his arms up to defend and as soon as he does you use the same trick on him as he did with you earlier. You kick his legs to knock him off his feet, he falls down and you pin him down, both of your hands on his wrists, thighs on either side of his hips to straddle him so he can’t move, He doesn’t resist and stares up at you as his chest falls up and down rapidly, matching your breathing. Sweat drips off your forehead and onto his chest but neither of you care.

“Like that?”, you finally speak and he smiles.

“Yeah, just like that”, he says somewhat out of breath. You take the opportunity to admire his jawline, his beautiful crimson eyes and sweat beads slowly sliding down his neck. Your gazes linger for a moment before you pull yourself out of your trance.

You get off of him quickly and go to grab a water bottle. You stood up really quickly and suddenly got dizzy. Your vision blurs for a second and you feel your legs turn to jello. You almost fall but a pair of arms catch you before you could hit the mat.

“Y/n are you okay?”, Sylus asks frantically and sits you down gently.

“Yeah I just got a little dizzy”, you say and he stands up to quickly grab a water bottle and a towel.

“You didn’t seem okay earlier, I should’ve been easier on you.”, he says, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle and handing it to you.

“Thanks”, you say and start to drink the water.

Sylus watches you and brings the towel to your face and starts to pat the sweat dripping down your temple. He fans your face with his hand and you watch as you continue to drink your water. His face is full of concern and worry. Was he always this caring? He has never been this concerned before. Maybe he feels guilty for pushing you but you were fine until you stood back up.

“Thanks, I think I am fine now”, you say, putting the cap back on your water and looking at him.

“Here let me help you up”, he stands up and you grab his hands. You use his arms to support you, your legs still feeling like jello.

“I’ll take you home, sit down and I’ll go grab your bag”, he says and you nod, knowing that if you try to refuse he will rebuttal.

Sylus shortly returns with your bag in hand and he helps you stand again. You feel a bit better after hydrating but still feel shaky.

“Here, hold onto my arm”, he says and guides you to his garage and toward one of his luxurious sports cars. You mentally laugh thinking of course he has multiple of them.

He opens the door for you and helps you get in. He grabs the seat belt and buckles it in for you. The action makes your heart flutter, you don’t dare to look up at him while he does. He closes the door and sprints to the other side, he puts your address into the GPS and starts the ignition.

The car ride is quiet with the occasional “how are you feeling” from Sylus and you only nod and say you feel fine. He really didn’t have to drive you back home but you couldn’t help but smile at his sweetness. Does Sylus show this soft side to anyone else? He puts up this cold and intense front but he is actually very thoughtful and considerate. You ponder this the rest of the car ride until the headlights of his car meet the sign to your apartment complex.

“Let’s go, I’ll help you up”, he says unbuckling but you grab onto his arm frantically before he could get out of the car.

“Wait Sylus, really it's okay, thank you for giving me a ride”, you say and he freezes and looks down to where your hand meets his arm, You touch is gentle and goosebumps rise to his skin.

“Sorry”, you apologize and quickly remove your hand. You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag from the backseat of his car before reaching for the door handle to exit.

“Are you sure?”, he asks and this time you feel his hand grab onto yours. The feeling of his thumb slightly rubbing the top of your hand doesn’t go unnoticed. Your back is still turned to him, you haven’t turned around yet.

“I can just help you to the door, then I’ll leave”, he says and you feel it. You feel the ping in your chest, the yearn of wanting to say yes but your mind telling you to be rational and say no. Your heart wins, you turn to him and say a gentle okay.

He gets out of the car first and opens your door for you. He grabs your bag and helps out of the car. He locks your arm around his to support your somewhat still shaky body. You walk with him into the complex and make your way to your door.

“It’s right here”, you say pointing to your unit and he waits until you have put in your passcode and you step into your apartment before he says anything.

“Text me if you need anything at all. I hope you feel better, goodnight”, he says and turns around to leave before you can say anything. Your mind starts to race and before it can catch up you open your mouth.

“Sylus”, you say almost too urgently and he quickly turns around.

“What is it sweetie?”, he asks softly. His face looking for what you might say.

“W-would you.. um… stay with me?”, you ask and you can feel your heart start to race a million miles and minute. Why did you just ask him that? Why would he stay? For what reason? Before you can come up with an excuse, Sylus' body is towering over you once more.

“Is that okay?”, he asks and you slowly nod looking up at him with doe eyes. Your heartbeat doesn’t settle down, you turn around and walk into your apartment and you hear Sylus follow you and close the door behind him. What were you thinking?

“Uh, you can take a shower, I’ll find you some clothes to change into. Towels are in the cabinet”, you tell him, noticing he is still in his gym clothes and still sweaty. He nods and quickly makes his way into the bathroom.

You let out a strangled breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You make your way into your bedroom to find something that maybe sylus could wear. You could only find a pair of pajama pants that Caleb left here one time. You couldn’t find a shirt to save your life so the pants will just have to work. You hear the water turn off in the bathroom and make your way towards the door.

You knock gently, “Sylus here are some pajama pants, I couldn’t find a shirt”. Suddenly the door opens slightly and Sylus sticks his hand out for you to hand him to pants.

“It’s okay, I normally sleep without one”, he says and takes the pants from you and closes the door back to change. You aren’t going to make it through the night. You gather a pillow and a soft throw for Sylus and lay them on the sofa.

Sylus walks out of the bathroom and you have to hold yourself back from audibly gasping. The pants length is fine but they are a bit tight on him, especially around the thighs. His abdomen is toned and his chest and shoulders are broad. A few water droplets are still dripping down his skin. You avert your gaze quickly, trying not to stare. This isn’t the first time you have seen Sylus shirtless but something about him right now feels different. Shirtless in your living room and staying over. He didn’t even ask why.

“Uh, here is a blanket and a pillow, my sofa is pretty comfy.”, you smile and the edges of his lips curl into a soft smile.

“Thank you, are you feeling okay now?”, he asks. You honestly feel better, not knowing if it was the fact Sylus was staying over or if you genuinely felt okay now.

“Yes, much better.”, you smile and Sylus moves to the sofa and unfolds the blanket. He positions the pillow to one side of the sofa and lays down. You immediately see that his legs are way too long for it and hang off the edge from his knees down.

“Is that comfortable for you? I didn’t realize how small my sofa was”, you ask and he chuckles.

“It's fine kitten, go ahead and get some rest” he says, shooing you away with his hand and he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep. You laugh at his playfulness and head to your room.

You lay down and your bed and close your eyes, you try not to think about the fact Sylus is just in the other room. Why did you even ask him to stay? Why did he so- willingly? Was he really comfortable on the sofa? His shoulder is injured, it can’t be comfortable for him.

You feel guilty for making Sylus scrunching up on your small couch. You get out of bed and head back to the living room. Sylus was sitting up and scrolling on his phone when you opened the door. His eyes leave his phone and meet your gaze, confusion settling on his face.

“What's wrong?” he asks, locking his phone and setting it beside him.

“Um, you can come in here, if you want”, you say shyly looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him.

“Y/n I’m fine right here, don’t worry about me”, he replies and you take a deep breath. Of course he would say that, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but honestly he wouldn’t. If anything it would give you peace of mind knowing his shoulder wasn’t hurting. You had to say the only thing that would convince him.

“I know but I- I want you to”, you say, your cheeks immediately burning and your body feels hot again. He stays quiet for a moment but slowly gets up and grabs the pillow you gave him.

You let him follow you into your bedroom. After he closes the door you watch as he walks to the other side of the bed. You get comfortable on your side and Sylus stops before simply sitting on the edge of the bed.

You know he is hesitant so you pull down some of the cover and tap the side across from you, he turns his head to your hand then meets your gaze.

“You can get comfy, I won’t bite”, you jab at him and he slightly scoffs. He lays his head gently on the pillow facing you and pulls the duvet over him slightly. Keeping his shoulders and chest exposed.

You both just look at each other for a moment in comfortable silence. He looks back and forth between your eyes and you admire his beautiful features. Before he could say anything you turned around facing your room.

“Goodnight Sylus”, you say just above a whisper, shutting your eyes. You don’t know if it was the sheer exhaustion from the previous night or sylus’ presence but you felt yourself quickly starting to drift into a slumber.

“Goodnight y/n”, he says softly and that's the last thing you heard before your dreams carried you away.

You feel a slight sensation against your cheek, it tickles almost and pulls you out of your dreamland. You gently open your eyes to see Sylus facing you. His hand placed a strand of hair behind your ear. He looks at you and his eyes widen and he quickly pulls his hand away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you”, he says softly and places his hand back to his side. The room is still dark, your eyes adjusting to the lighting so you can see him. It must me the middle of the night still.

Your brain is still foggy from just waking up. You look around and see your arm slung over his waist and your body pressed closely to his.

“Am I dreaming?”, you ask him and he chuckles softly.

“No sweetie, you aren’t dreaming”, he says softly and watches you closely. You don’t pull away from him, the feeling of his skin on your making you feel comfortable and warm. Being this close to him feels right, it feels safe. At this moment you let your heart win this final battle. You know this may not work out but how could you know if you don’t try.

“Sylus”, you say softly, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft, softer than normal, they are a gentle shade crimson red in the dark lighting of your room.

“Hmmm?”, he hums and you move your arm away from him to grab his hand. He looks down at your hand holding his and back to your gaze.

“I think, I think I am falling in love with you”, you say so softly he almost doesn’t catch it.

“What?”, he asks, eyes widening like you told him the most surprising news of the century.

“Can I kiss you?”, you ask bravely. It’s all or nothing. You prepare yourself for him to get up and leave you. You wouldn’t blame him because this came out of nowhere. But not for you, you can’t deny your feelings any longer.

He stares at you for a moment and cups your cheek with his hand. You close your eyes and nuzzle into his touch, feeling his thumb slightly graze your skin softly.

Before you could open your eyes again you feel his lips meet yours. His lips are soft and light almost like touching a pillow or freshly baked bread. He tilts his head to get better access to your lips. It’s not rushed, it's gentle and the passion starts to build despite the slow pace. You move your body closer to his and place your hand on his bicep. He tilts your head closer to his as he deepens the kiss. You moan softly as his tongue traces your bottom lip, begging for entry. You invite him in and your heart melts as the kiss begins to feel more hungry and passionate.

You move your hand down his bicep to his chest and slowly drag it down his toned abdomen. He breaks the kiss once you reach halfway down his body and he grabs your hand to still it.

“Y/n”, he says breathlessly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Sylus please, I need you”, you say almost too desperately. His eyes flutter open and they stare into yours for a few seconds. He kisses you again and lets go of your hand, letting you continue to touch him. His hand goes to the strap of your nightgown and slowly pulls it down your shoulder. This does nothing but expose your shoulder but it feels so intimate. He kisses your cheek and makes his way to your jaw, peppering soft kisses until he reaches your neck.

You place your other arm around his shoulder and tangle your fingers in his hair just above the nape of his neck. You gasp as he starts to suck at a sweet spot on your neck and gently licks over it, repeating this process making his way to your bare shoulder.

“You are so beautiful”, he says against your skin and your heart flutters. Listening to his sweet words makes you feel more comfortable with him. You decide to take it a step further and place your hand over his pajama pants. You can feel his hardened member and you palm him softly and Sylus nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Y/n”, he softly moans your name and you don’t let up on your touch. You feel him slightly buck up into your hand which only makes you feel more confident in your movements. You go to tug on his pajama pants when his hand stops you quickly.

“Are you sure? I only want to do this if you want to”, he says out of breath. You have never seen this look on Sylus before. His eyes full of desire and his cheeks a shade of pink you can’t even miss with the small shine of moonlight glowing in your room.

“Yes, I trust you”, you reply and he quickly shifts your positions. Sylus moves over you and helps you lay comfortably on your back. He pulls the other strap of your nightgown down and pauses to look at you. You nod giving him the go ahead to remove it. He slowly pushes the straps down and helps you remove the nightgown entirely, leaving you in only your cotton pink panties with a little white bow. Sylus’ breath hitches and he cups your face again.

“What did I do to deserve you?”, he asks softly and leans down to kiss you again. The kiss is full of longing and lust. His hands move down to one of your breasts. He gently cups it and starts kneading it causing you to lightly arch your back. The feeling of his hands finally on you makes your arousal start to form. He moves his lips back down to your neck and then to your chest where he lightly kisses your other breast.

You gasp and whimper as he takes your nipple into his both and slightly sucks. The feeling so euphoric you feel like it isn’t real, it couldn’t be.

You reach down into his pajama pants to feel him again. The feeling of your small hand brushing against him makes him groan around your nipple. You take his shaft in your hand and slightly stroke him, precum already leaking from his tip.

He stops his torment on your chest and lays his forehead between your breasts, letting himself bask in the feeling. He moans against your skin and you stroke his hair with your other hand.

He looks up at you and takes your hand away from him. He kisses back up your chest and onto your cheek. He interlaces your fingers with his in both of his hands, laying beside your head.

“I have waited for you for so long. I want to be your world, just like how you’re mine. I love you y/n”, he says looking down at you with pure love written all over his face. You can’t help but smile at his words and you trace his cheek with your thumb, he closes his eyes at the feeling.

“Show me how much you love me Sylus”, you whisper and his right eye seems to turn to a brighter shade of red. Before you could say anything else his lips are back on yours and he tugs his pajama pants down.

“You have been my every thought, every single moment since the day we met”, he says breathlessly as he kicks his pants to the floor. You moan at his confession and you go to tug your panties down but he catches your hands first. He moves them away and he slips his fingers underneath the hem and slowly pulls them down.

He takes a moment to look at you, completely bare in front of him. You start to feel embarrassed so you close your legs a bit, but Sylus quickly opens them back up.

“Don’t hide from me, you don’t ever have to hide from me”, he says and positions himself between your legs. He tugs your waist closer to him and holds himself up with his other arm. You can feel him against you and you can’t help but thrust up to get some friction.

“Are you sure y/n?”, he asks softly before kissing you on your cheek.

“Yes, please”, you beg and he complies. He positions his tip at your entrance and slowly inches in. The feeling of him stretching you out delicious makes all the nerves in your body rapidly fire. Goosebumps raise on your skin, feeling unbelievably full of him.

You feel him gasp at first and then groan at the feeling of you enveloping him. You pulse round him and he could almost cum right then at the feeling. He finally bottoms out at the hilt and lets out a sigh.

“You okay?”he asks, cupping your cheek and you nod.

“Yes, please move Sy”, you say and he groans at the new nickname.

He slowly pulls out just to the tip and thrusts back in with a bit more force and speed. Your body arches off the bed and he catches your back with his hand. He holds you in place as he starts to move, his thrusts consistent as he finds a rhythm.

You try not to be too vocal but you can’t help it with the way he is making you feel. He is everywhere, not only all over your body but he is always on your mind. Everything has led up to this moment, every banter, every flirty comment, every gentle touch and caring thing he has ever done. You want him, not only for tonight but forever.

“You are everything, absolutely everything”, he says leaning down to pull you back into a passionate kiss. You both moan against each other's lips as you feel him pick up the pace.

You can feel every drag, every bit of him along you and it's the closest you have ever been to anyone. This isn’t just sex its pure love. Nothing and no one has made you feel this way before. You felt loved and you felt safe.

“Sylus, I’m-“, you try to warn him but his thrusts start to get more desperate and needy, cutting your thoughts off.

“I know kitten, let go. Let me feel you, please let me feel you”, he asks desperately. The feeling of him everywhere and his lustful words bring you to your climax. Your back arches, your chest flush against his. You flutter around him, milking him consistently. Your head feels light and you grab onto his back and you ride out your high.

Sylus cums soon after, working you through your orgasm set him off. You feel him unload inside you, thickness and warmth invading you and the feeling euphoric. His face is resting in the crook of your neck and his breathing is heavy. His chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. You stroke his back and he slumps on top of you, beads of sweat formed on his skin.

“I should have said it sooner, and I'm sorry you had to say it first. But I love you, more than you know. Will you stay with me? Will you be mine?”, he asks looking back into your eyes. You smile and kiss the tip of his nose.

“Yes Sylus, I’ll be yours”

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆꒷꒦꒷⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

a/n: hhheeeyyyyy so I know I was supposed to post my Xavier fluff first but I couldn’t help it this smut was on my mind so I had to write it first IM SORRY!

Xavier will be coming soon I promise, I won’t let my fellow Xavier girlies down <3 Also how was banner pulls for you guys? I R1d all of the guys oops :P

[adore-gregor]

study smart not hard (altough both is best actually) this saying is so true

[hangingslothcentral]

whenever i start a new project, i find myself going on a little journey across the internet looking for advice on starting new projects. i know how to do it, but i'm always curious about other people's ideas. most of the stuff i read is aimed at new creators who don't know how to get things off the ground at all.

one thing that strikes me about it is that there isn't really any consensus about how to start something, and i think that's really great! there's a million ways to approach a problem, and (short of solutions which harm or exploit others) none of them are wrong if they're the one that's working best for you.

still, a significant number of the articles i read position themselves as having The Answer for how to make a thing. i think a lot of people sorta feel they have to frame their advice like this in order to give the impression that they know what they're talking about.

sometimes as i'm reading i get gripped with a sense of panic about it, a feeling of 'oh no i'm doing things WRONG', or concern that two ideas about new approaches which I've found would be interesting to try cannot be applied at the same time to the same project.

but! advice between one article and the next isn't necessarily going to carry over or map on perfectly. many pieces of advice about starting projects is going to be contradictory based on your sources. it makes me wonder how many people get caught in a loop of trying to take ALL the advice, even when it would be impossible to do so.

sometimes ripping out your whole process and starting from the ground up is the best thing you can do, creatively, but in many circumstances, taking the pieces of advice which will most meaningfully help you redirect your existing skills whilst leaving behind the things that don't serve you? that's also a valid and worthwhile thing to do!

drawing on the knowledge and experience of others is an important practice whatever stage you're at in your life as a creator of things. learning new methods and techniques can help you develop your own practice and sharing knowledge is incredibly important. just remember that there are many ways to solve the same problem, and part of what makes your creations unique are your approaches as an individual. it is impossible to take all of the advice! do continue to seek it out, and also know that you're not disrespecting it by deciding it's not something which will help.

above all, keep creating stuff!

--- Eira xxx

[iristarotreader]

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⋆˚꩜｡ pile I ⋆˚꩜｡

⭑.ᐟ OH MY GOD BABE you've got the energy that makes people question, "do i want to be them or do i want to be WITH them?". like i'm not even being dramatic when i tell you that your energy is so positive and so comforting. you've got this magnetic pull which makes people want to be around you all the time. you're genuine, kind, and you just have this way with people. people are just naturally drawn towards you. you're irresistible because you always go out of your way to make others feel better about themselves. you're a girl's girl. no matter what the situation may be, you're always the hype-girl/boy. you make people feel good about themselves and people just love spending time in your energy. you're the life of the party and you radiate warmth. people can't ignore your presence and your laughter fills the room. you're irresistible because you form deep emotional bonds with people and they feel seen and valued by you. you attract a lot of attention and i wouldn't be surprised if people develop small crushes over you. and by people, i mean A LOT of people.

you effortlessly handle responsibilities and nothing seems too hard for you. there's no such thing as "impossible" for you. YOU GET THE WORK DONE PERIOD. in time of pressure, you flawlessly find solutions and this is such an irresistible fact about you. UGH I'M DRAWN TO YOUR ENERGY BECAUSE HOW DO YOU DO THAT PILE 1 LIKE GIMME YOUR SECRETS PLEASE. you can handle ANYTHING and you're not the type to give up that easily. you're a fighter and you're not going to rest until you're satisfied with your work. no matter how hard things get, you always, and i mean ALWAYS find a way to balance things out. your determination and your focus is what makes you irresistible. you're a great observer and i also see you taking on others' burdens just to see them smile. oh, how precious you are pile 1.

your ability to solve conflicts and bring people together is what makes you so irresistible. people can't help but listen to you. you're just a natural leader, love. people obey you. people want to obey you. you are a guardian to them and you give great advice. your intelligent nature and your responsible personality is what draws people towards you.

what makes you so irresistible is your nurturing capacity. you make people feel at ease and you actually heal their inner child. people feel so safe with you and i see that you're willing to make sacrifices just to see others smile. you have this touch of wisdom and innocence to your energy. you're empathetic and people naturally open up to you. your understanding nature and your empathetic nature is what makes you irresistible. ⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⋆˚꩜｡ pile II ⋆˚꩜｡

⭑.ᐟ your enthusiasm and your curious nature is what makes you irresistible, my lovely pile 2. your interest to learn and improve yourself makes you irresistible. people love your youthful energy and your adventurous spirit. you make people feel themselves again, you know? your determination to learn and motivate others is what sets you apart. your perspectives and your vision is what makes you so irresistible. people look at you and say, "i wish my mind worked like theirs". you're an inspiration to a lot of people. they love your ability to see the good in bad. your optimistic mindset is appreciated by many. your free spirit and your enthusiasm to learn more is what makes you irresistible.

your discipline and your versatility is what makes you irresistible. your patience and your ability to trust in the process makes people drawn towards you. even though things might not be going too well for you, you never fail to smile and be your joyful self. you make people feel proud about their achievements - no matter how big or small they are - and people love how you make them feel validated and seen. people know that they can trust and rely on you. people tend to put their trust in you very easily and this can say how much of a reliable person you are.

okay now this is the important part of your reading that i have been wanting to talk to you about from the start. during the beginning of your reading, i got a feeling about your family/friends or something related to traditional rules (i hope i'm making sense here). what i'm sensing here is that you have broken the traditional ties of your family and you are living your life the way you want instead of falling under the traditional norms. and guess what? to my surprise, the 10 of pentacles fell out in reverse and my oracle card that talks about issues with family also fell out. you're not the type to let anyone control your life and this is what makes you irresistible. your rebellion, individuality and your challenging nature is what makes you so irresistible. you're not the type to follow the norms - no. you're a rule-breaker. a hot rule-breaker, even. sometimes you might feel out of place and you try to blend in with others, but you know that's not who you are. you have a difficult time finding your calling and i'm seeing that you tend to change your aesthetics a lot.

due to your rebellious nature, i'm seeing that the older generations are not a fan of your style and they do not approve of your personal identity. however, i do see that people will slowly try to understand you and will try to build a good relationship with you.

your emotional maturity and your ability to forgive people and move forward with a greater understanding is what makes you so irresistible. regardless of how badly people have treated you, you still try to maintain a harmonious relationship with them and you try to understand their side of the story. your forgiving nature is what makes you irresistible, my pile 2. ⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

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⭑.ᐟ OKAY WOW PILE 3 you give me the, "put your faith in me and i will never break your trust" energy. people feel drawn to you because they know that no matter what happens, you will always have their back. you're their saviour. you're their armor. your loyalty and your dependability is what makes you so irresistible. omg i’m not even kidding when i tell you that you give me "soldier" energy. you protect the people you love and you're the type of person who is willing to take a bullet for them. you won't hesitate to stand up for the people you care about and i also see you being an inspiration for others. your advice and your positive energy is what makes you irresistible. you're a spiritual person and you give me this energy where you "guide" people into becoming better. many people depend on you for emotional support.

oh my pile 3, you have this confidence and grace that just PULLS people in. LIKE HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO DO THAT??? you have this prestigious aura and i’m seeing that people of the opposite sex find you irresistible. they want to take a bite of you. they think that you're a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and they just want to win you over. but here's the thing, you don't let their money talk nor their heart win you over. you're aware of their intentions and your self-respect is just ughhhh like damn I WANNA BE YOU. you know your worth and you know that these people are just distractions.

your motivation and your hard working nature is what makes you irresistible. you don't settle for less - AS YOU SHOULDN'T BABE. there's something safe, trustworthy and comforting about you. your energy is just flawless, love. people WANT you.

your ability to understand people's mistakes and their past is what makes you irresistible. the way you help people move on while also healing your wounds is what makes you so so damn beautiful, my love. you're vulnerable when you need to be and you're not afraid to show your weakness to the ones you love. your raw feelings and your emotional depth is what sets you apart. and the fact that you embrace people's flaws is just beautiful. you accept people for who they are and your non-judgemental nature is what makes you irresistible.

i wouldn't be surprised if many people ask you out or if they will ask you out soon because can you even blame them? you're such a beautiful person inside out and people can't help but fall in love with you. your ability to love - let it be romantic or platonic - is what makes you irresistible. pile 3, you're not afraid to show your love. many people view it as a weakness but you my love, you don't. you believe that love is the strongest form of emotion one can possess and that's what makes you irresistible. and when you love, you love with your entire heart.

i'm also seeing that you're physically alluring. like you are the standard babe. people can't take their eyes off you. your dedication to keep yourself healthy and fit is what makes you so irresistible because it takes a lot of willpower and dedication to be so committed. (this can also apply for your emotional well-being as well).

the fact that you'll not hesitate to sacrifice a part of yourself for the betterment of others is what makes you so irresistible. you're the type to put aside your own needs for the sake of others. you care more about others than yourself and people can't help but feel drawn to your energy. but please be careful, there might be some people who will try to take advantage of your caring nature. ⭑.ᐟ

𓂃 𓈒𓏸‪‪ˎˊ˗

⭑.ᐟ hello, thank you so much for making it till the end and i hope you could resonate with my reading. i would really appreciate it if you could like and reblog my post as it would mean a lot to me!! i'd love to hear which pile you picked and what resonated with you. take care and i hope you have a lovely day/night -`♡´-

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[loudstan]

You promised

Summary: Jisung unlocked a new fear: you leaving him.

Pairing: Werewolf Jisung X noona female reader

Warnings: smut, insecurities, jealousy, mentions of baby traping, switch Jisung, handcuffs, some angst (you know me)

Note: the first scene takes place during Chenle’s story, so if you haven’t read that one it may be confusing, but you don’t need it. And to my followers: thanks for waiting! This is just a short scenario to get back into writing and grammar/spelling wasn’t checked but oh what the hell, enjoy!

“A WHAT?!”

Jisung's usually deep and quiet voice turned into an uncharacteristic squeal as a response to what his best friend had just confessed. Any other day he would have immediately apologized to the other customers, who jumped and turned around, surprised at his sudden yell, but he was so scandalized that all he cared about right now was for Chenle to tell him he had misheard him.

“A memory loss spell…,” Chenle repeated, his eyes looking empty as he took another sip of beer.

“WHA–,” Jisung caught himself before he could scare everyone in the pub again and proceeded by lowering his voice. “But you two are mated!”

Chenle nodded slowly. “And we are so bad at it that our pack leader himself told us we were better off never seeing each other again. Forgetting the other ever exists.”

Jisung opened and closed his mouth dumbly before trying to come up with an alternative solution. “You guys j-just need some time and–”

“We've been together for months, Jisung. She…,” Chenle sighed and entangled his fingers in his hair with frustration. “She hates me…”

There was a moment of agonizing silence until Jisung's own eyes became watery when he heard a quiet sob coming from Chenle.

“But…” the younger one insisted. “It was so hard for you two to get together…you c-can't just forget everything…”

“Maybe it was hard because we weren't meant to be together,” Chenle said bitterly, still hiding his face behind his palms, like this would keep the other from finding out tears were rolling down his cheeks. “I literally forced her to stay with me and it still didn't work.”

Jisung’s hand hesitantly reached for one of Chenle's to uncover his face and meet his reddened, swollen eyes. “There has to be another way, Chenle.”

Chenle forced a weak smile. “Yeah? What would you do if your mate hated you so much she wanted to forget you and leave you behind?”

Jisung froze. His brain couldn't even phantom the idea of his mate leaving him. He had assumed once a wolf had bitten his partner they were bonded together forever. He had had a really hard time making you understand that he was serious about you and accepting him as a mate. But now he was finding out that not even the mark on your neck could secure you by his side.

“Why? Did she say something to you?” Jisung finally asked, tightening his grasp on Chenle’s wrist.

“No, why would your mate tell me–?” It was Chenle's turn to be confused. “She and I barely interact unless you're around. You know that.”

“Then why would you say that?” The younger wolf insisted, not letting go of the other.

“I was just asking what you would do if she wanted to leave–”

“She won't,” Jisung stated. “She fucking won't.”

“I'm not saying she will!” Chenle insisted, with a frustrated groan and forcing Jisung's fingers to let go of him. “I'm asking for advice! What would you do in this kind of situation?”

Jisung sat back and exhaled shakily, trying to get a grip. Right, you weren't actually leaving him. It was all hypothetical, because you would never ever do that to him. It was impossible, considering the way you looked at him with so much attention and adoration that he often forgot what he wanted to say and blushed like an idiot. Or the way you played with his hair when you cuddled. Or the way you stuttered whenever you paid close attention to his hands. Or the way your body arched when he touched you…

No, he was sure you would never do that to him. But if he ever found out you had such thoughts he would–

“Take her far away,” he murmured, still lost in his thoughts, and not even aware he was saying it out loud. “Somewhere no one else could find us. Just the two of us. And keep her there for as long as I have until she changes her mind. Make sure she needs me the way I need her. Baby trap her if I have to–”

“You're terrified of children,” Chenle pointed out, taking Jisung out of his trance.

JIsung blinked quickly and looked at Chenle with wide eyes. “Huh?”

“Being a dad scares you,” Chenle reminded him, arching his eyebrows inquisitively. “Yet you said you would… baby trap your mate?”

“B-baby–,” Jisung stuttered, blushing. “I didn't…I– did I?”

Chenle squinted at him, momentaneously forgetting about his own problem because something was clearly wrong with Jisung as well. “Are you having your rut anytime soon?”

“Yeah, I–this weekend probably, uh…yeah…”

“That's why you're saying weird things…” Chenle sighed. “You have the most possessive instinct I've ever seen in a werewolf.”

Jisung laughed awkwardly.

Chenle analyzed the younger man as he fidgeted on his chair. For a while now, he had been wondering if they were losing Jisung to his animal side because sometimes he did and said things that his introvert best friend would never.

Should he alert the others? Just in case?

His thoughts were interrupted by Jisung spilling beer all over his clothes and clumsily trying to clean up after himself. Chenle snorted and grabbed some tissues to help him.

What was he even thinking?

Jisung wasn't dangerous.

So Chenle pushed those thoughts away to focus on his own problems with his partner.

Jisung, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about that stupid hypothetical scenario. He kept telling himself that things were fine, that you had shown no sign of wanting to end things and that he had nothing to worry about.

Until the moment his rut was due.

You both had planned to spend it together in your apartment, because he was too shy to do it at his place, with the rest of the pack around. He showed up with a backpack with clothes and some essentials, trembling hands, and a light blush on his cheeks. The implications of what he was here to do made him feel dirty, but at the same time he had been anticipating this all week. His rut hadn’t started yet, but he was already feeling a little feverish and weak, so you made sure to take good care of him by drying his hair after a shower, feeding him something light, and cuddling him to sleep.

You caressed his face gently as he inhaled and exhaled peacefully. He was adorable. It was hard to believe he had presented as an alpha.

You pressed your thighs together at the memories flooding your head. You were feeling a bit needy since the moment he had shown up at your door, but you knew it was better to let him rest during pre-rut, so you pulled away and got up, walking out of the room quietly.

Grabbing your phone and your wallet, you decided to go to a store nearby before it was too late, so you could buy some extra snacks. Last time Jisung had devoured everything he could find in your kitchen once he wasn’t feeling horny anymore, so it was better to be prepared. But as soon as you opened the front door, it was slammed closed by Jisung, who was towering over you from behind.

“Where are you going?” his raspy deep voice asked, panting next to your ear.

“I–,” You tried to turn around to face him but he growled, so you stayed still. “I was g-gonna buy us some snacks–”

“We have plenty,” he said curtly. “You checked earlier.”

“We could get some more, you know, just in case?”

“In case of what?”

“In case you need more food? You’re a big boy and–”

“Man.”

Right, he hated you calling him that. “You’re a grown man,” you rephrased, stressing the word that seemed to be so important to him. “And you may get hungry.”

“Hungry?” he echoed, taking a step back to give you some space to turn around and look into your eyes. He didn’t seem to fully believe you.

“Yes. So don’t worry about it, and go back to bed, okay?” you said, pushing him lightly to guide him back to the bedroom.

But suddenly he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the room with him, locking the door behind him and leaning on it as if he was guarding it.

“You can’t,” he said, barely audibly.

“What?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“You can’t leave me,” he clarified, speaking up slightly. “You s-said– you said you would spend my rut with me.”

“I–, it’s just the store…”

Lies.

“Lies,” Jisung repeated what the voice in his head told him.

“Wha– why would I lie about that?” you asked, cupping his face.

“You can’t forget me,” he pleaded.

“Forget you?”

“You regret this,” he rambles incoherently. “You regret us.”

“No!” you quickly reassured him, pressing your palm more firmly against his fevered cheeks. “Of course not! I love you.”

His gaze softened and he nosed your palm. “Promise?”

“I promise,” you whispered.

Jisung fought the voice in his head telling him that you’re deceiving him. That you’re waiting for him to lower his guard to sneak out and disappear forever.

With a pained groan he pulled you closer by your waist and kissed you urgently, hoping this would shut his wolf up. And it worked, for a moment, because he was very distracted by your tiny gasp and your fingertips grazing his nape.

But it came back quickly. As he walked you back to the bed and pushed you gently on it, his wolf insisted.

She’s playing dumb.

Jisung glared at you, but he didn’t see any malice in your flustered, confused, pretty face. He shook his head, as a way to tell his wolf that he was being stupid and got on top of you occupying himself by placing wet kisses on your neck and collarbone.

You’re a poor excuse of an alpha.

He growled, giving you goosebumps and wondering what had him so worked up.

You think she’ll stay with you, when you’ve barely presented?

She doesn’t actually see you as a man. You have to remind her all the time.

He sucked on your neck and dug his fingers into your waist.

“Jisungie…”

She’s leaving as soon as she finds out about the memory spell.

“Fuck,” he growled, and his fingertips were pressed a little bit too hard on your soft skin.

“Ji, hold on–” you winced, grabbing his hands and trying to soften his grip.

If you don’t do something, she’ll disappear.

“FUCK! I KNOW!” he exclaimed, grabbing your wrists and holding them above your head, catching you by surprise.

You look up at him with wide eyes, wondering what you have done to upset him. His furious expression switches to a remorseful one.

“I–uh…I wasn’t yelling at you, noona…”

“...Then who?” you barely whispered.

“Me…I mean, not me, but…that side of me,” he mumbled.

You gulp and try to free your hands, but his grip tightens. “What is that side of you saying?”

He shook his head. “Nothing, it’s dumb,” he said quickly.

“It’s not dumb if it makes you react like this,” you insist.

He keeps quiet, biting his lip. “Just…don’t go, kay?” he finally says.

You nod. “If we need more food I’ll just order some.”

“No, I don’t mean–,” he sighed. “Not just the store. I mean…in general.”

“Ji, I’m your girlfriend,” you rolled your eyes. “And I literally have your mark on my neck. Where would I go?”

“What if there was a way to leave me, even after being marked?”

“Like what?” you asked, genuinely curious, but he mistook your curiosity for eagerness.

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asked with an accusatory tone.

“Oh my god, Jisung,” you laughed incredulously. “You are the one who brought it up! I just asked a question!”

“Don’t laugh at me, noona,” he warned you, but his voice broke.

At that moment you understood that his pre-rut was probably messing with his head and that he really thought you wanted to leave him.

“How can I prove it to you?” you asked him seriously. “What can I do?”

He licked his lips and his reddened eyes traveled from your face to your captive hands. “I don’t know if it would prove anything, but… it would make me feel…better.”

“Anything,” you encouraged him. “Just tell me what it is.”

“Okay, uh…I’m gonna– c-can you close your eyes?” he asked nervously. “And don’t move,” he added when he freed your hands.

You nodded and closed your eyes, trying to comply with his simple requests, knowing that he was in a very vulnerable state and needed as much reassurance as possible. You felt his presence gone when he got up, his hurried steps, the zipper of his backpack, and what sounded like him looking for something. Then, he hurried back, and you felt the warmth emanating from his body on top of yours, while something tickled your wrists and then, a sudden click sound made you snap your eyes open.

“Jisung?” you opened your eyes to see his hungry gaze fixated on your wrists, which you couldn’t move. You looked up to see both of your hands handcuffed to the bed frame, with a pink fluffy pair of cuffs adorning your wrists like bracelets. “Ji, what–”

“Haechan hyung gave these to me,” he said, sitting back to appreciate the view. “I know he was just trying to mess with me when he packed them in my bag, but…they ended up being useful…”

You laughed nervously. You had never had your movements restricted in this type of context, and Jisung being the one to do it was unexpected. “Ji, there’s no need for this. I told you I won’t go anywhere.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, touching the cuffs and grazing your forearm delicately. “Now you won’t.”

“Then how am I going to touch you?” you pouted, trying to reason with him.

He halted and frowned. He hadn’t considered that. He really liked you touching him, but was it safe to uncuff you now?

Absolutely not.

“Later,” he declared.

“Later when?”

He bit his lip. For him, later meant when your legs were trembling so much you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. “Later,” he repeated.

“Can I at least get a kiss, then?” you asked.

“...You want that?”

“Do I want to kiss my handsome boyfriend? Duh, of course, Ji!”

A timid smile formed on his lips. For a moment he forgot all the negative thoughts that had plagued his mind and all he saw was you, pliant under him, wanting him, loving him.

He leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on your lips, delighted at the way you immediately whined when he pulled away.

“Want more?”

You nodded and he kissed you again, licking your bottom lip suggestively only to pull away again when you parted your lips.

“Ji…”

“Hm?”

“More…”

He complied, kissing you slowly and sensually, occasionally pulling away only to hear you whine and press his lips on yours more urgently than before.

But of course his wolf wasn’t done tormenting him.

She’s trying to free herself.

His hands flew to your wrists to check that the cuffs hadn’t magically opened during your makeout session.

“What are you doing?” he asked agitatedly, as the insecurities started coming back.

“Kissing you?” you breathed out confusedly.

Distracting you.

“You keep pulling at the cuffs,” he said, looking at you like you with wide eyes, like you had betrayed him.

“I didn’t– I didn’t even notice, I–..I just wanted to feel you closer…”

You could tell by his conflicted expression that he didn’t believe it.

“Ji, don’t you trust me?”

His eyes widened and he withdrew his hands. “I…I trust you but…”

He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth dumbly. He trusted you. He loved you. But his stupid rut was making him dumb and his wolf kept telling him that you were still trying to distract him. Maybe it would shut up if he was the one distracting you instead.

Before you could ask him to explain what was wrong, he repositioned himself between your legs and took off your shorts swiftly.

You gasped and tried to close your legs out of reflex, but he held them open effortlessly by grabbing your knees, his eyes fixated on the wet patch on your panties.

“Ji?”

He let out a sound between a moan and a relieved sigh. You were turned on because of him. You weren’t lying when you said you wanted him. He caressed your mound with his fingertips, barely grazing the fabric, but it was enough to have your legs flinching.

Taste her.

Fuck yes, they finally agreed on something. He nodded quickly (to what, you didn’t know) and removed the tiny piece of clothing from you before diving in. He made out with your folds gently, adding his tongue to the formula encouraged by your moans.

“You’re so good at this, Jisungie…” you praised, lost in pleasure.

He moaned and humped the bed, sucking a bit harder.

“Ah!” you gasped, opening your legs wider for him. “Can tell you ate out a lot of girls…”

He shook his head absentmindedly, unconsciously creating a new pattern with his tongue that made you see stars.

“No?” you insisted. “Are you sure?”

His eyebrows furrowed, and he detached his lips from your center to look up at you, confused. Why were you talking about other girls? “What?”

“Just a thought…” you murmured, looking away, a little embarrassed. This was something that had bugged you since your first time with him, but you hadn’t been dating for long and there had been no chance to bring it up. He knew about your past with Jaehyun, but he never mentioned anything about his previous partners. It shouldn’t matter, but you were so curious…and maybe a bit insecure. Now you felt silly. “It’s nothing–”

“Tell me,” he commanded. His voice was soft, but firm.

You sighed. “Remember our first time together?”

He hummed and kissed your inner thigh. How could he forget?

“Well…you uh…acted like you knew exactly what to do…”

He blushed. “Oh…”

“Yep…” you nodded, waiting for him to admit to his promiscuous past.

“I just–I read online what girls like…” he hesitated. “I watched some videos too…I wasn’t too sure about what you would be into, so I just did whatever that felt right…”

“There’s no way that was the first time you gave someone head,” you said incredulously.

“It was…”

“You even made me sit on your face!”

He groaned, pressing his hips harder on the mattress at the memory. “Did you like it?”

“Y-yes, but…”

“It was so good…” he whispered, going back to flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh…” you arched your back and tried to remember what you were talking about.

“T-then…to the other girls, the ones before me–”

“There’s no one before you,” he said between licks.

“R-right, like a guy like you doesn’t–ah! d-doesn’t have girls lining up to suck you off…”

He paused and looked up at you again. “Noona, are you…jealous?”

You could feel your ears getting hot at the accusation and looked away.

“You are!” he exclaimed. He sounded relieved. Happy even.

She’s possessive of you too.

The sound of his laugh angered you a little, but you couldn’t think of a comeback with the way he suddenly sucked your clit into his mouth and moaned loudly.

“AH! F-fuck!” you moaned, fighting the cuffs uselessly.

He circled your clit with his tongue a few times before going down a little to circle your entrance. You squealed when his tongue entered you, drinking all you had to offer. His eyes rolled back when he felt you contracting around the slippery muscle, and he went deeper, rubbing his nose on your clit just enough to make you come with a gasp, releasing directly in his mouth.

He licked you clean softly until your legs were shaking, landing one last kiss on your hip and resting his head on your stomach before he spoke again. “You’re the only one I’ve done this with, noona.”

You breathed out shakily. “What about o-other things?”

“Went on a few dates when I was a teen. Nothing serious,” he admitted. “And there was this girl…she gave me a handjob a couple of years ago…”

You felt your stomach drop. Jealousy really was an ugly feeling. But you tried not to sound too disappointed. “Oh, that’s…nice…”

“I moaned your name,” he confessed.

“You WHAT?!”

“I had already imprinted on you,” he mumbled, drawing figures with his finger on your belly. “I was really horny but you wouldn’t even look at me. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try…maybe gain some experience…but it didn’t feel good and I uh– couldn’t cum until I thought about you and then–yeah…”

“...That’s it?”

“Well, she told everyone I was small down there after that incident, so not many girls tried to approach me. I didn’t want anyone else so it worked out great, I guess…” he murmured, kissing his way back to your center. “And then I finally got to make you mine…”was the last thing he said before he started eating you out again.

“Jisung! Hold on, w-wait–” you squirmed under him, because there was no way he was planning to keep going when you were still sensitive from the previous orgasm.

“Don’t move,” he groaned.

“I think one w-was enough–ah!”

“But you said I was good,” he reasoned, giving you a long lick.

“Y-you are, Ji, you’re s’ good b-but– Oh, my g-god!” you moaned when he gave your clit little kitten licks that added to the painful pleasure. “Jisung, Jisungie, please–”

He circled your thighs with his arms and sucked hard, chuckling when you screamed his name.

She’s perfect like this.

“Ji, p-please, please,” you mumbled, shaking like a leaf at the new orgasm approaching too fast, too strong, too much–”JISUNG! F–...Aaah!”

He hummed, approving of the embarrassing sound that escaped your lips as you came in record time because of him. He rutted the bed and his dick twitched at the thought of doing it again and again–

“Jisungie, no m-more…” you begged, tugging at the cuffs desperately.

He sighed and climbed up to grab your wrists. “Stop that,” he warned you. “I told you already: you can’t leave.”

“I’m not trying to leave,” you whined.

“Then stop squirming and let me make you feel good,” he said, trying to go down on you again only for you to quickly close your legs and turn to your side. “Noona!”

You shook your head and he growled, easily manhandling your legs open for him to fit between them once again.

“Enough,” he said, his voice sounding deeper, dangerous. His red eyes and his body temperature made it clear that his rut was about to start, and his alpha instinct was not happy with your behavior. “You’re my mate,” he reminded you, like you could ever forget that.

You nodded.

She’s yours.

“You’re mine,” he said, pinching the soft skin of your thigh.

“Y-yes…,” you whimpered.

You can–

“--Taste you as many times as I want,” he declared, starting to lower his head again.

“BUT–But I want to taste you too,” you said quickly.

Jisung visually malfunctioned, halting his movement and looking at you with wide eyes, then frowning like he thought you may be deceiving him.

“Please, Ji, don’t you want my mouth?”

He could feel the precum staining his pajama pants. “Noona’s mouth?”

Instead of replying, you parted your lips, opening wide and sticking your tongue out slightly, all while maintaining eye contact with him and being cuffed to the bed. No video online had prepared Jisung for such a view.

He had never moved so fast in his life, straddling your chest and pulling the elastic of his pants down just enough for his erection to pop out.

“Want it,” he panted, placing his hips closer to your face. When he felt the first lick on the tip he moaned loudly, grabbing onto the very same bed frame you were cuffed to for support. “Yes, noona, please– Oh!”

You circled the head with your tongue playfully before bobbing your head slightly, loving the way his abdomen contracted and his head fell back in pleasure.

“I love your mouth so much, noona–” he rambled, trying his best (and failing miserably) not to thrust his hips into the delicious warmth.”C-can you take some more?? Just a little–Ooohh yes, yes–Ah!”

You felt a little bad for all those girls who blindly believed he had a small dick and avoided him in the past, because they clearly missed out, but at the same time you were thankful that only you could see him like this. You had never been too possessive but for him… you obviously were.

He lowered his hips even more, caging you under him and starting to fuck into your mouth. “I’m gonna—just ah…just like this– you don’t mind, yeah, noona?”

You moaned, making his legs tremble due to the pleasurable vibrations. “Fuuuck,” he groaned, grabbing your hair with one of his hands to keep you in place as he went faster, deeper. “Yeah, noona, like t-that ah, ah, haa…” he let out a whimper when you gagged.

It felt so good he just had to use his other hand too, now grabbing your head with both of them to bring you impossibly closer. You choked and teared up when your nose touched his navel, and nothing could describe the bliss that took over him, finally cumming down your throat with a deep groan.

“Oh–Ooohhh, f-fuck…”

You coughed and whined when he finally let go of your head, trying to calm down the burning sensation in your throat. Once the tears subsided and you were able to focus again, you noticed that your boyfriend’s hard cock was still on your face, as he jerked off furiously.

“Haa, haa…” he panted heavily, getting off at the beautiful sight under him.

“Jisung–” you were interrupted by your own gasp at the drops landing on your face.

“Aaah!” he moaned, forcing himself to keep his eyes open to watch his cum paint your face. “Pretty, s-so pretty…” he sighed, finally slowing down to a stop and climbing off you…and going straight back to eating you out.

“NO!” You shrieked, squirming and kicking.

“You’re wet again,” he pointed out, not bothered by your aimless kicks, still licking your folds.

“Of course I’m wet! I’m with you,” you tried to defend yourself.

He let out a soft moan. “You can’t say something like that and not expect me to pleasure you until you go numb.”

“I want you to fuck me!” you whined, making him malfunction for the second time in a day.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, boring his eyes into you.

“Please, alpha,fuck me–”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. Actually, you couldn’t even finish the sentence before he was sitting up and sliding into you, causing you to let out a broken moan. It had been a couple of weeks since you last had him inside of you like this. Not because you weren’t horny, but because he insisted on letting you rest as much as possible before his rut to avoid hurting you. But what he achieved instead was to make both of you lose your minds as soon as he entered you.

“Haa…” he let out a shaky breath, pulling out and pushing back in weakly, fighting the dizziness that took over his body.

You tugged again, desperately wanting to touch him. “Ji, take these off,” you begged.

He shook his head. “I like you like this,” he admitted, fucking into you again.

You whined. “I want them off!” you insisted.

“And I want to keep you tied to the bed forever,” he whispered, drunk in pleasure and lust, accelerating the movement of his hips to have you moaning weakly. “Pumping you full again, a-and again–Mmh…waking you up with m-my tongue that y-you like aah…you like s’much…”

You curled your legs around his waist, bringing your bodies closer together and he sobbed.

“N-noona…Close–” he admitted, embarrassed. There was something so arousing about having you so vulnerable under him, with no choice but to take everything he gave you.

Pups.

He gasped and stilled his hips, much to your dismay. You tried to move under him, tried to make him hit that spot again, but he quickly grabbed your hips too and kept them in place.

“One s-second, noona…” he said with a pained tone.

“It’s okay, Ji, I’m close too,” you assured him, not knowing what the real problem was.

“That’s not–”

Give her your pups.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, looking at your belly.

Now, before she tries to leave again.

He quickly looked at your wrists which already had some marks due to the chaffing of the cuffs, and then back at your stomach.

“Jisung?” you asked nervously. Something was off with him since he arrived. He looked like he was constantly fighting something, but what?

He finally looked into your eyes, and his were clouded with tears.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Do your wrists hurt?” he asked back, his voice barely audible.

“Oh,” you had forgotten about it for a minute. “Just a little,” you admitted. “But if it makes you feel more at ease…”

As soon as you said you felt pain, even if it was just a little, he reached for the key on the nightstand and unlocked the handcuffs. He waited anxiously for your next move, but you immediately grabbed onto him, pulling his upper body towards you and hugging him tightly.

You felt him sigh on your neck and pepper it with kisses. “You’re staying?”

“Of course I am,” you said. “Do you trust me?” you asked once again.

He nodded.

“Then I want you to relax and let me do something, okay?”

He nodded again, but he tensed when he felt you push against his chest.

“It’s okay,” you assured him.

He slowly relaxed and let you move, and in a few seconds you had him on his back with you on top, his hard cock still pulsating inside of you. With wild eyes, he moaned softly at the sight. Having you under him was hot, but you on top was crazy. He didn’t think he could choose. His hands immediately held onto your waist as you started bouncing on his cock hard and fast. If he was close before, he was going to explode now.

Cum inside.

He whined, but he didn’t have the strength nor the will to stop you. Instead, he thrust up into you, trying to ignore his wolf’s words. He looked up at you, eyes full of doubt.

“Wanna cum inside, baby boy?” you purred, feeling your climax approach again.

Yesyesyesyes…

His mouth opened into a silent moan, and he nodded.

You smiled and leaned in for a kiss, moaning as he held you in place to take his thrusts.

Fuck her until it takes.

He shook his head. “Noona’s on the pill,” he mumbled against your lips, licking your lips and swallowing your moans while saying (what you thought were) incoherent words. “‘s okay, it;s okay it’s…It’s s-safe…”

“That’s what’s been bothering you?” you laughed softly, kissing his cheek lovingly. “It’s not the first t-time we do this, y-you know it’s safe–AH!”

It wasn’t the first time you slept together, but it was the first time his wolf asked asked for pups and Jisung was freaking out because now was a terrible moment to be a dad but —

“Noona, noona, noona–oh, oh, oh–OOOHH!”

He let go, and his knot finally started forming, keeping you both in place while he filled you with his seed, and his wolf purred with delight. You rutted against his pelvis a couple of times until your own body trembled with pleasure, collapsing on top of him and into his arms. He held you tightly and let you rest for a bit. After all, this had just been his pre-rut. You both needed to rest before the actual rut started.

Pups…

He nodded, smiling dumbly and allowing himself to enjoy this fantasy only this time.

[cryptidghostgirl]

omg omg omg totally new silly idea- human! alastor x human! reader where they meet at a party and go outside for a walk near the pier and the moon is beautiful and… they pull out weapons on each other (specifically Alastor a knife and reader a gun) and thats when they decide to form a partner in crime partnership

And in other to keep appearances they are forced to “fake date”

Mimzy: youve been spending some time with that new girl havent you, is she your gf or smth?” chuckle

Naize 20 yr old smth Alastor trying to think of a response thats not that:...

Mimzy: OMG IS SHE?

Alastor: sureeeeee

And they aren't actually into each other until a lot later into their partnership when they’re chasing some guy and reader gets to them first and just starts going at it “hey man i think hes had enough” “YOU WANT WHAT HES HAVING???” thpe shit

and Alastor has to catch his breath and he lowkey thinks hes dying because his heart starts beating a lot, And he goes again to mimzy for advice cuz i dont think he has anu friends and shes like “oh sweetie…”

And because its quite impossible to not get attached at one point theyre in another chase and reader starts laughing hysterically like “did you see him trying to run away??? lmao” and he goes “I couldnt take my eyes off you” and then just grabs her face and SMOOCH >:)

I think its a good trope- fake dating to actual dating even if its. about. murderers- :3

A/N YOU GUYS COME UP WITH THE BEST REQUESTS JESUS CHRIST!!! Also I promise I will get to the rest of the requests this weekend, I had two exams today so this is the only thing I am gonna post. Sorry.

Cover Up (Human!Alastor x Human!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: uh, murder. Mild gore. Violence. Weapons.

Word Count: 4,460 (I went a little overboard with this one)

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"I'll walk her home, don't worry Mimzy." Alastor was saying as Y/n pulled her coat over her shoulders.

The noises of the party still raging on filtered into the grand entryway of the house, muffled through the walls. Mimzy shot her two friends a suspicious look.

"It's nothing like that, Mimz." Y/n sighed, straightening the collar of her fur coat, "I just asked cause of all those murders in the news. Kinda freaky, don't you think? I don't really wanna be out alone at night and Al here was kind enough to offer."

Mimzy crossed her arms, eyebrows raised.

"Sure." she teased.

"Mimzy." Alastor sighed in response and she put her hands up in false surrender.

"Sorry! Sorry." she hummed playfully, "I know you two free birds would never."

Alastor rolled his eyes and, turning to Y/n, held out his arm. She took it daintily, a grateful smile on her face. The pair had just met a few hours earlier but had quickly fallen into a casual camaraderie. He lead her from the house, Mimzy calling her goodnights and wishes for their safety after their retreating forms.

It was a mostly quiet walk through the desolate midnight streets of New Orleans. Y/n hummed softly, kicking a can along with the toes of her healed shoes.

"You'll ruin them that way, wont you?" Alastor asked, feigning concern.

Y/n just shrugged.

"They're shoes. Yeah, they're nice but I wont let that stop me from living. Let's stop by the water, it's so pretty tonight."

Alastor turned slightly, looking out at the Mississippi with it's slightly turbid waters reflecting the light of the stars. He tried not to smile, it was like she wanted him to carry out his intended work. She was making it so easy for him.

"Sure."

They turned towards the rail and Y/n let go of his arm, leaning her elbows against it. She let out a sigh of longing as her eyes tracked the ripples in the surface.

Alastor watched her for a moment, the moon illuminating her features. She was a handsome woman, there was no doubt about it. It had been proved to him tenfold by the amount of prospective partners she had turned down dances with at the party in favor of drinking with him at the bar. That was not what Alastor was interested in, however. Once he was sure she was distracted, once he was sure she had no intent to take her eyes from the glowing river, he looked down. Moving his coat slightly to the side, his hand quickly found its way to the hilt of the knife he had stashed in his waistband for just such an occasion.

He pulled it out, the weight familiar, almost comforting in a sense, in his hand. There was a click. He looked up, the blade pointed to its intended target.

Y/n was facing him now, a wry smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, she took a step forward. The muzzle of the gun, the cocking of which had been the source of the noise which had drawn his attention, just a few centimeters from his chest. The tip of his knife hovered indefinitely by the open center of her coat. He chuckled in amusement, eyebrows raised.

"I thought there were a few more bodies in the news than there should have been. A gun? Really?"

Y/n shrugged.

"I'm little. I don't have the privilege of being able to overpower my victims like you."

Alastor hummed softly. A slight breeze picked up, playing with the edges of their hair.

"What a shame."

Y/n laughed lightly.

"I don't think so. It works well enough."

"Those machines are inelegant, they are detached."

"And you prefer a sense of intimacy to be involved in all your escapades?"

Alastor removed the knife, holding it up to his eyes. He turned the blade over in his hand, examining it closely. Following suit, Y/n let her hand fall to her side, the gun still cocked should an occasion arise to use it.

"I have an idea." he suddenly announced.

"Oh?" Y/n asked.

She took a step back, returning to the water's edge. Alastor followed, leaning over the railing beside her. They watched one another closely, weapons still clutched loosely in their hands.

"Yep."

"You gonna tell me what it is or am I gonna have to guess?" Y/n teased after a moment, breaking the oddly comfortable silence that had fallen after Alastor's last words.

"There have been a few times, of late, where I've come a bit... uncomfortably close to being seen."

"Getting lazy." Y/n hummed, "Or maybe just cocky."

"It seems like you could use a hand, someone with brute strength in case anything goes wrong."

She scoffed, smiling just the slightest bit.

"Are you proposing we work together?"

"You're the one who said it, not me."

Y/n shook her head slightly, amused.

"How would I know you wouldn't just turn on me? End up killing me or decide not to step in if I needed help?"

"And how would I know that you wouldn't rat me out? Alert someone to where I was and what I was doing rather than telling me someone was coming? It's called trust, Y/n."

Y/n thought it over, fiddling with the gun in her grip as she did so. Alastor watched, seeing the gears turning in her mind through the light of her eyes.

"Fine." she said at last, un-cocking the gun and holding a hand out to him, "You've got yourself a deal."

Alastor smiled, slipping the knife back into his belt before grasping her hand in his. It was chilled by the air of the January night enveloping them.

"Deal."

Y/n quickly learned Alastor's preferred demographic. He had a penchant for angry men, drunks. Y/n had been a one off, a spur of the moment opportunity he had thought to take hold of. Alastor had not been like that for her. Y/n's preferred victims were also men. Anyone that showed any pressing interest in her, anyone who tried to take her home for the night, always ended up six feet under. For both, murder was a way of processing their personal experiences and traumas.

As a result of their deal, Y/n and Alastor began to spend more time together. They had to learn one another's intricacies, their ways of thinking, their nature of being. It was a necessity if anything was actually going to work. They both had rather busy work schedules, Alastor as a radio broadcaster with his very own show and Y/n as a seamstress at a local dress shop. Because of this, more often than not, the only time they had to get to know one another was through shared meals. Both of them had to eat, needed a lunch break or dinner. It was just what worked. Because of their slightly shared demographic of victim, they ended up in bars together quite frequently as well.

It was in one of these meet ups that they ran into their first difficulty. Y/n was sitting across a table from him outside a cafe, lazily sipping on a coffee as she perused the missing persons list in a newspaper. The newspaper was old, they were exchanging information about who was responsible for what. Working together didn't just mean knowing one another as they were now, but their histories as well.

They should have known not to sit in such a public place. Both had many connections in the city due to their jobs, though few friends. It just so happened on that day that the one true friend they did have in common was walking down the very street they sat on.

"Alastor?" Mimzy exclaimed, catching sight of his familiar face and moving towards their table.

Y/n folded the newspaper, placing it on the table as she turned towards the sound. Mimzy came to a stop, her brow furrowing in mild confusion as she saw her friend was not in fact alone.

"And Y/n, fancy meeting you two here."

"Pull up a chair, Mimz." Y/n smiled and Mimzy obeyed.

Swinging a spare chair from a nearby table, she quickly joined them.

"I haven't seen you two since the party! How have you been."

"Fine, fine." Alastor hummed and Y/n nodded her assent.

"And whats this with you two getting coffee?" Mimzy asked, a teasing smile slipping onto her face as Alastor took a sip of his own drink, "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"No, not at all Mimz." Y/n shook her head, a slight smile on her face, "It's always a pleasure to see you."

"You sure this isn't a date or something? I mean, with the way you two left and everything... having coffee alone..."

Alastor nearly choked on his drink. Y/n and Mimzy turned to him as he put a hand to his chest, clearing his throat.

"Excuse me." he said and Mimzy's grin widened.

"Oh this is totally a date."

"No!" Alastor exclaimed, exchanging a fervent glance with Y/n across the table.

She raised her eyebrows, pursing her lips. Without words, she told him to handle it. Alastor sighed.

"Are you sure?" Mimzy asked, a suggestive tone to her voice.

"I... uh..." Alastor stuttered, his brain working in overdrive to think of anything else. It came up empty, "Fine. Yes. We're... we're on a date."

"You caught us." Y/n chimed in and Mimzy turned to her.

"Oh my stars! You two.... I shoulda guessed you'd get on like a house on fire. Shame I can't invite you to any more of my singles parties though Y/n, you are a riot."

Singles parties. A hunting ground. Y/n smiled.

"No, no, Mimz. We're not exclusive or anything."

Mimzy's eyes widened slightly at the revelation as Alastor shot Y/n a look across the table. Dating was going to be hard for them to sell but swingers too? What was she thinking.

"Really? How exotic." Mimzy hummed in thought.

"We're all going to hell anyways so, why not." Y/n shrugged.

"Oh you." Mimzy laughed, placing a hand on Y/n's shoulder as she got to her feet, "Well, I won't keep you love birds any longer. I'll see you next week for the next party then?"

"We'll see." Alastor hummed placidly.

Once Mimzy had gone, he rounded on Y/n.

"Swingers?" he asked, eyebrows raised, "Really?"

"Hey, you're the one who started the whole 'we're dating' thing." Y/n sighed, picking the newspaper back up and resuming the task at hand, "I just made it easier for us."

"It will utterly destroy my reputation if this gets out you know."

Y/n shot him a look over the top of the paper.

"Al, you got a lot more to worry about than pretending to be a swinger in terms of your reputation. Now, Marcus Alcost? Six four, buff, scar on his left forearm? Brown hair?"

"Blue eyes?"

"Umm... yeah."

"Yep, that was me."

"Nice. Musta been a tough one to take down."

Alastor would track men, following them out as they left the establishments in the small hours of the morning with the intent of returning to their families. He would stalk them, corner them, lead them in. Y/n would stand watch, alerting him at the first sign of trouble.

The moment she heard footsteps, chatter, Y/n would duck in. Grabbing Alastor by the arm, she would whisk him off in some random direction, having consistently used the time she was on lookout to scout for escape routes.

They had had a few close calls, one or two times he had had to press her up against a wall and pretend to kiss her to avoid prying eyes. They always had a good laugh after something like that. Mostly, things worked out well. They each had survived on their own for years at this point. They knew what they were doing, adding another person into the mix just made it a tad easier.

Y/n, on the other hand, didn't need to track her victims down, they did that work for her. She would dress up all pretty and the moment someone asked to take her home or something of the like, would agree. Then she'd pull them into some ally or another under the guise of not wanting to wait a second longer and attack. Alastor would stand behind her, arms crossed menacingly as she carried out her work. He threatened so she could perform and she never had any trouble thanks to him.

That was, until one night about a year into their little partnership. As the time had passed, their relationship had grown. They still held the ruse of dating up before anyone who asked why it was they each spent so much time with the other but, a real friendship had begun to blossom between them as well. As it turns out, they had a lot more in common than just a tendency to commit brutal murders. Y/n knew Alastor well by now, better than anyone else most likely, and he knew her as well. That was how he could tell something was wrong.

Y/n had given Alastor the usual signal from across the bar and he had settled his tab. As he followed the pair, Y/n and the tall man whose hand she held, Alastor had noticed something was off. Normally by this point Y/n was stumbling around, pretending to be drunk and ditzy. She was doing this very thing now but in a more halted and jagged way. The man she was with seemed more believably drunk than she was, swaying this way and that. Her movements were uncharacteristically harsh as she pulled the man into the ally about a block ahead of him.

Alastor picked up the pace, breaking into a light jog. He reached the ally and turned down it, expecting to see Y/n flirting with the man or with her gun out already. Instead, he was met with something entirely different.

At the back of the ally lay the huddled mass of the man. On top of him was Y/n. The thuds of her knuckles against his face was the only sound breaking the silence of the night. She hit him, again and again. Alastor stood there, stunned.

"Dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked at last, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Y/n."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see the splatters of blood now, on the ground around them and the wall behind. The thuds included the occasional squelch, the crack of a bone.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"You'll ruin your hands for work tomorrow if you keep at this."

Still, she ignored him. There was a sickening crunch. Sighing, he approached.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

He could see it now, the man's mutilated face. Part of his skull looked like it had caved in. He had stopped moving long ago.

"Y/n, dear," Alastor tentatively reached out a hand towards her shoulder as he spoke, "don't you think he has had enough?"

Y/n whipped around to him, her eyes wild and her bloody raw knuckles raised. He froze, his hand hovering above her shoulder. There was blood everywhere. It soaked the sleeves of her collard shirt, it dripped from her fingers, it decorated her face and her bared teeth.

"What, you fucking want some too?"

Alastor's breath caught in his throat. His heart pounded against his ribcage, begging for escape. It wasn't fear, it couldn't be. He could take this girl down in ten seconds flat, blood hungry as she was.

Y/n's eyes, sharp with violence, softened slightly as she saw his reaction. She let her hands fall, resting them on the man's chest.

"He tried to drug me." she revealed, turning her eyes back to her mess, her masterpiece.

"He what?"

"Yeah." she sighed, using the back of her hand to push her hair from her eyes, leaving a residue of blood in the wake of the movement, "I caught him, switched the drinks."

Alastor shifted his gaze to the man before falling on Y/n once again. Her face was blank now, all the rage gone.

"He tried to drug me." she said again, her voice hollow.

At last, his hand found its home on her shoulder and she turned to face him once again. Alastor extended his free hand to Y/n. She examined it for a moment before daintily placing one of her own in his and allowing him to help her to her feet. Both her hands now rested in his as they looked back at the remains of the man.

"Well, he's definitely dead."

Alastor let go of Y/n's hands. Now free, he used one of them to turn her face to his. Blood spattered, wide eyed, lips slightly parted -- his heart fought for freedom from his chest once again.

"He deserved it."

Alastor let go of Y/n's chin and used the cuff of his jacket to wipe some of the blood from her face.

"Can you walk me home?"

Normally if she had asked something like that, Alastor would have teased her to no end. Why be scared of the monsters in the dark when she herself was one of them? But her voice had been small, timid. She had avoided his eyes and his fingers tingled at the prospect of her viewing him as protector.

"Of course, my dear."

They did not have another planned meeting until two weeks from that day. Y/n had a big project at work and wouldn't have any spare time because of it. Alastor, normally restless at the idea of having to wait so long to satisfy his bloodlust either by killing or seeing the show of death, was grateful for the respite. He was confused, overwhelmed even, because his strange reactions, the change in his patterns of thought towards the girl, hadn't ended at Y/n's front door.

No, she was haunting him. Like a vengeful ghost, he saw her in his mind. She took up every waking moment, he didn't know what to do. Alastor waited a day and still, it persisted. The skip of his heart, the odd slightly sick feeling in his stomach at the thought of their reunion. He waited three days and it didn't stop. By the time the end of the week rolled around and Alastor still found himself smiling at the prospect of only having to wait another week not to kill but to see Y/n again, he did the unthinkable. It was the only option he could come up with. Besides Y/n, she was the only other person in the world he even half trusted. Alastor called Mimzy.

"Alastor, darling!" she excitedly exclaimed into the phone, "What a surprise! What can I do for you?"

"Yeah, hey Mimzy. Um..." he struggled to find the words, fiddling with the phone cord as he walked to the window, looking down at the street below, "I just... I need your advice about something."

"What is it, hun?" she immediately replied, "Seems its got you in a tizzy, not a lot can do that."

"I... It's about Y/n."

"Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?"

"No. Maybe?" he turned from the window, collapsing in his desk chair, "I don't know."

"Spill."

"Well, we... I just.... Mimz, I can't stop thinking about her."

"Well I would hope not, you've been together for almost a year now."

"Yeah well, about that. It may have been a... stretching of the truth? Shall we say?"

"Al." Mimzy warned after a moment's silence, "If you are playing with this gi-"

"No!" he exclaimed, cutting her off and quickly crafting an excuse, "No. It was just to get our parents off our backs. We had a deal. They were both pestering us about when we were gonna get married, you know how it is."

"I thought your dad was dead?"

"My ma though, she really wants to see me settled down."

"I guess that explains the swingers thing." Mimzy sighed, "It didn't really seem in character for either of you. So, whats the matter?"

"I told you, I can't stop thinking about her. It's like... it's like... look, we're not dating, but we're friends, you know? And we were out at a bar together a few nights ago and she just... she did something and when I looked at her, it was like I died."

"That little minx." Mimzy laughed in glee, "What the heck did she do?"

"Just something, okay?"

"I have got to quiz her about this."

"No! Please, no. She'd... probably be embarrassed."

"Mmm... okay...." came Mimzy's doubtful reply, "So what was it you needed help with?"

"Well, that. It was like the breath had left my body entirely. I felt... sick, my chest hurt. It was so strange. I thought it would go away once I got some sleep but it didn't. Every time I think about her, it feels like there is a vice around my heart and I can't stop thinking about her."

"Al, seriously? This is what you're asking me about?"

"Yeah?" he uncertainly replied after a moment.

"What are you, twelve?"

"Mimzy, are you going to help or not?"

She sighed.

"Alastor, you have a crush on her."

A beat.

"I do not."

"Yes, you do. Maybe even more."

"I..." his brow furrowed, his breath left his body.

This was bad. This could be dangerous, detrimental even.

"Are you sure?"

"Butterflies in your stomach? Pains in your chest? Can't get her out of your mind? You're even breathless for christ's sake Al. It's textbook first pangs of love."

"Fuck."

Mimzy laughed.

"You're already pretend dating, what harm would asking her to do the real thing with you do? My bet is, she's probably been feeling the same thing about you. That tends to happen in cases like yours, I've seen it before. The whole 'fake love turns real' trope. It's overdone if you ask me."

"Mimzy, this isn't one of your trashy romance novels. This is my life."

"So live it radio man! Go get that girl."

Alastor was nervous, trembling even as he sat at the bar. His glass of whiskey had gone warm on the table as he watched Y/n dancing and having fun in the crowd. This was how it usually went when it was his turn to hunt, she'd have fun and he'd find a target. Once the target left, he'd grab her and they'd move out.

Tonight he was distracted and it showed. The man had nearly given them the slip. With Alastor's knife still sticking out of his shoulder, he had ducked away and started running. Of course that meant Alastor and Y/n had to give chase. They ran after him through the streets of New Orleans as he screamed bloody murder and Y/n's heels clicked definitively on the ground. He was thankful that the hour was late and no one was out and about, thankful the man was so drunk his words came out closer to garbled singing than pleas for help, thankful he was slowed by his consumption.

When they at last caught up with him, Alastor grabbed his second knife from his belt and, taking the man's hurt shoulder in his free hand, buried it deep in the man's back. He fell to the floor, sputtering, coughing up blood. In a few moments he was still. Alastor turned to Y/n, panting.

Her pretty eyes traced a path between murderer and victim a handful of times before a smile broke out onto her face. Before he could really register what was happening, she was doubled over in laughter, clutching her stomach.

Alastor watched Y/n, eyebrows raised as they both caught their breath. After about a minute, she straightened up and turned to him, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What?" Alastor asked with a wry smile, "What is so funny about a dead man."

"He..." she broke out into laughter again, "He... the way he ran! And we almost lost him?! Oh my god, Al, that coulda been so bad."

"The way... he ran?"

"He... didn't you see it? Oh my god, it was so funny. Like he was running in a three legged race with an invisible partner." she wheezed.

Alastor felt the heat pooling in his cheeks. Mimzy was right, it was time for him to live his life. A normal existence could coexist with his hobby, Y/n had already proved that to him.

"Didn't you see?" she asked again.

"No." he shook his head, "I was... I was watching you."

"You were... Al, theres no way you were." Y/n scoffed, "No way. If you were watching me, he would have gotten away. If you were watching me, it would meant that you were unconcerned by your oh-so-precious reputation being ruined. If you were watching me, it would mean..."

She trailed off as he took a step closer to her, his gaze flicking between her eyes and her lips. Y/n's cheeks flushed pink.

"Alastor."

Her voice was a dying prayer. Reaching a trembling hand up, he laid it on the back of her head, his fingers tangling with her hair as she looked up at him with wide eyes. Alastor closed the gap.

He had been so scared. Scared she would push him away, that she wouldn't kiss back. Even a little bit scared he'd just become the next name on her list of degenerate men she'd killed.

There was a moment, a split second, where his fears were realized. Then, she washed them all away. Hands buried in the lapel of his jacket, she pulled him closer, Y/n leaned in.

They broke apart after a moment, their cheeks flushed and utterly breathless.

"I-"

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/n?"

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Are you going to try to kill me again?"

"Oh please, I thought we'd moved past that darling."

Y/n smiled, still holding him close. Alastor let his hands fall onto her waist as they swayed slightly under the light of the moon.

"Yes Alastor. I will let you take me on a date."

"We will not be swingers."

Y/n laughed.

"Just had to make that clear."

"No, Alastor. If I am going to get you, I want you all to myself. Now, what are we going to do about that body?"

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Next Part -> Cover Up pt. 2

[luveline]

hi jade!!!! hope you’re doing well❤️

i’m not sure if you’ve done this before but i just finished reading your aaron fic where reader flinches during an argument with him and i was wondering if i could request that with spencer!? that aaron one had me MELTIN

luv you so much! 🤍🤍

thank you lovely, and thank you for your request! cw implied past domestic or childhood violence

Spencer is taller than he realises, you’d suggest. He doesn’t understand that he can be intimidating because he’s spent years of his life intimidated, and thought harmless. 

“You’re not going,” he says, towering, so, so tall where he stands in front of you. 

Your hands are sweating, but you hold your ground. “Of course I am. I’ve been her consultant for the last three years, Spencer, any mistake she’s made is one she made from my advice.” 

Your frustration colours your words, tightens them, your throat burning as you try to explain it to him. All he’s hearing is the potential danger. His eyes are squinted with it, curls falling into his eyes. He’s too busy arguing with you to brush them away. 

“You can’t walk into an active war zone. Do you even know what that’s like? You’ve never been to these places, you can’t begin to understand the danger you’d be in if you went.” He tries to take your hand. You take a step away from him. “I don’t know why you’re being like this.” 

“Like what?” you ask, immediately doubly pissed off. 

“Refusing to see that what you want to do is impossible. You wouldn’t be any help to her, you’d only be in danger.” 

“I wouldn’t be any help?” 

“You know what I mean!” His voice bounces off the walls.

“I’m not sure I do, Spence,” you say, vitriolic as he again takes a step toward you, his open hand extended. “Why don’t you explain it to me.” 

“Y/N,” he says, stepping forward again. 

You step back, not wanting your back to a wall but not wanting to be closed in either while he’s so angry, you’re so angry, your heart is beating hard between your ears. “Seriously, tell me why I’d be so fucking useless.” 

“Angel–” Spencer’s hand leaps up toward your face. 

You flinch back hard, the back of your head clipping something marginally softer and your back forced under an alcove with a huge thwacking bang, an odd cry of distress pressed to your closed lips as you sink away from him. Spencer doesn’t feel like Spencer for that split second, he’s someone else trying to shut you up, and he’s close enough to do it. 

“Y/N,” he says, riddled with heartbreak, “Y/N, it’s fine. You’re safe. It’s just me.” 

You slide down the wall to the floor. Heart pounding. Blood rushing all over, and then suddenly stopped. 

“It’s just me,” he says again, softer now. “It’s just me.”

But it isn’t just him. There’s always going to be someone else cornering you, there’s always—

A slim-fingered hand cups your jaw. Spencer’s crouching in front of you now with remorse in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to do anything to you.” 

“I know,” you try to say. It comes out as nothing but hot air. You clear your throat. “I know.” 

“It’s just you and me in here.” He rubs your chin with his thumb. “It’s always you and me, right?” 

You breathe out as tears well hot and heavy in your eyes, caught in all your lashes. “You put your hand up and I just thought– I felt like you were gonna hit me and I know you aren’t gonna hit me, I felt like you would.” 

“I was putting my hand up for the cabinet. I was trying to stop you from smacking your head on the cabinet,” he murmurs, his lips hardly parted. “I did. But I shouldn’t have closed you in.” 

He shows you his hand, the one he’d rested so carefully against your jaw and cheek. His knuckles are a sore red and the skin around them mottled —that had been the thwack. You’d knocked your head into his hand and he’d stopped you from getting hurt. He must’ve done it quickly, with no regard for himself. 

Spencer isn’t the kind of boy who’d hit you. 

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble to yourself, dropping your chin to your chest. Tears press hot behind your eyes. It took a few beatings for you to start anticipating them, and a crueller violence after that for it to stay. To flinch at a familiar hand? “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry for?” He couldn’t speak any softer. He’s on his knees in front of you, a picture of gentleness. The annoyance he’d spoken with only minutes before is nowhere to be seen. 

For flinching, and falling apart. “I didn’t mean to…” 

“Yeah, I know. It doesn’t even matter, right? I shouldn’t have gotten so mad, and I,” —he ducks his head to meet your eyes, his voice taking on a loving dulcetness— “know you don’t like yelling, I shouldn’t raise my voice. I’m the sorry one.”

You’re relieved he isn’t mad. You honestly don’t think Spencer would ever lay his hands on you, but it wasn’t thought that made you duck away from him, it was the pure fight or flight of a remembered trauma. The memory of a raised hand and the pain of a blow to your face.

“It’s not about the shouting,” you confess. 

He rubs your arm. “Angel, I know.”

You watch his fingers rub up and down your arm, the gentle tug of your skin with each pass. “Why do you call me that?” you ask quietly. 

“Would you prefer something else?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t know how you’d sound saying anything else.” 

“You’re sort of like an angel.” He sounds earnest and shy at once. “You know? You're pretty, and sweet when you aren’t mad at me, and–” He pauses at your soft laugh. “I really didn’t mean to scare you. I’m so sorry.” 

He brings both hands to your cheeks and wipes at the dampness of dissipated tears under your eyes with his thumbs. He holds your face without hurry nor roughness nor want to straighten you out; he doesn’t encourage you to lift your head, he only meets your eyes as you are, letting you decide what you want to do. 

“Thanks, Spencer,” you say. 

He leans in to kiss your cheek, his hair brushing your nose. You hold still, but you aren’t afraid.

[starkeyisthelastname]

dealer!rafe getting road head from his girl after he took her shopping 😏???

well it’s the least you could do after he spoils you so much 😉

You were happy as can be, sitting pretty in the passenger seat of the luxury car Rafe drove. The trunk and some of the back seat were filled shopping sacks, after a long day at the high end mall he had taken you to. Your eyes couldn’t help but travel over to your handsome man, always admiring how good he looked. Light scruff that was shaped up to fit his buzzcut, gold chain that rested against the neck of the clean white t-shirt he wore and jeans hugging his long legs. He was just so sexy to look at and so so good to you.

“Pretty girl, w-what are you doing?” Rafe asked, looking down to see your sparkly acrylics unbuttoning his jeans. He looked back up towards the road, hearing the audible noise of his zipper being pulled down.

You hummed, reaching your petite hand into the waistband of his black Tom Ford boxers to pull out his hardening length. “Just showing daddy how appreciative I am.” You said, leaning your head down to slowly wrap your glossy lips around the pink tip. Rafe let out a small groan, his stunning blue eyes meeting yours for a brief second to watch you take him further down.

“Shit.. lookin so fuckin pretty taking daddy’s dick down your throat.” Rafe mumbled, removing his right hand from the steering wheel to place on the back of your head. He looked back up at the road, trying to focus on his driving, but that was becoming difficult the further down you went.

You gagged around his length, trying to fit him all in your mouth which was nearly impossible with the kind of dick this man had. You pulled back, a string of spit hanging from your lips as you looked up at him with big eyes, his own looking at you for a split second. Any girl from his past, he would have laughed and shoved their head back down, not even caring about how big he was or how much they gagged. You being his beautiful queen though, had him praising you to make you feel more encouraged.

“Relax your throat for me baby, you can do it. God, you are so fucking beautiful.” Rafe told you, guiding your head back down gently.

You slowly wrapped your lips around his thick shaft again, bobbing your head up and down as you slobbered around his massive length like a good girl. You took his advice, relaxing your throat and breathing through your nose as you inched your way down.

“Oh fuck, mama…yeah that’s that shit I like.” Rafe groaned, the view below him a beautiful one as your nose rested against his lower abdomen as you had successfully managed to take him down your throat. The fact that you listened to him so well, had his balls aching for release, especially when you pulled back only to get more sloppy.

“You are gonna make daddy nut quick, if you keep that shit up.” Rafe’s sexy voice drawled out, hand gripping the steering wheel tight. Fuck, is the kinda of royal treatment he gets for spoiling you, just because you are pretty?

(Yes daddy it sure is. 👅)

[draqu1a]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A DANGEROUS DELIGHT . . .

— what kind? : SMUT — warnings : sexual&suggestive content ahead , viewers discretion is adviced , MDNI .

The silk of your dress feels impossibly smooth against your skin, a stark contrast to the way your nerves are buzzing tonight.

You smooth it down again, even though you know for a fact there's not a single wrinkle in sight. Tonight is a big night for Chris. A gala, making alliances with investors, potential partners and enough champagne to float a small yacht.

And you're here, glued to his side like a particularly fashionable parade.

"Just smile and nod, babe," he'd told you earlier while making final touches to his tie, it already being perfectly knotted. "I'll try not to leave you stranded for too long."

Liar.

He's been working the room for the last hour, a whirlwind of handshakes and forced smiles. You've lost count of the insufferable conversations you had to encounter.

Something about leveraged buyouts, something about quarterly projections, something about… you honestly tuned it all out after the first fifteen minutes of attending the event.

You’ve mostly been smiling, nodding, and trying not to spill your red wine on anyone important and possibly face a petty lawsuit.

You catch his eye across the crowded ballroom. He offers a strained smile, a silent apology etched onto the features of his stupidly perfect face face.

He’s trapped, you can see it. Trapped by obligation, by ambition, by the relentless demands of his empire and carrier path. A wave of frustration suddenly washes over you.

You knew what you were getting into when you started dating him – the late nights, the constant travel and business trips, the never-ending stream of social events and meetings.

But knowing it doesn't make it any easier when you're standing alone at an event filled to the brim with people important to the business society, feeling like nothing more than a decorative accessory for people to just gauge at.

Another blonde woman in a ridiculously expensive designer dress latches onto Chris, her laugh an annoying high-pitch, grating sound that sets your nerves on fire. That's it. You're done.

You turn and head towards the edges of the room, your heels clicking against the polished marble floor. You need air. You need a break from all of the socializing.

You need… Chris. But the real and genuine Chris, not the all polished, performative version he’s projecting for the benefit of the room.

You find yourself in a dimly lit hallway, lined with portraits of stern-looking men in powdered wigs. Perfect. You lean against the cool wall, close your eyes, and take a deep breath to cleanse your mind.

"Lost, darling?"

The voice is a low rumble, instantly familiar. You open your eyes to find Chris standing before you, his tie softly loosened, his eyes dark with something that looks suspiciously like hunger.

"I was starting to think you’d forgotten I existed," you say, your voice sharper than you intended.

He steps closer, stepping inside of your personal space. "Impossible," he murmurs, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. "Besides, I always pay my debts."

He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've been thinking about getting you alone all night."

A shiver runs down your spine. "Is that so?" you breathe, trying to sound nonchalant, but your pulse seems already be racing.

"Oh, you have no idea," he whispers, his hand sliding down your back, pulling you against him. The heat of his body seeps right through the thin fabric of your dress. "I'm going to make it up to you. Right now."

He glances down the hallway before going back to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He grasps your hand and leads you down the hall right before stopping in front of what appears to be a heavy oak door.

He pushes it open, behind it revealing a small, empty room – probably a storage room.

He pushes you inside and shuts the door, the sound softly muffled by the thick wood. The room is dark and slightly dusty, the air thick with the scent of old wood and disuse. Perfect.

He doesn't waste any of the delicate time. He backs you against the door, his body pressing right against yours. "God, you look incredible tonight," he rasps, his hands roaming over your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"Chris," you gasp, your head falling back against the cool wood.

He kisses you hard, possessively, his tongue plunging into your mouth. You moan into the kiss, your hands clutching at his shoulders. He pulls back slightly, his eyes clearly blazing with desire.

"I want you so fucking bad," he growls, his fingers fumbling with the zipper of your dress.

"What about your guests?" you manage to say, your voice completely breathless.

"Man, fuck the guests," he says, his voice thick with lustful unsaid words. "Right now, it's just you and me."

He lowers his head and begins to kiss your neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You arch your back to grant him better access. His hand slides under your dress, finding the sensitive skin of your thighs. You gasp, your legs almost threatening to buckle.

He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates right through your body. "Easy, darling," he murmurs lowly. "We don't want to cause a scene now, do we?”

He continues on with his actions, his touch becoming more eager, more demanding. You're hanging off the edge of something dangerous, something delicious.

But just as you're about to lose yourself completely, he pulls back, his breath ragged and features softly disheveled.

"As much as I want to keep going," he says, his eyes still dark with desire and hunger mixed together, "we can't risk being gone too long. People will start to wonder."

He kisses you one last time, a quick, sharp kiss that leaves you wanting, pleading for more. "But trust me," he whispers, his lips against your ear. "This isn't over. Not by a long shot."

He straightens your dress, smoothes down his tie before he opens the door a crack, peering out into the hallway to make sure no one was around.

"All clear," he says. He takes your hand and leads you back into the glittering chaos of the ballroom, leaving you breathless, flushed and utterly desperate for more of his touch.

The rest of the evening passes in a complete blur of polite conversation and strained smiles, but all you can think about is the promise of what's to come when you two return home . . .

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . yappin claudia : i’m still figuring out how to work this app proper so don’t bash me 💔 @strnilolover taught me some cool tricks and the gradient text thingy, anywayy first fic here just dropped like a mic bitch .

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹🃜 . empty taglist for now ;(

[belit0]

Loooove your takes on the Uchihas. Could you please do some hcs of the men being jealous or even possessive? 🥺🥺

Love me some yandere dummies

Madara

Madara Uchiha does not get jealous. Or at least, that’s the lie he tells himself. The truth is far uglier, simmering beneath the surface like an earthquake waiting to crack the earth open.

The moment he senses another man getting too close, his entire demeanor shifts—his usual arrogance sharpened to something more lethal. His hand finds the small of (Y/N)’s back, firm, claiming.

He doesn’t ask her to stay away from certain people. He expects it. "-You belong to me. You know this, don’t you?"- It’s not a question; it’s a reminder.

If anyone dares flirt with her in his presence, he doesn’t need to say anything. One look—cold, dark, absolute—is enough to make them reconsider their life choices.

But when it’s just the two of them, his possessiveness is quieter. It’s in the way his fingers tighten when she tries to move from his lap, in the way he pulls her closer at night, whispering, "-Mine.-" against her skin.

Izuna

Izuna doesn’t get insecure jealous—he gets petty jealous. He won’t say anything outright, but his actions are impossible to ignore.

If someone flirts with (Y/N), suddenly, he’s the most affectionate man alive. An arm draped lazily around her shoulders, a hand tracing the curve of her waist, a smirk that dares anyone to challenge him.

"-Oh, were you talking to her? My mistake—I thought you had a death wish.-" His words are light, teasing, but the underlying threat is real.

The moment they’re alone, though, the teasing vanishes. He pins her with a look that’s all heat and frustration, fingers gripping her chin as he murmurs, "-Tell me you don’t want anyone else, and I’ll let this go.-"

Of course, she always reassures him, but he likes making her say it. Making her prove that she belongs to him.

Obito

Obito is bad with jealousy. He has lost too much, and the thought of losing (Y/N) too? It’s enough to make his blood boil.

He doesn’t even realize how menacing he looks when he gets possessive—shoulders squared, Sharingan flashing, jaw tight with barely restrained anger.

If anyone dares look at her the wrong way, he gets uncharacteristically quiet, dangerous. "-You should leave.-" It’s not advice. It’s a warning.

With (Y/N), he’s not much better. He doesn’t know how to handle the fear of losing her, so sometimes it comes out in sharp words, in desperate kisses that linger too long, in the way he holds her so tight she can barely breathe.

But later, when the anger fades, all that’s left is raw vulnerability. "-I just… I need you to be mine. Only mine.-" He buries his face in her neck, voice low, almost broken. And she always soothes him, because she understands.

Shisui

Shisui is the type to laugh when he’s jealous, like it’s all a joke. But there’s something dangerous in his eyes, in the way his smile never quite reaches them.

He doesn’t believe in making a scene—he just makes sure the other guy knows exactly who (Y/N) belongs to. "-Oh, you think you have a chance? That’s cute.-"

If someone gets too close, he doesn’t lash out—he outsmarts them. Twisting words, making subtle threats with a friendly grin, ensuring they never try again.

But when he and (Y/N) are alone, he drops the act. His fingers curl around her wrist, tugging her close. "-I don’t like sharing. And I never will.-" His voice is soft, almost pleading. "-So don’t make me.-

Itachi

Itachi is not the type to be openly jealous. He doesn’t scowl, doesn’t make threats—he simply watches. Cold, calculating, utterly unreadable.

But make no mistake—just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he isn’t feeling it. If another man gets too close, his presence alone is enough to send a chill down their spine.

The way he lingers at (Y/N)’s side, the way his fingers ghost over her wrist, the way his eyes darken when she laughs at someone else’s joke—it’s all subtle, but unmistakable.

He won’t confront her about it, but he will remind her of who she belongs to. Later, when they’re alone, he’ll press his forehead to hers, voice barely above a whisper. "-I don’t need to say it, do I?"-

And she’ll smile, because no, he doesn’t. She already knows.

[ramp-it-up]

Encore

Read Bossed | Read Planting Seeds

Summary: Your boss, Henry Cavill, is CEO of a company that changes lives. You and he changed your life when you both finally admitted how you felt for one another. Tonight, Henry takes you to the Opera.

Pairing: Ceo!Henry Cavill x reader au

Word count: 2.3 K

A/N: I think Henry Cavill is a beautiful man, idc, idc. He is the faceclaim to my fantasies. Today. Big props to @nissaimmortal for inserting her lust in my inbox and giving advice. Feed me through reblogs, comments, and likes. Also asks are fun!

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! Employer/employee dynamic, age gap, masturbation, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, public sex acts, raw p in v. praise kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie.

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The knock at the door sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. 

You took one last glance in the mirror, smoothing the silk of your dress before making your way to the door. 

The second you opened it, Henry was there, standing tall and incredibly handsome in his classic black tuxedo, the crisp bowtie and neatly folded pocket square adding a touch of effortless sophistication.

His dark curls, which were artfully tousled, framed his handsome face, and his strong jaw and piercing blue eyes held an allure that was both polished and rugged. 

And those impossibly beautiful eyes swept over you with an appreciation so intense that it made your breath hitch.

A slow, wicked smile curved his lips. 

"I was prepared to be impressed," he murmured, accent lilting as he stepped inside your door as if he owned the place. 

That BDE was in full effect. And rightfully earned, you knew from delicious first hand experience.

"But this?”

Henry’s hand grazed your bare arm, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.

“This is dangerous, Little One."

You tilted your head and raised your eyebrow, letting the compliment curl around you like Henry’s scent. A chord struck in your brain and you wanted to be naughty.

"And here I thought you appreciated a little danger."

Henry’s eyes traced the curve of your neck down to the cleavage that your gown elegantly displayed. He stepped forward into your space and you craned your neck so that your lips were available.

But instead of kissing you, he looked down, reached out, and fingered the high slit of your dress, his touch barely there, but potent. 

"Oh, I do. But we have an opera benefit to attend. And if I linger here much longer…" 

His voice trailed off, the promise thick in the air, as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your pulse point, earning a quiet whimper from you. Your nipples pebbled and you wanted to drop to your knees as Henry pulled back.

With a smirk, he offered his arm, leading you to the elevator. The moment the door shut you were facing off in the enclosed space and Henry’s eyes were all over you, taking you all in, but pausing several times at the tight nipples that your gown showcased. 

You were a vision, a goddess, and he felt extremely fortunate to be in your company tonight.

His cock pounded in his pants and he licked his lips, then cleared his throat. He lifted his eyes to yours and ran his fingers around the collar of his shirt, as it suddenly became too tight.

“I want very much to ask if you are wet, but I can’t know the answer to that right now.”

“Oh.”

You lifted your hand to your neck and trailed it down your dress, stopping to circle your own nipple through the silken fabric, then continued down to the slit in your dress. You reached inside and fingered your pussy, collecting the wetness there. 

Henry’s mouth dropped slightly open to gain air and his eyes dilated as you touched yourself, looking boldly in his eyes.

As you reached the bottom floor, you moved toward him and stuck your fingers in his mouth, and he wrapped those strong lips around them and sucked them hard.

Your pussy clenched down and you realized that you played yourself while you were trying to get him caught up.

Henry pulled off with a plop, and then extended that wide wet muscle of a tongue and licked your fingers again.

You wanted to cry.

“Hmmmmmm. Delicious. You’re not wearing any panties, are you, Little One?”

Henry’s eyes were lust blown, and you had to concentrate to breathe. Luckily, the elevator doors opened to give you more air.

“No, Sir.”

Henry held you in his glare of steel as his jaw clenched, then came close and placed his hand on your bare back, made possible by the low cut of your dress. He extended his hand before you.

“After you.”

Henry was the epitome of restraint.

You walked out of the lift through the lobby to the waiting car. After climbing in behind you, enclosing you in the intimate darkness of the leather-clad interior, Henry turned to you, his gaze burning.

"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me tonight? This dress, your skin, your taste? Your incredible verve. God, you make me feel so alive." 

His voice was coffee and fire, rich and dangerously low.

“I swear that I’m going to make you feel a fraction of what you do to me. And it will practically burn the place down tonight.”

Your breath caught as he leaned in, his fingers tracing the curve of your thigh. His hand slid beneath the slit, fingers teasing, exploring, daring you to keep still. His long thick finger caressed the keyhole and the slit of you, teasing, but never quite reaching where you needed him to be. 

The city lights flickered past, but all you could focus on was Henry, the way his lips hovered near your ear, his whispered promises dark and intoxicating.

“You’re so soft, wet and hot, and you’re all that I want forever, Little One.”

You reached over and felt the steel rod in his pants and he let you, but he kept you at arms length for the entirety of the drive, your soft whimpers and moans the most beautiful prelude to the evening’s events.

By the time you arrived, your pulse was unsteady, and your skin was flushed with barely restrained desire.

Henry, cool as ever, adjusted his cufflinks as if he hadn’t just unraveled you in the backseat of his car. He stepped out first, then offered his hand, his grip firm as he helped you onto the red carpet.

He led you into the grand entrance of the opera house, his dark eyes sweeping over you once more, this time with a knowing smirk. The chandeliers cast golden light over the room, illuminating the way his gaze lingered at the plunging neckline and the scandalous slit that teased just enough to make him scowl a little with disapproval now that you were around other people.

He didn't want anyone else to see you like this, beautiful with need. But then he smiled at you, wicked, dangerous.

“You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, stepping forward, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your arm as he leaned in.

His voice was a low hum, like a perfectly played overture. 

“We should have skipped the opera altogether.”

A slow smile tugged at your lips as you met his gaze. 

“And miss the performance?”

His fingers trailed lower, brushing the delicate silk of your dress. 

“The only performance I’m interested in,” he whispered, “is the one where I have you gasping my name.”

Your pulse fluttered as he offered his arm, ever the composed gentleman despite the wicked promise he just made. He led you through the entrance, his touch possessive yet controlled, a stark contrast to the hunger you can already sense beneath the surface.

You passed acquaintances, and Henry introduced you as a consultant, a new title gained when you were let go of the company and formed your own. Your office stayed the same, right beside his, but your responsibilities and pay increased greatly.

Henry was ever the professional, and charming as he spoke, but the glances he gave you were unsettling. 

You knew something was coming.

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When you were finally ensconced in Henry’s private box, the velvet of the balcony seat was plush beneath you, though it was nothing compared to the warm, firm pressure of Henry’s hand on your thigh. 

The lights dimmed, and the orchestra swelled, a cascade of violins trembling with anticipation. Your breath caught as Henry’s fingers traced lazy circles just above the slit of your dress, his touch featherlight.

“This aria is breathtaking,” he stated lowly, lips dangerously close to your ear as he pulled your legs apart and settled his hand between them.

“But I can’t seem to keep my attention on the stage.”

You barely registered the soprano’s soaring notes as Henry’s hand slid higher, fingers grazing the silk at the juncture of your thigh and your hip. A low, slow burn rolled through you that had nothing to do with the grand romance playing out below.

“Henry,” you whispered, half warning, half invitation.

His lips quirked in amusement, but his fingers didn't stop until he reached the very apex of you. And all the while, he feigned that he was watching the stage.

You certain sure that what he was focused on was driving you mad.

“Shh,” his breath teased the sensitive skin of your neck as his fingers did the same to your wet and aching slit.

He found out just how wet you were as his fingers glided through your slippery pussy lips. You were on the verge of begging as he rocked his knuckle back and forth, never quite penetrating you, but making you dream dreams of him deep inside you.

“I need it.”  You rushed, gaze locked on the stage as Henry looked lovingly at you.

“Need what, Little One?” Henry asked. 

“Need you to finger me.” 

Henry tsked and he pulled his hand away, turning away from you a bit. You wanted to cry and scream and beg for him to touch you again. He watched your agony for a moment then patted your thigh and rested his hand there.

You heated up all over again.

“Good girl. We wouldn’t want to cause a crescendo before the second act.”

A shiver coursed through you as the audience below sat in rapt attention, oblivious to the far more sinful performance unfolding in the shadows of Henry’s box. The forbidden thrill of it had your pulse racing, your breathing staccato.

Henry teased you for the better part of an hour, driving you as mad as Anne Boleyn. He drove you to the peak of your fulfillment, and then snatched you away from the crown jewels time and time again.

As the opera neared a crescendo, so too did Henry’s touch, his fingers stroking your wet and aching slit, and slipping your over-sensitive clit between his knuckles. He was playing you like a piano, and it made you want to sing.

“You’re trembling,” he murmured, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss just below your ear. 

“Tell me… is it the music? Or me?”

You turned your head, lips inches from his, eyes dark with need. 

“Both,” you admit. 

“Please put your fingers inside me,” you begged.

Henry smiled, dark and knowing. 

“Hmmmm. Let’s see if we can make this night end on a high note.”

The soprano held the final note that filled the grand hall. But nothing could compare to the symphony Henry played with your body. His digits slipped further, exploring you with slow, deliberate intent. 

His touch turned demanding, each movement calculated as he coaxed you higher, unraveling you right there in the box. Henry's long thick fingers crooked and pressed deeper inside you, reaching that bundle of nerves, and made your body hug around his hand.

Tiny stings of pleasure dotted across your skin with your goosebumps and Henry sighed. 

“Fuck you’re tight.”

His words made you topple over the edge into bliss, the risk of being discovered heightening every sensation. You barely suppressed a cry, fingers digging into Henry’s arm as your pleasure crested, wave after wave crashing through you.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “Exquisite.”

Your breath was ragged, heart hammering against your ribs as you fought to stay composed. Henry withdrew his hand, smoothing the fabric of your dress with infuriating nonchalance. 

“We should stay for the second act,” he mused, eyes flicking to the stage as if nothing had happened. You stared at him mutely, telegraphing your need.

“Or… perhaps you’d like a more private encore? I mean, it wouldn’t do to leave a puddle of my cum on the opera house floor.”

You whimpered at the image, but you stood, legs still unsteady, and barely able to suppress the smirk tugging at your lips. 

Henry led you down the stairs and out of the opera house, and you didn’t know why you were surprised to see the car exactly where it was a little over an hour earlier. You brushed your body against his as he ushered you into the back seat.

As soon as the car started rolling, Henry’s cock was out and in his hand. Your attention was torn between his magnetic stare and the glorious organ in his fist. 

“Climb on,” he gritted, and you didn’t hesitate to move.

You hiked your skirt up and positioned your legs on either side of his thick muscular thighs, trembling as he swiped the thick, swollen mushroom head of his cock through your sopping wet cunt.

“You drive me absolutely….mad! Fucckkkk!”

Henry gasped as you slid down his dick. He leaned back as you rose and fell on his thick shaft, coating his cock with your sticky, sweet fluid. His huge hand wrapped around your throat and held you in place while he drove up inside you, thumb on his other hand collecting your wetness as he tortured your clit again.

He pulled you down for a filthy kiss, the first of the night, and then smacked your ass. When he was done ravaging your mouth, he purred in your ear.

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. The hottest, the tightest, the wettest.”

You threw your head back and Henry took the opportunity to mark you up. After breaking capillaries on your neck, he growled at you.

“Cum one more time for me. My balls are so fucking full of cum from watching you in that box tonight. Gonna fill you so full of my seed Little One.”

One hand grabbed your slicked back bun and pulled your head back, making you arch for him, a feast for his eyes. His fingers travelled down your collarbone to your breasts and free them from the least restrictive neckline ever. 

“But what if you get pregnant?”

He looked at you when you clamped down around him, eyes burning through your soul.

“Won’t it be amazing when you’re round and full of my child? I’ll be able to pull your sweet sustenance for my self. These beautiful breasts will be even more sensitive to my touch. Your curves even more bounteous and enticing.”

As his fingers and lips, tongue, and teeth teased your hard nipples, you picked up speed, your ass slapping against his thighs. You were breathless at his words, the epiphany of his sentiments such a turn on.

“Oh shit,” you moaned, cumming and holding on to him for dear life.

You wound your arms around Henry’s impressive shoulders as he pistoned into you until you released all over him and the fine leather seat, screamed his name, and shivered as his hot seed shot inside you.

“With this kind of performance and work satisfaction, you deserve more money for your services.” 

“I hate you,” you chuckled.

Henry kissed your forehead as you fought sleep against his broad chest, his heartbeat lulling you into slumber, and him still half hard inside you. 

You’d figure out how to get out of the car when you got to his place you thought distantly.

“Love you too, Little One.”

[cosmowgyral]

Villain's Festival 2025

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

⊹▸ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

Due to a certain incident, the battle to decide the strongest man began.

First, William tried to calmly observe the initial movements of the 11 people, excluding himself---.

Ring: I’ll be taking you on as my opponent!

With a fierce cry, Ring’s long sword swung through the air, aiming straight at William.

William: A lively dog like you keeping me company might actually be fun.

William retreated with graceful, dance-like steps, effortlessly evading the tip of Ring’s sword.

Immediately after, Jude’s powerful slash came sweeping in from the side.

William: Oh my…I’m quite popular today, aren’t I?

Jude: Better knock off the strongest piece first, saves me a right bother later. Go on ‘n drop dead already!

With a slight twist of his wrist, William smoothly shifted the angle of his sword, deflecting Jude’s powerful strike.

Jude: Tch..! How’d’ya bloody spot that comin’ from yer blind side?!

William: Jude, I don’t mind you focusing on me…but, you’d better protect yourself first.

Jude: Hah?

Jude instinctively turned around, and saw a dark figure charging straight toward him.

Jude: Shit…..!

Jude used the weight of his raised sword to twist his body, narrowly dodging the attack.

But he couldn’t avoid it completely.

His shirt was torn, leaving a shallow cut across his skin.

Ellis: ….You managed to dodge it.

That’s right, the one who attacked Jude was none other than his loyal confidant—Ellis, who usually stood by his side.

Ellis swiftly repositioned his black knife, aiming precisely for Jude’s throat.

Ellis’ movements were rapid, delivering a strike that would normally be impossible to evade, but---

Having known Ellis for so long, Jude anticipated his aim and guarded his throat in advance.

Ellis’ black knife clashed against Jude’s sword, sending sparks flying.

Jude: Oy, is that any way to come at me first!?

Ellis: If you are left standing later, it’ll just make things harder for the both of us, won’t it?

Ellis: That’s why, I thought it would be easier to take you down first, Jude.

Jude: Yer way o' lookin’ out fer others is downright messed up, innit?

While Jude was distracted by Ellis, Ring once again charged at William.

Ring: You’ve got time to give advice to others? You’re very sure of yourself, William Rex!

The powerful sweep unleashed from Ring’s well-trained body sliced through the air with a sharp, whistling sound.

William: …gh

William caught the strike head-on, his expression shifting ever so slightly.

Ring: Looks like that one actually got you.

William: …Yeah, seems like you're right. This isn’t the time to be worrying about others.

William repositions his sword and readies himself once more.

Just from his stance alone, Ring sensed the aura of a strong man and was taken aback for a brief moment.

William was not the type to let that opportunity pass.

William: ….You’ve still got a lot to learn.

Amidst a bloody battle, William’s finely honed strike came straight at Ring.

…However, it was stopped midway.

The one who blocked William’s blow was---.

Ring: …Wha-?! The greedy noble?!

Elbert: Greedy noble? Are you…talking about me?

William: It’s not often that Elbert steps in like this.

Elbert: Yeah…I’m surprised too.

Elbert: It seems like I want to become the strongest man more than I realized.

Elbert: That’s why….while things are in chaos, I’d like to take down the strongest first.

William: I see…being this popular is really a hassle.

Deflecting the sword once more, William and Elbert stepped back to create distance.

Ring: Ah…well, thanks for helping me, Elbe—rt, gh?!

Elbert’s sword, which had been aimed at William, shifted direction in an instant…

Tracing a mesmerizingly beautiful trajectory, it was about to slice through Ring’s body, but he evades it with the reflexes of a beast.

Ring: Wh-whoa, that startled me! Didn’t you just save me a moment ago..?

Elbert: Sorry, but I want to become the strongest. So if I think I can defeat you…I will.

Elbert: I only stopped you both earlier to create an opening to attack Will…that’s all.

The moment Elbert directed his killing intent at Ring, his eyes lit up brightly.

Ring: Understood! Thank you!

Elbert: …? I didn’t say anything to deserve thanks..

William: I guess he’s happy to be recognized as a worthy opponent.

Despite being in the midst of a battle, a strangely calm atmosphere flowed between the three of them.

Ellis: Could it be that Ring is… happy right now?

I wonder how long had he been there. Ellis, who had stopped his attack on Jude midway, was now standing directly in front of Ring.

William and Elbert, realizing the true meaning behind Ellis’ question, froze in shock.

Ring: Yeah, I always thought I was too weak and would just get in everyone’s way.

Ring: I’m happy now..because I’ve finally been acknowledged as a worthy opponent.

Ellis: Okay then….I’ll make this moment of yours last forever.

Ring: Hm…? …..gh!?

Ring leaned back just in time to dodge the swift thrust coming straight at him.

Ellis: Don’t move.

Ring: If I don’t move, won’t I just die?

Jude: Ellis is right, ain’t no need to move a muscle.

As Ellis’ slashes came one after another, Jude’s footwork slipped in between, throwing Ring off balance.

---The battle to determine the strongest man has only just begun.

[Masterlist] [Chapter 2]

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The moment Ellis came in and asked if Ring was happy, I was like "oh no". 🤣

[nightscythe]

light sides of the primarchs' relationships

happy valentine’s day!! this one is a bit happier than the 'dark sides' one for obvious reasons. as always just my opinion. if there is anything else you would like to see, let me know! enjoy!!

18+, it's not necessarily nsfw but suggestive themes. based on pre-heresy interpretations.

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the lion: the ultimate protector. you'd never feel unsafe in his presence. not just from legitimate threats, but.. waking up in the morning to find his arms around you, eyes watching you, lips ghosting your hair as though he would never be able to let you go. you're minding your own business reading a book or listening to others talk, and even though he's on the other side of the room he's still watching, calculating, making sure every single person near you is treating you well. if anyone did try anything? nice knowing them. you become his priority. his endless war. nothing will ever harm you again, except maybe him, on his endless war with making you feel every ounce of pleasure the universe can offer. ;)

fulgrim: is also your best friend, but not in the typical guy way. he's literally invested in every single one of your stories, he knows everyone's little secret, he comes back to you with tales he's learnt and weekly scandalous gossip. he knows everything about you. it's not even deliberate either, he's just so in sync with you that he could take a wild guess and still get it right. nights together can feature many things, all of which are thoroughly enjoyed due to his ability to perfect every single thing he does, but knowing there will never be a time you cannot talk to him about something? knowing he'd give you the best advice, more accurate responses, it's very comforting.

perty: you know everything with him is genuine. he would never lie to you, and that may be hard to swallow at first, but really? its a godsend. he'd not try to make you feel better by telling you a slight truth, he'd rather help you to move past it, work on the issue, etc. and that's why, a long way down the line when he does give you infrequent but honest words about his love for you, it means more than anything. there is not someone in the galaxy that you could trust more than this man, not with your life, your secrets, or your heart. and really, it would only ever get stronger over time.

the khan: enjoyably unpredictable. a man who values freedom always would be. he uses his instincts in everything and therefore it may not always be easy to know what he's going to do next. would encourage you to do things you may never have thought about, shows you new parts of the galaxy and introduces you to topics and concepts you knew nothing about before him. for that reason, he's an absolute storm when you are alone. completely unpredictable and completely dedicated to pleasing you. he's also just enjoyable to be around. he may be a touch arrogant and quick tempered, but he's witty, sarcastic, and excellent with his successful attempts to rile you up with teases.

leman: his love is very pure and built on a huge amount of respect. small gifts, tokens of appreciation, oh its all coming out with him. 'made me think of you' type thing and it's the most beautifully designed canvas that you know he wouldn't have just stumbled across. of course this is very different to how everyone else sees him, and no one would believe you. uses that to his advantage. loses all sense of practicality though when it comes to you and would probably show you 110% of his emotions even when he didn't intend to. his heart is in it, no half measures, you're his entire world now and as long as you will let him, he will love you for the rest of his life.

dorn: he is cold, but there is that burning fire that rages beneath. and when the cracks are fully formed? its impossible to ignore. he will not say I love you, but show you he loves you. there are never ups and downs, no maybes - its always a definite. if you need something? he gets it. you are worried about something? there is no need to worry for it any longer. he plans, he knows what to do to help you, he would never give reason to doubt that 1. he could protect you, and 2. his unwavering loyalty to you. does everything in his power to please you, particularly in the physical manner. when he's around, everything feels intense, and its oh so hard to ignore.

curze: he's trying. he is. you can see it each day. sometimes its not obvious, but he really does watch other people and try to imitate what they do to show you the love you deserve. because in his mind? you deserve it all. would he ever tell you that. no. he'd find it stupid. he'd rather keep it all to himself. but sometimes he bottles too much inside and it all comes out, all at once, every feeling he has. in that moment he just needs someone to hold him, reassure him, and be there to feel the love that follows. of course it isn't conventional, but even if he just taught you tarot, explained his twisted thoughts, tried to show you your fate - he's sharing a part of him that he'd not let another see.

sanguinius: effortlessly devoted, but not in the obsessive, overbearing way. you can see it in his eyes. he doesn't need to worship the ground you walk on or call in a choir to sing about you, you can just feel it. the small gestures. something so meaningful but so tiny that it almost snaps reality. helping you to braid your hair. trying his best to help you with something that he could have just ignored. listening to you with intent - not because he loves you so much he doesn't want to look away, but because he wants to hear you. listen to you. understand everything he can about you. it's so natural to him and warms you every time. something something doesn't care what time of the month it is either.

ferrus: always pushes you to be the best version of yourself. of course I have covered the bad side of this, but provided it's tamed, he understands there are limits, it can be rewarding. he will always reassure you that he doesn't need you to be perfect to love you, and would always encourage you to make decisions which benefited you - not anyone else. you'd also get to see his emotions, a rarity, knowing he only trusts so many to see him like that. a national accompaniment to this is that he pays a lot of attention to you. knows you extremely well. so if you ever argue, or don't talk for whatever reason.. be sure to engage the full ferrus apology - bedroom and all. crafts you really nice things too (of course)

angron: love is the only quiet he gets from pain. when you see him at ease, even for only a few moments, you can rest assured knowing that you were helping him. when he holds your hand, when he stands before you and defends you with his whole being, when he lets you fall into his arms and hesitantly wraps them around you. you know then that it's true. because he wouldn't do that for anyone else, and he couldn't physically do that if he did not have a moment of reprieve. and he knew as well that you gave him a chance, saw him for more than what everyone else did. that means more to him that anything.

rob: truly appreciates you. like, will show you, will make sure you know, will do anything in his power to make sure you're aware that the only reason he has an ounce of sanity left is because of you. you're the only person he will pause everything for, he will turn everything off to listen to you and your thoughts, he will actively seek your opinion on things he knows you would be happy to give it on, etctec. he just treats you like an equal. and considering who he is, that may be hard. but he does value you. yes he is pulled in every direction by all his duties but he knows where the limit is, and if either of you are reaching it, he will do what he can to make sure you feel happy and secure.

morty: it's those quiet moments that really stand out. when he lets his guard down for just a second, when he finally trusts you and knows that he would give his life for you until the very end. it wouldn't be easy for him to admit, and he probably never would admit it, but that one moment where he finally relaxes his shoulders and just lets you carry his burdens with him? it really does show a lot. and he would give everything for you. not even an ounce would be spared. it's easy to see it when he says it, that he loves you, even if he doesn't know the true meaning of the word. may not be conventional love, but to him, its everything.

magnus: there is not another who could love as much as he could. it's that simple. he's so utterly in love with you that he'd move heaven and earth just to see you smile. for a man with so many things going on, so many things to remember and do, he still keeps you at the very top of everything. finds little things for you that he'd think you like. recounts stories to see your smile. lays beside you and holds your hand whilst you tell him what's on your mind. it's routine for him, he does it without even thinking. nothing, and that is a hard nothing, will ever make him as happy as you do, and even when you're not around everyone hears your name, little snippets of his love for you, how much you mean to him, etc. he's so enamoured, so trusting, so in awe, that everything you do means something to him.

horus: incredibly intuitive and knows what you need before you do. has the tea and some fruit in his hands before you'd even mentioned you were thinking of having some. had someone prepare you a bath before you even said you were stressed. brought you some flowers when you were feeling down. cancels all his plans because you need someone with you. he does it to show he cares, knowing that sometimes he can be distant or busy, and it can be incredibly effective. also holds you incredibly tight. like your hand, when he embraces you, etcetc, it's like you're his security blanket in a way, which seems stupid because why does he need one, but actually he finds a lot of comfort in your presence.

lorgar: perfect if you want to be worshipped. that's how he'd treat you. and yes this has a dark side. but limited, not indulged or used for bad purposes, a good balance can be met. he's soft. his world would crumble without you. his exterior and how others view him is so different to what he's like with you that it seems wrong. but you are his everything. he would tell you it every day. he'd make sure you never forgot it. it may not be evidential to everyone, he's not proclaiming his love and devotion to anyone he sees, but to you its obvious. a silent prayer for your protection each day. for your good health. for anything he can do for you. and you'd know he'd burn worlds for you - just use that for the right purposes.

vulkan: a kind soul meant for love. he's not obsessed and devoted. he's not silent and brooding. he's what you think of when you have soulmate in mind. it seems to just come natural to him. he's your best friend, your lover, your everything - and he takes pride in that. he'd not need to burn worlds for you, he'd not watch you from the other side of the room without a world, he'd be beside you with his hand gently rested on you. it's just... normal? is that bad to say? but like the version of normal you always wanted, the normal in romance novels which warped our perceptions of relationships. you know. cute.

corax: incredibly loyal. quietly loving you from a distance until he's with you, then he's far more passionate and open. he's not one to have elaborate gestures done in your name, he probably wouldn't even do more than speak in a normal tone whenever others are around. but you know he's there. a brush of your hand with his when you look uncomfortable or worried. a glance in your direction every so often if you are separated. he'd always find his way back to you though, and you always know he's there at your side. and yes, very passionate when it's just you two, so much so you'd have first doubted it was the same person. he just saves it all for you. especially few things he's picked up along the way he thinks you may enjoy.

alpharius: you could never doubt his love. he'd never let you. it's so obvious that it's what makes telling him apart so simple. he just can't deny it when he's around you, he can't resist it at all. love is in everything he does. his touches as he walks past. his names for you. his insistence on always having you in his arms. it can be endearing. it is nice knowing that you are so loved, never a doubt in your mind that he does care. and if you do doubt him? he will change that. you won't ever doubt him again. you don't ever need to worry about his love for you, it won't change. he'll never stop loving you.

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[lamaery]

 Rhythm of War is the only Tor hardcover version I have of the Stormlight Archive books (the others are the Orion softcovers) ... Wind and Truth now as well, but we don't have Branderson version for that one (YET). Brandon was so awesome and signed this one for me.  As with the others (WoK Part 1 and WoR Part 1) my incredibly partner in fictional romance and crime @priscellie did the text and layout and painted the pictures.

🖤❤️ text on the back of the book ❤️🖤 

“Did you like it?” Raboniel asked her. “I did,” Navani said. “The tones were a terrible cacophony when combined, but somehow beautiful at the same time.” “Like the two of us?” Raboniel asked. “Like the two of us.”

Navani Kholin, Queen of Urithiru, has been underestimated all her life. Haunted by her late husband Gavilar’s disdain, even she has begun to believe her brilliance at engineering is merely the reflected light of her team. It takes an enemy to see her true genius. While her husband Dalinar fights on a distant front, Navani’s home is invaded by an army led by the formidable Raboniel–Lady of Pains, Lady of Wishes–infamous among her contemporaries for her cunning and capacity for genocide. But this ruthless immortal wants Navani for more than her value as a hostage. She proposes a collaboration that could rewrite the rules of their war, and perhaps alter their fundamental understanding of physics itself. To save her people and the heart of the tower city, Navani joins Raboniel in a deadly dance of scholarship, manipulation, and treachery. But she was not expecting to find empathy with her captor, to bond over shared grief, or to find healing and fulfillment in their mutual respect. With the world hanging in the balance, dare Navani hope the harmony between them can be a bridge to peace? Or is it a trap she cannot escape?

(Meanwhile, Wit gives Kaladin relationship advice, and Moash haunts Kaladin’s dreams.)

“The tension is surging in this passionate page-turner. In every thrilling scene, you’ll be longing for Branderson to unite them!” JENNY O’NEILL, SISTERWISE GAMES.

🖤❤️ Praise for Sandra Branderson’s RHYTHM OF WAR❤️🖤

“A cunning and complex game of intellectual cat and mouse. Rhythm of War will steal your gemheart.” Orsinia Scarlett Card

“This sapphic Oppenheimer gives new meaning to ‘Enola Gay’.” Hoban Robb

“Ninety percent of everything is crab!” A. Sturgeon

“Branderson delivers a dark, intoxicating dance of intellect and seduction. Navani and Raboniel’s dynamic will leave you questioning the line between love and obsession. It’s deliciously twisted and impossible to put down.” Jem Baker

“That back blurb is literally just the plot of the original Rhythm of War.” Marie

“Yeah, somehow the original Rhythm of War may still be gayer.” Priscilla

“Oh, I know. I'll turn her into a flea--a harmless, little flea. And then I'll put that flea in a box, and then I'll put that box inside of another box, and then I'll mail that box to myself, and when it arrives, I’ll smash it with a hammer!” Martina George

“This plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity.” Patricia Rothfaux

[twistedpink]

Could i req childhood friend ace who slowly goes through many stages of im just feeling this way because theyre my super good friend and then realizing that thats not very platonic of him to think about them as hes laying in bed in the middle of the night wondering what its like to kiss them (can be spicy if youd like since adolencence and hormones 🤭) the slow realization after his denial of oh shit thats not the kid next door whom im besties and play with everyday but an actual grown up person that id like to pursue a relationship with

Cuttteeeee!!!!

Bestfriend!Ace’s known you since your teeny tiny days. Taking baths together, building mud pies and whatnot- Your parents thought you were adorable, and did everything from threatening teachers to boycotting clubs just to keep you in the same activities,, At least until it got weird. Sharing a bed for sleepovers is fine until someone has to wash their hands at midnight in the family bathroom :/

Bestfriend!Ace that’s the worst, but you can’t help loving him.. All your new friends in junior high insisted that he was a bad influence, going out of their way to avoid him in the halls, but what they don’t know is that you’re just as bad!! When all your spelltimes end and your homework’s done, Ace is the one knocking at your window for an icecream run, and he wouldn’t have it any other way <3

Bestfriend!Ace doesn’t understand why you’re getting so much attention! Guys in your class just come up to him, asking for advice on how to get it. He doesn’t even register what there is to get until the summer before he goes to college- He realizes you’ve changed. Muscle in places that weren’t there before, soft skin where tweenage acne used to thrive. He realizes you’re hot, like, REALLY hot! And he has no clue what to do with that information, because all he remembers you as is a play date,, (God, what’s he supposed to tell his mom??)

Bestfriend!Ace that watches trash tv and house sits for you just to be in your presence,,, For his pride you’re required to ignore your shirts and deodorants going missing, it’s not his fault you’re so scatterbrained! When you catch him sleeping in your bed after a busy week, it’s impossible to kick him out. Just look at that face!!

Bestfriend!Ace texts you constantly during the school year, and there’s still so much to fill you in on! Why not make up the lost time with a couple sleepovers? His dexterous hands steal away your blankets in the night “accidentally” until your only option is to cuddle up,, You hardly notice the sniffles against your neck and the rosey tint of his cheeks in the darkness. He just missed you so much- Even he, a world renowned mage of the modern age, can’t help but get a little sappy,, Won’t you help a buddy out? He forgot how cold your room is :)

Bestfriend!Ace loves you, but won’t admit it for a lonnnnggggggg time. How’s it any of your business, anyways? Have you always been this nosey? For now, he’s content with your movies and songs, but it’s never too late to “practice” kissing with a friend! He can’t help but stare when you’ve started looking so good while he’s away- Keep sending him those selfies and he’ll start getting homesick,, So long as you don’t make it weird, he’d like to have a nice, relaxing bath with his best friend when he’s back. Just like old times! <3

[thatnonameuser]

What would malleus/sebek/silver do if MC said they don't mind them, but Lilia makes them super uncomfortable? Let's break up a family 👐

So you know how some terminal momma’s boys are completely and utterly blind to whatever their spouses go through despite the fact that they are vocal about how clearly uncomfortable they feel because of how their in-laws treat them? And when they’re confronted with the Ultimatum of ‘it’s either them or me’  and It’s kind of like that.

Insert the dilemma.

First, Malleus would not take your ultimatum well…

Malleus loves Lilia and asking him to let go of his only remaining living parental figure, who might I add was the one of the two major triggers to his overblot, is going to send him into an emotional turmoil that’ll go over as well as a hurricane that rains fire. 

He would do literally anything to make you love him in turn, nothing was impossible to him. But much to his This is impossible for him. Either he picks you and has to lose his father, or picks his father and has to lose his chance of having your love back. His horn could be chipped or completely intact, regardless the weather is going to be gloomy for a few weeks as he mulls over his decision. 

He’ll try to argue some compromises. Compromises like ‘Lilia still travels for long periods, so you won’t have to deal with him everyday’, or ‘He’ll make sure that you don’t interact’ but as you refuse him more and more, sticking to your guns, he starts to feel very powerless because he can’t choose either of you. 

Until he isn’t. 

Let’s not forget Malleus is the fourth strongest mage in the world. That comes with the disadvantage for you of him being limited by only his imagination. If you won’t be happy with him if Lilia’s around, why not just get rid of that problem by, simply, erasing your discomfort from your memory?

Then he wins and has the best of both worlds, you and Lilia and no more of that unnecessary choice. Isn’t that great?

Silver’s a little worse off here, having to pick between the fae that raised him, who up until you he loved more than anything in the world; and you, the person he loves more than anything in the world and will continue to love more than anything in the world. 

Obviously, he’s going to be upset. Not angry, just upset. Being forced to pick between his father and you is a choice he doesn’t want to make, because he loves you both and doesn’t want to lose either of you. 

So insert common gaslighting technique called ✨Downplaying ✨

Listen, Silver is a green flag yandere that’s slowly turning into a red one. But if you put him in the middle of a war between having an unwilling you and his dad or having a willing you alone, he’d rather have both instead of one. 

So instead of picking sides, he’s going to justify it by saying that it’s not as bad as you think it is. Lilia’s the one he went to about advice for wooing you, so whatever his father is doing that creeps you out Silver will justify that it’s just Lilia trying to help him show his love for you. He’ll make excuses for his father all day long if he has to, Silver’s not giving up either of you if he can help it. 

Oh, and by the way, he’s going to tell Lilia about this. Expect that Lilia is going to be less hard on you, not just because Silver asked him to but your cooperation makes Silver happy, so he’ll give you that inch. Don’t try to take the mile. 

Sebek isn’t upset, more outraged.

His utmost respect for Lilia makes him believe that he knows best, so the fact that you’re discomforted by his presence to the point where you don’t want to be around him is a sign of disrespect so blatant that he can’t stand it. 

Strap in for a 2+ hour lecture about you should be honoured to be even his presence, because who do you think advised him on how to give you the love and respect (within the already too broad yandere boundaries but still) that you deserve. 

Look, Sebek is aware of your discomfort. If it’s so bad that it’s something that’s going to threaten your relationship together then, he will separate you in a way you might not like.

That is him locking you in his dorm room, and not letting you out. You won’t be able to interact with Lilia if you can’t ever be in the same room as him. And while he’s going to hate doing it, he will bite his tongue and ask Lilia to stay out of his dorm just to make you happy. 

Bonus~

Lilia thinks that your attempts at getting rid of him are amusing. He knew they were never going to work, they tell him about everything and when they’re too blinded by their love for you to actually take you for themselves he helps them with that too.

So obviously when they came to him for advice, or rather raving about how disrespectful you were being for Sebek, about how you were willing to be with them if he wasn’t around, he would of course give them whatever advice they’d need.

But for once, Lilia doesn’t feel as if this is something to punish you for. You’re young and since you don’t mind being around them if he’s not there, perhaps it’s just because you’re hoping for a different type of love to bloom. And what would be the point of all his efforts if he didn’t give you time alone for a garden to be seeded. 

Of course, he’ll advise his boys as such and he could stand to travel again, to give you and whoever you were paired with the privacy you needed, but don’t expect him to never return. He wouldn’t mind returning to the sound of a newborn crying.