#or talk to you gently if you're touch-averse

[dogbound1128]

In the middle of a panic attack about the future and thinking "My f/o could not do anything to help the problem but BOY could they make this so much better"

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Familiar Touches

These were meant to be short headcanons, but then I thought, what if I just kept talking ~1k words

Jason tends to find himself averse to touch. He curls away from pats to his shoulders, stiffens at nudges to his arms, or brushes against his sides. From family to friends, it takes a long time for him to learn to relax into hugs, to not expect a knife in the back the second he lowers his guard.

But none of this is true when it comes to you. You, he can't get enough of. You, who he tears down his walls for without a hint of regret. (Because any pain would be worth it, as long as he can stay near you)

Jason is still learning to soften his edges, to drain the tension from his shoulders even when the two of you are alone. But there's some things he's already learned to love, some things that he lets himself bask in. And, namely, it's your touch. He has his favorites, the moments he can't get enough of, even if he can't admit it outloud.

He revels in the times you thread your fingers through his hair, slowly and mindlessly scratching at the base of his scalp. You tangle your hand in his soft, unkempt locks, and if he's lucky, you'll lightly and thoughtlessly pull this way and that while you watch whatever's playing on the tv. He goes a little weak in the knees every time, especially if you start to try and twist the strands in short, messy braids.

He adores when you fidget with his hands, bending his fingers and tracing the lines of his palms as you talk. It sends shivers down his spine in a way he can't describe, makes his stomach flip, and his heart skip a beat.

It's just so you. He finds himself curling his fingers with yours all the time, just for the off chance it reminds you that you can fiddle with his hands, his clothes, his hair– anything that's his– whenever you want.

Jason's found that he's developed a soft spot for holding you– or being held by you, depending on the day. Really any form of being wrapped around each other works for him, but he loves hooking his arms around your waist and hiding his face in your chest, just blocking out the rest of the world with the sound of your heart beat.

He loves coming up behind you, dragging his lips from the spot behind your ear that makes your breath hitch to the base of your throat to suck a bruise over your pulse, all while having his arms wound tightly around your middle, keeping you against his chest while you laugh and squirm.

He melts, inside and out, when you settle in his lap or throw your legs over his, your weight welcomed and warm as he tries not to show just how much his eyes want to light up– all because you're near him. It's grounding, connecting, to have you so close.

He'll indulge himself, sometimes. Let his hands wander to the back of your thighs, knead his fingers on your calves, drag his palms over your sides, and just linger in the feel of your skin.

He loves it– loves you– especially when you're the one who initiates it, when you're the one who drapes yourself over him like he belongs to you. (Because he does)

He prolongs the moments where he can press his forehead to yours, close his eyes, and just breathe in time with the rise and fall of your chest. He holds his palms against your face, wonders if it's all a dream when your hands gently grab at his wrist, your thumbs moving rhythmically back and forth over his pulse.

Jason wants nothing more than to stay like that for the rest of his life, every nerve and every cell of his attuned to you and the way you press into him in return.

He's really not picky, when it comes to being able to touch you, to letting you touch him. He looks forward to it, cherishes the memories of your soft skin, and even softer smiles, especially when he's away from you and on patrol.

He smiles to thoughts of you tucking your hands in the pockets of his hoodies, claiming it's warmer this way. He softens at memories of you hooking his arm with yours, insisting it's only because if you slip on ice, then he's going down with you.

He savors every touch, every passing contact he has with you. But Jason does, if you pick and tease at him enough to get him to admit it, have a touch he prefers above all the others.

Kissing you, stealing the air from your lungs as your eyes flutter shut, is the touch that he can never get enough of. Your fingers fisted into his clothes, his hand on the small of your back, drawing you closer, closer, those are the times he treasures the most, the memories he holds so tightly in his heart.

Kissing you, so lost in the feel of your mouth slotted against his and the smell of your scent filling his senses, quickly becomes something he can't live without.

He's gotten good at stealing kisses, quick and no-so-quick moments where he can't tell where he ends, and you begin. He's gotten even better at convincing you to duck into alleys and closets with him, all for an extra minute to be pressed together, so lost in each other that nothing else seems to exist.

He's enamored by you– by all of it. He didn't know he could so easily lean into someone else's touch, find refuge in a hug or a fleeting brush of your fingers over his knuckles. But he knows now, knows that everything he's ever wanted– could ever need– all comes down to you and the way you hold him close. Like he's something worth keeping.

And at the end of it all, it's a feeling Jason wants to fight for, a dream he'll never stop chasing, a cherished moment he wants to hold in the palms of his hands for the rest of his days.

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give in

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

summary: joel shows you how to love yourself the way you deserve

warnings: 18+ MDNI, jackson era, soft!joel, age gap, comfort, smut, size kink, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation, fingering, exploring sexual trauma, mentions of guilt & shame, intrusive thoughts

word count: 2.8k

“Doin’ real good, baby. That’s it, nice and slow. No need to rush it.”

Joel needs you to believe it. 

He can feel your discomfort and sense the intrusive thoughts threatening to overtake you, but he needs you to know that everything you're doing right now is okay. 

It’s normal and natural, and under his roof, highly encouraged. All he's ever wanted is for you to feel good. For you to allow yourself the grace and gratification of coming undone at your own perfect hand.

But you live by an unspoken rule, one that doesn't apply to anyone else. There's nothing you love more than watching Joel touch himself, whether it's quick and dirty or drawn-out and meticulous, his body teetering on the edge of all-consuming release for hours. Yet, when it comes to your personal pleasure, there’s only shame.

He's beginning to realize that your aversion goes beyond a lack of education. You were young when the outbreak hit, and while FEDRA schools aren’t exactly known for their top-tier sex ed classes, that isn't what's holding you back.

There's something else there too, buried beneath the surface. A lifetime's worth of guilt and doubt that he alone gets the privilege of unraveling. So whenever you come to him for help, he leads you to his bed and gently coaxes you to self-completion.

He takes it slow and keeps his hands to himself unless you tell him otherwise—and you always tell him otherwise. But those are your boundaries to set. New rules to replace the old ones. 

Pressed firmly into your side, he whispers soft reassurances in your ear, his lips brushing the wispy baby hairs framing your forehead with every word. He swallows every gasp and moan, and cherishes the sharp sting of your nails biting into his skin as you reach your peak.

And when you come down from the clouds and turn to him with hazy eyes and a blissful smile, he knows it's all worth it. Even if it takes years more, he’ll continue to talk you through it, banishing the cruel thoughts that plague you and replacing them with the promise of relief.

Just like he is right now.

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"Tell me what you're feelin'. I wanna know what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours."

You shake your head, exhaling a long, frustrated breath. Your body never responds to you the way it does to Joel, and on the rare occasion it does, it just isn't the same. It takes too long and there's none of the gradual build-up that allows you to lose yourself in it. Not in the pleasure of it anyway.

"S'a little...dry," you mumble, slowing to a stop. It'll start to burn if you keep going like this, but you're not sure what else you can do. Joel presses a gentle kiss to the shell of your ear before pulling back.

"Lemme see your hand, sugar," he says, gesturing for yours with his own. Confused, you remove your fingers from between your legs to hold up in front of his face. 

You're waiting for him to inspect them or come up with a valid reason why they're not working when he abruptly sucks them into his mouth. His tongue feels hot, searingly so, as he laves over the pads of your middle and ring fingers, then dips between them to caress your knuckles down to where they meet. 

A wave of heat almost identical to the one enveloping your hand begins to pool at the base of your spine, and you feel a sudden, heady whoosh at the apex of your thighs. If he could just keep doing that, exactly that, but further down your body—

But to your disappointment, he stops as suddenly as he started and slides your fingers from his mouth with a lewd pop before guiding them back to your core.

"How 'bout now?" he asks earnestly, and Christ. He's so good at that. He always knows how to work your body, even by proxy. 

You're wet. You don't even need the added moisture of Joel's saliva anymore. Just the action itself has you breathing heavier, eliciting a craving you never knew you had. Your fingers slip clumsily through the slick leaking out of you, and your eyelids flutter at the fleeting sensation of your fingertips catching your entrance. 

"B-better...feels better," you stumble over your words. Your fingers continue to explore your folds without your permission, stoking the fire in your belly. And also your doubt. "But I'm—J-Joel it's..."

That telltale embarrassment is starting to creep in again, reminding you that you're doing something wrong. It feels too good and you really don't want to stop, but what does that say about you? Sinner, slut. The intrusive thoughts are louder than Joel's gentle panting in your ear now.

As if he can hear them, he snakes a hand past your stomach to grip the soft plush of your thigh. He spreads you open, exposing your cunt to the open air as he massages soothing shapes into your skin, silencing the ugly words with his kind touch.

"S'alright, sugar, you can keep goin'. You liked that, right? That's good. You're treatin' your body the way she deserves," he says encouragingly. His hand inches closer to where you're dribbling onto the sheets, but stops the moment his thumb reaches your coarse curls. 

You ache to wrap your soaked fingers around his to tug him closer, but you know you can't. And that feels surprisingly okay. For the first time in a long time, you're actually keeping yourself sated enough without his help.

Now that your legs are parted, it all feels...different. Heightened, almost. It's because you're hyperaware of every movement you're making, you realize, and it turns you on way more than it should. Or no. No. Exactly as much as it should. 

Joel isn't immune to it either. 

As your bedroom fills with the sounds of crisp, rustling sheets and the slick motions of your fingers roaming your folds, you can feel Joel fighting harder not to rut into your side. His body is tense beside you, and the bicep pillowing your head flexes intermittently every time your hips swivel to meet your hand. His praise is also starting to take on an edge, tinged with something a little...filthier.

"Y'hear that? You're gettin' so loud, sugar. So wet," he grits out, his expression pained. "Just look at'cha. Needy, perfect girl. Doin' everythin' right."

His eyes dart up to your face, observing the delicate scrunch of your nose and your parted lips. He's watching you a little too intently, likely to avoid the image of your glistening palm and fingertips working to bring yourself closer and closer to the edge. You're making a huge mess.

And it's making Joel hard as a rock. Twitching and leaking, and temptingly bare against the sweet friction of your hip. You know he's doing everything he can to focus on you, but he can't even begin to imagine how much his reaction is spurring you on. 

More. You want to give yourself so much more.

"Joel, I don't think I'm doing it right," you twist to whine into his tousled, graying hair. You breathe him in, and the familiar scent of pine and suede makes your head spin and your fingers stutter. "S'not enough. I-I need more, I keep losing it."

He sucks in a harsh breath through his teeth, wrenching his gaze away from you to glance down the bed. He can't even hide how badly he wants to touch you. His cock jerks the moment he catches sight of you again, smearing precum across your skin, and you involuntarily mimic him, your hips bucking up into your unpracticed touch.

Blunt nails dig into your thigh before his hand trails back up to your stomach. It trembles as he guides you, languidly and with a hint of desperation. 

"S'okay, just follow me," he instructs you, swirling his middle and ring fingers in a tight circle around your belly button. You shiver at the raspiness of his voice. "Right around your clit. Remember where that is?" 

But before you can shake your head, his arm slides out from under you and he shifts further down your body to lean over you, propping himself on his elbow. His fingers continue their path on your stomach while he moves lower to gently tug up the hood of your clit, revealing your swollen nub. 

"Fuckin' hell," he swears quietly under his breath, his stomach visibly tensing. He's careful to steer clear of everything else, giving you enough space to heed his lesson. 

"Alright, c'mere, sugar. There ya go. See? You remember," he releases you, shifting a hand to your thigh and wrapping the other tightly around the base of his cock. He keens, his back nearly bowing with the pent-up tension in his body. "That's it. Nice, tight circles. Just like when I make you cum with my mouth."

You choke on your next moan, squeezing your eyes shut as you're suddenly inundated with memories of Joel between your legs, fucking you with his tongue until you gush into his mouth. You press down harder, swirl faster. No guilt, no disgust. It all still feels so good. 

He notices the change in your breathing immediately and begins to stroke himself in time with the rapid rise and fall of your breasts. The hazel of his eyes darken to pitch black. A warning, preparing you for the ecstasy to come.

"Oh, you like that, huh? S'good, you're doin' so good. Can ya give yourself two fingers?" he croons, teasing just below the ridge of his cock with his thumb while he waits for your response. 

"I...yeah. Y-yes," you whimper, your brows furrowing as you slip your fingers lower to circle your entrance. But as you start to press into yourself, you hesitate. "W-wait, it feels like too much. I don't want it to hurt."

At that, he all but winces like he's in physical pain, and his hand shoots to the base of his cock again and squeezes.

"Christ," he grits through his teeth, but it sounds more like a growl. You never meant to make him fight his own body like this, but you won't lie and say you're not devouring every second of it. He exhales sharply through his nose to ground himself. "Does it feel good when ya take my cock?"

Those dark eyes are locked on yours, but somehow they're still so gentle. He's not saying any of this for himself. You can tell, it's all for you. Reminders that you can do this if you want it and that he'd never ask you to do anything that could harm you.

You nod quickly because it does feel good. You need him to know that having him inside you feels so, so good. 

"Look at those pretty, little fingers of yours. They bigger than I am?"

Your eyes drop to where his hand is still wrapped tightly around himself. He's leaking all over his fingers, thick and tinged an angry shade of red.

"No, Joel. You're bigger," you whisper, your pleasure intensifying the longer you watch him. His lips quirk into the beginnings of a smirk.

"Now, ya don't have to. You can get yourself there just like that. S'just as good," his drawl commands your attention. "But I think you'd like knowin' how it feels like to cum around 'em—"

The tips of your fingers begin to sink into your heat before he finishes his sentence. The sensation is...everything. Too much to keep your eyes from rolling back or your jaw from dropping. It's just so different. As you bottom out, you wonder how this is even possible for Joel. How he ever manages to fit.

"S'hard to move," you pump your fingers in and out experimentally, moaning quietly at the addictive way they drag against your walls.

You're not too naive to realize your body stretches to accommodate him, but you're too caught up in the sight of his hand resuming its previous pace to recall that knowledge. He looks a little desperate and sounds even more so.

"Fuck me. S'it tight? Tell me, sugar. Tell me how tight ya are," he pants heavily, unable to stop himself from fucking into his fist. You unknowingly match his pace, clenching around yourself every time your palm slaps into your clit.

"M'so tight, Joel. And wet and warm," your eyes flutter closed as you lose yourself in the beauty of your own body. 

Letting the slick sound of his hand slamming into his pelvic bone be your guide, you bring yourself closer and closer to your own distinctive state of nirvana. The same explosive release Joel gives you—you're finally allowing your body to experience it for itself.

"Joel, I'm...I...," you sob around your words, barely able to force them out as your entire being quakes with your impending orgasm. "...I can't—m'gonna cum, Joel, I can't."

Without warning, he throws a leg over your body to straddle your hips and crashes his lips into yours. He continues to work himself as he coaxes your mouth open, his tongue brushing yours fleetingly before he pulls back. 

"Let go, sugar. Give in to it, s'okay. I got ya, I'm right here," he breathes against your lips, and you tilt your head to meet them. When your head drops back onto the bed, your eyes are pleading. You need his help. 

And he understands. That's what he's here for.

"Cum with me," he murmurs, dropping his forehead to yours. "C'mon, perfect girl, you deserve it."

You believe him. The shame and never-ending guilt that twists and snags like barbed wire in your chest is nowhere to be found right now. There's only silence, save for you and Joel teetering on the cusp, and his tender reassurances in your ear. He's right. You can have this. 

"Ngh—Joel, it's...cumming. Fuck, fuck, m'cumming."

It creeps up on you, a gentle crescendo that abruptly peaks, then slams into you like a freight train. His name leaves your lips in a sharp exhale of sheer relief, repeated like a prayer while you ride it out. 

You're vaguely aware of a ragged, drawn-out groan above you as you soak the sheets beneath you, your cunt squeezing your fingers hard with every spasm, just like he said it would. You feel it all. 

Then you feel him splatter across your stomach and breasts in thick, white streaks, his release as messy and prolonged as yours. Gasping, you continue through your aftershocks together until sensitivity sets in.

Joel collapses on the bed next to you and immediately pulls you into his arms, uncaring of the sticky, drying mess smearing between you. He cups your cheek and kisses you, firmly but chastely, before reluctantly pulling away.

His eyes search yours carefully like he's looking for something. Peace, maybe? A sense of calm, an absence of the cloudiness he so often sees there and fights to keep at bay. Whatever it is, he must find it because then his lips are on yours again, a longer, deeper kiss that you melt into with loose limbs and a light heart.

"How we doin', sugar?" he asks tentatively as he parts from you. 

You take a moment to respond, appraising your body and everything it can sense right now. The wetness between your legs and on your chest, your aching wrist and thighs, and that sweet, pleasant buzz settling at the top of your spine. 

"Good," you tell him honestly. You gaze up at him with a blissful smile, preening at the affectionate one he gives you in return before burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

"Thanks for this," you continue, mumbling carefully into the warmth of his skin. "And for putting up with me. I know all of this is shitty and weird, and not fun. Just...thanks for never giving up on me."

He sighs, pulling you impossibly closer and enveloping you in his strong, soothing embrace. It feels safe here. In Joel's bed, surrounded by his scent and heat, and unwavering patience, you start to feel hopeful. He lifts your hand to his lips and softly kisses the pads of each finger, then the center of your palm.

"Ya don't have to thank me for any of that. We'll keep doin' this, s'long as it takes," he murmurs, urging you out of your hiding spot to meet his eyes. "Not a damn thing wrong with ya. Ya hear me? You're perfect."

Maybe one day, you'll be able to believe him outside of this bedroom. But for right now, you just feel lucky to be loved by a man like Joel. One who accepts your trauma and your past, and will always be there to protect you, even from yourself.

thanks for reading!

[inkdrinkerworld]

So I was wondering... how would a sunshine!reader and Diana meeting go?

"Spencer I'm terrified. This isn't just anyone, this is your mom." you're very clearly freaking out on the walk to the hospital doors, hands sweating profusely no matter how many times you drag them down the length of your corduroy jeans.

Spencer and you have been going out for two months now, but you've been friends for almost two years and in all that time you'd never met his mom.

You'd understood, it was never quite the right time to meet her, but you knew Spencer talked to her about you. There was one time where you overheard her telling him to, 'ask her out Spence, you like her this much already.'

But that had been it. You hadn't tried pushing his boundaries with his mom, you knew how close they were, but now she's in a good mental space and Spencer was ready.

"It's going to be fine. She already knows so much about you. It's just like putting a name to a face." He reassures you, pushing the door open and greeting the receptionist with a familiar smile.

"She's waiting for you both in the garden." the receptionist says, Spencer nodding in thanks while you give a polite smile.

"Relax, angel." Spencer links your fingers, and you try not to let your pulse hammering make your head fuzzy.

"Spencer!" Diana waves her hand as she spots him, Spencer smiling widely and pulling you gently along behind him.

"Hi mom, this is Y/n." Diana looks you up and down and then her face brightens with a smile.

"Oh you're just beautiful." Where Spencer has an aversion to touch when he can help it, Diana wastes no time pulling you into a hug. "Has Spencer been nice? Have you been nice?"

You chuckle when Spencer gripes a whiny, 'Mom,' while you begin telling her how nice Spencer has been. Your visit is only a short while, Diana needing to stay with her routines, but you both have fun- you play scrabble and Spencer isn't allowed in the last round because he beat you both three times before.

"I'll see you Y/n," she says lovingly and you nod, pulling her into one more hug. Spencer is overjoyed, thankful that his mom had a good day the whole way through and that your nerves had melted away quickly.

[endless-ineffabilities]

the only intermission (Ewan Mitchell x f!reader)

a/n: this is a direct result of my wishing that Ewan would do a play here in London so I can watch him. So, here you go <3

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You and Ewan share a moment during intermission.

The play's intermission is under way, with twenty minutes of reprieve for the actors and the audience. Bethany had gone to the bar to grab a drink with Harry, and somehow, to Ewan's obvious delight, he was able to corner you out in the foyer.

The two of you stand at a semi-secluded spot away from the main doors, clear of the passage into the theatre.

"So, what do you think of it so far?" Ewan leans against the wall, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, and hoping you didn't notice that he kept shuffling closer to you.

There had been a two-foot distance, which became one, after he said something along the lines of—Wait, I can't hear you, say that again?—even though you are well away from the bustle.

And now, his arm is close enough to brush against yours as you respond, "I really enjoyed it. Emma's absolutely brilliant! I mean, the whole cast is amazing, but Emma's a standout for me."

"For me as well," Ewan agrees. He's mesmerized by the way you beam in enthusiasm.

"I wanted to ask you if you've ever done a play? I think you would be really good at it!"

Ewan feels the heat rush to his cheeks. "Really? No, I haven't been in a play yet—"

"Well you should!" You touch his forearm lightly. For but a second. He wishes you hadn't let go.

"Should I?"

"I wouldn't lie to you, Ewan," you say, smiling and tilting your head. Is this flirting?

Can you do it some more?

"If you say so." He tries to match your tone. "Will you be there to watch me when I do?"

"Am I invited to press night?"

Either his own desires are fooling him, or you shuffle closer to him this time.

"You'll be front and centre, darling."

You nod in appreciation. "Well, I would be honoured. You know, if they do another rendition of Romeo and Juliet, you should go for the part of Romeo."

He laughs lightly, and before he can stop himself, he blurts out, "Only if you would be Juliet."

Your face contorts in apparent confusion. "But... I'm not an actress."

His smile drops, thinking that his attempt at flirtation flew right over your head.

"No, darling—" he stammers. "I, I just meant—"

You throw your head back, giggling to yourself. "Ohhh, you make it too easy!"

He can't help but join you, the trill of your shared laughter echoing in your little corner of the room.

"You're mean," he clicks his tongue, his voice lowering.

"Hmm. So do you still want to take me out?"

You most definitely move closer to him. He sees it clearly, and he mirrors your motion, gently brushing his fingers along the side of your face.

There is a moment of static, electrifying tension. His eyes are drawn down to your lips, which part slightly.

But it all dissipates when the usher's booming voice cuts through, announcing that the play is to resume in five minutes.

You sigh. "We should head back inside."

No. Not yet. Would Bethany be cross with him if he asks to switch seats so he can be close to you for the next hour?

He feels silly—he can't even wait until after the play.

"Hold on," he says, grabbing your hand when you start to turn away. "I do still want to take you out."

"Oh," you smile sweetly. "Great." You glance around quickly, likely checking if Bethany already went back inside. "We'll talk after the play?"

"Yes, please, darling," he exhales, giving your hand a squeeze. Why can't plays have hour-long intermissions? Maybe you wouldn't be averse to just walking out of there and having that date way sooner than expected.

There will be plenty of other nights to watch the play anyway.

"Come on," you tug at his hand, tilting your head toward the entrance. "Time to go, handsome."

You hold on to his hand, and a shiver runs down his spine, your touch sending a surge of warmth through him.

Your skin feels so soft. And you called him handsome.

As you merge back into the crowd, shuffling toward the doors, he leans in close. "You know," he whispers, "when we go on our date, there won't be any intermissions like this."

"You won't need a break from me? I can be annoying, you know," you tease, raising an eyebrow.

He chuckles softly, his gaze holding yours. "I think I can handle it, beautiful."

You blush, lowering your head. He feels pleased with himself.

He continues, "Besides, I have a feeling you'll keep me on my toes."

On his toes, on his knees, on his back—whatever position you want him in.

Oh, he's going to hell.

[moonsaver]

hiyaaa! its me again!! omg is it just me or is there just NO robin x reader content like, at all???

please please please!! if you don't mind, please give me your robin romantic headcanons?

an extra add on food for thought: what do you think would happen if both siblings happen to pine after the same person?

Hello dear inbox visitor! I think it would be better if you sent it during while requests were open, since it kind of teeters on the line between thoughts vs requests haha. Anyways, you're right. We dont have enough x robin content :(

Lets try and fix it!

Robin seems like a very attentive lover, which is surprising considering how busy she would be since she's a popstar.

During conversations or small talk, passing phrases, she makes sure to listen to you lovingly,and makes note of all the small things about you.

To me, I think she'd be the type of person who puts your name as just a pink heart icon, and notes down all the things you like in the description of your contact. She also has a separate notes tab for other things like your wishlist items, things she's noticed about you, and so on.

She's optimistic, but not unrealistic. If you're the overthinker type, she grounds you flawlessly. She's very rational and sorts things out carefully with you, sitting you down gently and discusses everything on your mind with you. Gives you a lovely, soft smile when you stop overthinking and come to a solution with a relaxed sigh.

Surprisingly sensitive to physical contact. She's not touch-starved, nor averse to it, but still is unused to it for the most part. However, she likes holding hands very often. She'd be very happy if you rubbed your thumb over her knuckles. Often takes off her glove just to hold your hand. I feel like her hands would be pleasantly cold. She squeaks slightly when you kiss her face! Then giggles. She likes the feeling of you peppering her face in kisses.

Lets you touch her wings often, and they are incredibly soft. They smell pleasantly of flowers, and sometimes she flutters them on your face to make you giggle. She doesn't mind if you mess them up a bit, as long as it's not before a concert.

If you have hair long enough to braid, she'll want to do that. She has cute little accessories on her that she uses whenever you let her, cute clips and hair ties that she uses for you specifically. She also really likes it when you braid her hair. She doesn't care if it's not pretty, she just likes that you're the one doing it.

Often, I imagine she gets overwhelmed with the amount of people working on her appearances that sometimes she just asks them to leave and has you help her work on her appearance. It could just be feedback and she'll appreciate it. She just likes being in your presence whenever she's overwhelmed, which can be often if she's especially out on a tour. If you can't be there physically, she'll want to call you, or replay any voice notes you may have sent previously. She saves them all – date, time, named and even the context behind them. She misses you dearly whenever she's away, just doesn't have the time to even express it.

If you're alright with cosmetics of all kinds, she's a little thrilled. She'll want you to try her perfumes and clothes, too. Kisses you directly if you ask for her lip balm or lipgloss, then giggles at the transferred sheen. Likes trying out new eye palette colors on you, trying out new styles of makeup, and often asks for suggestion on her own outfits. She also adores when you both dress up in matching outfits, and has a neat little album of you two consisting of photos that she takes.

Robin can feel a bit shy asking for affection or doing cute couple-things. She really likes the corny things, like indirect kisses from shared straws, being stared at while she's doing something, being kissed in the rain, dancing together, etc.. she also probably saw you eat a lollipop once, and wanted to ask you for a taste, but got too shy and didn't ask. You have to take the initiative and comfort her into asking for these things.

Anyways, if both siblings pine for the same person.. it's gonna be a little strained. Depends on how much they like the reader respectively, but lets assume both of them are head over heels for reader.

Robin and Sunday pining after the same person may either bring them together or put more strain on their already, slightly distant relationship. I feel like Sunday may either support his sister, convince her to pursue you and share you with him, or guilt trip her into not approaching you. Not even as a yandere, Sunday can be a little manipulative and greedy when it comes to his feelings. Ever since Robin left Sunday alone as the head of the Oak Family, I feel like he would harbor a small amount of apathy or even dislike towards her because of it, and on top of that, if she ends up liking you, he'll feel oddly like you've been stolen from him.

Robin.. won't back off so easily however. She's a smart girl, and even if she obliges to her brother's whims, she knows him better than anyone else. She'll probably stay docile for the most part, though. However, she isn't just a pretty face. Just because she remains docile doesn't mean she's given you up completely to her brother. She'll at least remain stubborn on having you to some degree, even if it means straining their relationship a bit.

[dootdootwriting]

♡ SLEEPING with the HSR men ♡

featuring: dan heng; welt; sampo; gepard; jing yuan tw: some light cursing from me, sampo's is a bit suggestive type: fluff, a bit silly pronouns used: none a/n: recreating the genshin version of this post which went viral to announce that i'm now writing & accepting requests for HSR.... and not b*ha that was a moment of weakness sorry everyone LOL

utc for length!

DAN HENG

naps all the goddamn time

the astral express will be cruising along and he'll let out this giant yawn and march gives you the side-eye and you know. your boyfriend is about to gently grab your hand and sleepily lead you into his... room (?) for a power nap

these can last anywhere from fifteen minutes, where dan will just barely wrap his arms around you and close his eyes for a bit, to three hours, where his head will hit his unfortunately thin pillow, and he won't even have time to give you a kiss before he's down for the count

he's an incredibly heavy sleeper, which works to his benefit and his detriment

he gets nightmares relatively frequently. while they don't happen every time he gets the chance to rest, it's around a third of the time, and sometimes he'll even wake up in a cold sweat and flail around to make sure you're still with him

even if you don't wake easily, seeing your sleeping form nearby calms him down. he knows he's safe.

actually, just having you sleep next to him makes it less likely for the nightmares to appear, and eventually, he makes such a habit of getting you to come with him every time he goes to bed that he can't actually sleep without some part of his body touching you

if you're on a particular stop or for some reason you have to sleep away from him, dan heng gets little to no sleep. he clutches his pillow as a (not very effective) surrogate, and wakes up with a sore neck and less braincells than usual

he needs his beauty sleep.

if dan is asleep next to you, and you wake up before him while he's holding you, don't bother trying to get up. he won't stop you from leaving, but he'll do something even worse: he'll lightly grab your arm as you get up and look at you through one bleary eye with the haziest expression on his face, and he'll ask you to stay, please?

alright fine. after you use the bathroom. needy ass (affectionate)

WELT YANG

"i don't need sleep, i have coffee"

get into bed old man or i swear to god

welt tries to have a sleep schedule, honestly. he's just not very good at it

he's a chronic caffeine drinker, and while he knows it's not good for him, he's also a slight workaholic and when he gets into the groove of working on something, he needs to stay awake to see it through. unfortunately, this means he's often up until the early hours of the morning, and you're fast asleep in bed before he even realizes what time it is.

he makes it up to you. whenever this happens and he finds you conked out how you were waiting for him, he picks you up and puts you in a more comfortable position, and tucks you into the covers next to him once he joins you

he needs to realize that taking a nap with the love of his life is just as refreshing, if not more, than a mug with four shots of espresso is

(you have seen him go to a coffee shop and order a "quad espresso" with the most tired, deadpan expression and have the baristas look at him in awe and fear)

the type to tuck the both of you in and forget that he has his glasses on. luckily at this point pompom is an experienced glasses mender.

he has lost at least six pairs to this plight.

welt is an average sleeper, and he doesn't move around much, so despite his aversiveness to actually getting into bed, he is a good sleeping partner.

GEPARD LANDAU

gepard enjoys sleeping with you so much that bedtime is his favorite part of the day

well, for multiple reasons, actually. he really likes the intimacy that goes along with washing up together and getting ready for bed

he's one to lie awake with you for a few minutes and read or scroll through your phones or just talk to each other before you go to bed. it's his favorite time to unwind and destress from the duties of being captain.

he tries so hard to let you fall asleep first, but damn if he isn't exhausted. he usually ends up falling asleep before you.

gepard's sleep schedule is very strict and regular. he goes to bed probably between ten and eleven at night and has to wake up for work around five am (rest in peace)

this gives him anywhere between six and seven hours of sleep every night, which is just enough to get him through the day and back to you in the evening.

he's not exactly a light sleeper? he wakes pretty easily but it takes a few buzzes of his alarm before he realizes that he's supposed to be waking up then.

gepard wants so badly to be the partner who stays in bed "five more minutes" with you, or calls in sick from work just to stay in bed for the day. unfortunately, with his position, it just isn't possible, which breaks his heart every morning.

to make up for that, he leaves a note at his spot on the bed -- it's anything from "extra hard day today most likely. i'll miss you <3" to a silly, horrible doodle of him giving you a kiss

and then he's off to smack monsters over the head with his sister's guitar case

SAMPO KOSKI

"sampo koski always goes to bed on time!"

lies. or, well, he tries? i guess?

he means to, anyway... there's just always something to distract him, whether it be you, or social media, or some brand new business opportunity pinging him

being a traveler, the two of you often sleep in hotels or motels across belobog. it's not bad! sampo always reserves rooms in the nicest area nearby -- he likes to treat you to the nicest sheets and the best room service

i mean, you can't really have any fun if you're not comfortable~

smack him with a pillow please. or a brick!

doesn't have the tiniest bit of a bedtime routine. he decides he's tired, he flops on top of you, and he's out

sleeps like the dead. there is no waking sampo koski until it is time for him to wake up

the morning is when you remind him he has to shower and brush his teeth, to which he reluctantly agrees and smiles at you bashfully

which, actually, is kind of cute

this isn't to say he doesn't care about his appearance -- he DEFINITELY DOES. he just oftentimes forgets to wash up before he fals asleep.

he's another one who has to be touching you at all times while he rests. whether it be a hand, a foot, his head on your chest, your head on his chest... it doesn't matter. he likes the security he feels when he knows you're there with him.

JING YUAN

jing yuan always goes to sleep on time!

truth. he actually gets agitated when his sleep schedule is thrown off.

he has it written down in his head; his bodily clock is incredibly regimented. his sleeping times, eating times, and self-hygiene times all have to be the same every day, or his whole day feels off

he doesn't need an alarm clock. he wakes up at the same time every day, give or take a half hour. if he wakes up any earlier or later than his usual waking up zone, he goes into a sour mood as if he just knows the rest of the day will be bad.

he's another heavy sleeper. jing yuan prefers to sleep on his back and have you sleep on his chest. or on some occasions, he'll spoon you.

the lion sleeps at the foot of the bed

another part of his nightly routine is goodnight kisses and bedtime meat. he grabs a little chunk of chicken or beef for the kitty and gives each of you a kiss before he turns out the light and goes to sleep

if you prefer to stay up for a while doing your own things, he has no qualms with that, as long as it doesn't disturb his rest. things like having your phone out or a reading lamp on don't bother him -- he can go to sleep regardless of the lighting conditions.

i'm just imagining how fucked up he gets from jet lag. poor guy. aeons forbid he ever travel to a different planet with a separate passage of time

[merakiui]

!! Goldfishie Riddle !!

Gosh the possibilities,, maybe you were originally a volunteer but were kidnapped as a test subject for Riddle and given to him as a breeding toy? The scientists haven’t quite figured out mer biology yet and you were closest to the standoffish goldfish… so you’re a sacrifice in the name of science.

Somehow they’ve altered you for life underwater so you can breathe and be with him, but you don’t have fins or a tail, only clumsy human feet and hands. Can’t have you swimming away from riddle after all. There’s a shallower part of the pool for you to be able to stand up in but overall Riddle has access to you anytime he wants.

The chase part,,, Riddle gently nonconning you bc he thinks chase = mate??? And you have to explain to him the eggs don’t come out of humans, they stay in your tummy. And when the time comes to give birth, you’re in the shallow area of the water with Riddle gently but firmly stroking your tummy to help the babies come out. He whispers encouragement into your ears <333 helping you through the birth until your little goldfish fry are born! They’re all mini copies of their father with a few human features from you.

As a side note I imagine he’s a lil bit chubby in the cheeks for some reason, I just wanna squish <3

AAAAA YES YES!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, female reader, non-con, pregnancy, aphrodisiac use, oviposition, breeding, delusion, implied stockholm syndrome)

Just imagine how curious he becomes once he realizes your arrival in his enclosure is meant to be a permanent fixture. Riddle is so visibly pleased by this change that he's smiling brightly, so overcome with happiness that he momentarily switches back to mer language and so all you hear are delighted clicks and whistles. He adores you so much; that much is obvious when he tries to be as close to you as possible in the water, reaching out with webbed hands to welcome you into his arms even if you're so intent on staying in the shallows, as far from him as possible. He's growing frustrated with your aversion, but he must remember to remain calm. Nothing good will come out of impatience, and humans are fragile creatures. He must treat you with care and respect.

Riddle tries to talk to you about random things to soothe you. Aside from the fact that you have been paired for mating purposes, the both of you are still friends. And isn't this good for your friendship? Won't living with him in his enclosure bring you much closer than before? Riddle isn't dangerous. He's nothing like those brutish moray eels or that sly octopus! He's sweet and genuine, and he only wants you to be comfortable while you're here. His space is your space now, and he doesn't mind sharing it. In fact, it would be so nice if you could sleep beneath the water with him, yet you're so determined to stay away. He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. He shares his meals, he smiles at you, he talks to you, he tries to love you even if you avoid him... He's doing everything a good friend (and mate) is meant to do!

Sometimes the researchers feed you a strange medicine and it allows you to temporarily love him enough for you to let him explore your peculiar anatomy. Riddle likes to learn through hands-on experiences, so when you're so pliable and obedient his delicate fingers will spread your pussy open so he can peer inside while silently wondering if this is where your eggs will come out of. You stretch so wide! He's so amazed and awestruck when he fits three fingers in in one sudden thrust. And the reactions you make to all of his touches are so inviting. When you arch your back, when you gasp and moan, when your fingers curl into his hair when he slides his fingers out and replaces them with his tongue... Everything you do is so cute. He drags himself out of the water and onto the platform in the shallows, pressing his body against yours, to kiss at every part of you, cold hands curling around your breasts to squeeze and tug. When you're like this, you always let him sleep with you in the aftermath. You even let him hug you! Even though you may dislike the medicine the researchers give you, Riddle loves the effects it has on you.

You've told him time and time again that you can't release any eggs naturally and that there's no way you can mate in the way he expects to mate with you. The first time should have landed, but it took a few more insistent statements for Riddle to understand. Of course it would be different for you. You're a human with different anatomy and mating customs. But that doesn't mean he can't give you eggs. Merfolk are very adaptable creatures, and Riddle is a determined goldfish in love! When he chases you in the tank and you avoid him (though you aren't very fast; how can you possibly out-swim a mer when you don't possess the fins and tail necessary for cutting through the water so smoothly?), he thinks this is finally happening. You're accepting him and he can start a family with you. He's made sure to produce many eggs of his own so that they can all find a nice temporary home inside that warm, wet hole he liked to finger and lick all those times when you were under the influence of the medicine.

He's so gentle. His arms are wrapped around you and his tail curls between your legs, and he presses himself flush against your front when he thrusts all the way inside, softly cooing at you in an incoherent mix of mer and human language. He's learned that some humans often mate facing one another, so he wants to try this for your first time. And it feels so snug inside you, and he gets to admire your pretty face as you cry and whine. He'll swallow every protest with plenty of open-mouthed kisses, rocking inside you so very slowly so you can get used to him. You're clenching so hard and it's so tight inside that he wonders how an entire clutch will ever fit, but he knows you can do it. And he tells you this when he fills you with a special sort of slick that will help the eggs settle so much easier inside your womb. You squirm and struggle in his arms, but he holds firm, promising to you that you're doing well and that it'll be okay.

Riddle's so blissfully happy when he deposits the first few eggs inside you and you slowly but surely submit, your eyes veiled with glazed emotions. He thinks he might be crying as well when he feels your stomach swell, so full of eggs and slick and semen. He's going to have a family with you! He's going to be a father! You've finally accepted him as your mate (or perhaps he ought to say lover instead?)! He can build a happy family, one that will be filled with the love he never received as a fry. Oh, he's so, so happy and he voices his enthusiasm even if you aren't all that present to absorb his praise.

You still stay in the shallows after the fact, and for once Riddle doesn't mind it. You look so beautiful with your full belly. He stares at you with his elbows propped on the ledge of the shallows, so distracted and lovestruck that even the researchers can't get through to him. Riddle panics when they try to get close to you, and he splashes them when they attempt to touch you. The minute a hand that isn't his or yours strays too close to your pregnant tummy is when he's turning red with anger, glaring so viciously at the researchers and berating them with harsh, loud clicks and whistles. Though you can't understand his words, you can tell he's threatening and cursing them to the deepest trench and back.

Riddle likes when you pat his head. He likes when you soften enough to run your fingers over his pretty ear fins or squish his cheeks between your warm, welcoming hands. His fingers wrap around your wrists to keep your hands in place and he smiles so sweetly at you. Humans have a dozen ways to communicate their love for one another and so do merfolk. Mer language sounds very musical and rhythmic to keen ears, and Riddle can sing of all the phrases mers use to convey affection. He uses these even if you can't understand the sentiment. All that matters is that you know just how much he cares for you.

He's nervous when it comes time for you to give birth. Your stomach has only grown so much in the following months, a result of the goldfish fry getting bigger within their eggs. (He never anticipated just how big you would get.) He's excited, of course, but then there's also the underlying thrum of anxiety that courses through him. You've gotten better at letting him approach you. You used to flinch away and glare; now you seem less averse to him and his careful touch. He'll hold you against his chest, one hand rubbing circles into your hip while the other caresses your bloated belly to help lessen the pressure of so many eggs. He whispers the sweetest encouragements to you, presses kisses to the back of your neck, calls you mommy so you can get used to hearing it. You'll feel so exhausted and empty after the entire process and Riddle is so proud of you. He knew you could do it.

And perhaps you'll miss the feeling of being so full and round to the point where you'll beg him to fuck you again. He will (that's a promise), but you need to rest first. You'll fall asleep listening to a lullaby sung so softly in a language you can't understand, but it sounds so beautiful all the same. Riddle will kiss your forehead while he admires the many eggs, each one filled with a tiny, precious bundle of life. He definitely cries when they hatch and he sees his precious fry for the first time, cradling as many as he can hold in his palms and arms. How can he not become so emotional when they are the culmination of his and your love? He will adore each and every single one of them, and he's so lucky to be able to raise them alongside you.

[callmemonster68]

JAY - The Blood Moonlight ( smut )

Y/N’s life changes when she takes a job at a secluded mansion, organizing the library of seven mysterious vampires. With Jay, the hottest moments unfold as she faces danger, passion, and a rival clan under the blood moonlight.

Pairing: Jay X FemReader (Masterlist)

Genre: Obscenity / Dark Fantasy

Note 1: This story will have eight versions, with only the smut section varying. One will involve the group, while the other seven will focus on individual characters.

Warning: graphic description of gore ( bloond/injuries ) explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, group sex,double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, masturbation

Note 2: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome! Text not revised!!!

Y/N never imagined her ordinary life in a quiet town would be transformed by fate. It all began when she accepted a job at an old mansion deep in the forest, tasked with caring for the personal library of its new residents. The mansion was home to seven mysterious men, each exuding a dark charm and harboring deep secrets.

Jake, the leader, radiated authority and charisma. Jay, enigmatic and seductive, sparked Y/N’s curiosity with his intense gazes. Jungwon, youthful in appearance but with wisdom spanning ages, had a kindness that contrasted with his true nature. Sunoo’s radiant smile masked a darker side, while Niki, the most playful, teased her with jokes and piercing looks. Sunghoon was cold and reserved, his silent intensity impossible to ignore. Lastly, Heeseung, a mix of sweetness and danger, seemed to be the bridge that united them all.

Over time, Y/N noticed they weren’t merely attractive and mysterious. There was something supernatural about them: the way they always seemed to know what she was thinking, their inhuman speed, and their aversion to sunlight.

When the truth was revealed—that they were vampires hiding from humanity—Y/N should have run. But the connection between her and the seven was irresistible. Each of them seemed to fill a void within her, and their attraction to her was equally overwhelming.

Life in the mansion grew more intimate as they protected and courted her, sharing moments that transcended the physical, diving into deep emotional bonds. Amid their passion, they faced external threats. Rival vampire clans sought Y/N, believing her blood possessed unique properties capable of empowering weaker vampires.

As the bond between the seven and Y/N deepened, the mansion became not just a home but a refuge against outside dangers. They would face threats, battles, and their own conflicted emotions to protect what they had built together.

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With Jay, the tension built gradually, like embers smoldering silently until they erupted into flames. He was the more reserved one, yet he always looked at Y/N as though he could read every thought in her mind. One night, as she sat in the library, he appeared silently behind her, watching for a few moments before speaking in his husky voice.

Jay: "You know what you're doing to me, don't you?"

He asked, stepping closer to her slowly.

When they finally kissed, it was as if years of repressed desire had been unleashed. Jay was intense and dominant, yet he always respected Y/N’s boundaries, ensuring every moment was as pleasurable for her as it was for him. The experience with Jay was marked by mystery and unbridled passion.

He gently pressed her against the bookshelf, his eyes burning with desire as his fingers glided down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

Jay: "I can’t pretend anymore, Y/N," he whispered, his lips brushing hers but not quite connecting. "Every time you walk into a room, it feels like the air disappears. You’re all I think about, all I want."

She tried to respond, but her voice faltered under his intensity. Jay smiled—a satisfied, intentional smile filled with meaning.

Jay: "You like this, don’t you? Knowing you have control over me."

He cupped her face with one hand, tilting it slightly back while the other slid to her waist.

Y/N: "Jay…" she whispered, his name barely audible, almost a moan.

He silenced her with a deep kiss, his body molding to hers, making it unmistakably clear there was no space for doubt between them. When they finally parted, he gazed at her, breathless but with his voice still steady and commanding.

Jay: "Tonight, you’re mine, Y/N. And I’ll make sure you remember every second of it."

He guided her to the nearby sofa, his movements precise yet brimming with passion. As he explored her with kisses and touches that seemed to anticipate her every desire, he continued speaking, each word fueling her longing even more.

Jay: "You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this, about you. Every inch of you fascinates me. I want to hear you say you want me as much as I want you."

She looked at him, her eyes shining with emotion and desire.

Y/N: "I want you, Jay. I always have."

Jay’s heart raced at her words. It was as if every barrier he had built over time crumbled in an instant. He pulled her closer, his hands gliding reverently over her skin, as if each touch were a silent promise that she was everything he had ever wanted and more.

Jay: "You have no idea how crazy you make me, how much I want to make you mine in every possible way."

His voice was husky, filled with a desire that bordered on devotion. He started kissing her slowly, savoring every moment, every reaction. His fingers traced every curve of her body, leaving trails of warmth and shivers. He alternated between firm and gentle touches, murmuring words that made her melt.

Jay: "You’re mine. Only mine. Say it to me."

Y/N gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. She was completely surrendered, every fiber of her being giving in to him without reservation.

Y/N: "I’m yours, Jay. Completely yours."

Those words ignited him. Jay lifted her gently, guiding her with ease and confidence. He wanted to mark the moment in every possible way, ensuring she never doubted how special she was to him. They shared another searing kiss, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. He removed Y/N’s shirt, revealing her bare chest. He teased her nipples, sucking and nibbling, drawing gasps and moans from her.

Y/N: "Are you going to stay dressed?" she asked, laughing softly.

Jay answered by pulling off his own shirt and tossing it into a random corner. He kissed her again, a kiss full of hunger and longing, before standing them both up to remove the rest of their clothes. Once fully bare, he laid her down on the sofa, positioning himself between her legs.

Jay: "You’re everything to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted."

He entered her slowly, his eyes full of tenderness and desire, making Y/N feel more wanted than she ever had before. As he moved, her moans became the melody he craved, encouraging him to go deeper, to give her everything.

Jay never looked away, as if every movement reaffirmed what he felt for her. He began slowly, each thrust deliberate and filled with intensity, studying her reactions, memorizing every expression and sound she made.

Jay: "You’re so beautiful… so perfect. I’ll never get enough of having you like this."

His hands gripped her hips firmly, guiding her movements so they fit together perfectly. He leaned forward, bringing their bodies even closer, his lips exploring her neck, leaving kisses and light bites that made her arch against him.

Y/N: "Jay… I’ve never felt this before. I’ve never felt so complete."

Her words drove him over the edge. He quickened his pace, still careful but now showing the full force of his desire for her. His hands roamed her body, caressing her curves as though he were memorizing every detail.

Jay: "You’re mine. Only mine. There’s no one else but us."

His deep, possessive tone made Y/N feel his words with every fiber of her being. She pulled him into a passionate kiss, her nails lightly scratching his back, marking him just as he was marking her.

Their moans and sighs filled the room, creating a perfect symphony between them. Jay wanted to ensure Y/N felt every moment, every touch, every movement as something unique. He whispered in her ear, his breath hot, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Jay: "I want you to remember this moment forever, to know just how much you mean to me."

They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies becoming one as Jay’s words became a mantra of possessiveness and adoration, filling the air with silent promises and declarations of burning desire. Every movement was intense, as if they were both trying to capture the moment and make it eternal.

Finally, they reached their climax together. Jay collapsed on top of Y/N’s bare body, still joined with her. After a passionate kiss, they lay there together in silence, their breaths mingling, savoring the stillness of the moment.

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The nights at the mansion were growing darker. The rival clan hadn’t given up on capturing Y/N, believing her blood to be unique—something that could grant unimaginable power to vampires. Despite all the protection offered by Jake, Jay, Jungwon, Sunoo, Niki, Sunghoon, and Heeseung, an ambush caught them by surprise.

Y/N was gravely wounded during the attack, blood slowly dripping as she collapsed into Jake’s arms. Her eyes filled with tears, but she managed to murmur:

Y/N: "I don’t want to die..."

The mansion fell silent as the seven vampires gathered around her, their faces etched with despair. They knew there was only one way to save her—to turn her into one of them. But it wasn’t a simple process. It wasn’t just about drinking their blood; it was crossing a barrier that would bind their souls forever.

Jake was the first to speak, his voice firm but laden with pain:

Jake: "If we do this, there’s no turning back. You’ll become like us, and the world will never be the same for you."

Fighting against the pain and the darkness threatening to consume her, Y/N looked at each of them.

Y/N: "I trust you. I want to stay with you... forever."

Jay was the first to kneel beside her, his intense gaze locking onto hers. He made a small cut on his wrist, letting the blood drip onto Y/N’s lips. One by one, the others followed the same ritual, each drop of blood becoming part of her.

When it was Heeseung’s turn, the last of them, he hesitated briefly, holding Y/N’s face in his hands.

Heeseung: "This will hurt, but I promise I’ll stay by your side the whole time."

He leaned in to lightly bite her neck, sealing the ritual. The pain was followed by a wave of heat spreading through Y/N’s body, accompanied by a sense of rebirth.

The transformation was quick but intense. Y/N screamed, her body arching as if being ripped from her humanity. Her eyes flew open, glowing a deep red before returning to their natural color. She gasped, feeling every sense heightened: the scent of the mansion’s old wood, the sound of the wind outside, and most of all, the seven hearts around her beating in unison.

She wasn’t alone anymore.

The transformation brought more than power; it brought connection. She could feel their thoughts, emotions, and the depth of love each felt for her. But with that came an intense thirst—a hunger no mortal food could satisfy.

Jake helped her stand, holding her hand firmly.

Jake: "You’re one of us now. Strong, immortal... but it comes at a price. Your thirst will be relentless, and the world will see you as a monster."

Y/N looked at him and the others, her determination growing.

Y/N: "I accept the price. Because with you, I fear nothing."

As the full moon illuminated the mansion, the seven vampires surrounded her, each vowing to protect and guide her in this new existence. They knew the rival clan was still a threat, but now, with Y/N as one of them, their group was complete and more powerful than ever.

Her first hunt that night, guided by Sunoo and Niki, ended with a piercing scream echoing through the forest. The transformation was complete, but something about her blood seemed different. Jungwon, observing her from afar, realized she wasn’t an ordinary vampire. Something in her blood made her a unique predator, and he knew this was just the beginning of something far greater.

What destiny lay ahead now that Y/N had crossed into immortality? No one knew for sure, but the mystery lingered like mist under the moonlight.

Their story, far from over, had only just begun.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[florymere]

Hiii.❤️❤️

This morning I saw your fanfic about Joel and I was like OMG, I need to read it as soon as possible. And I did I loved it. 👉👈🥺❤️

So I see your requests are open so I thought I can ask something. Can you write a Joel fanfic where he is the dominant one but he let the reader take control for once, like tie him up or something. And he watches the reader as she cums over and over again but he can't touch himself and he begs. Something like that. Uhh and add a little bit of sir kink please.

Thank you.❤️❤️❤️

Control - Joel Miller smut

💕 thank you sweetheart. I'm so happy you liked it. It was the first fic in a very long time that I wrote for a new character. 💕

Warnings: 69, dirty talk, bondage, sir kink, pure smut...

"You want what?" Joel voice interrupts the oppressive silence that has reigned after your question.

Begging, you look up at him as you sit on your bed clad only in his shirt, "Please?"

He looks more surprised than really averse to your question, even if it is rather unusual.

Your dynamic is clearly defined and normally you wouldn't even think of asking him about it, but just today, when you've seen him flirting quite openly with another woman, you really want to.

The only problem is that he has to say yes because you wouldn't be able to physically get him to do it on your own.

He could just push you off of him and he'd probably laugh at your bad plan too.

You bite your lower lip and bat your eyelashes, "I really want to try it, Joel."

His eyes slide over your body before he looks you in the face again and then sighs, "Fine, whatever. Move over."

Excited, you do as he says and murmur a soft, "Thank you, sir."

He barely responds to your submissiveness and pulls his belt from his pants to hand it to you.

Excitedly, you reach for it and Joel sluggishly drops himself onto the bed. 

His movements are slow and completely unimpressed as you crawl on top of him and he holds his wrists in front of your face.

It seems like he doesn't care at all that you're putting his belt around his wrists. 

Every time you're in his current position, you're already trembling with anticipation and writhing underneath him, but with him, it just looks like he's doing you a huge favor.

You tighten his belt and he growls, "Do you even know what to do if I can't touch you?"

Jerkily, you look him in the eye and the arrogance with which he looks at you doesn't leave you cold.

That's exactly why things are going so well between you. 

He's more of a dominant and demanding character by nature, while you like to let him make you small, especially in the bedroom.

Even now that he's the one you're now tying to your bed frame, he remains cocky and you avoid his gaze as you pull on his tied hands again for a test, which makes him grunt softly.

Satisfied, you let go of him and look down at the man below you.

As you expected, from the look he gives you, he doesn't seem to be averse to being the immobile one for once, but he doesn't know what you're up to yet.

Quietly clearing your throat, you lick your lips, "Don't worry. I'll do my best, sir."

Interested, he follows you with his eyes as you slide back so that your butt rests between his legs on the bed and you place your feet to the left and right of his narrow hips.

Because you're not wearing any panties, this gives him a direct view of your pussy, already glistening with wetness, and you smile slightly as his hands clench into fists.

Oh, he would regret underestimating you and flirting with this blonde.

You make yourself comfortable between his legs and as you slide your hand between your thighs, he almost breaks his neck to see more.

His hair is sticking out in all directions and his dark eyes are glued to your fingers, which spread your labia and then gently play with your clit.

Granted, it doesn't feel as good as Joel's fingers, but his greedy gaze and the bulge in his pants that's becoming more obvious are enough for you for now.

Using your feet, you push his shirt a little higher, needing at least some contact with his bare skin, then moan hoarsely, "You like the view?"

His thighs twitch and he growls, "Shove your fingers up your cunt."

Out of habit, you do as he says with two fingers and you throw your head back.

In response, a jolt goes through his body and you open your eyes.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as you finger fuck yourself while Joel lies completely at your mercy, unable to take his eyes off your leaking pussy for anything in the world.

With each thrust of your fingers, you set up a mess between your legs, and with a thumb on your clit, it's not long before you're moaning harshly, "Joel...oh god...Joel..." Your voice breaks toward the end and your pussy throbs around your fingers as Joel tugs at his bound hands for the first time and barks, "Come here."

But you fight the reflex to obey him, shaking your head still sluggish from your orgasm, "No."

Incredulous, he tries to sit up, which of course is completely pointless, and he hisses, "Sugar, you do what I ask you to do right now, or else-"

Your eyebrows go up and you interrupt him, "Or else what? Are you flirting with that blonde chick again?"

You roll onto your stomach and he growls, "Is that what this is about? I wasn’t serious about that at all."

"Well, too bad I took it seriously," you lift your ass and slide over him until your pussy is hovering over his face like an unattainable reward and you rest your head on his thigh so your face is inches away from his now hard cock.

It's hell on earth that you won't touch him and he can't do anything about it himself either, that his cock is pressing painfully against t his pants and he can't do anything but look at your wet swollen cunt.

Grinning, you bite your lower lip as he lifts his head again and tries to press his lips on your throbbing sex, but just before touching you he can't get any further and frustratedly drops his head back on his pillow: "Okay, I get it. What do you want? Do you want me to ask for your forgiveness? I'm sorry and it will never happen again."

Again you let your hand slide between your legs and with a quick glance at his crotch, you see his cock twitch and you purr, "I accept your apology."

Your fingertips slide up through your cleft from the bottom and Joel rears back, "Then undo me or take my cock in your mouth, I don't care."

Your juices run down your thighs and you moan softly against his wrapped cock, "No sir."

With all his strength he pulls on the belt and you're glad the restraints don't give up because he would punish you hard for your ordeal and instead he grumbles, "Fuck, what the hell do you want?"

His cock feels like it's strangled and he wouldn't need anything more than a kiss from you on its tip to come, but you continue unperturbed, now fingering yourself inches from his face, "Beg me."

Again a jolt goes through his body, "What?"

It goes against his whole being to beg for something, even as you moan, "Beg me to take your cock in my mouth."

Silently, he remains lying there, staring at your cunt, which you are now fingering faster and more urgently.

Joel can see your pussy tighten around your fingers again and again and as you move your head a little on his thigh he curses loudly, "Oh fuck it. Will you please take my cock in your mouth, sugar?"

"I'm not convinced yet," you let your fingers slide out of your tight cunt and he turns his head a little to lick your juices off your thigh with his tongue and your body gives in almost completely at his warm tongue lash.

You stroke your finger over your swollen clit and you notice him give up, murmuring softly, "Please touch me, sugar. Please? I swear to you, I'll never even look at any woman again, but please, please suck my cock."

Satisfied, you whimper, "Yes, sir." And grab his pants with both hands, freeing his hard cock.

Freed from the confines of his pants, Joel moans deeply and at that moment you lower your hips and press your cunt against his mouth as you lick the precum from his cock and let it slide into your mouth.

The deep growl from his throat vibrates against your sensitive sex and you whimper with your mouth full.

As if it were his calling, he licks your cunt, pushing his hips towards your pretty lips again and again to get deeper into your throat.

With your hands you grab his balls and when you hear Joel's deep and loud moan, he already comes in your mouth.

Hectically you try to swallow it all as he sucks your clit in an uncoordinated way and you collapse on top of him, trembling and with your pussy pulsating.

It all happened so fast that you couldn't get it all down your throat and some of his cum drips out of your mouth as you roll off his strong body and finally look him in the eye again.

His gaze follows the wet trail on your chin and the drops of his cum dripping down to your thighs, "Sugar..."

Blinking, you look down at him and he licks his wet lips, "Untie me."

His voice is soft and as obedient as you normally are, you nod, "Yes, sir."

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[thezombieprostitute]

It's match time! 😎🎉 Match preferred show of affection (receiving) to a babe:

physical contact (hand holding, playing with hair, etc.)

words of affirmation

acts of service

receiving gifts

with: Jake, Curtis, Steve, Mace

The amount of thought that went into this might surprise you. Because I could make a case for each guy with each affection Especially when you know Jake, Steve and Curtis would absolutely melt at receiving physical affection from you! Which means that I had to figure out the strongest cases for each.

So much thought went into this! And I'll still probably get some details wrong. 😅

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

physical contact (hand holding, playing with hair, etc.) - Curtis

Canonically, Curtis hasn't been with anyone in years so he might be touch starved. Now, you might think given the crowded situation he's living in, he'd be averse to physical contact. There's so many people around him all the time! But it's different when it's affectionate touch. And it's not like you're pressing yourself up against him (unless he's bringing you in for cuddles to stay warm). It's the gentle caressing of his cheek, gently scratching his scalp, maybe even rubbing his shoulders. Whenever the touch is gentle, invited, and caring he melts.

words of affirmation - Mace

This man is the single most competent person on the entire spaceship and he never gets thanked for anything. He comes up with solutions for the problems the crew caused (that they wouldn't have had if they had just listened to him!), takes on the dirty work, and makes hard decisions. I feel like he needs someone to straight up tell him, "thank you" and "you were right" and "holy crap you're so smart/skilled!"

acts of service - Steve

Steve has done so much for others, given so much to and for others that it makes his knees weak when you do anything for him. He's so used to giving that the first time you do something for him he's at a loss. It doesn't even have to be anything big, either. It could just be refilling his coffee. He's always so grateful.

receiving gifts - Jake

You have no idea how badly I wanted to talk about this man melting at your casual touches! So why receiving gifts? It's because it means you actually listen to him when he's rambling. It means you know and support his interests. It means you don't judge him for playing with toys action figures. It means you don't find him annoying for "talking too much" or look down on him for his geek/dork/nerd ways.

[tia-amorosa]

Episode 6: Closeness

Bella washed herself, just as she was used to doing at home. But after she had put on Agnes' nightgown, she suddenly got a strange feeling in her knees…It wasn't really fear, more excitement. She looked at herself in the mirror again, looked down and tugged at the fabric a little nervously “I wonder what he'll say? Certainly nothing bad… O.K., phew”. Once she had shaken off her nervousness a little, she made her way to his room.

Bella's footsteps were so quiet that Mortimer didn't even realize he wasn't alone. “That's crap! I should have bought more of the blue paint and now…"/ ‘I think… It's not that bad’. He was a little startled, once by her sudden presence and a little by himself. “Of course it is. It looked different in my imagination…"/ ”Don't get so upset, okay? Maybe… You could turn around?”.

Mortimer, disappointed with himself, threw his paint brush to the floor and held his forehead in annoyance, while at the same time turning around with his eyes closed. Then he opened his eyes again…and was speechless, while Bella nervously plucked at her nightgown again. “Say something, Morty, please”.

“I… That… Is that from you?”. She shook her head with an embarrassed smile. “No, from Agnes, I had to borrow something, otherwise I would have had to sleep in my normal clothes…”. He nervously breathed in and out once. “I see… You're… Beautiful,“/”hnhn, thank you. That was supposed to be a bird, wasn't it?” she asked him curiously, looking at the painting on the easel. “What? Oh… The painting! Yes, but… I'm going to throw it away”.

She looked at him, almost a little horrified. “Why throw it away? “/ “because it's not perfect…”. She looked past his shoulder again and examined the painting more closely. “I know you've painted better pictures, but… Maybe you were just nervous… Please, don't throw it away, I'd rather take it home and hang it up in my room"/ ‘sure?’/ ”mhm. Let's not talk about the picture now, okay? Can I have… a hug?”.

Mortimer had the feeling that there was a huge lump in his throat. Sure, he had hugged her many times before. But this time was different. His mind and body were going crazy, but he refused to let it affect him. He slowly took a step towards her and touched her gently on the hip. Then he tightened his embrace and hugged her close. “Is… that okay?“.

From one second to the next, Bella was the one at a loss for words. A hug, so different from the previous ones. She felt more than usual and could hear her own heart beating. “h-hh, yes, it… It's o.k.” He smiled and stroked her back with his fingertips. “Please tell me if… anything is too much for you…"/ … She breathed in and out heavily and then nodded.

Bella knew just how far they were allowed to go. But the only thing she really wanted at that moment was his kisses. None of the other girls at school would expect Mortimer to be so passionate. They were rather averse to him and viewed the relationship between them with suspicion. So she was glad that she was allowed to enjoy it. “May I now… test your bed?”. He looked at her and smiled with just one corner of his mouth. “O.K.”.

Bella released herself from his embrace. She climbed onto the bed and tossed and turned like a cat a few times. Then she looked for a comfortable spot and sat down. Mortimer was a little amused by this. Then he joined her. “So?”/ “It's really cozy, yes”. Again, he had to smile a little.

And she had to grin a little too. “hn, what is it, Morty? Did you think we were going to…"/ ‘hnhn, no… No, I didn't think so.’. She smiled and looked sheepishly at his desk. “Even if I wanted to… It would just be too soon now”. He tilted his head slightly and looked at her questioningly. “And when do you think the right time is?"/ ‘Sometime… Just not today…. O.K.?’/ ‘mhm…’. She expected a somewhat disappointed look on his face, but he remained relaxed. “I'm still happy to be with you now.”

Sure, they could have gone further that evening. But there was nothing more important at the moment than being together. The loss of their parents and their long childhood together had welded the two of them firmly together. They share common interests, joys and fears. “I…"/ ‘hm, what?’/ ‘I love you, Mortimer’. This was the first time either of them had ever spoken these words. Was it too soon for that? No, they had simply had a deep connection for too long for it to feel wrong.

Mortimer returned her words with another kiss. Then the two of them lay down together. They were silent for a few minutes until Mortimer said something again in a sad voice. “You know what I regret a little?"/ ‘What?’/ ”That I left my father's gravestone there. The Goths always stay together, no matter what"/ ‘Is that why you're so still so often?’/ ‘hh, mhm’.

“I had a better relationship with my father than with my mother. With her… I always had the feeling that I wasn't welcome. Maybe I wasn't exactly a wanted child"/ ‘Don't say that, Morty, hm?’/ ”Why not? You met her yourself. She wouldn't even let you into our house because she considered your family inferior. we only ever met at your place or somewhere outside. She probably even hated children”.

“Why would anyone hate children? I would never hate my child, no matter what they would do…”. He was a little touched by her words and stroked her tenderly. “Do you… want to have children someday?"/ ”mhm. At least two, a girl and a boy…"/ ”uh, o.k., hn. But… That can wait, can't it?"/ ‘Mhm…. Good night, Morty’…

That night, the starry sky appeared in a dark purple hue, something that was extremely rare. Whether it has any significance is not known. In some cultures, it is believed that the color of the night sky has a certain meaning. Before they could fall asleep completely, they quickly slipped under the blanket warmed by their bodies. and none of them had any ulterior motives… Or… Maybe they did? Only they themselves knew

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica 😊

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 17 Dehumanization; pet whump. Enjoy.

You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest / collar / touch aversion / "Leave me alone"

Whumper lay comfortably on the couch, strolling through their phone with one hand. The other hand held the throat of their pet, not to choke or punish, but to remind.

Whumper wanted to feel every breath Whumpee took, every swallow. They wanted the control to be able to stop everything in an instant.

Whumpee kept their eyes trained straight ahead, not looking at anything in particular. They sat quietly on the floor, feeling the hand move nonchalantly around their throat. This was a normal occurrence, as long as they did nothing but behave, the hand wouldn't hurt them.

Whumpee knew they shouldn't have any thoughts besides obeying their master. But something, a question had been on their mind for a few day now, but did they have the right to ask?

Whumpee cleared their throat, but did they dare ask for something from Whumper.

"Mas-master", they whispered.

Whumper's hand gripped gently.

Whumpee shook nervously.

"You may speak, my hand will remain on your throat", Whumper turned their full attention to Whumpee, "I like the way your voice feels."

Whumpee nodded and took a breath, "I'm sorry master, I apologize for asking, but what does a collar symbolize."

"It normally symbolizes ownership between a master and their pet or slave depending on what subject you are looking into", Whumper trailed their finger up and down Whumpee's throat, "why are you asking?"

"A few days ago when Master Collin was here, I heard you both talking about collars, and how they just gave their pet one finally", Whumpee paused.

"Yes, Collin said they felt their pet had earned it finally", Whumper grinned, "it was a well earned gift."

Whumpee looked down sadly, "oh"

"Is there a reason you are so curious?", Whumper released their grip, "turn to face me."

Whumpee turned to kneel in front of Whumper, they kept their eyes to the floor.

"Well?", Whumper sat up, "is there?"

"I apologize master, but is there a way I can earn a right to wear a collar", Whumpee bowed to kiss Whumper's feet, "may I earn that gift?"

"Do you think you've earned that gift?", Whumper reached for Whumpee's throat again.

"N-no master, I just hoped to be able to earn it", Whumpee whimpered, "I hoped to learn what I could do to please you. So you would allow me to wear one."

"Hmm", Whumper stood, "wait here."

Whumpee waited while Whumper went to a different room. They could hear them rummaging through some bags.

'Now you did it, you've upset them. Now instead of resting, they have to punish you. You couldn't just lose the thought and be obedient', they yelled at themself.

Whumper came back a few minutes later carrying something.

Whumpee bowed. "Master please forgive me, I didn't mean to make you upset. Please forgive me, I will take any punishment happily."

"Shh, you're not in trouble. Actually", Whumper revealed what they were carrying, "I purchased this a few days ago when Collin bought theirs, I was holding onto it for the right time, I guess this works."

Whumpee looked at the item, then realized what it was.

"I-is that a collar Master?", Whumpee smiled excitedly.

Whumper walked back over to the couch and sat down. They smiled at Whumpee, "it is, I think you've put up enough with me lately. I believe you earned this."

"I-I have master, you mean it?", Whumpee looked at it excitedly, "thankyou master, so much."

"You're welcome", Whumper grinned and began to put it around Whumpee's neck.

Whumpee stretched their chin up to help Whumper see. They heard a clinking sound.

When it was in place Whumpee reached up and felt their gift, they noticed something metal hanging from it. They looked up in confusion.

"It's a name tag", Whumper reached for it, "most collars have one, it has your name, my name, and my phone number in case you get lost."

Whumpee listened intently.

"Now remember pet, this gift comes with rules, if those are not followed I may have to take it away until you earn it again", Whumper smiled, "am I clear."

"Yes master very clear", Whumpee grinned as they felt their collar again.

Whumper reached for Whumpee's throat, "and it doesn't take the place of my hand holding your throat, I will do this whenever I want, am I clear?"

"Yes Master, I am your pet, you own my body", Whumpee bowed their eyes.

"Good pet", Whumper patted Whumpee's head, "enjoy your new gift."

Whumper sat back as Whumpee reached up and felt the collar again.

Whumpee bowed to the floor again, and kissed Whumper's feet, "thankyou master."

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened

[uroboros-if]

You’ve talked about what flusters the ROs, but what about the opposite? How do they react if an otherwise stoic or confident MC gets flustered/shy around them?

Aww, MC would be adorable!!!

SALVATORE. They would gasp and want to stare at your pretty, flushed face. Would ask you to hold still so they can take a good look at you, beaming from ear-to-ear. They're quiet for a moment as they observe you, closely inspecting every minute detail of your face. They'd tell you how radiantly beautiful you are when you're shy! If you don't mind, they'll brush the hair out of your face if there are any stray strands, fond and slow. They want to imprint this on their mind forever--who knows when they'll get to see it again?

LUCIEL. They always put people at ease, rather than fluster them. If the MC is flustered, it's likely because Luciel can be wholeheartedly sincere about things that may otherwise be hard to say, once they truly trust and feel comfortable around them. They'd smile gently at MC, ask them what has them so flustered, and quietly admire the sight. They wouldn't admit they're admiring you, in case that flustered you further; they're too kind to ask you what might clearly embarrass you. However, they take care to remember how you look now. They let you hide away if you please, but they'll privately wish you wouldn't do so.

CIOCANA. Oh, the teasing would begin. Is their MC... flustered? Are they being shy? They'd sigh out a wow, playfully try to get a good look at your face to see it and believe it. If you're not averse to touch, they'd grab your arm gently and try to get a good look at your face, laughing delightfully at what they see; otherwise, they crouch and angle their head, any way they can twist their body to see you if you try to hide away. If you stop and look at them, however, or let them look for too long, they pause and stare--and promptly get flustered themselves. They play it off, trying not to show their own flush!

ALESSI. They would grin, proud at what they've accomplished. At first, they'd be disbelieving, laughing out of surprise. Then they'd laugh again, realizing what they've done, and assure you not to be so flustered or shy! What a rare treat, though, a lovely and beautiful one at that. Can they look at them? They'd like to see them, please, if they're okay with that. They wait attentively for you to reveal yourself, but won't be too insistent. They award you with a bright grin if you do.

Thank you so much for a cute ask ;o; I had a lot of fun imagining it!! 💕

[inkwell-and-dagger]

"You're the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest." — Whumptober 2023!

Day 17: Collar || Touch Aversion || "Leave me alone."

A/N: my first somewhat pet whump-y post!! very nervous but we ballin

Characters:

— Napia Kirk (a collaborative OC created by @er0s-1s-whump1ng and I!!) (Whumpee) he/him

— Apas Sibrian (Caretaker) he/him

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Napia disliked Apas, even as the latter told him that he was safe.

He just didn't believe the demon. After.. everything, really, with Trevalla, he believed that he couldn't be a person anywhere. He couldn't be talked to like he was a person, he can't be able to comprehend things like a person, he even forbade people from touching him as if he were a person.

So, after months of building trust between the two, when Apas shifted to gently slip off the uncomfortable collar Napia always seemed to wear, his cat-like ears twitched and he flinched, uncomfortable, away.

"Don't touch me." Napia mumbled instinctively, trying to make his voice as.. well, non-commanding as he possibly could.

Apas sighed gently, drawing his hands away and placing them back on his lap; where Napia could clearly see them. "Please, Napia. You've had that collar on for— for who knows how long, isn't it uncomfortable?"

It was. It was extremely uncomfortable. He didn't doubt for a moment that Apas could see where Napia had scratched at the collar when he wasn't looking. But even then, he shook his head defiantly, movements stiff as he shuffled away. Apas' eyes just softened. "C'mon, sireli, you know you can trust me."

That's what Trevalla fucking said.

"No. Leave me alone."

Apas sighed, getting up and distancing himself from the other, but still kept an eye on him in case something bad happened. "Worth a shot..."

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[patchypines]

The touch of Dionysus' hands against their face hurts so badly but they've grown comfort in the pain just for this moment. They slump a little against Dionysus, trying their best to listen to him but they keep nodding off. ".. The last time I slept while in the mortal realm I woke up back in my realm. I just.. want to know you're real.. Because you're a good friend.. I know I only have a week, I don't think I'd see you again. You're the first who's ever seen me. And I.. just.. Enjoy the time with you. I don't want you to take any pain from me. I don't want you to party for me. I don't want you to make me wine or shower me in anything. I don't want you to use your magic for anything for me, I just.. want to... Listen to you talk and know that the last time I see your face it's not me as a selfish mess who knows this time is limited.. who is fearing my own death.." The pink growing a little deeper on their cheeks while Dio holds their head in his hands. The way Than gazes as Dio isn't one of worship it's one of simply appreciation. There's a slight nuzzle against his palms. With Than's tender fingers brushing against his forearms. One gently taking Dio's hand, rubbing over his knuckles with their thumb. "..I don't know how to be by your side again.. I don't know how to do party tricks.. but I want to try new things.. I don't know how.." Dio watched Than nod off. Then try to snap awake but to no avail. The final exhaustion is hitting them hard. Dionysus will watch once Than finally lets out a deep sigh in their sleep. They grow transparent and eventually vanish between his fingers. Dionysus flinches from the sudden pain, this is really something he's never felt before. Someone so averse to touch, it's a true rarity. But he struggles through it knowing they are as well. "I'm real Than, you can find me again later don't worry. I'll be knocking on my Uncle's door at some point. You're a good friend too." Dionysus begins to feel a sense of sadness wash over him, an emotion he hasn't felt himself for quite some time. Usually it's reserved solely for mortals, their lives are such beautiful tragedies. "I don't see you as a selfish mess, I see you as a god who simply wishes for some peace of their own, as well as some spontaneity haha! Rest well little angel." The moment they disappear from his hands he weeps for a moment. He pitied them. The look on their face, one of not adoration but of an equal. "You're more special than you think heh." Wiping the tears from his face as he slowly stands up and stretches. "Damn you Thanatos, for making me feel again. I feel plenty already but nothing so concentrated. Ugh. I need a drink." Grabbing a bundle of grapes to start slowly plucking them one by one. "Hmm. This'll do." Placing a grape in his mouth one at a time.