#so now he feels like it’s an embarrassing trait of his that he must put a stop to even though that’s what makes him who he is

[moderndaymelodrama]

have spent the last few days indulging in the straightest of my interests (bridgerton) and oh my god i really don’t care what anyone else is saying, season 3 is my favourite BY FAR. season 1 one was ok, season 2 was great, but this… this was made for me. penelope trying her best to fit in but still feeling so aware of the opinions of others that she struggles to feel comfortable. colin trying to change who he is as a person to fit into what society expects him to be. both of them being able to properly be themselves in each others presence. I have never needed two people to kiss more in my entire life WOW. also all the side plots! the featherington sisters being hilarious! violet getting a second chance at romance! eloise + cressida! FRANCESCA (i’m obsessed with her)! all in all, 10/10

[pretty-little-mind33]

Sergei Kravinoff x fem!reader

summary: You and your boyfriend role-play in the woods.

warnings: dark role-play (kinda cnc but also very obviously consensual), biting, unprotected sex, rough sex, pain kink kinda? Sergei has animalistic traits, fear, chasing, degradation, spitting, choking, aftercare

~ thank you @lady-jane3 for the translation hehe ~

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

You'd never felt so exposed in your life as you lay in the dirt, head spinning from running away. You can feel your chest heave with every breath you take as your cheek presses into the dirt, staring blankly at the trees in the darkness. 

You can feel him, feel his presence hovering over you. His breathing is almost intoxicating and you barely have time to scramble away when his hand clutches your calf and yanks you towards him again, ignoring your scream.

He's on top of you now and he's pinning your hands into the dirt as you squirm against him. It's hard to see his features in the darkness, but you know them well enough that the glimmer of his yellow eyes is anticipated—like a lion ready to pounce—and it causes your lower stomach to tighten.

You squeeze your eyes, losing your excitement. You try your hardest to seem afraid but it's hard when you know the hands around your wrist so well. How, despite their callousness, they touch you so reverently. You turn your head away from him. His grip on your wrist becomes painful however, and you can't help but whimper.

"Mmh," he bends down to the crook of your neck and licks up the side of your throat, "Continue making those pretty noises, pet."

You can feel his teeth graze your skin and you wince. Your movement must have annoyed him because he suddenly grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.

Your eyes widen as his hold on you becomes even more painful and he smirks. "Open your mouth," he orders gruffly. Your pussy throbs and you do as he says as his hand around your jaw loosens.

And then you're choking on his fingers. He holds your tongue down and smirks as he watches you squirm. Panic kicks in as you realize you can't breathe anymore. 

When he sees your eyelids flutter, he pulls his fingers from your mouth and flicks his hand so your spit lands on your cheek. You cough as you regain your breath, your skin burns from embarrassment when you feel him wipe his hand on your cheek.

"какая ты шлюха (what a slut you are)," he mutters under his breath and one of his hands travels up your thigh and starts to bunch up your dress around your waist. You suppress a moan as he handles the material with care. You'd told him not to tear it no matter what. You love this dress. 

You try to hit him but his hold is too strong.

"P-Please," you manage to croak out, your voice hoarse from how hard his fingers were squeezing around your poor throat. "I just wanna go home." It's a blatant lie and he can see it in your eyes. 

When you feel his hand touch you where you want it the most, his laughter feels cruel as he runs a finger over your arousal.

"You're so wet, dove," he says calmly, his accent thick. The nickname slips out and you groan. 

Fuck this, you think, wanting the chase to go on a little longer so you kick him with your knee. You manage to stand, regaining your bearings as you hear him growl. You turn around, catching his gaze and he nods. He understands what you want. He always does.

You run, knowing he's giving you a head start and your bare feet sting against the sticks and rocks. You can hear him behind you, taking his time, and your adrenaline pumps.

Suddenly, he's grabbing you and pressing you against a tree. You squeal, struggling in his grasp as the back of your head hits the bark. Tears brim from the pain.

"Shhh," he whispers and wipes your tears with his thumb, his eyes intense as he seems unfazed by your pain. It turns you on. He continues, tightening his grip on you, "I'll make you feel so good, little one. I'll make that tingly feeling in here go away, ok?” He puts one hand on your lower stomach and then uses the other one to roughly remove your panties as he keeps your dress up. 

You gasp, squirming as you claw at his arms. He hooks his arm around your waist and manhandles you onto the ground again. "Be good," he growls in your ear. 

He's rough in the way he bends your knees and leaves your bottom half-naked, ass in the air. Your instinct is to crawl away from him, but you can't, not when he's pushing your cheek into the dirt again. His hold on your hair is painful and you cry out.

"Shut up," he growls, leaning over your back to press his lips to your ear. You can feel something hard press against your thigh and your eyes widen. 

"Please," you beg with a moan. 

One arm presses your cheek further into the dirt and you feel him shift and shuffle with his clothing. "If you're a good girl, I'll make sure not to hurt you —" His voice sounds dark and your pussy pulses at his words. You moan.

Then, you feel something familiar press into you. Your mouth opens and your eyebrows scrunch but you don't make a sound. He already feels good. Without warning, he thrusts hard, taking you just how he knows you like it as you moan and groan. His hand fists your hair as he stretches your cunt, making animalistic grunts above you. 

"More," you whimper and he obliges. 

It doesn't take long for you to climax, your pussy throbbing as you feel his cum fill you up and he bites down onto your shoulder. You cry out from the pain mixed with the pleasure and the woods fall silent and still for a moment. 

Then, he's turning you over as he catches his breath and his eyes don't look as menacing anymore. His hand caresses your cheek gently and then reaches behind to feel if the tree had given you a bump on your head when he'd pushed you. 

"You okay?" he growls and helps you stand. He smooths down your dress and presses a kiss to your forehead. 

You nod, mind still hazy from the entire ordeal. 

"Was I too much?" he whispers. He sounds worried. 

You shake your head, holding onto his arm as the moonlight shines. You feel his thumb remove some more dirt from your cheek. "No, I- it was perfect, Sergei," you say with a smile and he pulls you in a hug, humming with satisfaction.

"I love you," he mutters into your hair. 

You smile and hold him tighter. You can feel the bruises forming on your skin and the throb from where he'd bit into you but you don't mind. No matter how rough he plays, you always feel safe with him. 

"I love you."

tags: @sauronsgirl, @earth-elemental18, @princesssunderworld, @siriuslycaptainofthedawntreader, @simplyreflected, @kpopgirlbtssvt

[blue-slxt]

hi i have a request!

so i was thinking like f reader and Neteyam get in a huge argument and like while they’re arguing they get closer to each and then have a super heated make out session and then they have like really rough sex and Neteyam is just degrading reader and then at the end its just fluff

idk if that makes sense i’m really bad at requesting sorry😭

I love shit like this. I'm not sure if that's the small part of me that craves the chaos and slightly toxic traits of it all, but it does something to me lol. I personally really like how this came out so i hope you do too! All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

For almost a week now, you and Neteyam have been tense. Well, “tense” was putting it lightly. Truth be told, the both of you were only one sideways look away from snapping. And it feels like today might be that day.

The two of you decided to eat dinner at home, not wanting your bad moods to sour the atmosphere around everybody else at the communal dinner. You can’t help the way your eyes snap up to Neteyam’s face as he chews his food. It feels obnoxiously loud today and the sound is grating against your ears.

“Must you chew so loud?” you say dryly to him. He offers you no real response when he looks back at you. But he does purposefully take a big bite of meat and chew loudly while holding eye contact with you. That tears it.

“Aaarrrghh, you are such a pain! What is your problem?” you say standing up over him.

“Oh? My problem? What about you?” he says rising to his full height over you. “You’ve been basically ignoring me for days now!” He takes a few paces across the length of your home and turns around at you exasperated.

“Don’t you dare try to turn this around on me right now! That is no excuse for you to act like a child!” you snap at him taking a couple strides in his direction.

He meets your challenge head on strolling right up to you. “You are the one acting like a child throwing a fit right now!”

You finally get in his face and hold his stare as you’re now chest-to-chest with him. “I swear, Neteyam, you are such a—” you are silenced by his lips crashing against yours. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body submits into kissing him back. It’s not soft or tender by any means. The kiss is sloppy and clumsy, full of clacking teeth and messy tongues, but Eywa, did it make your head dizzy with pleasure. You both feel the tension slowly deflating as you pour all your love and frustration into each other.

Big, rough hands erratically feel up and down your body and hold you close to him. Your fingers dance through his hair and grip at the base of his braids. He lets out a low growl when you pull on them. In response, he tugs at the base of your tail making you yelp a little and finally gives his tongue the advantage he needed to dominate your mouth. He presses into you making you lean backwards until you’re almost ready to fall over. Before your feet can give out underneath you, Neteyam’s hands slide down the back of your thighs and pull them up to wrap around his waist so he can lay you down on your back.

Your hands sweep at the ground to clear the area sending your leftover dinner flying across the floor. Neteyam hovers over you pushing his full weight onto you as he grinds his hips down into yours. His hands paw at your chest while he places open mouth kisses against the skin of your neck and shoulder.

“You’re such…an asshole…” you manage to breathe out in a moan finishing your thought from earlier. It tickles against your skin when he lets out a low chuckle in the crook of your neck. “And you’re a fucking brat.” His hand reaches down and tears your loincloth from your hips.

You’re already dripping wet when he thrusts two fingers into you which your pussy greedily sucks in.

“Aah!”

“You’ve been talking shit all week and now I have you under me and you have nothing to say?” he sets a rough pace with his fingers, curling them up just in the way that he knows you love.

“Mmmf!”

“You realize you haven’t let me touch you in days? It’s been driving me crazy!” He punctuates his words with more thrusts from his fingers.

“Fuck! I’m sorry, Nete!” you cry out feeling the tightening in your core, but your apologies fall on deaf ears.

“Save it. You’ve been giving me shit all week. I’m tired of hearing your mouth.” He harshly pulls his fingers out of you taking your hope of release with them. He brings his fingers up to your mouth and pushes them past your lips. Your eyes stare up at him big and pleading while you suck your arousal off his fingers. His pupils are blown wide leaving the thinnest trace of gold around them. His eyes study the way your tongue glides over and between his fingers.

He finally can’t wait any more. He rips his fingers from your mouth and skillfully undoes the knot on his loincloth. His dick springs up already leaking precum onto your stomach. A gasp jumps from your throat when he lifts your legs to sit on his shoulders and he has you essentially folded in half. He strokes himself one, two, three quick times before he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Nete, wait—” but it’s too late. Neteyam bottoms out in you in one swift snap of his hips. With this current angle, it makes you scream out. He doesn’t waste a single second before he’s completely drilling into you.

“Haah!...F-fuck! Nete!” Pathetic mewls leave your lips and Neteyam loves it.

“Look at you. Such a needy little slut. Already dumb off my cock.” His grin is devilish watching your body bounce beneath him with every stroke he delivers you.

“I’m sorry, Nete! I’m sorry!”

“I don’t wanna hear it. If you’re not screaming my name, I don’t want to hear your fucking mouth.” His voice is sharp while he bullies your convulsing pussy. “Neteyam! Ah…Neteyam! Please, Nete!” you beg as you lean your head to the side and present your neck to him. He can feel his chest get hot at the way you present yourself in such a vulnerable way to him. It’s something about knowing that he’s the only one you would ever do this for. How he’s the only one who can make you feel like this and make these faces and sounds. He’s the only one who will ever experience you in this way. It’s deliriously satisfying. He gives in to what you want because he just wants it so damn bad too. His lips ghost over your skin momentarily trying to settle on a perfect spot and he bites down hard. “Aaah! Neteyam! I’m gonna cum!” The pain of his teeth in your neck dances with the pleasure of him knocking into your sweet spot and the lines between the two sensations gets more blurred.

His mouth releases your neck where little dribbles of blood spill from his bite and when he licks them away, he can feel himself about to lose it. “Shit. I’m gonna fill you up so good and make you chill the fuck out.” His thrusts lost their rhythm and one particularly hard push of his hips is what finally causes you to unravel.

You cum with a moan that’s nothing less of being just filthy while your legs continue to grip around him. You use your whole body to cling onto him while your release rushes through you. The pulsing of your walls around him makes him finally spill his own cum inside of you. It’s so warm and it feels like your mind has been totally wiped clean of any frustration or irritation or anger that you had earlier.

Neteyam carefully slides out of you and collapses on the ground next to you. The sudden emptiness makes you physically shiver already missing his warmth and weight on top of you. You both lay for a while just staring up at the sky while catching your breath.

You turn to your side to look at your mate and he’s already watching you.

“I’m sorry, Nete. I don’t know why I’ve been in such a mood lately. I shouldn’t take it out on you, though.” Your lips form a sheepish smile hoping that he wasn’t still angry with you. Thankfully, he simply places a soft kiss to your forehead and says, “It is fine, yawne. I know I’ve been busier than usual lately. But if you are stressed, lean on me. That is what I am here for, okay?” You nod your head at him holding back tears. How could one man be so perfect?

He holds his arms out towards you and you eagerly shimmy yourself into his hold.

“You do realize that our dinner is now ruined, right?” he pokes fun at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“If we hurry, we can probably still catch some food at the communal dinner.” You suggest.

“Then that means that we have to move from here.”

“…or we can just wait until breakfast.” You say snuggling in closer to his chest.

[amazingmsme]

Yooo good food good food!!

May I add to this God tickle agenda? These are a lot of my own headcanons since I'm working on a Ler! Hermes fic that I'm about 2k into because Dangerous wouldn't leave my head for a straight week and the animatics made me see Ler potential 🫣

The main ones are that the Gods can gain energy from Human emotions suited to their paths- hence why Athena and Odysseus clicked so well given his cleverness and strategic mind. Hermes prefers those who are easily flustered and prone to fun emotions like embarrassment and enjoyment. The Gods can also give some of their energy to their disciples in exchange to heal/comfort them, but a Human may pick up some of their core traits into their personality for a while (like a disciple of Hermes being more daring, for example); a symbiotic relationship.

The other is his Godly power is just being able to use his mischievous essence to make people/Gods feel sensations. So anything from scaring someone by making them feel like a bug is crawling on them, they're being watched or anything like that, to being tickled, however he feels like or whatever is most effective. Still brainstorming a name for it 😅

Hope that makes sense; it's much better explained in the fic I promise-

Anyway! ❤️

Hermes is an absolute MENACE

He's constantly starting tickle fights with the others and is the one who knows the others spots.

If someone annoys him enough; he'll get them in their dreams but if someone actually pisses him off- he'll embarrass them at a God meeting, dinner, in front of a Human disciple of theirs etc. He'll do so regularly till he feels like they've learned their lesson and play dumb if anyone above him comes to him about it.

Every God has their own way of keeping their disciples in line and Hermes just immediately will tickle his disciples if they do something that'll come back to bite him- since he's responsible for them.

The other Gods tend to let things build up- but Hermes thinks that's a surefire way to disaster. He of course makes note of how many times his Human is causing trouble, and his tickle punishments may get meaner the more they build up but it's super rare to see him actually mad.

The big Gods he's too scared to mess with but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't working his way up to getting Hades one day. He just wants to know!

As for who he messes with as far as the other Gods?

Athena and Apollo probably get it a lot. I think with Athena he'd love to see her put-together persona crack- much like how Odysseus and Polites are with Eurylochus. They'll be sparring the usual way, and Hermes will flick his fingers if she gets too cocky about beating him, or just because it's funny. He tends to let up pretty quickly though. He doesn't want to make her too mad and end up getting wrecked himself. She kind of scares him deep down; not that he'd ever admit as much.

Apollo though? He gets no such mercy. He adores messing with his half-brother at every opportunity and he's cripplingly ticklish, unfortunately for him. Hermes always jokes about his laughter and squeals being his best piece yet, and how he should share it with others.

I feel like he'd tickle Calypso too, when he stops by if she seems lonely. He imagines she must be touch-starved and tries to make her feel at least a little better.

Circe is fun to mess with- though I think eventually she grows wise and may start trying to look at ways to get him back or numb her own ticklishness.

Hermes is actually quite ticklish himself; but you'll have to catch him first and good luck with that given how quick he is. He only lets others have the opportunity if he feels it’s earned by truly upsetting someone. Every now and then he actually quite enjoys a good old-fashioned tickle fight or other tickle game like tickle hide and seek; typically with Apollo or his disciples!

THIS IS AMAZING OMGGGG I CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF IT! Hermes is literally so ler coded &

I got carried away with this, but you brought up such good points!

I’ve gotta stop looking at the actors because every time I just fall head over heels in love wtf they’re all SO HOT! Thank you so much for this, there’s a huge lack of love for Hermes & he is such a mischievous lil shit, & he’s just so FUN! I can’t wait for your fic.

You’d think by how giggly he is he’d be more lee, but this man lives for drama & causing trouble. & yeah he laughs all the time but have you fucking heard it? That’s a shitty, up to no good kinda laugh, that’s a laugh you don’t trust, sorry not sorry

But I’m fucking OBSESSED with the thought of him going around bothering the other gods for sport, & he gets sooo cocky about it, going from spot to spot before flying out of reach. Sometimes he’s a little too full of himself & ends up getting caught & they teach him a lesson he won’t soon forget (he just doesn’t care about the consequences, he’ll make sure to be faster next time)

He loves to mess with Athena because to him she’s good practice for when he’s ready to go bother the big 3. But she’s also just soooo fun to piss off. & I had no idea Apollo was his half brother, that makes everything so much more fun for him! & he uses it as an excuse to hang out with him, like he just wants some bro time & next thing Apollo knows is he’s laughing his ass off

Ok but back to Athena, she probably said some bitchy snide remark at the last god meetup & it embarrassed him & hurt his feewings so he decides to embarrass her in front of her pet human. So he just kinda secretly hangs out until she decides to show up again, whether to train him or talk strategy, & all of a sudden she’s all confused like “can I help you?” & Odysseus turns around thinking someone walked into his cabin but lo & behold it’s fucking Hermes floating in his room! & suddenly he’s feeling very uncomfy thinking there’s about to be some god fight in his room that he’s in the middle of & he’s like “uh I feel like I should go” inching closer to the door but Hermes blocks his way with a chuckle like “& miss all the fun? No, I want you to see this” & so he’s just standing there like 🧍‍♂️& Athena demands to know what it’s about

& Hermes is like “I’m SO GLAD you asked! Remember what you said about me?” & it’s honestly pretty insignificant to her so no, she really doesn’t & that just pisses him off so he doesn’t wait around to knock her down a few pegs. & all the while he’s casually talking with Odysseus & commenting on all her worst spots. Meanwhile Odysseus is barely able to hide his amused grin behind his hand but he can barely even speak because he keeps thinking what the hell is happening right now?

After he’s had his fun he helps her up & she slugs him in the arm & yeah, rightfully so. But he turns to her & goes “I hope we’ve learned to hold our tongue the next time we think about insulting someone” & now that I’m thinking about it, it probably wasn’t even that bad. Something like “you gotta wonder how he ties his sandals” in reference to the ankle wings & he was looking for any excuse to do this. & as fast as he appeared he’s gone & neither of them really know what to say. But Odysseus smirks & goes “so that was… something” & she’s like don’t

& of course he’s like “uh you’re never gonna believe what just happened” but Polites cuts him off like “oh we know” & he’s like “you know?” Because wtf how? Apparently when a goddess laughs it’s loud enough to be heard across the ship & Eurylochus just thought Odysseus was getting Polites, but then he walks right by him & makes him do a double take because if that’s not Polites, then who the hell is that? No one else on the ship really sounds like that so he went down to see just what the hell their captain was doing & he opened the door & immediately closed it. Looked through the keyhole to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating & immediately went looking for Polites

Ok but when Odysseus brought it up Eurylochus is like oh yeah why were you just standing there watching??? & he’s like “Hermes wouldn’t let me leave, he said something about wanting me to watch? I don’t know, it was some revenge thing” & Polites giggles because how else are you supposed to react & goes “the gods are weird”

“Funny, we say the same about you” & Hermes is floating behind them & they all scream & he’s fucking gone again. Literally just did that to jump scare them

But I’m circling back to what you said about how he’d visit someone in their dreams & proceed to wreck their shit. Because omg that is so damn funny & downright mean to do, like that’s the most flustering thing ever! Cause then they’re left thinking they’re own subconscious came up with that & wondering why it came up with that & basically send them into a downward spiral

But one day while he was crossing over the ship on his way to deliver a message, he caught sight of Eurylochus & Polites tickling their captain & he stuck around for the show before continuing on his merry way, tucking that information in his back pocket to use for a rainy day

He’s impatient tho so he only waits a few days before he decides to pay him a visit. Odysseus rarely gets good enough sleep to dream, so the fact he is dreaming is already a lil sus. But that’s what it is, it’s just a dream, right? Maybe he’s lost in a forest, or walking through the clouds in his dream but either way he’s lost & disoriented until he stumbles in Hermes who has fun toying with him, making him more lost until the real fun begins. & Hermes pulls some magic shit so Odysseus can’t wake up until he’s done with him, but once he leaves Odysseus jolts awake with a laugh. He’s in a cold sweat & he was literally blushing in his sleep, his heart is racing & his mind is still trying to catch up with itself. He tries to go back to sleep, but he can’t stop thinking about it & he’s only able to get to that fitful half asleep half awake state

The next day he’s all flustered & jumpy & his friends definitely pick up on it but don’t want to pry. Polites asks if he’s ok tho & he says he’s fine, it was just a weird dream, & now they’re a little curious. He tries to describe it in the vaguest of terms “Hermes showed up & made me get lost in a cloud maze” ok but why’re you so weird about it? Like it’s so obvious he’s omitting stuff & then a voice from above laughs & goes “too embarrassed to tell them what really happened, are we?” & it dawns on him that it actually was Hermes in his dream & now he’s even more embarrassed. But yeah, Hermes goes ahead & tells all about how he tickled Odysseus to pieces & how he couldn’t do anything about it & how cute & helpless their captain is. I’m telling you, Hermes may not be the most powerful, & yes he’s one of the more friendly gods, but he is literally the woooooorst

Sneasler rant voice: that’s not like, a thing that gods do. Circe didn’t tickle me. Poseidon didn’t fuckin’ tickle me. But this bitch, this B-I-T-C-H tickled meeee

Idk what it is about him, but Hermes reminds me a lot of Michael Distortion from tma & therefore he’s a bit of a bully & uses magic to his advantage to fuck with mortals for his own amusement & that’s 100% my type

Ok I’m done for now

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a match-up for Harry Potter! Specifically the Marauders Era.

Female, She/They, Pansexual

Plus size!, but more thighs (and boobs) than anything, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, i have glasses,

My personality is loving, patient, (surprisingly) smart and good at classes, but that's probably bc I'm determined and work hard- I can be really sassy though, nurturing, I have to stick to a semi strict schedule, forgiving, and I guess caring, also im an ambivert!! (I just kinda looked up personality traits and went with what I thought fit me. Bear with me.)

Likes: Reading, writing, SWEATERS, school, candles, blankets, sour candy, chocolate, sunflowers, sunsets, the moon

Dislikes: When my schedule gets completely destroyed, sudden and really big change, people who chew with their mouth open, feeling really embarrassed and like everyone is judging me, olives,

Extra fun facts: I have chronic headaches, bad knee problems in my right knee 😍, if I have an assignment I will always do way too much for it

Hope that's okay and you're okay with doing this, and I hope i did it right!!! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :)

Annos, please never apologize for spelling errors, lol. I don't know if you've read my posts, but I can not spell either. I am incredibly reliant on Grammarly, and my partner makes fun of me for it regularly.

Also, does anyone else pretend/feel like that lady from Mulan when they do these matchups? No, just me. Aight, I'll be in the corner now.

~~~~~MATCH UP~~~~~

Annon, I must match you with the sweetest boy of the tricksters.

Remus Lupin

~~Headcanons~~

This man would bake you and buy you the best chocolates. He will curb your sweet tooth like no tomorrow.

He respects a girl who is not afraid to be herself, and if anyone tries to put you down and make you get in your head, he's not scared to be a big bad wolf ( see what I did there )

He loves it when you can put up with his three headaches. Wait, he means friends.

He would want to study with you all the time, so much so that James, Sirius, and Peter complain about missing their friend.

MANS WOULD WEAR MATCHING SWEATERS PROVE ME WRONG

Remus strikes me as the guy who will get you flowers just because, so expect to be showered with your favorites. However, he always forgets that he should buy you flowers on a holiday.

Though he is afraid of the full moon, watching the skies with you any other time has become an enjoyable pastime, especially to see you light up.

When he has to hide away for the full moon, he makes you a goodie basket to 'remember' him by till he comes back.

If you are ever feeling unwell or hurt, he will carry you up to his dorm and make you comfy in his bed. He will get you all the fixings to cure your ailments. I'm talking hot water bottles, heavy blankets, blackout curtains, water, pain medicine, and, of course, cuddles.

~~~~~Blurb~~~~~

You sat in the library waiting for Remus to arrive for your study date. As you finished your potion essay for him to look over, an exhausted, panting Sirius appeared before you. You looked up at him, amused, "Y/N, I am telling you we need him for Quidditch. Please, please, tell him to skip Hogsmeade this weekend." As Sirius was begging, he got down on his knees.

Around the corner soon came James looking almost as exhausted as the other boy in front of you. You chuckle into your hand, knowing that the Librarian will soon grow tired of the Maurder's antics. "Boys, you know he is his own person, right? What makes you think I have any say." You looked at the boys innocently. With a scoff, Sirius stood, wrapping his arm around James' shoulder. "Y/N, the man is so in love with you that he talks to you in his dreams. Of course, he will listen to you."

Before you could open your mouth again, James and Sirius were on the floor, this time due to a perfectly timed nudge to the back of their knees. Remus looked up at you and smiled softly, "Hi, my sweet. I brought you some treats." Placing down your candy, which he knew you favored, he sat across from you, ready to study.

James popped up from the floor, "Look, Y/N, he's even wearing a matching jumper with you! We have asked to match as a group of friends for ages. You can't tell me this man isn't whipped." You laughed at the remark, watching Remus nudge the back of James' knee again, causing him to collapse.

~~~~~EXTRA~~~~~

(You are looking up at the stars with the whole friend group. Your head is placed in Remus' lap. Peter is asleep lounging on the grass. Sirius, James, and Lily are all leaning back, looking at the stars.)

Y/N: Do you think that when the first people watched the stars, they thought they were crazy when they started moving each night.

Sirius: Wait, do the stars move each night?

James: I thought it was the moon that moved.

Lily: Sometimes it amazes me how you two breathe on your own.

Remus: (rubbing his temples, feeling the headache coming on) I'm glad someone else said it.

I hope you enjoy!!

[rescue-ram]

mash, but if you get that multiple times then i'll also say naruto for the ask meme

MASH

my favorite female character

I mean Margaret is peak, but I really enjoyed the little recurring bits of Ginger and Margie in the earlier seasons.

my favorite male character

Trapurr :3c

my favorite book/season/etc

I mean my toxic trait is that the MASH movie is one of my comfort films, and when I'm craving MASH but feel overwhelmed by the number of episodes I just put on the movie. Of the show, my absolute all time favorite season is the 2nd, SO many good episodes in that season.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

OR is my all around favorite, Deal Me Out is my personal favorite, and Five O'Clock Charlie is my favorite silly episode.

my favorite cast member

Alan Alda ❤️

my favorite ship

TrapHawk :3

a character I’d die defending

Trapper again lol, I do not want to HEEEEEEEAR about the mfing note or lack thereof kdkdjj. Of all his many sins his friendship with Hawkeye is not to be numbered among them!

a character I just can’t sympathize with

I feel like the easy answers are Charles and Potter, but honestly because they're 'difficult' characters it's a little more interesting as an intellectual exercise to try and figure out their perspective on things. I honestly find BJ harder to sympathize with in a lot of ways because he's meant to be relatable but kind of embodies values of the past that go unchallenged or unexplained in a way that's kind of off putting.

a character I grew to love

Klinger or Charles. As a kid I remember not really liking Klinger for a while and finding him embarrassing or annoying, but I really liked his moment with Mulcahy in Dear Dad (I saw this after the later seasons when the show looped back around to the start in rerun jxjjxkc). I didn't like Charles until my most recent rewatch as an adult. Sidebar but I also misremembered Frank as being way more actively malicious, he's much funnier than I thought as a kid.

my anti otp

BJHawk

Naruto

my favorite female character

We are not exactly spoiled for riches here (🔪🔪🔪 at Kishimoto) My favorite as a kid was Hinata, but I do really enjoy a lot of Sakura's moments.

my favorite male character

Kakashi big time. I thought Lee had the most epic moments as a kid and really enjoyed him, but in a different way- was always way more interested in Lee canon and Kakashi fanon iykwim

my favorite book/season/etc

IDK if this is still cliche but the Zabuza Arc is one of my all time favorite shonen arcs ever. That was the arc that made me completely feral about this manga for like five years straight kdkdkjd. There are many peak moments afterwards that I like more, but as a coherent story arc from beginning to end the Land of Waves/Zabuza Arc is so tight and so good.

my favorite episode (if its a tv show)

🤔 The one that comes to mind is the Gaara Rock Lee fight which was a peak moment for me and also contains one of the earliest moments that made me ship KakaGai lol

my favorite ship

KakaGai for LIFE baby

a character I’d die defending

Honestly none of them they all must pay for their crimes ❤️

a character I just can’t sympathize with

I did not understand most of what happened with Sasuke and Itachi's stories as a kid and tbh I don't really understand most of the twists now. Also Orochimaru getting a redemption arc of any kind made me apo-fucking-plectic and still does fkkcjcjc

a character I grew to love

🤔 Tsunade... I found her annoying/irresponsible/over sexualized when I was younger, but I find her more interesting now.

my anti otp

KakaIru, one of my very first NOTPs ❤️

[snow-system-wol]

How does each alter feel about the others in the Snow System? (In current MSQ)

(tw for implications of violence, abuse, csa, all kept quite vague. No spoilers.)

(format: the header alter is the one whose views are being given)

S'ria's Opinions: (29, M)

Fray: It's complicated – S'ria is glad that Fray will protect him and is glad that they'll also protect the rest of his family. Them being ready to tear to shreds anyone that threatens G'raha, Alisaie, or Alphinaud is something that S'ria likes. He just wishes Fray was easier to control and more careful, and doesn't like the gaps in memory even if they're much better now. S'ria hasn't fully reconciled how violent Fray can be when fully unhinged though, there's something uncomfortable about someone seeing “him” act like that.

(Child)S’ria: Adult S'ria is mostly just sad that this one exists – there is some mortification at the idea of people seeing him have a full traumatized young child meltdown or have an unfiltered breakdown, but he can't really be upset at the alter for being so distressed.

Menphina: S'ria relies on her and feels some sort of familial love towards her. He finds her frequent presence comforting, and finds the idea of her hovering near front to be personally non-invasive. He really doesn't consider it to be a privacy concern. Now that he's doing better, he's really happy that she's been exploring her own sense of self.

Rose: This is much better than it was, but not at all fixed. S'ria resents her for her actions and for her thought processes – even knowing why she is like this on a basic level doesn't mean he understands. The fact that he remembers some of her fronts is more upsetting for him. He remembers what she was trying to do, but personally feels confused and disgusted in his perception of the experience, like the Thancred incident. (He'd really prefer not to think about how she acted in some of their earlier memories).

S’chaim: “Cringe”. S'ria finds many of his personality traits and mannerisms to be embarrassing, even if mostly harmless. It's just the preteen/teen moody vibes of it all that S'ria cringes to recall. S'chaim is still not very active and they rarely interact.

???: S'ria knows this one only fronts around very close people and slipping into this space is very cozy. He gets more comfortable, words get more difficult, and then – not him anymore, just a relaxed creature, and the vague memories later are pleasant. S'ria wouldn't mind if it spent more time with G'raha.

Fray’s Opinions: (???, ?)

S'ria: He used to not be able to defend himself as well, needed Fray's help, but they're pleased that he can stand on his own now. They are still ready to try to step in for any lapses, but they are content to be less active as time goes on. Fray does feel a certain amount of… guilt, when something happens that they could've fixed if they'd been close to awake. They could've helped S'ria during IFTC, if nothing else.

(Child)S’ria: Fray is particularly volatile with this one. He is typically in distress when fronting at all, so scaring him more or hurting him would likely send Fray into incoherent rage. Their attempts at getting S'ria's freedom as a kid didn't work, but they can pay that back now that they're strong.

Menphina: She's good – a critical part of the system. Both S'ria's need her. A part of them wishes they could be a healer like her, but they know that isn't who they are.

Rose: It's all well and good to do what she must, but putting the system in potentially dangerous situations for her own whims is unacceptable. Her wishes are utterly foreign to them.

S'chaim: These two have never interacted. Fray would step in to protect him with no judgment – he's pretty young still, not his responsibility to defend himself.

???: None of their business. As long as they are only dropping their guard among those truly trusted.

(Child)S'ria's Opinions: (~5-6, M)

(Mostly locked in place since childhood)

S'ria: The other me – the one who slept through it and grew up.

Fray: They want to protect me, I think, and I want to get out, but they keep getting me hurt when they try. They don't care about hurting the body, I think I want them to stop.

Menphina: She helps, I wish she could always be here. So nice to me, and gets rid of hurts. She's not like Ma, but somehow she is.

Rose: If… she would rather take over for that… then that's best.

S'chaim: Unaware of newer alters. Stuck in the past.

???: Unaware of newer alters. Stuck in the past.

Menphina's Opinions: (???, F)

S'ria: Proud of him, genuinely. She's been scared at times that he won't be able to recover or process, but he's managed it every time and continued to move forward. The idea of him not needing her so much is a little scary, but she's really enjoyed trying to be her own person too, outside of that.

Fray: She is so glad that they want to protect S'ria, but she has concerns. They are so determined to fight to protect S'ria that at times it feels like they forget S'ria himself will be physically harmed after the battle. Well, not that they forget but rather choosing not to care so much… Menphina is well aware what Fray would do in a no-win captive scenario, and cannot decide whether she prefers that to the system suffering again.

(Child)S’ria: Her beloved little S'ria. She cannot talk so directly with him anymore – now that he is only fronting when triggered out, he is often too distressed to even listen. But there are still moments where she can soothe him, and she misses the routine of it even if she doesn't miss that time in the slightest.

Rose: Oh, Rose. She wishes S'ria wouldn't be quite so harsh on her. She understands why S'ria is so upset, yes, but it's not Rose's fault that she hasn't figured out another way to function yet. She deserves patience and acceptance, even if some behavior is not okay.

S'chaim: Poor boy, she doesn't quite know how to help him. She doesn't know him as well as she'd like, with him being so rarely awake, and he's so standoffish at times. He accepts her comfort when he really needs it though, and that's all she can ask.

???: Good for the body's stress levels, otherwise just kind of sweet honestly 

Rose's Opinions: (~13-14, F)

S'ria: She's sorry and gets some of why S'ria is mad at her, but he doesn't understand that she only wants to help. Why won't he let her? S'ria is happy in his current place in life, would it really be so bad if she tried to make sure it was secure?

Fray: She is grateful for what they did, now that she can see more clearly, but a part of her is still horrified. It was supposed to be her as usual, and they just stepped in and… she would never like to be anywhere near front if the body is committing such raw violence again. She doesn't want to see that now, and she definitely was not prepared to witness it then. Especially not when she was still emotionally attached.

(Child)S’ria: It's… best if that one rests. On some level, she recognizes that her existence was meant to protect this alter more than any other.

Menphina: She tries. Rose appreciates that she is nice to her and willing to defend her. Rose is just confused by Menphina sometimes. She kept trying to comfort Rose when things were fine and she wasn't even upset, and insisting there was no problem seemed to only make Menphina more sad. Rose didn't like those moments very much, even if she understands a bit better now why Menphina acted like that back then.

S'chaim: Just a kid. Brat. It is entirely lost on her that he's barely younger than her.

???: Huh. Nearly the opposite somehow, but the open self indulgence is refreshing to see.

S’chaim’s Opinions: (~10-12, M)

S'ria: Resentful. S'chaim just wants to go be silly, hang out with other people his age, but S'ria insists on living a life that will never allow S'chaim peace. He just wants a simple normal life.

Fray: These two have never interacted. S'chaim cannot imagine his body being used for such terrifying power in battle – a bit impressed and scared.

(Child)S’ria: Regards him as one might a crying child at a grocery store. Likely not a happy situation for the kid, but none of S'chaim’s business.

Menphina: She's nice, but he doesn't need her help or anything. He's just fine dealing with things on his own. (And if her comforting him when he's lonely or upset helps, then he'll never admit it).

Rose: She's so embarrassing to him – he still cringes to think about her attempt with Thancred. He doesn't seem to know or truly understand her prior/original role.

???: A vague side eye in its direction

???’s Opinions: (???,?)

It regards other alters with disinterest. Either it exists, or it doesn't, it isn't interested in trying to meaningfully communicate with others inside or outside the system. This alter is not human and doesn't process any social interaction that is non-tactile. Since other headmates cannot touch it, it is fine with ignoring them.

[shesmellsspoiled]

prom night and the days that follow

he was leaving.

me, this town, us. the thoughts of all the time we’ve spent together fills me with the feeling of sadness. but he has to do this. i know it’s for a good cause because without this bonnie could be exposed for her magic and the rest of the town goes down with her. i know we can’t let that happen but i can’t bare the thought of losing him as he goes to battle with those sirens. those evil souls that rid me of my one true love, but i haven’t told him that just yet.

we’ve been friends for a while and realizing i liked him wasn’t easy. but coming to the realization that i loved him was even more difficult. i’ve never loved anyone before. yeah, i dated matt but he was mostly a teenage fling and for stefan was nice and all but i had to break it off once i started liking his brother. i have the respect to at least do that.

prom is coming up in my high school and it’s important i go because to be completely overly honest i haven’t participated in many of the senior activities at mystic falls high school. but the only person i want to go with is damon and i just need the balls to confess and finally spend time with him before he leaves and risks his life so selflessly.

i sigh and get the random urge of confidence that i need: now the only thing left to do, confess.

i know he’s in his room right now packing his things for his trip. or less of a trip and more of a drive down to hell. mostly my hell. he doesn’t seem very scared, mostly confident which confuses me but it’s damon and he’s most likely hiding how he feels. i know him too well for someone that isn’t even dating him. that and the fact that i dated his brother.

i walk up to the wooden, dark tanned door and prepare myself to knock. but before i could do so the door swings open and surprises me so much i jump. damon laughs and invites me in.

“you know, it’s not very smart to try and sneak up on a vampire. you know they have super hearing abilities”

“okay smart guy.” i take a breath and he notices the look on my face. probably the adrenaline rush of what i’m about to say.

“is everything okay? you seem a bit nervous” he says looking me up and down and making sure i don’t make any sudden movements like faint or

throw up on him. he’s funny like that. i like that he notices things about me before i even notice them myself. maybe it’s because he’s a vampire and have come accustomed to reading people’s emotions or the common human traits, but nevertheless stephen wasn’t like this. and i felt comfortable around damon, i feel like i can tell him anything.

another breath and i sit down on the bed as casually as possible. “i want you to take me to my prom”

“are you asking or demanding?” he jokes and i laugh but i’m embarrassed at the way i said that and almost back out and say it was a joke.

before i can respond, he says, “i would love to take you to prom, but i must ask, why do you want to go with me? i mean stefan would’ve probably been a better candidate, don’t you think?”

i want to confess now but the words seem to almost refuse to leave my mouth. “well.. since you’re leaving for a while, i just thought it would be nice to spend time together, you know? just a friendly little hang out and you can act like a teenager for a day.” before he can respond i add, “and we don’t have to dance or any of that stuff. we could just sit and talk and enjoy the music and punch”

“okay, elena. i will go to prom with you” he says calmly in almost a reassuring way that he actually would enjoy going with me, which almost makes me blush but i can’t do so without blowing my cover.

“thank you. i anticipate we will have a great time”

i turn to leave his room before he says “what’s the theme”

“winter wonderland”. and as corny as it sounds i know caroline put a lot of time and energy into planning it. so either way i know it’s going to be beautiful and turn out amazing, like always.

i finally can breathe normally again once i get outside to the fresh, cool air. i’ve never been so excited and nervous at the same time.

the day finally rolls around and i’m getting ready for the evening of a lifetime. i put on a white gown with blue bows in my hair and draw little snowflakes on my cheeks with eyeliner. i love getting dressed up but i’m most comfortable in my usually jeans and a cami top.

i walk over to the salvatore home and knock three times, per usual. i hear the footsteps as they step toward the door. the creaking of the door following quickly after.

“come on in”

“don’t mind if i do” i respond and walk inside, carefully, as to not to fall with these heels.

“you look beautiful. here, i got you this white corsage to go with your dress. sorry if it’s not what you were expecting”. he looks down at it as if i would hate it.

“i love it, damon. you’re so sweet”. this compliment repeats over and over in my head and i let myself blush this time around.

i think he notices since he grabs my hand and puts the corsage on, so carefully.

he opens the car door for me and i get in. he shuts it and walks over to the driver’s seat as my cheeks get rosier and i internally scream out of excitement.

we buckle in for the short ride to the high school. i can’t believe i’m graduating already, seems too good to be true.

we make it to the prom and just as i thought, the place was so wonderfully decorated. i know caroline and she’s always been amazing at these sort of things. always pays the closest attention to detail.

the palms of my hand get sweaty and i’m nervous he will notice as he grabs my hand and interlocks our fingers.

i giggle as i say “thank you for coming with me”

the parking lot of the school is empty as we came a bit earlier to help set up, although caroline barely needed any. i need to tell him.

“i have to tell you something. it’s embarrassing and stupid but i feel like i need to.”

damon makes eye contact with me and then looks at our hands. “i know. and i feel the same way”

i blush and hug him. so tight that he acts like he’s being suffocated and i roll my eyes as i let go.

“you’re so dramatic”. i continue, “so what does this mean exactly?”

damon takes a step forward, separating the space that was once there. the grand my face so gently and pulls me in my lips to his. i feel his soft touch against me and let out a giggle once we depart.

i giggle but can’t muster any words for a while after.

“i do like you, elena. but i mustn’t forget that i’m leaving and can’t be distracted from the things i must be the upmost focused on.

i feel my face turn into a frown and sadness sets in before i completely shut down and can’t seem to say anything more.

“i know. but it’s the sad truth. i must wait to know if i will survive this and be able to come back to this small town. i want to live the rest of your life with you and devote myself to this eternal happiness but you must understand my motive here.

“i do.” i let out a cry and he holds me in a hug for a while. he lets go and i see tears form in his eyes.

“but that doesn’t mean we can’t spend the night together. we’ll have the best time and we’ll dance and drink punch. we’ll talk and we can put this on hold. but don’t wait for me. if you fall in love with another while i’m gone i will understand.”

“love?”

“yes, love”.

“do you love.. me?”

“yes, my love. of course i do. you’re the only girl i’ve ever loved and will ever love. i’ll live an eternity of you in my thoughts and my heart.”

“i love you”

“i love you too. forever and always”

[people-are-strange-87]

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone

Juliet was sitting on top of her rental car. It had been an hour since she had taken the wrong exit off route 101 and it was now dark. It was only six o’clock so she decided to look at the stars a while before she drove into the next town to find a place to stay. She had her phone stolen in San Jose and only had limited money so she’d have to find a job.

The sound of motorcycles interrupted her peace, it wasn’t all too surprising as she hadn’t moved that far away from the road. What was surprising, however, was that these motorists stopped beside her. They clearly knew the area, she assumed they must be locals. “Hey doll!” One of them called up at her as he stepped off the bike, “What are you doing out here?” She waved with a shy smile, “Just enjoying the view” Another wolf whistled at this comment, “I’m liking the view from here” The comment caused Juliet to blush as she hid her face in her hands. “Don’t go shy now, darlin’” A third voice cooed causing her to redden even more “You’re totally bodacious, babe! Like your bod is killer!” Juliet looked up confused, all embarrassment forgotten. “…what?” The four guys burst out laughing, she presumed it was because she had a habit of scrunching her nose up when she was confused. Her mum always made fun of the trait. “Meanies!” she muttered, not thinking they would hear her. Suddenly they were all climbing onto the roof, “Aww, did we upset you, angel?” He cooed at her again, holding her wrist so she couldn’t cover her face. His brown eyes gazed into her hazel ones intently. She felt her face heat up as she nodded. A cackled laugh made her jump, “You psyched her out, Marko! She’s wigging out!” “So, princess, Marko was calling you beautiful. He said your body was gorgeous. And I have to agree with him, you are absolutely perfect” His explanation was soft and gentle as he caressed her face. As soon as he had released her wrists, she brought a hand to her mouth and began picking at the chapped skin on her lips. “Stop that. You’ll hurt yourself, sweetheart”

The bikers had checked her into a motel about half an hour ago with a promise to return with food. Juliet was putting her clothes away with a dance as she sang. Completely unaware the door had opened. “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said” She took a breath and her volume doubled, “Marry me, Juliet! You’ll never have to be alone! I love you and that’s all I really know!” “Nice singing, babe” She jumped as there was a voice from the door, causing her to drop the clothes in her hands. She immediately turned a bright shade of pink as she tried to pick them up.

In a few strides, there were a pair of hands there to collect the fabrics for her. “We didn’t mean to startle you, princess. You were adorable dancing around in your own world” He leant close to her, his lips brushing her cheek as he spoke into her ear - his voice deep and soft. She was certain she was as red as a rose at this point, all words lost in the moment.

[robotlesbianjavert]

shigaraki was what got you into bnha, but what made spinner your favorite? (and if you want, opinions on the each member of league?)

look at you remembering the lore

well one of spinner's appealing traits was that he was clearly smitten with shigaraki which put him in my good books as someone who was originally reading for shigaraki. in that same vein, he held a character trait that's always a win with me, being a gay evil lil minion. it's so good when born henchman is clearly desperate to get railed by his boss.

but more than that, for spinner to have struck me and be my special guy for like four years now, is how easy it would have been to write a character like spinner out or just leave him as a fully sidelined character, and how that didn't happen. instead MVA is used to develop and settle the purpose of spinner's character alongside shigaraki, in a way that built off and recontextualised the bits of character from prior in the story, and ended up being a consistent thread throughout the rest of the story, constantly reinforced literally every time he appeared. like regardless of spinner's status among readers there is genuine attention and care for him except for when he was rendered unable to give an opinion to counter shouji despite being the only character capable of really talking about the heteromorph discrimination in an interesting way but whatever i still got chapter 373

also it helped that when MVA was ongoing there was only like one other person posting regularly about the arc who seemed to see the same thing in the character i did (@codenamesazanka hiiiiii <3) so i got a nice little contrarian thrill when everyone else was So Wrong. remember how many people were convinced spinner was going to betray the league to the mla. remember how there are still people who think that spinner's main character trait is being a stain fanboy. i get a lil huff when i think about how i know him so much better than the masses.

i feel like there's more that i can say about spinner and how much he's always going to be my most special boy one of my all time legends but i'll end up crying and that's so embarrassing. rest of the league under the cut.

moonfish. he's so funny. he was on death row and he eats people but he's still concerned with a job well done. what's his story.

mustard. also so funny. i think more should be said about how this middle school kid got a gun and joined a terrorist group and is genuinely trying to commit murder and he is just in middle school. or just about to leave it. it's clearly cowardice that stops the story from calling back to him this middle school terrorist and why he's doing what he's doing, much like toga stabbing her crush a lil like we need some context.

muscular is the funniest character bar none in the entire manga. he's got special fake eyes. he's super chill about the world being kill or be killed. i want to go out for drinks with him so fucking bad. he was BORN in a baby fighting ring why won't anyone acknowledge it. i think he should have his own spin off. i think he should be allowed to kill deku. and kouta for good measure.

magne was the smartest and most proactive character in the league. the way she deduced that deku must have beat muscular and that he had to be taken out, coming up with a plan during kamino when bakugou & co were blasting off ruined only by mt. lady, immediately recognizing that overhaul was full of shit and moving to deal with him. her only mistake was not realising that closing in on a guy whose quirk she didn't know might be risky. genuinely still mourning her, and i think there would have been a really fascinating story in her if she stuck around longer. for example, as someone very proactive, how would she have taken shigaraki's lollygagging in the post-overhaul pre-mla era? at the very least, i wish the league would think back on her more often.

dabi, i'm still an avowed hater, but i more cool with him now that we know his full backstory. i appreciate that he's not a momma's boy or a nobly suffering big brother, there's something sad and real and understandable about his desperation to be seen, his fears of being discarded. still my least favourite character though. i've seen people be like "oh you really have to read between the lines to understand him, he's not what he seems on the surface, blah blah" you don't need to read between any more lines than any other character. all dabi ships suck so bad except for dabi/skeptic not joking.

mr compress is so funny bro he took out his ass to save the league. i'm not really into dadpress headcanons but i do appreciate the little ways you can see compress caring about the league before his big sacrifice play. i'm very much like waiting with held breath to see if we get anything more about him before the story ends - i want to know the backstory and how it led him to the league soooo fucking bad. also anytime we get lore about society from the villains it's so good it's literally the best. i have a lot of hopes laying with him right now.

twice. said it before i'll say it again, he's the best written character in the series no contest. no time was wasted with him, something was developed with him every appearance, and the only thing detracting from how well done his death was done was how fucking bad a character hawks is. i was literally nauseous for two weeks after he was killed but unlike a lot of people i think, it was something i fully expected after his development in mva. i do absolutely hate when fans obsessed with power scaling are like "horikoshi made twice too op that's why he was killed off" NO everything with twice was purposeful and evocative. except for the aftermath where twice's murder ended up being tangential for everyone except toga. but that's not twice's fault it's hawks', for being an insanely badly written character. i miss him.

toga. well. it's so funny than the murderous blood-drinking girly girl ended up being the best written female character of the entire series. lmao. i like how she is the most normal teenage girl in the world. blood drinking and all. i would like the quirk counseling to be explored more and made a thing that characters recognize happened to her. but i guess sidelining it helps with the castielification. there's actually more i can say about her but overall Love and she's never going to die.

shigaraki. shigaraki......................chapter 379 was so satisfying. if deku ruins him i'm killing for real. too much to say so i'll stick with Love and he's never going to die.

gigantomachia counts i love him he's so moe. he shoulda squashed shinsou like a bug.

[blissfullyapillow]

hello! I hope you are doing fantastically well

If at all possible, I would like to request a romantic genshin impact and honkai star rail matchup, please and thank you!

take care now <3

- ⭐

basics !

- orientation. . . demisexual & straight

- pronouns. . . she/her

- aspiring archeologist , currently majoring in anthropology (:

- dislikes. . . hot weather, waffles, centipedes, flies, wasps, not being listened to or understood, silent treatment, politics, being blamed for something I did not do, feeling helpless, embarrassment, injustice, inequality & inequity, not being taken seriously, building, wood working, arrogance, parties / social gatherings, disrespect, misunderstandings, small talk, meaningless interactions / conversations

- loves. . . my friends <3, funny people, laughing, seeing people laugh, prehistoric & ancient history, literature, poetry, meteorology, astronomy, the arts, learning, researching, nature, flowers, cats & dogs, whales, the night sky, sunrises & sunsets, storms, early mornings, snow, long walks, heavy rain, documentaries, comedy, sarcasm, exploring, traveling, table / card games, being outside while it is raining, watermelon & red raspberries, pastries

- discomforts. . . alcohol, substance usage, being watched, certain physical touch (not used to it and uncomfortable experiences in the past. would be okay with it in an established relationship but I'll be wary and very shy about it, and I'll hardly ever initiate it)

- hobbies / activities. . . acrylic painting, charcoal & pastel drawing, marching band color guard, reading, talking to & hanging out with friends, hiking, roller skating, listening to music, going for walks, ceramics, sightseeing

- sense of humor... bantering, making snarky & witty comebacks, sarcasm, lighthearted teasing, random usage of early modern english & fancy words (ex. stupendously, indubitably, thy, thou, "woe is me", thee, thine, "thou must make haste!", whilst)

personality !

- mbti. . . infj

- enneagram. . . 5w4

- moral alignment. . . neutral good

- astro chart. . . libra sun, pisces moon, capricorn rising

rest of my chart, if you so wish to use: scorpio mercury, sagittarius venus & pluto, taurus mars, leo saturn, aquarius neptune, pisces uranus, libra jupiter

- how others describe me. . . very nice, funny, reserved, an old soul, a safe haven, cute, talented in the arts, intelligent / smart, clever, very wise, I'm like an older sister, anxious, intimidating, quiet, too hard on myself, perfectionist, a very good listener, caring, patient

relationship preferences !

- love language. . . giving: quality time, words of affirmation, acts of service. receiving: words of affirmation, gift giving, physical touch

- traits I look for. . . intelligent / smart, caring, patient, responsible, respectful, funny, gentle

Notes: Thanks for requesting a matchup ⭐!! I hope you like who I matched you with <3

What I think your relationship will sound like: Aventurine ┆ Kamisato Ayato

Masterlist

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with: Aventurine

Credits: @/dihcake on pinterest

🂺.☘︎ ݁˖ಇ.๋࣭⟡

I match you with Aventurine!

Now, at first you may be apprehensive of him, and vice versa. Aventurine doesn’t exactly go out of his way to make himself out to be a wonderful upstanding guy.

Despite that, a chance encounter puts each of you on each other’s radar. During one of your travels, you were taking part in a leisurely card game. A card game that had your life on the line, unbeknownst to you. You were playing against some shady characters that Aventurine happened to need something from. 

He subtly informed you of the stakes at hand before he asked to be your partner, guaranteeing you a win with an absurd amount of confidence and charm. Thankfully you listened to him, and as a result you escaped what could’ve been a very bad situation for you. 

You gave him your thanks, but before you could leave he asked to exchange contact information just in case anything came up. You hesitantly agreed before being on your way, only to have many chance encounters with him frequently afterwards.

You found this to be more than suspicious, so you kept your guard up around him. Aventurine had no plans to get close to you, but he was ordered by the IPC to ensure your safety after the incident. Despite your apprehensions of each other, you two end up getting along quite well, and your relationship soon blossoms into something more. 

Aventurine quickly learned you harbor many, many interests. He found himself drawn to that aspect of yourself, and he often asked you to talk about your interests just so he could watch the wonderful expressions your face created as you adamantly discussed them.

One time you mentioned your hobby of roller skating, and Aventurine asked for you to teach him. Lets just say he can easily beat you at card games, but you hold the trophy when it comes to roller skating, if his many near falls prove to be any indication.

It takes quite a long time for Aventurine to form any sort of attachment with you, but once he does? Oh boy. Expect multiple gifts delivered at your doorstep many times a week. It got to the point the delivery person knew what hours you’d most likely be home, so they’d deliver it right to you to avoid any potential problems.

Aventurine is very fond of your company. You feel like the warm home he never had; the sweet embrace of a lover finally found, after many long years of enduring all sorts of mistreatment. 

Speaking of a lover’s embrace, neither you or Aventurine were willing to make the first move initiating physical touch. It just so happened you slipped and fell backwards one evening, and he was quick to catch you. It was a simple touch of his hands against your shoulders, yet the two of you found yourselves immensely flustered.

Going forward, Aventurine will always lightly rest his hand on your shoulder whenever he wants to initiate physical touch. You find the act very endearing, but you really appreciate it. 

You each have your own apprehensions and struggles that you support each other through. Aventurine is always there for you when you start being a bit too hard on yourself, and you’re always there to reassure him that his presence in your life is akin to the warm sun’s rays shining down on you. 

You two often engage in playful bickering and sarcasm. Sometimes you surprise Aventurine with your language. You were both running late to catch your ride back home, when you yelled to Aventurine “Thou must make haste!!” Your words, coupled with your frantic expression, had Aventurine beside himself with laughter.

To this day, Aventurine doubles over in laughter whenever he remembers that moment. 

You and Aventurine are very understanding of each other, creating an unbreakable, strong bond between the two of you. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

As you walk beside Aventurine, a new song starts to play. You, with one ear piece, recognize it immediately as your favorite song. You softly begin to hum under your breath.

Aventurine, with the other ear piece, turns to admire you as you walk side by side. 

“My, is this song a favorite of yours? You sure seem fond of it.” You smile at him, nodding your confirmation. For some reason, Aventurine shows signs of being flustered; his cheeks warm and his hand in yours feels a bit clammy. 

“.. Is the song okay?” You ask in concern. Aventurine mumbles his approval, before releasing your hand. He places his hand on your shoulder, to which you smile. He brings you towards him to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. 

“You just looked really cute enjoying yourself, I can’t help admiring such beauty at my side.” Your reaction is everything and more Aventurine could’ve hoped for. He grins before taking hold of your hand once more.

You two continue your peaceful walk as the sun shines down on the two of you.

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

I match you with: Kamisato Ayato

Credits: @/jojoswft · ele/dele/-o on pinterest

*♡⸝⸝🧋°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･    

I match you with boba loving Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato!

Funny enough, the two of you met at a social gathering. You were not enjoying yourself, as expected, so you excused yourself to wait outside until your ride came. That’s when you met the head of the Kamisato Clan, Kamisato Ayato himself. 

Your recognized how important of a person he is, so you kept to your own little corner as you waited for your ride. Regrettably, you receive a messaged a few moments later saying your ride could not make it to your location anytime soon.

With a groan of annoyance, you had to rack your brain for another method of getting home. Ayato heard the frustrated sound you emitted, and curiously asked you what the problem was. Before you knew it, you were being driven home as you sat beside Kamisato Ayato. 

He actually took the effort to make meaningful conversation with you, which you appreciated. When you got home, you didn’t expect to ever see him again, so you bid your farewells. 

Little did you know, the two of you would become an important person in each other’s lives.

Ayato enjoys listening to you speak about meteorology, as well as other topics he doesn’t have a lot of knowledge in. If you’re not careful, he’ll leave you a rattled mess as he gazes at you lovingly, savoring each and every moment of your explanations. 

You both share a distaste for hot weather, so Ayato took it upon himself to buy a fan for you. The fan is very pricey and intricate in design, so you tried to refuse the gift, only to end up with a matching umbrella. The two of you make for quite the sight together on a hot sunny day, but you couldn’t care less since the heat is significantly less under the shade of the umbrella. 

There was one instance where you were talking to a potential business partner on Ayato’s behalf, since he was running late. You simply relayed the message, yet the business partner refused to listen to you and spoke to you as if you were incompetent. You were fuming, and if Ayato hadn’t stepped in you would’ve said something you would have regretted.

Well, maybe the man would’ve gotten off easier if it was you who had dealt with him. Oh, the absolute fury on Ayato’s face when he stepped up behind you. The insults you heard effortlessly leave Ayato’s lips made you blush and giggle. You almost felt sorry for the man. 

Almost.

Ayato is very fond of teasing you, but he knows his boundaries and when to stop. He enjoys your snarky and witty comebacks, if anything he derives a strange joy from it. He adores your random usage of early modern English. You two can have conversations composed of absurdly fancy and intricate words, only for it to end the same way it always starts; with the two of you hunched over in mirth.

Ayato treats you like an absolute treasure, often gifting you with not only physical things, but with words as well. He appreciates your efforts to spend time with him more than you’ll ever know. 

It’s one of the many reasons he’s fallen so hopelessly in love with you.

🫧ᰔ𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚

“Oh, did you make this? It looks absolutely stunning, just like yourself might I add.” Ayato’s suave words bring a cheeky smile to your lips. “Mhm. I created it with you in mind, actually.” Your words color his face with surprise.

“I see..” He leans in to admire your work closely, and your proximity to him causes your heart to race. No matter how long the two of you have been together, he never fails to make your heart a pounding, fluttering mess.

“This is lovely, Y/n. I’m proud of you.” His words caused your entire person to light up, emitting a dazzling glow that would put the sun to shame. 

“I think you’ve done enough work for today, why don’t you spend the rest of the day in my arms? Hm?” Ayato opens his arms wide for you to come into, and you waste no time leaning into his warm embrace. 

His heart races beneath your ear, and a soft smile lights your face up once more. Ayato sports a similar love stricken expression as he looks at you, pride etched elegantly on his features. 

Dedicated to,

 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ ⭐⭑.ᐟ

[kafkaoftherubble]

以前真的

Lyishere clipped this Throwback status from her Facebook. Relevant back in 2011, relevant right now too.

But damn. "Cakap saja lah"? "我听你吹？" "That's what she said?"

I know our memories had given me the impression that younger us were quite delighted to be sarcastic, but I still kinda reeled. Huh.

But then again, one of our cherished memories, apparently, was us commenting under Dorkula's heart-wringing, uber-agitated, almost suicide-baiting j'accuse in her blog. After blud went on about how pained and enraged she was at being demoted to the second-elite class instead of The Elites Of the School because she's actually Very Smart, Hardworking, Model Student who should not be with those below her academic standards, the Lyn back then left a comment: "If you're really a genius, you must have already known it's been a month. Give it a rest, milady. Sincerely, The Dumb Peasant Who Understands How Scarce Everyone's IQ Point Really Is"

We would have forgotten all about that if it weren't for Dork to deadass named Ken in her entry, with the title being "____ ___ is A Liar." And then Ken, now a practicing lawyer, had his client find out about this stupid blog entry of a 16-year-old and actually brought this as some... issue. And then Ken had to contact Dork, with both of them being forced to read this embarrassing piece of Personal Dark History, and of course Dork told me about it and I told Lyi because what else is a Best Friend even for, and then she found the same dumb entry, and then found the only comment left there... by Past Me.

Sometimes people ask, "What would you wish to tell your past self?"

And I really don't know. The Past Me and I are two different people. We share a history and some traits, but we also have wildly different attitudes and manners and ways of framing the world. I guess I will tell them whatever I think they need to hear at that moment—not dissimilar to whatever I think my current friends need to hear at this moment if they ask me to say something.

I wonder if they will like having me around; Past Lyndises weren't always that warmed up to Fionn. They thought he was annoying with his stupid, monkish adherence to Being Good and his irritating lionization of "compassion." Also, their favorite Fionn is Fionn-tearing-up, because tears are—

Well, sometimes, see, crying men are—

I mean, well—

Never mind.

Interesting, right, guys? Crying women don't provoke the same sort of feeling at all. I'll guess it's because Mom and Middle Sis were always fucking crying hysterically and weaponizing it. Mom used to pair it with a helping of suicide baiting too! Remember when our sisters just uselessly cried, and it was up to us to check in on her ever 30 minutes when she locked herself in the room after threatening to kill herself, and we had to lie on our stomachs to peer through the bottom crack of the door, and induce from the pattern of her shadow reflected off the wooden floor to see if she was really doing it or false alarm?

And then if we thought she was doing it, we would hum a random song loudly enough for her to hear it, so she would feel annoyed because not all of her daughters were distressed and fearful of her threat, and opened the door wide to tell us to shut the fuck up? It was such a good way to keep her alive! Or maybe she never wanted to go through with her threats and it didn't matter if we hum a song or not. People are rather confusing, huh?

When women cry, it just annoyed the fuck out of us. It just looks like the embodiment of uselessness. The futility of emotions. How the hell is it solving jackshit? So past Lyns sometimes take it out on Fionn instead. They made him suffer the anxiety and distress and fear these people put us through. They stayed unperturbed while Fionn's reduced to a shivering, crying, injured boy. Watching him cry calmed them down, 'cause he's cute when he cries. And it distracted them from the sort of crying that is noisy, useless, and emotionally manipulative. Three birds one stone.

... Damn it, I can't even think back on our collective past without remembering what we made him go through. And while I agree that, pragmatically speaking, it's a good thing we took it out on him most of the time instead of on our own sisters (and never on ourselves) back then, because "I don't really exist as a person anyway," but... I don't care if you don't "exist" in the eyes of the world, man. You're not me! You're stuck with me! Since I don't know when! It doesn't matter if no one knows you or acknowledges you. We have always thought of you as a person of your own right, and it's under that same mindset that we exploited you. You're capable of being in pain. You're capable of suffering!

I mean, but then again, scientifically, you're also not...

Ugh. Thinking about what could be up with us always elicits some deep-seated fear. Why? Even I'm scared. I rather not know. But that's not like us at all. We always want to know. We're curious! But this? This line of investigation... it's somehow terrifying. It makes my chest hurt. It causes psychosomatic symptoms like hyperventilation and all, and it starts with you. What's up with that?

Man, I should stop. I rather work than dwell on this!

[femmmie]

Feet 3 aka Step on me

The thrilling conclusion to this trilogy. In reality, these were three independent stories, and I greatly enjoyed exploring the different ships and shoe sizes ;o) please let me know what you thought and what I shall do next this kinktober because I am running out of ideas fast!

"Hey," Damien said, a bit embarrassed but also joking, as he entered the apartment.

"Hey."

The tall woman was clad in beautiful black lingerie and a thin, long mantle made out of lace. She was barefoot and still almost twice his size.

"Shall I.. shall I lay down?"

"You just got here, are you in such a hurry?" A warm smile played on her face and it seemed like sparks were shooting out of her squinting yet beaming eyes.

"You look beautiful tonight," Damien didn't dare to look down from her face but his peripheral vision screamed at him look! Look at this wonderful woman!

"Oh, shut up," she laughed. "I'll get you a drink."

When her gaze left him and she walked into the other room, Damien finally dared to look. Long legs, wide hips, a beautiful waist and smooth, soft arms clothed by that mantle... Damien thought he must be dreaming to be in the presence of such divinity. Her hair dark brown and shiny, Amanda was a vision. A barefoot vision.

He had jokingly suggested she could step on him while playing Baldur's Gate together. Of course he was joking unless she would like the idea. And just as he started his "just kidding"-spiel, she said "Okay!" And they had briefly kissed. No grand declaration of love, just a sweet exchange.

Amanda reappeared and Damien was starstruck all over again. He kept blinking but her radiance was just too much.

"Hey."

Amanda had put down the two vodka martini's on a cabinet and cupped Damien's face, forcing him to look at her. They were nose to nose.

"I want you to enjoy this," she said smiling.

"If it's too much please tell me, then we will stop okay? You can stop and leave here any time you want."

"Thank you Amanda, that is so considerate of you," Damien replied. "But I don't want to be anywhere else right now than with you."

Amanda's cutesy smile made way for a more seductive expression.

"Well then, cheers my darling."

They emptied their glasses a bit fast and walked into the living room. Amanda had moved the table to the side and a comfortable looking rug lay there.

"You can lay down now."

Damien complied and lay down with his back to the ceiling. Oh God, her feet were about to touch him. She had such delicate feet for a woman her height, and he wanted her to stand on him so badly. He almost cried he was so lucky.

"Is this okay?"

"It's perfect, thank you. Thank you so much."

Amanda stood on Damien's back with her full weight, and walked around on him a bit.

"Oh, Amanda I'm so happy I feel so fulfilled. I want to be nothing but to be the ground under your beautiful feet, my princess, my queen."

"I could get used to that," Amanda flirted. "I'm not hurting you?"

"No, it feels great, relaxing, as if I am one with the universe. And you are the constellation keeping everything in its right place."

Amanda laughed, not at Damien but with him. She had gotten used to his nerdy traits and had accepted all his eccentricities thus far. What a woman!

After thirty minutes or so, Amanda stepped onto the rug again. She went to sit next to him cross-legged. Damien did not get up for another five.

He let out a deep sigh as he sat up.

"Whats the matter my love?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just that... I'd like to be under you at all times. But I rationally get why that's impossible. But emotionally I'm craving it, you know."

"Yeah, I get it," Amanda said and kissed him chastely on his lips. "This is nice."

"It is, let's sit here for a while."

Damien took one of Amanda's feet in his lap and massaged it.

"I love your feet so much."

He kissed her foot and inhaled as he did it, a luscious flowery scent dizzying him close to Nirvana.

"I'm sure they like you too," Amanda joked lovingly.

[tighnara]

hello!! i saw that you were down for requests and instantly had the idea of reader being someone who likes to sing to themselves? Like they'll be doing something and without knowing it be singing a song. I do it all the time, especially when I'm focusing! The only character I have in mind is Kaeya so you can add whatever characters you want 🌸🌸🌸

Hey there! Ah YESS that's such an adorable trait, I love it! 🤍 Let's do this hehe I'm also gonna add Childe and Zhongli! (as always haha) 🌼 @milkyway-personas

..and now I hear a symphony

... how they react to you singing to yourself

✧ genshin men x gn!reader

✧ featuring: kaeya, childe, zhongli

✧ warnings: none ♡

Kaeya

✧ Despite being by your side for quite some time now, he never noticed this habit of yours until recently. Maybe that was because he never really got the chance to catch you off guard just like he did right now.

✧ He is on his way to work when he notices that he left some important documents at home, which is why he turns around and quickly makes his way to your shared apartment again, slightly annoyed because he is definitely gonna be late for work. He doesn't waste any more time, immediately grabbing the papers that he left on the kitchen table before, already making his way out the door again when he suddenly hears a low humming coming from your bedroom. He frowns and decides to check up on you, making his way to the source of the humming as quiet as possible.

✧ Suddenly his work isn't so important anymore and he ignores that he should really get going. I mean, how could he? Instead he lingers at the door, silently listening to the sound of your voice, low humming slowly getting louder as your singing echoes through the apartment. He can't help but smile, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows as he gets lost in the sweet sound of the voice that he loves so dearly.

✧ You would think that he is going to make some kind of cocky remarks and interrupt you at some point, but NO, not this time. He is not even bothered by the fact that you don't notice his presence. In fact he is actually glad that you don't notice him because he doesn't want this moment to end.

✧ He never told you about this, too afraid of ruining it for you and making you feel embarrassed. Also because, ever after this day, he makes sure to pay attention to you whenever he notices you focusing on something, hoping to hear your sweet voice again. You don't even have to be good at singing because every little sound, no matter how bad it might be, makes his heart flutter in excitement. And once he starts pays attention to it, he catches you singing quite often, asking himself how he could have missed that before.

✧ You never understood why he suddenly started calling you his "little songbird" but you don't really mind it, thinking it is a lot cuter than the nicknames he usually gives you, which are more often than not used for teasing you.

✧ "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the little show you put on for me, my little songbird."

➽───────────────❥

Childe

✧ It is no secret that he adores literally everything about you, from the way your cheeks turn red whenever he teases you to the warmth of your soft hands whenever he needs to feel you close to him. So it is really no surprise that he finds this especially cute.

✧ "What was that?" he asks when he hears you singing for the first time. He takes a look around him, searching for you. He was so focused on writing a letter to his family that he didn't really pay attention to you. At least until he saw you standing in the kitchen, cleaning the stove thoroughly while singing a song he recognized almost immediately. You must have picked it up the last time Teucer visited you two.

✧ Doesn't waste any time, dropping his pen and making his way to the kitchen to greet you with a big smile on his face. Not only did you sing in front of him for the first time, it also seems like you are learning more about his culture, which makes his heart race. Your pronunciation is far from perfect but that just makes him adore you even more, knowing that you try your best. He can't help but let his thoughts wander until he snaps out of his trance and pulls you into his arms, nutzling his face into your neck.

✧ "How can you do this to my weak heart, huh? Being all cute and giving me a heartattack."

➽───────────────❥

Zhongli

✧ Being the attentive person he is, he thought that he knew everything about you. Every of your cute little habits that make his heart flutter like the one of a young man in love, he paid attention to, trying to learn more and more about you.

✧ Though you eventually proved him wrong, catching him by surprise as you pass him, making your way to the living room, singing a calm melody while being completely lost in thought. You don't even notice the way he slowly closes the book he was reading until you entered the room, his curious gaze lingering on you as you keep singing to yourself.

✧ He wonders what made you do that. Are you focused? Happy? He doesn't know. Over the next couple of weeks he notices that you start singing quite often and it also seems to be the same song everytime. He has to admit that he found a liking to it. Your sweet melody reminds him of warm days in spring, your voice being the wind that envelops him with warmth whenever he hears you singing.

✧ It wasn't until he found himself humming your song at work that he noticed how invested he was in your little habit. Of course Hu Tao would mock him for it, making fun of him acting all love-struck. But he didn't mind that. He likes the thought of having a small part of you with him wherever he goes.

✧ "Will you sing that again for me? Don't stop, no. I find it very pleasant, my love."

[suna-reversed]

𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

toji fushiguro x reader

You could have anyone you want

Why would you want to be with me?

I’m nothing special

WC- 8k+ || MINORS DNI !!

my fic for the “great conjunction collab”

Warnings/tags- (unprotected sex, oral sex, slight voyeurism, choking, nipple play, mating press, size kink, slight breeding kink) (historical AU, non-canon timeline, greek mythology, hades-persephone retelling, mentions of misogyny/sexism, depression, religion, hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, major character injury, descriptions of blood, violence and death, manipulation)

𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙖 - 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙙

It would be an understatement to say that Toji, despite being one of them, had never felt like part of the clan and had hated the whole Zenin bloodline through all his years of suffering.

And the only thing he hated more than his own blood? It was the damned nobles who looked down upon him- mocking his lack of power under whispers and rumours. The spineless cowards didn’t even have the courage to spit those venomous words at his face.

He kept note of every single one of them- it was hard not to with how their laughs echoed in his mind each night as he dug his nails into his palms. So of course his attention was bound to drift towards the mother and daughter from a titled family that happened to take residence in the Zenin estate when they got news that their home down-south had been attacked. 

𝘼𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙚𝙖- 𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙮

Your home had not been attacked. It was all planned of course- your travel to the mountains up north that crossed the Zenin abode, your mother having fabricated the news so that she had an excuse to find an honourable match for you from one of the most powerful clans. Her sly spies had already done the dirty work, providing you with two suitable men- even if one of them was twice your own age and the other known for his aggressiveness. 

The white gown your mother had dolled you in and the orchids she had braided into your hair had every single eye focused on you as you made your way up to your chambers. You kept your head down, too nervous to meet the eye of anyone- hoping no older man took an interest in your facade of purity and innocence and decided to stake his claim on your body. Oh, how you wished you could get away from this life, get away from the wretched woman you had to call your mother, get away from all of it- the stupid clan- the stupid suitors- the stupi-

“Ah!” 

You yelped as your body crashed into what seemed to be a rock hard wall of muscles, the scent of night chilled mist and cedar taking over your senses. You blinked. 

Gulping, you moved back a step, ready to start sputtering apologies before your mother peeled your skin off for already having embarrassed yourself. Instead, your words stayed stuck in your throat as your gaze met with an intense pair of orbs- filled to the brim with the rage of achilles, but somehow also his sorrow. Your breath hitched in your throat, and in the back of your mind, you knew you should do something- move, apologise, scowl like a noble lady would if nothing else- but all you could do was stand there stunned, the man’s stance mirroring your own. 

You flinched as the pot-bellied butler who was leading you down the hallway came back, and you thought the dark haired man might kill him right there for interrupting the burning moment between you two. Instead, you were shocked as he let himself get pushed to the side, stuffing his hands into his pockets, head down as he made a beeline towards the exit.

You barely felt the crescent moons being engraved into your skin as your mother dragged you to your room by the arm, a clipped smile on her face. 

𝙊𝙧𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙀𝙪𝙧𝙮𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙚- 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

“Toji”

He continued walking, even as his eyes held a warning look. Gritting his teeth, he increased his pace.

“Toji-”

He shuddered. Say it again, he wanted to command, instead he turned the corner, hands curling into tight fists.  

He had been confused at first, almost appalled, at you- at your audacity to try and act like he wasn’t who he was- a piece of scum, the lowest of the lowly in the clan. But it seemed like this is how you had decided to spend the rest of your time whenever you weren’t being flagged by suitors or being paraded around your mother as the ideal of a chaste loyal wife. 

He had indulged you the first time you had struck up a conversation. Perhaps that was his initial mistake. His second being committed just now as he turned to you, the glee on your face making bile rise up to his throat. He had seen women like you before- well born “ladies” of the court in dire need of a good fuck, before they were packaged off like objects to a husband who’d only ever look at them as a vessel for carrying his children. Toji huffed in annoyance, eyes doing a quick scan of his surroundings before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into one of the storage rooms right around the corner. 

“Look-”

Toji cut himself off as he saw the baffled look on your face, your eyes starting to fill up with fear and panic. Somehow, he found himself speechless, the bitter words of telling you to go look for pleasure in a whorehouse now dissolving on the tip of his tongue.

He knew who you were being considered as a match for- having overheard the conversation during a clan meeting- it was supposed to be the sons of one of the higher ups and he could already picture the half wilted life you’d be living. And right then, something clicked in Toji’s mind- all those years of hatred and resentment flashing before his eyes as you hesitantly stepped back, tears welling up in your eyes, and right there, Toji knew what he wanted to do- what he had to. 

He took a deep breath and your heart hammered even harder in your chest. He had been different from the rest of them- you had known it from the first time. However, now you doubted your own wits, trying to recall the ways of combat you had seen the soldiers back home perform- even though you didn’t quite see how you’d succeed against the tall burly mass of flesh that towered above you. You jumped back as he strode right towards you- eyes clenched shut, hands raised in front of your face ready for the impact and pain. 

You were met with nothingness, barely feeling the light brush of his arm as he moved past you. 

Toji sighed at your almost childish antics, even though he agreed your actions would have been justifiable if it was any other man having pulled you into such a secluded place. He waited for you to calm down, lazily looking for the latch of the huge glass window situated on the other side of the room. He easily lifted it open, biceps flexing as he did so- placing his hands on the ledge before pulling himself to the other side.

He turned back towards your gawking figure, rolling his eyes, ready to put forward the offer that would decide if you were worth his time and effort or not. He extended his hand, trying to ignore the heat crawling up to the tip of his ears at the giddy relief-filled grin that spread across your face as he asked, 

“You ever visited the countryside princess?” 

--

You must be an angel in disguise, he finds himself thinking. It terrified him- the time he had spent staring at the column of your neck, watching your chest fall and rise with every breath- and the time he could have spent simply admiring every crook and nook of your body. 

You looked serene in the golden hour of the afternoon, lying on the grass with your eyes shut, sunlight cascading down your figure making it seem as if you carried your own halo. Toji was afraid you’d sprout wings any second now, disappearing away to someplace heavenly- someplace better than the hell you were about to be condemned to- someplace that didn’t have monsters like him. But at last, you were only a human- soon to be one of the Zenins if nothing else. 

The time you had sneaked out to the lake in the countryside with him had not been the last of your rendezvous. You had been quite different from what Toji had expected. You hadn’t made any advances towards him but you weren’t the pure little thing everyone believed you to be either.

You were smart to say the least- a trait that families often suppressed in women of your status, trying to force them into nothing but submissive concubines for their future husband. You were oddly aware of it- had mentioned your doomed fate quite a few times now, and he was struck by how you always laughed, as if your own self being stripped away was a joke. You seemed to do that quite a bit, and he understood it in some twisted way of his own plight. 

Even as his mind kept reminding him that you had still grown up being pampered, being spoiled, having others do your work for you- others like him. But conversation had flowed so naturally with you, he found himself showing you more and more of his places of solitude he had found all over the village through his years of misery.  

You were also naive in many ways, but still blunt in twice as many. Toji had rolled his eyes as he had asked you what you did with your free time back home- the answer was expected- it always had to be something related to the arts and education, trying to pump the ladies full of culture so that they have something to talk about at the dozen balls and galas they’d be attending every month. However, he had almost choked on the pear he chewed as you had started listing names of erotica after erotica- the titles being lewd enough to let him know just how filthy the content inside would be. 

You had burst into laughter at the look on his face, crumbs of fruit left on the side of his mouth making him look even more bizarre. You had reached up your fingers almost instinctively, eyes widening as you realised you had brushed them over the scar he never seemed to talk about. His hand was wrapped around your wrist in less than a second, halting it in place. 

He had stared right back at you, breaths heavy, eyes calculating as he loosened the grip around your skin, but not before he lifted your fingers to press against the mark once more. You swore you could have heard the drumming of your heart, and perhaps he did too.

As you brushed away the remaining bit of the sweet fruit, you couldn’t help but notice the flush that had formed on his cheeks, even as he scowled. 

𝙀𝙧𝙤𝙨- 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

You’re bent over the table in the storage room that has somehow become your portal of escape from the person you have to pretend to be. It’s not the first time Toji has whispered his filthy administrations into your ear, but he’s never done it quite so close to where anyone could walk in and catch you red handed. 

Perhaps it was the fact that his face had turned a sick shade of green at the sight of your suitor tucking your hair behind your ear, your lips twitching upwards at something he said- the same way they had twitched up the night before when he had risen from in between your legs, the taste of yourself flooding your mouth as he had pressed his lips to yours. 

This is exactly what you were here for, and despite it, Toji knew who’s name you screamed at the end of every day. So then why did another hand on you ignite a bestial flame inside his chest? Why did he feel the need to pull you away in the dead of the night amongst the crowd of tipsy people, ridding you of the fabric of your dress in one swift movement as he had pressed you against the nearest surface. 

You didn't panic for even a moment, you knew it was his hand just from the touch of it, his hot breath against the shell of your ear, and his throbbing member pressed against the curve of your behind as a thumb rubbed circles into your hip bone. 

You throw your head back against his muscular chest, craning your neck upwards till you meet his eyes- they soften for the briefest of moments, but the way his tip brushes against your underwear-clad core seems to fill them with raw electricity once more. And you think he’s going to fuck you right there- make you cry out his name for letting another man so close to you. Instead, you gasp as his rough hands grab the flesh of your thighs, kneading the muscle as he spins you around, a smirk being flashed your way as he gets on his knees. 

He looks ethereal in that moment. And your breath hitches in your throat as you realise you’ve made a fallen angel bow before you- have tricked him into thinking you can cleanse him of his deeds when the only sinner in this room was you. The way his lips press against the inside of your thighs, nose rubbing against your freshly flowing juices- it’s tantalising, even worse when he takes both your hands in his as they try to find solace in his locks, pinning them to your sides onto the table instead. 

He rests his chin right below the apex of your mound, eyes wandering to your face as he sighs, the lazy but smug curve of his lips accentuating the scar you had grown to cherish as much as your own heartbeat.

Your chest is heaving, the sound of your heavy breathing hanging in the silence of the room as you look down at him. If this was to be his ruination- his fall from grace- Toji would die a happy man. The scent of you is lingering right below his nose, his mouth watering alone at the thought, but he cannot seem to pull away his eyes from your beguiling face, bathed in the moonlight. The words seem to escape him before he can think twice of them.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

You’ve barely let his words settle in before he presses his thumb right against your wet heat, rubbing small circles onto your sensitive bud. You don’t have a chance to respond as he proceeds to dive into your drenched cunt- his tongue giving kitten-licks to your clit, lapping up any wetness that dares to drip down. You cry out loud as two of his fingers join his mouth’s onslaught, slapping a hand against your own mouth remembering where you were. 

The sounds filling the room as he suctions your clit in between his lips are filthy- arms wrapping around and under your thighs, pulling your arousal even closer to his starving mouth, the new angle of your leg being thrown over his shoulder letting his fingers rub against the spongy spot inside your walls that makes the coil in your stomach snap. You’re grinding against his face and he’s letting you, nose pressing onto your clit as he licks up the remnants of your juices, fingers continuing to fuck you through your climax as they quiver and shake around his head. 

You’re still coming down from your high, body hanging limp at an awkward angle against the hard wooden surface. His strong burly arms are easily lifting you up, carrying you towards the other side of the room- right towards the glass window. Your eyes widen as you realise the malicious idea that has popped up into your lover’s head, but you’re barely able to put in two words of protest before your feet are hitting the ground, the cold surface making you gasp as your tits are pushed against it. You’re crying out loud as he rubs his thick length against your soppy folds. 

“Toji- someone could see us- we shouldn’t- ah!”

You’re cut off as he lines himself up at your entrance, a pleasurable burn down in your core as his girth stretches your walls. It always hurts. No matter how many times he’s made you cum on his fingers and tongue or prepped you up with an ointment- his size is something no one would ever get accustomed to. He knows it too, but tonight he seems to care less about taking it slow and letting you adjust. You honestly cannot care less too, not when you're gushing around him as such when he’s barely even halfway inside. 

“Too big Toji- too much.” You’re mewling, hands trying to grip onto something.

“You can take it- fuck just let me-”

He’s hastily moving his fingers across your stomach to rub your pulsing bud, groaning lewdly at the way your cunt flutters around him, letting him move deeper inside of you.

The growl that leaves him as his tip hits your cervix is grossly animalistic, making you moan loudly. His other hand is coming up to grip your jaw, cheek pressed against the glass as he lifts up one of your legs, the angle letting him thrust in and out of your poor drenched hole even deeper. His thrusts turn sloppy, eyes clenched shut above you as the sounds of his balls slapping against your flesh with each thrust fill the room.

You’re both groaning in unison, his strokes getting faster as he feels your walls clamping down on him. You’re choking on a breath as his hand moves to wrap around your throat, the sensation making you moan even louder.

“Call me selfish-”  

A sharp smack is delivered against the flesh of your ass causing you to arch your back, the action making your tits press up against the window even more,

 “... but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.”

His lips have been suctioned to your neck, your delightful noises being muffled as he’s turning your head to the side till his tongue slips into your mouth. He tightens his grip around your neck and you’re seeing stars, along with the pace of his fingers on your clit and his rapid thrusts making the well in the bottom of your stomach come apart, tears of pleasure slipping your eyes, the feeling of his seed painting your walls making you clench against him amidst your own orgasm.

You barely feel the arms cradling your body, carrying you to set you down on the table. You furrow your brows as Toji strips himself of his shirt, and your eyes widen at the thought of him ravishing you once more so soon. Instead, you shudder as he swipes it against your sex, cleaning up his mess. 

The way you beam at him, even in your exhausted state, is honestly worth the ruined shirt- he finds himself thinking as he moves to pick up your dress from the ground. He clicks his tongue as he realises just how much of shreds he had ripped it into in his feral daze. He’s lifting his head to meet your eyes, wondering how he’ll tell you that you have to find a way to get back to your chambers in this state- 

“Oh-”

Your saccharine voice is pulling Toji out of his thoughts, surprise forming across his face as you burst into laughter at the sight of what he’s sure has cost twice as much as all the clothes he’d ever owned combined. 

“How well do you think I’d fare going out in one of the potato sacks?” 

How could he have not smiled right back at you. 

𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙨- 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙚

Toji had never wanted to rip his own heart out so badly before, inject his blood with ambrosia so that he could be worthy enough for the goddess that was ready to abandon her sanctity- her piece of heaven- for him. He had always known how it would end- in an empty heath of a fire gone out long ago, the only thing keeping it burning now regret and sorrow.

 Love could not have sustained you when there was barely enough space to breathe, when there was barely enough food for your kids to live off of. Once the love faded, all that’d remain would be your wish to go back to the past, getting drunk on forgetfulness so that you can survive within the stone cold walls of a house- not a home.

Once again, Toji knew what he had to do- knew he willingly stepped into this hoping to ruin what was supposed to be the prize of his own blood- in order to humiliate them and fulfill his revenge.

He also knew he was the ruined one now as thoughts of you plagued his mind day and night- how his tactful game of cat and mouse had turned into sweet kisses and hushed giggles, and how all he wanted was to find a pit stop in time where his blood did not matter, where the sins of his past did not matter. But despite it all, he knew he couldn’t have dragged you into his own hell, even if you begged him to take you.

He sighs. 

You had recited the exact conversation you had with your mother- laid yourself bare before him as you poured out your heart- letting him know that it’d be worth tasting the 7 seeds of evil even if it meant living in hell for half your life. 

He had thrown his head back and laughed. 

“You really thought our little getaways meant anything more than a fling to me? More than just a decent fuck?”

You stood still, mouth agape at the words that had slipped past his lips, a hand fisting the fabric of his shirt right above his heart, desperately searching for the pulse of the man you’d grown to adore over the past few weeks. 

He had looked down at you, the scar you had so tenderly ran your fingers over twitching upwards- in amusement- in laughter, face contorting into one of resentment- of revulsion before he had suddenly stilled. 

“Did you forget your place princess? Pretty little head got too lost in a fool’s paradise- did you forget you are one of them- always have been one of them.”

He had spat the last words at you and you wanted to shake your head, wanted to tell him he was utterly wrong, but all you could do was clutch on even tighter to him.

He had put his hand over yours and you had almost begged for him to tell you that this was a sick joke- almost pleaded for him to intertwine his calloused warm hands with yours as he always did- as he had when he made you scream his name, instead you had found yourself gasping at the icy touch as he flicked away your wrist, brows furrowing in repulsion at the contact- at you.

The tears that had slipped through your eyes had only worked to make him throw his head back like a giddy child once more. He had looked up at the sky as if he was mocking the gods in Olympus - look at how I’ve so beautifully wrecked what you created,

while you had stood there looking up at him as if he was your religion, mouthing,

this is not a joke, love me, love me.

𝙊ï𝙯ú𝙨- 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛

You felt raw. But you did not fight the black hole opening up in your chest. You let it settle into your bones, nurtured the hollowness- ignited it until you felt it turn into flames instead.

You couldn’t have let the ice creep into your heart- it would mean giving up the tears, giving up the feeling of wanting to be swallowed whole by the ground beneath, and that would mean you no longer felt- no longer harboured the only thing that made you feel alive in the cage of bones and flesh your troubled mind resided in. 

There was a heavy pain in between the arch of your shoulder blades- like your wings had been clipped and your halo ripped away.

You ignored the scowl that rose to her face, the way she flinched as you leaned over to rest your head in her lap. You couldn’t tell if the wetness on your cheeks was yours or hers- mourning the daughter she was going to lose. You felt your mother’s burning gaze through the back of your head all throughout the journey back home- could already feel the wrath of your father and the nasty bruises that were to come as her hand came down to rest on your head. 

You instead found yourself being locked away immediately- not a single word from anyone. The only time your door opened was for a maid to serve you your half portioned meals. Not like you had an appetite or a will to do anything else. 

Days passed by, perhaps weeks or months, and you counted the scattered marks on the wall beside your bed like you had done once with the freckles across his back, and you waited-  for what? You weren’t quite sure yourself. You waited and waited until the day your door opened, but it wasn’t the regular pitter patter of steps of the maid who served the food.

Instead, your eyes met the raging ones of the head of your clan, and for the first time in days, an icy shiver creeped up your spine.

----

The torment you’re put through is much worse than expected. You were well aware you were to be disgraced, to be stripped of your title, but somehow the gaze of your own friends and family avoiding your beaten bloody form and ignoring your whimpers and cries of agony was what had stung the most. 

The world seemed to be upside down, fading in and out of hues of colour and greys and blinding lights. You could barely feel the blood dripping down the back of your head and into your shirt as your gaze managed to remain focused on the window outside of the rattling carriage you lay in, panic rising in your chest as you recognised the familiar scenery. 

You fought your hardest to stay awake, but you lost to the increasingly heavy pressure against your head, hoping your blood would run dry before you had to face the hell you were being thrown into. As your head lolled to the side, you wondered if satiating the hunger within you was worth the price you were paying- if this was what happened to every soul that had brought the god of the dead to his knees, wondered if you were the first to do so- wondered if you’d be the last. 

𝙃𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨- 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

Toji had left the clan- made a living of his own by doing what he did best, by doing what he was made to- destroying and causing wreckage till there was no piece of his soul left to be salvaged. 

He had avoided news about you like the plague, and had still ended up finding out that you were locked away back at your home from the gossiping servants. He had chuckled bitterly, what had he been expecting? He was right after all, you'd never have to face any consequences in life, and soon this whole scandal would be swept under the rug and you would be well on your way to marrying another wealthy brat, having filthy little kids with him who’d have the same luxuries in life and-

Toji found his heart dropping, the axe along with the freshly chopped wood he carried thumping down against the forest floor as he reached the entrance of the wooden cabin he had taken residence in. He saw the pool of blood first- the familiar mop of hair later.

No-

He must be hallucinating- 

But he still found himself moving out of his own accord, gathering the crumpled figure into his arms, feeling a thick fluid drip down his skin- stain through his shirt as he tried to pick you up. A chill ran down his spine as he realised what those savages had done for your body to resist even in an unconscious state- 

And that’s when his eyes slid to the nails in the ground, the sharp metal going right through the flesh of your fingertips, a note pinned to your abdomen in between your shredded dirtied clothes-

“We don’t want the gross wreckage of your perverse ruination. Keep the whore since you wanted her so much.” 

A sea of rage rose in the back of Toji’s mind but it stilled, the vicerating waves crashing against the shore that was the barely noticeable action of your chest heaving. He held back what was a choked sob, mind barely sane as he took out the nails as gently as possible- a man so familiar with death yet utterly horrified by it as he counted your laboured breaths, thanked every deity out in the universe for every huff of air that he could feel against his chest as he carried you inside. 

—

How do you kill a god? 

You had asked him once. He had raised his brow, ruffling your hair before pushing you down onto the bed once more, intent on at least letting you know how you got to heaven. 

How do you kill a god?

It now echoed in his mind as he watched your broken body lay on his bed, having done everything he could have to fix you up even though he feared there would be wounds more than just the physical ones when you gained consciousness- if you gained consciousness.

How do you kill a god? 

Pit him against another god. Let him stare at his own reflection and see all his glorious flaws until he’s falling to his knees, begging for the taste of ichor to be washed out from his mouth, begging to be stripped of his damned divinity- because the curse of immortality is a heavier burden to carry than the curse of mundane suffering- because it’s easier to drown in a sea full of blood than live with it staining your hands.

𝘼𝙥𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙚- 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣.

“How do you kill a god?” You had asked him once.

Afterwards, you had lain awake late into the night as he had given you a taste of his own holiness, bare in his arms as he had muttered the words into your hair, barely a whisper as they escaped past his bleeding lips, 

How do you become a god?

The burning light attacked your eyes and you flinched loud enough for your own ears to ring, and then flinched even harder as the hot searing pain spread through your body, especially across the tips of your bandage covered fingers. You tried to use your voice but your throat was like a desert and your own harsh whisper scraped against your sensitive ears.

All you could do was stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling, lying numb, waiting for your saviour- or perhaps your torturer to come.

All had gone still once the door opened, your gaze falling onto the familiar hands that carried a bowl of water and about a dozen different small bottles in a basket. You stared through him, through his wide blown eyes and through the sigh of relief that left his mouth as he rushed towards you. 

How do you become a god?

There was much more you had wanted to tell your mother. You had told her you were sick of pretending, sick of being the goddess of spring when everything you touched died in your hands- how every beam of light you emitted was a stolen one from another soul. Perhaps, you had always craved pomegranates and death - had always willingly walked into the darkness with a smile and open arms.

How do you become a god?

You let him plead and writhe to have a taste of your lips - make him believe it is his only salvation. And right when his lips meet yours, you dig your teeth in deep and not let go, even as his fingers grip the column of your throat and his growls rumble inside your mouth. You let the trail of crimson coat your tongue and feel his tears burn your flesh- you make him taste your blood and take his throne. 

—

He says your name like it’s a prayer and you want to rip out his heart.

Instead, you turn your head towards the wall opposite to where he stands, clenching your eyes shut, hoping the next time you wake up it won’t be here. 

Still, you can hear his voice. Every single day of every waking moment- even as you sleep- even as you wake up in cold sweat haunted by the bittersweet melody of his laughter the day he crushed your heart in two, or the time your own blood nailed you down into the earth. 

But most of all, you hate it when you can hear the gruffness of his voice, still heavy from sleep as you let him cradle your head, shushing you- letting you know it was just a nightmare- but it was a nightmare you had lived through- a nightmare he had put you through. 

Not that he didn’t acknowledge it equally as much. It was odd- almost laughable the way he was so desperate to bring even just a flicker of the light back inside your eyes, breaking free from his stoic and tight lipped demeanour to whisper grossly sweet nothings into your hair.

He had explained his regrets the first few days that you had refused to even look at him, simply staring at the wall as he stripped you of your clothes to redo your bandages, not even the barest of reaction visible across your face. He had caused this. 

The first words you had muttered to him weren’t of hatred or anger or sadness- they were said into the heavy air, late into the hours before dusk at a point in time where your bones still couldn't support the burden of your body, 

“I need to pee.” 

You had said it through gritted teeth, had scowled throughout the process of him picking you up and carrying you into the bathroom, giving you privacy to do your business. 

The second time you had spoken to him was right after and it had somehow dented itself much deeper than he had expected it to, even as it was all he had been preparing himself for in the past few days, 

“I hate you.”

You had said it with no anger, no poison in your words- had simply stated it like it was a mere fact. 

“I know.”

—

It was weeks later and you seemed to have fallen into a strange routine.

He’d go out to do his filthy work, come back bathed in blood and dirt, even as he washed himself off outside thinking he was sly with it. You’d pretend not to notice as you’d cook for yourself, sometimes leaving bits behind as leftovers even if you had purposely spilled the extra bit of rice- had regretted it as soon as you had realised you had done it because he hadn’t had dinner in three days.

Perhaps it was the irony of the situation, and maybe even the cold winter air creeping into your bones that let him move from simply holding you when you woke from your nightmares- to him warming your bed at night even when you dreamed of nothing but the scar beside his lip. 

Still, you let him know you despised him every night that he pulled your body against his chest and every morning that he rubbed his warm hands up and down your arms. Even as you felt yourself leaning into his touch, felt your heart softening at how he’d mutter apologies into your hair while he thought you were asleep, how he’d pay attention to the foods you took more of and made sure to get twice the amount next time, how he’d shred his own shirts to provide you with cloth for when you got your monthly cycles. Yet, you couldn’t find any other words to say to him. 

𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚- 𝙌𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙐𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙂𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

You had woken up alone as you did on most mornings, grateful that you wouldn’t have to face the shame that came with having your limbs tangled with him. The day was like any other yet different, perhaps it was the monotonous dread of living a life such as this- of having to live at all after being stripped of everything you had called yours.

You had somehow ended up taking steps outside of the wooden door, outside of the small garden the burly man used to grow his own vegetables, and even farther outside the vines and shrubs that kept the cabin hidden from any unwanted visitors.

You had walked and walked till your feet carried you to the edge of the world, a never ending fall down below from where you stared at, the sound of water flowing signalling the presence of a river running deep under the steep cliff.

You had stopped walking, the silence of the forest being the only noise to have outdone the heavy emptiness in your heart in months. And you simply continued to stand there, bare feet digging into the dirt and grass and stone, barely realising when the light faded away and darkness took over. Hadn’t it always been like this? 

It had taken no more than two rounds of the house and the trail of footsteps in the garden out back for Toji to realise you had left. His heart had dropped into his chest as he had followed the dents of your feet in the ground, careful not to step on them as his mind bitterly reminded him that it may be the last of what’s left of you by now.

He knew where the trail you had walked along led- had himself sat on the edge of it once, legs dangling off as he his mind had replayed the memory of your glossy eyes and crestfallen face when he had hit you with those fatal words months ago. Toji’s breath hitches in his throat, hands shaking as he pulls away the last branch blocking the view of the edge of the cliff. 

His feet are moving faster than his mind can think as he all but falls onto his knees, clutching your abdomen as if you’d disappear forever if he let you go now. You turn around in his arms, a look of confusion on your face, your eyes still as hollow as a void but all he cares about right now is the steady thumping he can feel with his chest pressed to yours. He’s clenching his eyes shut, taking a deep breath before he’s sliding his hand into yours. You don’t protest- letting him lead you back into the warm safety of his house and he’s too relieved to consider whether your lack of resistance is a good thing or not. 

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed and you can hear him ruffling through something in the bathroom, door ajar, eyes glancing towards you every two seconds as if he’s expecting you to bolt out the door any second now. For once, you don’t want to stare at the wall as he walks towards you, getting down on his knees- making a blow of nostalgia hit you right in the gut. But your eyes remain fixed at the top of his head, at the dark locks that had grown out much more since the last time you had let yourself gaze at him. 

You only realise what he’s been doing as you notice the bowl of water kept on the floor, hands gently lifting up your dirty feet, cleaning them of the mud and the blood from small scrapes. He’s lifting up your legs onto the bed once he’s done, adjusting your pillow as a gesture for you to lay down. He’s blowing out the lamps and soon enough you feel the mattress dip, his arms engulfing you tighter than ever before. You can feel the slight tremble in them and you feel guilty for the small pinch in your chest. You wait for his breathing to steady, head to fall limp into the crook of your neck before you roll over towards him in the dark, eyes set on the small crinkle between his forehead and brow. 

The warm hand that cups Toji’s cheek has him convinced that he may have lost his mind. Opening his eyes, he knows for sure that you have. Especially as you slide your other hand into his, pulling it till it’s placed onto the crest between your collarbone and chest, adjusting it a little more towards the left. Toji’s staring intently at you, wondering if this is your way of telling him that you’re still alive- that even though you’ve been cursed and damned to living in this hell, your heart still beats- it still fights. 

Toji bares his own emotions through a gesture- pulling the small hand that holds his to the apex between his upper ribs- pressing it till your fingers feel like they might just pass through his flesh. He hopes you know that if he could, he’d snap each one of his ribs open so that you can reach inside and press the palm of your hand against his beating heart, rip it right out of his body and spit inside the hollow space of his ribs with contempt- even then he’d survive on your hatred alone if it means surviving with you for the rest of his life. 

“I don’t hate you.”

The words are whispered in the dead of the night with no emotion, no trace of forgiveness or affection- simply stated as if they are common knowledge.

The soft lips coming down on his own have his mind spinning. He realises what it is you wish for- to be able to live once again as a human, to feel once again as a mortal- he can almost almost hear you saying the words into his mouth as your fist bunches up the fabric of his shirt. 

“I’m tired of being a god.” 

He can feel his own sentiment being passed right through as his hands slide under the cloth of his shirt that you wore, exploring the expanse of your reverenced skin, mouthing his response against your cupid’s bow.

“I’ll worship you even after you fall from grace.” 

And he does, pulling himself up on arms above you, dipping his fingers into your soaking sex, making quick work of ridding you and himself of your clothes. He’s tucking your legs against your chest, feet dangling over his broad shoulders as he comes forward to meet your lips. He’s pulling away and you’re mewling at the loss of contact- the loss of his taste. 

“Do you want this? Do you want-” He takes a deep breath, forehead coming forward to press against yours till your noses brush against each other, “...me?”

Your response comes in the form of sliding your hands to the back of his head, pulling him forward till his lips crash against yours once more- bucking your hips up till the tip of his massive girth is brushing against your heat. He doesn’t miss the moan that escapes you, eagerly kissing you back, moving to litter a plethora of kisses against your jaw- your neck- your collarbone. When he comes back up to your face, he’s well aware of the effect he’s had on you- the want in your eyes as you lift your hips against his once more, a small plea leaving your mouth. 

The need that comes over him is animalistic as he moves a hand down to position himself before sliding into your soppy hole, he swears he can see stars with how hungrily you swallow him in. You’re gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he strokes your insides so languidly. Your faces are close enough for you to feel his breath on your mouth, to feel the fall of the hot droplets on your cheeks, your own tears of grief- of freedom- of a love gone to waste so long ago combining as he continues to thrust in and out of you deeply. 

He’s dipping his head and the tears are being kissed away as his hand moves down to play with your over sensitive bud. You can't stop peppering kisses against his lips, moaning his name in his ear as he hits a particular spot inside you. He can feel you getting closer with how your breaths get deeper, fingers moving faster, strokes getting sloppier. 

You feel the tight coil in your stomach start to unravel, and all it takes is for him to lower his head and suction his lips around one of your nipples for you to come apart underneath him. He’s reaching his own arousal soon after, pulling out to spray his seed onto your stomach. He all but collapses on top of you, rolling over to his side once he catches his breath, another hitching in his throat as he finds you crawling onto his lap, legs straddling his waist as you bury your face into his naked chest. 

This is what being a god feels like. The taste of wine coating your tongue and the way his lips meld with yours- swallow you whole and then spit you out. You reach for him again in the dark, his chest panting against yours as the moonlight cascading from the window hits his face. You rest your chin against the centre of his chest, looking up at him with droopy eyes, his own stare right back at you- filled with tenderness and affection. 

“No one will ever hurt you again, I promise.” 

His voice is gruff and heavy, but carries a sincerity warm enough to send tingles down your back. You can’t quite place the look on his face, it's determined- pointed. You can feel the unravelling of the violence beneath his skin as his hand comes to cradle your jaw, and you wonder just what kind of monsters the god of the underworld plans to unleash.

His hand moves to caress the back of your head, adoration-filled eyes raking over your still panting figure. He presses his lips to your temple and says your name like a prayer. It all floods in- the pain- the love- the sorrow- the joy- you’re sobbing and he’s holding you like he has time and again. Only this time, he finds himself awestruck by the spark of ember that comes alive in your eyes, even if just for a second, he knows you’re going to be fine. 

-

The god of the dead had bowed before you, offered you his crown, his throne- would have ripped off the flesh from his own back and handed it to you without any hesitation if only you asked. 

You were the goddess of spring and everyone had loved your life and light, but who except him had acknowledged the death and destruction that came along- had reached out their hands into the rotten parts of your flesh and kissed every bruise and scar?

This was Toji Fushiguro’s life now, coming back home to his precious darling each day- the only burst of spring in his everlasting winter, the only ray of light in his world swallowed by darkness.

Tonight, as you lay on him bare-bodied and covered in sweat from your previous feat, he finds you asking him about the season, about how far the harvest festival was. He’s confused at your sudden curiosity but answers you nonetheless, telling you it’s in a fortnight. He finds himself asking why. 

“Every single member of our blood attends the festival- they had waited for it while they kept me away.” 

It’s the first time you’re talking about the incident and he can feel you quiver in his arms. It makes his blood boil, and he finds himself protectively pulling you even closer into him. 

“...they had wanted each and every single one of them to get a chance to cut through my skin.” 

That’s all you say before falling asleep, the tears on Toji’s chest making a storm of anger rage inside his mind. 

--

It’s a fortnight later and Toji watches the red and orange hues of the flames making your face glow brighter than the sun. 

You’re standing there hand-in-hand with him, looking over the half wrecked ruins of the village, the screams of the people you had grown up with- who had taken no less than a second to turn their backs on you- who had left you to die- now echoing in your ears. Right on the edge of the hilltop you stand on, you see a small figure running towards the slope, clothes burnt, high pitched sobs filling the air as it succumbs to the heat that had spread through it’s bones.  

She must’ve been eight or nine years old judging from her size and half burnt frills of the frock she wore. You know she’s at peace, much like the many others who would’ve faced nothing but agonising hardships being raised in the hands of your cruel persecutors- all of whom lay as nothing but bones and ash and dust now. 

Toji’s worried that he’ll find the same emptiness he’s spent months breaking through as he glances over at your face. Instead, there’s a fire being reflected in your eyes, a sadistically deliciously smile stretched across your supple cheeks. He finds his own lips curving as he grips your jaw to turn your head and press his lips to yours, the screams and shouts of your monsters merely anything but white noise as your fingers come to tangle in his hair. 

After all, Hades may have been the god of the dead, but it was Persephone’s wrath which brought upon the destruction.

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[satinsumu]

first. || suna r.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, slight slight angst but mostly fluff, language, unprotected sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, praise, creampie, soft suna is romantic, shy baby’s first time ❤️ 

summary: it’s hard not to get self-conscious being intimate with suna for the first time, especially when he’s far more experienced than you are—but your boyfriend is sure to remind you that there’s nothing to be afraid of.

a/n: what did i say about loving the first time trope lol. also didn’t proofread bc that’s how we do it here (edit: this was so much longer than i’d intended and i ended up getting so much more attached than i’d intended lmfao i want a suna in my life Right Now)

a tingle travels throughout your body as your bare back touches the soft sheets of suna’s bed, your boyfriend’s hands gently moving from your shoulders down to your knees.

he lifts one of your legs up, slender fingers rubbing small circles against your skin, before bending down to press a small kiss to your inner thigh. his greyish, golden eyes—half-lidded and slowly growing darker with desire—flick up to meet yours with such tender intensity that it takes your breath away.

“are you okay?” he asks quietly at your silence, carefully setting your leg back down against the mattress as he leans over you, one hand planted beside your head. 

“yeah,” you reassure him. the reply comes out a bit weaker than you’d intended.

“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” suna murmurs, lowering himself to give you a small kiss, right at edge of your mouth. his lips are warm. gentle.

“i do, i’m just—” you quickly answer, but look away with slight embarrassment. “just a little nervous, that’s all... don’t know if i’ll be good.”

the second half of your sentence is just barely above a whisper, and suna’s expression softens.

“don’t worry about that,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to your forehead, before slowly moving further down your neck and chest. “just want you to be comfortable.”

you feel him stop just above your left breast, the ghost of his breath lingering on your flesh. a sudden, warm sensation washes over you as suna takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks, his hot, wet tongue swirling circles around the bud. you gasp at the feeling and squeeze your eyes shut while his other hand slides down your stomach, hovering just above the thin, silky fabric of your underwear.

suna releases your nipple from his mouth as he pushes himself back up, licking his lips while studying your expression.

“you’re so warm down here,” he says with a small smile. his finger draws a long, slow stripe along your folds, the pressure through your panties just enough to send another tingle traveling all over your body. “can i take these off?”

you nod and grant him permission, shyness burning in your cheeks at how exposed and vulnerable you feel, but also at how careful suna is being. he smooths his palm against your hip bone and drags the garment of clothing down your legs before it comes back up, teasingly squeezing the flesh of your inner thigh. 

“good girl,” suna hums, straightening himself to pull his own shirt over his head. the words make your heart pound violently in your chest.

without another word, he takes your other breast in his large hand, groping and kneading the flesh while his opposite hand begins to make work of your sex. he presses two fingers against your folds and slowly rubs circles against the skin as you feel your clit grow more and more sensitive to the pseudo-contact. 

you tilt your head back, dipping further into the sheets, while a shaky sigh escapes your lips. a small smile rests on suna’s face at the sight—you seem to be feeling good, and he intends on keeping it that way. 

his movements are growing faster now. you can feel your arousal growing wetter, and you know suna can feel it too, with the way his fingertips are coated with your slick. he takes this as a safe indication to finally slip a digit into you—god knows how fucking badly he wishes it were his cock instead—and the little squeak that rolls off your tongue is like music to his ears.

“so tight, baby,” he murmurs, elated at the sight of you clenching around him while trying to keep his composure. how did he get so lucky? “but you’re taking my fingers so well.”

there’s so much going on.

you can feel your boyfriend watching you, but you’re too distracted to think about how your face must look right now. especially when he’s still squeezing your tits, focusing on your pleasure as he continues pumping his finger in and out of your tiny hole. then he adds another, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, surprised that suna’s hands are moving with so much ease and also how good it feels. even more so when his thumb continues to rub at your clit in tandem with his other fingers.

soft, lewd squelching noises can be heard in the quiet of his room as both you and suna realize that this won’t be enough. you need more. your pussy is practically begging for it, even if your mouth isn’t.

“think you’re ready, sweetheart,” suna breathes, willing himself to pull his fingers out of your cunt.

you nod coyly in response, slightly irritated at yourself for feeling uneasy in front of your boyfriend; he’s being so good to you, so patient, but you’ve just never done anything so lewd befo—

your brain short-circuits as you watch suna look you dead in the eye before putting two glistening fingers, still covered in your juices, into his mouth. he slowly pulls out, soft pink lips wrapped around them, tongue lapping shamelessly at whatever he missed on his thumb.

he gives you an alluring smirk, and your hands instinctively fly up to cover your flustered face. your cheeks are burning with both desire and embarrassment, but suna grips your wrist and slowly pulls it away.

“look at me, baby,” he says, his body hovering closely above yours. “nothing to be embarrassed about.”

god, you look so fucking cute, he really doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“can i...?” suna trails off, the hardness in his pants growing more and more difficult to ignore by the second as it presses against your leg.

“p-please, rin,” you whisper. the way your innocent, nervous eyes are asking him to fuck you is honestly enough to make him jizz in his pants. 

without another word, suna pushes himself back up, unzipping his pants so that his erect member can finally spring free. he barely has to give it a few impatient strokes—a trait you rarely see in your boyfriend—before it’s fully hard. the sheer size of his cock causes you to gulp, the tiny beads of precum already leaking out from its tip.

suna takes it in his hand, smearing his own arousal over the head before bending over to rub its heaviness over your folds. your clit is already puffy and sensitive from his fingers earlier, and it feels like it’s twitching in pleasure from the contact. 

“o-oh,” you gasp, and suna smiles at the sound, his eyes glossing over your body like he simply can’t get enough. he slowly moves his cock downwards, using all his self-restraint to ignore the throbbing, aching desire in it to just fuck your brains out already.

lining it up with your entrance, he murmurs, “i’m gonna put it in.”

“okay,” you exhale, chest heaving in anticipation.

your hands travel up beside your head to grip the pillow as a means to brace yourself, and you finally feel suna slide into you with surprising ease. every inch of his cock drags along your walls in slow motion, and you’ve never been so physically close to him before. there’s a soft ache—barely noticeable—but it’s not painful... and yet, it’s not pleasurable either.

an unprecedented panic creeps its way into your head at the realization.

what if this doesn’t end up feeling good? what if he doesn’t end up feeling good? oh god, what if he doesn’t even finish? surely, you’d be the only girl he’ll have slept with that could fuck up this bad—who knows how many girls have come before you? (literally.) what if—

“what’s wrong?” suna’s gentle voice snaps you out of your thoughts, his tone tinged with a slight worry. 

“n-nothing,” you shake your head quickly. ugh, you feel like such... a loser. an idiot, really.

“talk to me, sweetheart,” suna murmurs, towering over you as he’s still balls deep inside your cunt. “does it hurt?”

he wants to pull out in case that’s the problem, but also doesn’t want to make any sudden moves, for fear of hurting you.

“no, i’m okay,” you insist in an attempt to reassure him. “i just, i don’t know, i’m being stupid.”

suna’s expression softens, but before he can say anything, you’re already babbling on again, and you can’t even stop.

“what if you don’t end up feeling good?” you quiver, the question more so directed at yourself than at your boyfriend. “what if you don’t even finish because of how much i suck? i-i don’t want to be the only person you’ve been with who’s bad at sex—”

your heart is racing now and the words are tumbling out of your mouth helplessly. you feel so bad for dumping this on him, and your frustration towards yourself brings small tears to the corners of your eyes—

“baby, listen to me,” suna says quietly but firmly, one hand cupping your cheek and turning your face towards him so that you’re no longer avoiding eye contact. his thumb gently brushes away the dampness at the edge of your lower lashline before he continues,

“first of all, there’s no such thing as being bad at sex—and you’re doing great,” he murmurs, planting a quick kiss to your lips. “you’re the only person i want to do this with, and as long as it’s with you, i’m happy.”

you sniffle a little bit, but your heart soars at his words, the tension in your chest slowly easing.

“second of all, don’t worry about me,” he says gently, his eyes filled with a tender adoration as he gazes at you. “it’s really sweet that you’re thinking of me, but i want you to feel good.”

a warmth blooms in your cheeks. 

“and besides, you’re fucking beautiful,” suna continues, leaning down again to press his lips against your bare shoulder. “i could cum just from the sight of you, but i’m trying to hold back because i want you to finish first.”

the bluntness of his words causes you to look away shyly, and suna smiles down at you. 

“so,” he begins again, before giving you a small suck on your jaw. “can you let me make you feel good?”

you nod slowly, and bring your arms up to wrap them around his neck.

“sorry,” you manage a small giggle at the feeling of his dick still inside you—you really have terrible timing, that much you’ll admit.

“it’s okay,” suna murmurs, turning his head to kiss your cheek. “i love you, you know that.”

he’s said those words before, but the way he’s uttering them into your ear right now, in the quiet intimacy that only you two share, makes your heart race and your head spin.

“just let me know if you want me to stop,” he says, before finally, gradually pulling himself out.

suna slides his cock back into you with ease, your juices still coating his member. he repeats the motion a few more times, each time just a little bit more fluidly and rapidly than the last, until you’ve fully adjusted to his size. the sensation is still foreign, but no longer uncomfortable.

he finally reaches a pace where he thrusts himself into you for the first time with a low grunt, the rough penetration catching you off guard. a small “mmf!” escapes your mouth as you bite your lip, embarrassed at hearing the sound of your own voice.

“don’t hold those precious noises back, sweetheart,” suna breathes seductively into your skin, his low voice causing you to clench harder around him. “wanna hear how good i make you feel. the louder the better.”

you nod at his encouragement as small beads of sweat form along your temple.

he gives you another sharp thrust, followed by another, and then another, until he’s steadily rocking into you as the bed creaks with every movement. this time, you can’t help the wanton moans of his name that fill the air, each one prompting him to continue.

“a-ah!” you cry at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, your cunt sucking him back in every time he pulls out of you. “r-rin! rin! rin!”

suna’s never been one to have a big head or a large ego, but the way you’re chanting his name like a mantra makes pride swell in his chest. you look so angelic, eyes fluttered shut with every time he fucks into you, nipples moving up and down with your breasts, hair splayed out against his bedsheets, sopping wet pussy clamping around his cock as your very first time. how could he not be in love with you?

“f-feeling good, baby?” he pants, trying to hold it together. 

“yes,” you gasp as a small dribble of drool leaks out of the corner of your mouth. but you don’t care. you want him. more of him, more, more, more. “want you so bad.”

suna thinks he’s going to lose his damn mind.

“you like that?” his voice borders on a growl, and his strong arms snake beneath you to pull you into a hug before one of them props his body up against the mattress so he can angle himself into you with even more intensity. lord help him, he wants to cum so fucking bad with how hot you look, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you into tomorrow.

“n-ngh!” you groan, tossing your head back at the way suna is driving himself in and out of you as his eyes flit down to your heaving chest. “i-i think ‘m c-close...”

that was all suna needed to hear as he laid you back down, flat against the bed as one hand travels urgently down to your heat. he takes two fingers and begins rubbing your folds again, one dipping past them to play with your clit, the stimulation causing you to see stars. suna presses an open mouthed kiss against your lips at the sight of them parting, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue across yours.

he picks up the speed of his thrusts again, his other hand now preoccupied with kneading your breasts and pinching your nipple as you cry out for him, and only him.

“r-rin!” your voice rings in his head, your gasps broken up into needy pants. 

“doin’ so good, angel,” he mutters against your lips, still mercilessly slamming his cock into you. “taking my cock so—ngh!—well, wanna keep this pussy all to myself.”

you don’t even have time to process the lewdness of his words before your back is arching, suna’s fingers rubbing your clit at an unbelievable pace as he simultaneously slides himself in and out of you, the slapping sounds amplified by your juices.

“cum for me sweetheart, you can do it,” suna urges, his eyes fixated on your face. “show me just how good i make you feel—”

a sudden wave of bliss floods over you as you feel the tension in your body release, your clit throbbing with pleasure at the sensation. suna’s eyes widen at the way your jaw grows slack, trying not to cum at the mere sight of your fucked out expression while he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“h-hah,” you gasp, still chasing your climax while suna continues thrusting into your cunt, his cock twitching with arousal. after a few seconds, he picks up his own pace, chasing his own high with your body.

“god, you feel so good around me,” he mutters, clenching his teeth at the way your walls continue to suck him in. 

“want you to cum inside, r-rin,” you whine into his ear, the syllables broken up by how hard he’s fucking you as your whole being practically bounces around his cock, his balls clapping with wet slapping sounds against your ass. “f-fill m-me up?”

you don’t need to say anything else as suna finally snaps, pushing himself so deep into you with an almost primal urge as cum shoots out of his cock. you can feel the warmth all the way in your belly as you look up at your boyfriend, sweaty and out of breath, panting into your neck before finally pulling himself out of you.

he catches your lips with his as he gives you a long, passionate kiss, before breaking away and giving you a quick peck on both cheeks, then your nose, then your forehead.

“you did so good, baby,” he murmurs, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that had found its way to stick to your face. an affectionate warmth brings a small smile to your lips as you nuzzle your cheek into suna’s palm, and he feels himself lose his breath at the sight of you.

“be good and stay here, okay?” he mumbles, reluctantly pulling himself off of you. he could stare at you forever. “i’ll go get a towel and clean you up. i love you.”