#I cherish all the nice things you wrote ^^

[mossmx]

I would like to take this moment (shitty glue has to dry - so a very looong moment) to thank ppl who leave nice messages about my art in the tags <3<3<3

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Love is a Many-Legged Thing

Yandere Squid Merman x Gender Neutral Reader CW: Noncon, tentacle noncon, light tentacle bondage, stalking, kidnapping, squid-based merman, big slimy prehensile merman dick, reader fucked senseless, merman fantasizes about receiving oral sex, general yandere behavior, delusional yandere, voyeurism, exhibitionism Word Count: 2k (Happy MerMay!!!! I really hope you all love the fic, would have been done weeks ago had the ac not died. But still 40min left of MerMay! I wrote this fast without a beta reader so please forgive any mistakes! The name Onyk is a reference to Onykia Ingens, a deap sea squid with an astoundingly long dick.)

Seaspark Aquarium was a very unique establishment. Not only did it contain the usual attractions that an aquarium housed, the tide pools, the sharks, a seemingly unending variety of colorful fish and corals and nudibranchs, but it also housed transient merfolk. The aquarium was situated on a flat outcrop of rocky land. Via submerged tubes it granted access to a huge tank to the ocean and merfolk below.

The tank was absolutely massive and had many different areas including a reef, a seaweed forest, a beach, and even a secluded sea cave. There were underwater cameras in most of the areas that live streamed what was happening on screens for the humans. Though the sea cave feed was restricted to adults only since the merfolk sometimes mated there.

The aquarium was just as much an exhibit for the merpeople as it was for the humans, they had underwater screens that allowed them to view the humans at play and at the food court. They enjoyed seeing and even communicating with their terrestrial cousins. There were several areas where humans and merpeople could talk face to face or via the cameras. Many of them visited quite frequently and made friendships with regular customers and their favorite staff members.

You had been blessed with landing a really good job at Seaspark Aquarium. Though it was entirely because you were the cousin of the curator of the establishment. You did janitorial tasks, including sometimes scraping the tanks, and occasionally you had to provide food for an exhibit. Even though interacting with animals or merfolk was not a common part of your job, there was one squid-man who had become quite friendly with you. Onyk.

Most of the squid type mermen shied away from human interaction, and really the aquarium as a whole, but not Onyk. He had always been a frequent visitor. A knowledgeable observer might even say it seemed that he had been hoping to find something there. The first few times he had gone had been out of pure curiosity about humans after hearing tales about them his entire life. But after his first couple of visits he was enthralled. Everything about the land walkers amazed him.

And then he met you and felt his heart flutter every single time he looked upon you. He frequently tried to engage you in conversation whenever he could and was always watching you, though often it was in secret. Onyk cherished your chats with him, he found you so interesting, even more so than he found other humans. He loved seeing you go about your tasks, it made him think of you cleaning his home as his mate while he went and got food for the two of you.

Of course if you had any say, that would never happen. Onyk, for some reason you couldn't quite place, creeped you out. No, it wasn't the head of tentacles he had in place of hair, nor the dark purple tentacles he had from the waist down, it wasn't his smile that showed off his dangerously sharp teeth, or his cyan blue eyes. No, it wasn't anything physical, just a weird energy he seemed to give off. Like a hungry animal hunting its prey.

You tried to be nice to Onyk, though you always tried to keep conversations brief and hurry on to other tasks that would take you out of his reach. Unfortunately he took your awkward stammers and clumsy rushing to zip away from him as you being extremely shy because you liked him. He sighed and stared at you longingly, head resting on his hands, as you rushed off once more. Clearly you were simply too embarrassed by your emotions to act rationally around him. Onyk had to find a way to get you to stop running off. As adorable as it was that you kept scampering off from your shyness you really needed to be closer to him.

Onyk had a brilliant, though simple, idea. It came to him right as you were in the middle of making another excuse to run away from him while the two of you were chatting in the beach area. He'd simply grab you. It wasn't the first thing he'd normally do, but you were just too prone to running off. It was more than obvious you needed him to make a firm and forceful first move.

"Well uh... it was nice seeing you again Onyk... but um... I gotta go check on the tide p-"

Onyk lunged at you suddenly with the speed and ferocity of lightning. He pulled you into the water and swiftly took you into the empty sea cave and sat you on the dry ground within. Yes, this would do perfectly for his purposes. It was a huge room that had an area for him to swim and enough space for you to run about and get exercise. This would make a lovely home for the two of you, he'd have to keep all the other merfolk out from now on but that wasn't an issue, they were respectful of claimed territory.

Once you caught your breath you were confused and angry at the sudden relocation.

"What the f-"

He interrupted you again, this time by pressing his hungry lips to yours in a passionate embrace. His long tongue slipped past your unsuspecting lips and explored every inch that it could reach. His saliva pooled in your mouth, claiming it. The offending muscle snaked down your throat before finally retreating as he broke the kiss, you struggled to find your breath once more.

"Heh, sorry for interrupting, I have just been waiting to kiss you for so long I couldn't hold back any longer!"

“What!? Why did you do that? Why did you bring me here!?”

“Well your shyness was making it hard for us to take things to the next step in our relationship, now you can’t let your nervousness get the better of you and make you run off!”

“Next step in our relationship? We have no relationship, you creep!”

“Don’t say that! Y-you just have the jitters because moving in is such a big step! Yeah, they’ll wear off soon I’m sure.”

“There won’t be a soon, I am going back to the beach!”

You started to head back to the water, but Onyk closed the distance between the two of you easily.

“But you can’t go! You’re just in denial and nervous, but you’ll love living with me, I promise. M-maybe I’m not moving too fast but too slow. That must be it, you must be all pent up and eager for my dick! So naughty~”

Onyk’s blush was evident even on his light blue skin. He swallowed your complaints in another deep kiss as he stood behind you and rubbed your crotch gently.

“We’ll do it in front of these cameras so everyone knows you’re mine now~”

And, indeed, the screens in the adults only section of the aquarium definitely picked up some viewers as the scene between you and Onyk unfolded.

Most mermen would have had trouble traversing land, but Onyk’s strong tentacles allowed him to maneuver easily enough. He peeled off your wet clothing and wrapped his arms tightly around your bare chest, rubbing and caressing you with greedy hands. His prehensile cock wrapped partially around your waist, held you close as it rubbed against you. At first you mistook the sensation for a tentacle before looking down and seeing it, the cock was tapered, icy blue and glowing at the tip, with the rest of it being dark purple.

Your shouts and screams were ignored as Onyk convinced himself they were just you being grumpy or maybe playing hard to get. The merman’s sharp teeth bit carefully at your tender neck as you squirmed. Most of his tentacles had wrapped around your legs, powerful suction cups firmly adhered them to you. They held you staunchly in place despite your best efforts to struggle.

The remaining two writhing appendages were busy with another task. They gently prodded and massaged your tight hole, slowly worming their way inside you. Your efforts to clench and keep them outside of you were rendered futile as they finally worked their way inside of you. They began thrusting in tandem back and forth within you, loosening you up well.

Your next attempt at protesting devolves into several lusty moans as he ministrations begin to elicit pleasure. It’s all the confirmation he needs that he has been right all along and definitely went about everything in the right way.

“Your mating sounds are so lovely,” he said as he nipped at your ear.

His tentacles suddenly withdrew from your lovingly stretched hole, leaving you involuntarily whimpering at the sudden removal.

“Awe, don’t worry, love. I have something far better to put into you~”

You snap out of it when you hear those words and feel his cock move itself from your waist and start wiggling against you in search of its target.

“What!? No, please do-oooh~ Aaah!”

When it found your entrance it deftly slithered right in. Much to your unwilling pleasure.

Onyk chuckled.

“I knew you just needed some good dick~ You feel soooo good. You were made for this!”

When you happened to look up at one of the cameras you blushed and looked down. The room that monitored the sea cave was now packed, everyone enjoying the sight. The aquarium was already at work recording with plans to put it on their website for sale.

You couldn’t help the lewd cacophony of noises that tumbled from your mouth as the thick slimy cock thrust back and forth inside of you.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you!” Onyk chanted louder and louder until he slammed into you hard, filling you up with warm viscous semen at the same moment that you were shuddering from the strongest orgasm that you had ever experienced.

You were far too dazed and overstimulated to realize what was going on in that moment or what you were saying, but on autopilot you mumbled back what your brain thought it was supposed to when someone told you that they loved you.

“I l-love you too…”

Onyk was overjoyed to hear those words from his beloved human. He pulled out of you and laid down on the floor of the cave, pulling you close to him and resting your head on his chest. His webbed fingers gently caressed you as did both the tentacles that made up his "hair" and the ones below his waist. Cum slowly ebbed out of you and onto him but he didn't mind, the two of you would just get messy again the second you came to your senses. He nuzzled into your hair and gave you dozens of little kisses. Your mind was too blank and your body too exhausted to do anything but drool a bit on his chest while he cuddled you.

His head was swimming with all of the things the two of you would do together. Sharing meals, chatting, mating. He couldn’t wait to wrap his cock gently around your neck while at the same time plunging it down your throat and having that pretty mouth of yours suck it until he was feeding you his cum. Maybe the two of you could try it when you woke up.

Meanwhile onlookers on the viewing screens were putting away their cocks and slipping their fingers out of their pussies with the spectacle now over, but word soon spread and tourism was up over 300 percent! Scientists the world over were interested in documenting this rare species of merman having sexual relations with a human. Grants were given. A great raise and credit to your cousin, the curator.

It was even considered a diplomatic victory for merfolk and humans!

Everyone came to the consensus that on all fronts, but yours, it was far too beneficial and lucrative to make sure you had to permanently stay in the sea cave for the rest of your life with Onyk. At the very least they equipped the habitat with amenities like a proper bathroom, tv, video games, and human food. The sea cave area was also expanded, and you were afforded some privacy, except for most of the times that your “husband” Onyk was spilling his seed into you. That’s what people wanted to see.

[bookshelf-dust]

stubborn

billy hargrove x fem!reader

gif by @hawkinsboys

word count: 2,970

warnings: swearing, a couple sexualish comments, mechanic!billy, enemies to lovers type beat, set post-college

synopsis: working with billy hargrove is the bane of your existence. you can’t stand him. can’t stand how gorgeous he is. or that he might not be the bad guy you thought he was.

a/n: hi lovelies!! it’s been forever since i wrote for billy—most of which is due to focusing on school and all the writing i do for that, but also i just hadn’t had any good ideas for him. but alas, this one came to me, and i think it turned out pretty cute. let me know what you think!! lets yap about him!!! ♥️

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“Nah, you’re all good, Mrs. Peterson.” 

Billy says your name, amiably walking the elderly woman up to the front desk with one hand hovering behind her in case she needs to be steadied. “She’ll take care of you, and if you need anything else you can give us a call.” 

Mrs. Peterson grins, patting the skin on Billy’s forearm. She slips him a butterscotch candy. You cringe when he winks and pulls the plastic wrapping away, popping the treat in his mouth. He hates butterscotch, but he eats it whenever Mrs. Peterson comes in to get her oil changed because she always gives him something to snack on. 

Fucking kiss-ass, you think. 

“Thank you, sweetie.” Her gaze shifts to you as she settles her pocketbook on the countertop and begins digging around inside. “Nice boy, that one. Makes me happy to see that boys are still being raised properly.” She rubs her chest.

Her glasses slide down the bridge of her nose. “If I were you, young lady, I’d be sure to snatch up a man that well-rounded before it’s too late.”

Your palms go all sweaty just as the cash drawer opens. If only she knew. You start counting out her change. “Mrs. Peterson, Billy and I are just coworkers. Besides, I’m not really his type.”

The woman sighs. “What’s all this about types? If you like someone, you like them. You kids make things much too complicated nowadays.”

“Tell me about it,” you mutter under your breath. You watch as Mrs. Peterson grabs a mint from the counter on her way out. 

A quick glance at the clock has you rolling your eyes. It’s just you and Billy on shift today, no buffer between you to keep the peace, or at least prevent you from having to look at him for too long. You don’t have another appointment for close to two hours. Your nails tap against the vinyl tabletop. There’s a Dr. Pepper you left in the back of the fridge—maybe that’ll help you power through. 

You turn around and your entire body jolts. “Jesus fuck!”

Billy laughs. “Sorry, sugar. Figured you heard me walk over.”

“I was too busy thinking of how I could avoid you until our next appointment gets here.”

He crosses his arms and leans up against the doorframe. He’s so stupidly attractive when he does that that it makes you want to knee him in the balls. “How sweet. Anyway, I’m gonna go pick up lunch. You want me to get you somethin’?”

“I’m good.”

You start towards the break room. Billy steps to the side and blocks your path. “I’m going to that sandwich place up the street. What do you want?”

You duck below Billy’s arm. He just lowers it so you can’t get around him. 

“I said I’m good.”

Billy’s gaze drops to your mouth and back up to your eyes. He takes a step closer to you, enough so that you can smell his cologne. You tell him at least once a week that you hate it, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t cherished the way it lingers after he leaves a room. 

“And I asked what you want. You didn’t bring lunch.”

You scoff. “How the fuck would you know that?” You raise your hands, gesturing with them as you fuss at him. 

“Because every morning you come in here with all those fuckin’ bags and you were missing one. Probably because you were late.”

“Oh, right, because I can control when my car won’t start and then there’s an accident on the freeway!” 

Billy’s arms drop. “Your car wouldn’t start?”

“Go get your lunch, Billy.”

He keeps his eyes on yours when he snatches his keys off the hook under the front desk. “You want a pickle today or no?”

“Oh my god, Billy!” 

You practically shove him out the front door and then flip the welcome sign to say Be Back Soon! He blows a kiss at you from the driver's seat of his car. You flip him off in return and just know he’s laughing when he pulls out of the parking lot.

When he gets back, you’re chugging your Dr. Pepper. For a moment, you’d been scared that one of the other mechanics on shift the past few days would’ve taken it, especially because you forgot to write your initials on the cap. 

It bothers you that Billy realized you’d forgotten to pack lunch. It bothers you that he knows what time you get to work. It bothers you that he could tell you’re hungry. But at the same time, knowing that he pays enough attention to you to know those things���it sends a startling recognition down your throat. Your shoulders stiffen.

You like that he knows those things. And you hate it, because he is the last person you want to feel any attraction towards. 

You inhale through your nose and hold your eyes closed for a few seconds before you exhale. You’re not going to think about that right now. 

You make your way back to the front of the shop. A frown forms on your face when you see that Billy has set up on your desk, housing his lunch. There’s a matching sandwich across from him. 

“Jesus, Billy, I told you I wasn’t hungry.”

His throat works as he swallows. Your eyes drag down the length of his neck, all thick veins and lustrous skin. 

“And I told you I don’t give a fuck. Eat.”

A spark of anger rises to the forefront of your thoughts. You want to tell him not to boss you around, but you pause, feeling like that will only make you sound like a petulant child. You might as well stomp your feet and squeal. 

You sit down on your stool with a huff. You look Billy in the eye and rip the paper covering your sandwich. “Fuck you.”

Billy sucks something off the tip of his thumb and laughs through his nose.

“Do you have to be such a priss all the time?” he asks. “Just accept when people do shit for you. Say thank you or somethin,’ even.”

“Don’t worry, I promise I save all my prissiness for you, Hargrove.”

“Well, I’ll be damned. Thank God for that.”

“What? I heard you talking up Mrs. Petersen earlier. Yes, ma’am. No ma’am. Of course ma’am. Do you need your feet rubbed, ma’am?”

“Funny.”

“You’re so good at wrapping everyone around your finger. It’s nauseating.”

“And you aren’t? You’d think you got some condition with how often you bat your eyelashes.”

“It’s called being nice? Customers are supposed to come back, not run screaming because one of you was a dick.”

Billy scoffs, shaking his styrofoam cup around. “That was quite literally one time.”

“You were a dick to that lady! She wrote a hate letter and copied it and then put it up outside the library and Benny’s and fuckin’ Melvald’s!”

“Oh, come on.” He says your name once more. There’s something about the way he says it that sends a shiver down your spine. It feels like he might as well be whispering it directly into your ear. “You know she was a total bitch! She kept asking me if I was old enough to be working here and telling me that my hair was a safety hazard and that I should cut it. Then, when she asked where I was from and I told her, she said, and I quote, ‘Hawkins used to be a nice place. You west coasters are killing all the mom and pops.’ What does that have to do with me?”

You’re silent for a minute. You absolutely know he’s right. But do you want to admit that? No.

“She’s kind of right about your hair though. You always forget to tie it up. Even I wor—notice it when you’re under a car and cringe.”

You hope Billy hasn’t caught your slip up, but by the look on his face, he totally has. A smirk plays on his lips. She worries about me, it says. Before the conversation can go any further, you grab hold of his wrist where it’d been resting on the counter. His brows raise in confusion, less from the fact that it’s random and more because you’ve literally never touched him before. 

He watches as you roll a hair tie off of your forearm and onto his. You give it a playful snap once it’s settled at the joint of his wrist. “There,” you say. “No more excuses now, Hargrove. And thanks for the sandwich.”

He never noticed you take it, but when he snaps out of his daze brought on watching your hips sway as you walk away, it’s gone from where he left it.

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Billy is worried. It’s past the time you could be even remotely late to work. You’re not there. You’re not at work.

He doesn’t second guess himself when he looks you up in the book—never having been given your number—and dials. Straight to voicemail. What the fuck?

It’s unlike you to just not show up. Surely you would’ve called out if something happened. But Billy asked around, and no one else on shift has heard a thing.

The phone at the front desk rings. Normally, you’d be the one to answer, but you’re not here. Billy hastily picks it up. 

“Roane Park Automotive, this is Billy.”

“Billy!”

He says your name, along with a slew of other curses. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you here?”

“Um, about that. Do you remember when I mentioned that my car wouldn’t start?”

“You mean when I tried to talk to you about it and you brushed me off?”

“Save it. Anyway, it broke down this morning. I thought I could fix it myself but my knowledge is limited to what my dad taught me—which it turns out, isn’t much. I had someone try to help me jump it off, but that didn’t work either. So I walked—

“You walked?”

“Let me finish! I walked to the nearest pay phone and well, here we are.”

“Keep your pretty little ass right where it is. I’m coming to get you.” 

“It’s fine, really. I just need a tow, I guess? I don’t know. I can call someone else or—

“Hush. Give me a landmark or something—I still haven’t learned the names of these damn roads.”

When Billy gets to you, he swears his head is gonna explode. You’re sitting on the hood of your car, swinging your legs. Swinging your legs. You’re driving him insane. He thinks he could be truly mad at you if you didn’t look so damn cute while doing the most obnoxious thing you could be doing. 

He calls your name and you wave from your seat, quickly sliding down to meet him. 

“You’re ridiculous, you know that?” he huffs.

You guffaw. “Okay, wow. What ever happened to hello?”

Billy opens your driver's side door and presses the switch to unlatch your hood. He’s popping it within seconds. “I fuckin’ told you to let me look at your car. You had me worrying my ass off up there, thinking something happened to you—”

“You were worried about me?”

Billy glares at you, his hand somewhere within the depths of your car. You might work in a shop, but you don’t know a thing when it comes to cars. 

“You never listen. You know how infuriating that is?” 

Of course he’s avoiding the question. 

“Why do you expect me to listen to you, Hargrove?”

The sound of metal on metal makes you cringe. “I don’t know, maybe cuz it’s basic fuckin’ decency to listen to people trying to help you?”

“Yeah, well some people are just assholes and not worth listening to.”

Billy straightens so fast you’re worried he’s gonna hit his head. You hate the way your arm jolts, wanting to protect him from injury. 

“Who are you calling an asshole, princess?”

You cross your arms. “I think you know who,” you say. 

Billy steps into your space, slamming the hood of your car shut so hard it makes you blink. Now's as good a time as any, he thinks. 

“You gonna tell me what the fuck your problem is already or just keep prancing around me for the rest of our lives?”

You roll your eyes. It infuriates him. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit!”

“You’re just a prick, okay? You always have been! Ever since you showed up in Hawkins. You have this—this God complex!”

Billy has the nerve to laugh. Fully tosses his head back and laughs, slapping the side of your car. 

“So what, you went to school with me for a couple years and now we work together and you think you know me?”

“I know your kind, Billy! You’re all the fucking same!”

If possible, he gets even closer to you. “And what’s my kind, sweetheart?” 

“Oh, I think you know. Maybe we only went to high school together our last year, but this town is fucking small! I couldn’t escape you in college, even after I changed my major. You act like your shit doesn’t stink, Billy.”

He laughs again. 

“You listen to your loud music and there’s always a new mark on your neck, a new girl on your arm—usually the skinniest, bleach blonde girl—and you never spare anyone a glance if they’re not up to your standards. That I know. I wasn’t a cheerleader in high school and I wasn’t begging to suck your dick and I sure as hell didn’t fall for your reformed bad boy shit in college! You’re just another gorgeous guy who’s an absolute asshole.”

“You think I’m gorgeous?” Billy asks. He crosses his arms, mimicking you. It makes you want to slap him. Maybe kiss him stupid. 

“Oh, fuck off! That’s exactly what I mean! It’s all about reputation with guys like you, about notches on your belt or how many people you need to stomp on before people start calling you a king.”

When Billy reaches out to straighten your shirtsleeve from where it’s folded in on itself, you don’t flinch or even think about punching him. 

“I’m not a tyrant, babe. And have you ever, for just a second, considered that all that shit was a defense mechanism? Or does that not fit the bill you’ve got written up in that pretty little head of yours?”

You don’t say anything. Billy can see your brain recalculating.

Finally, “I don’t think being a prick calls for a healthy defense mechanism. Ever heard of therapy? Or like, fucking running? Or I don’t know! It’s always the pretty ones who are jack—”

Billy shuts you up the only way he can think to. The only way he’s wanted to for months. He kisses you. And he’s good at it. You start to lose yourself in it before the intelligent part of your brain sends alarm signals to the rest of you, making you pull away. One look at Billy has your knees going weak. 

His lips are swollen and this deep pink color that makes them look more enticing, if that’s even possible. His pupils are blown and the weight of his hand on the back of your neck is hypnotizing. 

“What?” he questions. You both just stare at each other for a moment. You smack him on the arm. It’s the only thing you could think to do. Billy looks down at his arm, his brows knitting together, and then back up at you. There’s the start of a grin on his face. 

He lets out an oomph sound when you grab his shirt collar and yank his mouth back to yours. He’s smiling into the kiss, letting out these little breathy laughs against your lips and when he slides a hand down your spine you swear you don’t know how you’ve lived your life thus far without knowing what it felt like to kiss Billy Hargrove. 

You kiss him hard, enough to express that you’re head over heels for him and can’t even find it in yourself to be angry about it. You pull away and take a few steps back. 

Billy is watching you, trying to figure out what your next move will be. He reaches out and swipes his thumb against the corner of your mouth. 

In an effort to put off discussing the fact that you just made out on the side of the road, you try to finish your argument from moments before. 

“You really did used to be an asshole, Billy. I couldn’t stand being around you, seeing how you treated everyone—I don’t know.”

Billy shakes his head. “No, you’re right. I was an asshole. But what I said about it being a defense mechanism was true. A shitty life made a shitty guy, you know? I’d hope you could tell that I’m not that guy anymore now, but clearly I still get under your skin.”

“It’s easier to fight with you than admit you can be that gorgeous and not a total dick and also that you can be those things and like me at the same time.”

Billy laughs lowly and steps back into your space. “I can do all that and more, pretty girl. Let me prove it to you.”

You let Billy kiss you again, slower this time. “I’ll think about it,” you say. Neither of you say anything for a moment. 

Billy chuckles under his breath. “Reformed bad boy.”

You swat him on the arm. “Leave me alone!” You giggle. 

“Your alternator’s fucked, by the way.”

You blink. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. Come on. Get your ass in the car. You can fuss at me some more on the way back to the shop.”

“As long as you kiss me to shut me up again.”

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note: none of the gifs or images i use are mine! i get most of my images from pinterest or here, and gifs from about the same. please let me know if i ever don’t credit someone properly!

[sttoru]

‘if there’s anyone in this world who loves being a girl dad the most, it must be your husband — gojo satoru.’

☀︎｜tags. girl dad!gojo x female reader. fluff. you’re married. reader gets called ‘mama, sweetheart’. wrote this at work so not beta read. fic one out of two for satoru’s birthday!

giggles fill the living room — familiar laughter that sounded like your daughters’. a more sultry and manly voice also resonates in the background. one that you could recognise from miles away.

your curiosity leads you to investigate the source of the joyful sounds and soon enough, you find your dear husband and daughters sitting on the couch. though, in a situation you hadn’t quite foreseen.

satoru was talking on the phone about important business whilst your little girls were giving him a rather sparkly makeover. the most heartwarming thing was satoru’s surrender to your daughters’ antics — allowing them to do whatever to his face and hair.

“mhm, yeah..” the white-haired sorcerer hums over the phone, not having the slightest idea about what ijichi was yapping about. probably something that has to do with the recent sighting of a special grade curse in the city.

but, that wasn’t satoru’s priority at the moment at all (even if it should have been). his focus was all on his two daughters that were enjoying their playtime with him.

“papa’s so pretty.” one of them comments with a big smile — a smile satoru wishes to protect until his last moment on earth. her fingers push and pull on a small strand of his hair, trying to tug it into another ponytail.

satoru had already lost count of how many messy and half-done ponytails his snowy hair got divided into. the same goes for the amount of stickers on his face and neck.

the two sisters work together to put another pink and glittery sticker on satoru’s chin — though were no match to their father’s playful attitude. he jerks his head forwards and teasingly nibbles on their tiny hands that came in touch with his face.

this causes almost ear deafening squeals to reverberate through his ears. not that he’s complaining — satoru loves to hear them.

“. . .gojo, are you listening?” ijichi’s shaky voice over the phone interrupts the squeals. satoru doesn’t even try giving a proper response and only mutters a quick ‘yeah’ between snickers. that was enough of a sign for ichiji to understand that he couldn't get through.

everyone knew how much satoru loved his little family. he cherished them and put them above everything, including his work. sometimes it was necessary for you to remind satoru that he's needed outside your home - that he was and will keep being the strongest sorcerer that people depend on.

"wow, you two really made papa super pretty!" satoru coos as his daughters bring him a hand mirror. his phone had already been discarded somewhere on the couch - not even bothering to hang up on ijichi first.

your husband effortlessly picks the children up and cuddles them close to his body, smothering them both in sloppy wet kisses on their cheeks and necks - making them giggle uncontrollably. "y'know, papa will give you both a nice little reward for making me so beautifu—”

a faint cough echoing from the mobile device next to them reminds satoru that he was still on call. he reaches out and grabs his phone, rolling his eyes in a sassy way before clearing his throat;

"i need to attend important business. see ya." the sorcerer declares and hangs up right after. to him, playing around and taking care of his daughters was more than necessary. even in comparison with an actual critical situation: it wasn't like there weren't any other special grade sorcerers that could take on the mission.

the second his phone plops back down on the couch, satoru's hands fly over to tickle his little girls' bellies. they wriggle and squirm around in his lap - squealing for help from their mama.

you had been watching the scene unfold from the doorway and decide to join in on the fun once you hear your daughters’ call. you gasp dramatically before scurrying over to the couch, acting like you were genuinely scolding your husband for his 'torturuos' tickles;

"oh no, my little girls!" you pout, taking in the way your daughters laugh and outstretch their tiny arms towards you, searching for an escape in your arms. you gladly help them away from their dad's grasp, though not without getting a whine out of satoru.

one of your daughters sticks out her tongue at the sulky sorcerer on the couch, the other mimicking her sister's actions. you chuckle and decide to do the same; frowning and sticking your tongue out.

"ack!" satoru clutches his chest, fingers curling around the material of his shirt like he just got shot. he topples over on the couch and acts dead with his eyes half closed, "i can't. . . believe. . . it. my girls hate me. ugh, my heart - can't take it."

you scoff at his exaggerated act. you were used to it after years of dating and marriage, but your daughters seemed to still take the bait. they writhe around in your arms and once you put them down on the floor again, they run back to their 'fallen' dad.

they shake him by his shoulders and harshly pat his cheeks in attempt to bring him back to life. a constant loop of 'papa!'s and 'wake up!'-s echo throughout the house. even some 'we're sworry!'-s thrown in-between.

satoru couldn't take it anymore and his arms move at the speed of light so he could pull both of his daughters in a big hug. he squeezes them a bit too tight to his chest, causing them to shriek and laugh.

"are you not joining us, sweetheart?" satoru asks with a shit-eating grin. it's then that you realise that he was blushing from pure joy — his cheeks rosy. well, you couldn't possibly deny his request when he was this ecstatic.

the high-pitched 'mama too! mama too!' coming from both girls mellowed your heart even more. and thus, you give in.

you happily join the pile - climbing on top of your husband and between your daughters which lay on each of his sides. your head rests on his chest, your eyes closed and your ears filled with laughter.

satoru eventually relaxes, however that genuine smile never leaves his lips. this is where he belongs. with his family - the most important thing of all.

[dragonsoulage]

„You feel so divine …“

feat. Alucard

Here you are being bend over so pretty for the greedy vampire that just loved to sink deep inside you. Who adores you and your tight pussy

Hello together, I mean we can all agree that this man is the best vampire in the entire world. And currently I am a little more than usual into vampy stuff💀🤌🏻 so enjoy this smūt I wrote for him. Like damn he gets me so much 👀🤣 and I am just a girl wants to be bend over by a vampire 🤣💀

Wordcount: 2,4K

Warnings: smūt, dirty talk, doggystyle, pet names, mentions of drinking blood, corruption

You were panting and oh so sensitive. Such a cute girl you were. So small compared to his large frame, he loomed over your body. Every thrust, a mean testament toward his devotion for you.

You had been so pure, and in his eyes you still were. This was just your second time indulging in pleasures like this. It was endearing for the old vampire, how you still tried to maintain any kind of composure. How you didn't even understand why you were so alluring to him. You tried to hold in your whimpers, but his thick, girthy cock made it hard. He had such a handsome dick. Pale with a rosy tip and these veins that you felt along your inner walls. It was the second time, but the first time you did it doggy with him. It was quite cute how you reacted when he wanted you like this. 

~

„What, you want to....make love to me from behind?" you asked, a little taken aback at first. Your eyes looking at him like a doe. So adorable. Even too shy to say he wanted to fuck you, more like making love. And well, he loved you, so this wasn't particular wrong, right?

The tall vampire stepped closer, tilting your chin up with his gloved hand. Oh, you always had empathy, even for a monster like him. He admired that. His thumb brushed over the curve of your cheek.

„You would look wonderful like this, trust me, little one. I know you can take it for me, don't you?" he spoke, a booming voice making your heart flutter. You were always eager to please and be a good girl. Especially towards him. And you would lie when it wouldn't have felt good when he took your virginity.  

~

And now you found yourself being bent over, panting and gasping for air. Your hands clutched at the expensive silken sheets underneath you. Your face so flushed. "No, darling keep that pretty arch." his voice spoke both large hands grabbed your waist, sliding up higher to the small of your back, feeling every inch there of your smooth creamy skin. Slightly pushing down on your back, so your pretty ass was arched up high, and he had this easy access to your cunt.

And hell, he devoured you whole. Every thick inch buried in your tight little pussy, and it didn't help that you were such a responsive little thing.

He thought it was endearing how every little touch made you whimper or let your skin flush. But how could it not?

He was that tall vampire gentlemen who certainly is the most powerful vampire in the world, and he chose you, of all people, he chose the modest, innocent little mouse that always brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear, when she was nervous.

Turned out you were nervous around him, but for other reasons than he thought before.

And now having you like this? How delicate you just were to him.

Such a wet pussy that greeted his thick shaft, making him groan just so delightful in your ear, when he entered.

He tried to be gentle with you, for the fact that he knew he had been your first. And Alucard never took that gift of your purity lightly, cherishing and worshiping every inch of your body. 

When he pushed down on your back, and felt him sink even deeper, so his heavy balls brushed your clit, you hissed in pleasure, your face in the blanket beneath you. Struggling to open up for him, although he was so deep inside you. But this position made you feel more vurnable, as you tried to breathe through the fact that he had you at his mercy, trying to stay nice and open for him. But Alucard was not cruel, not to you. He had entered you slowly, and before that he had got you all nice and wet for him.

"And now you have just all of me inside you, such a good girl." he murmured, before he continued to thrust inside you.

And he struggled to keep control, struggled to not just take you to his liking now, giving you time to feel him, time to adjust. But you felt so deliciously tight around him.

"Alucard..." you whimpered, a moan escaping your lips after that.

You were barely able to speak with how girthy he was, but it felt good.

Slowly but surely it builds up, easing your muscles, and just then he picked up the pace.

Black silky raven hair hung in strands over his face as his crimson eyes observed your perfect body.

The way your ass bounced against his pelvis every time he thrusts inside you. The way your skin were yielding under his touch. 

 And the way you smelled, you smelled divine, your blood, your very essence, your sweet, sweet nectar of arousal between your thighs. No matter what it was, it had him whipped, with adoration and satisfaction. So utterly his, so willingly to open up for him. Getting your pussy fucked so delicious.

"Alucard, f-faster." you finally managed to choke out a word, god it was cute. A breathless moan coming out of your parted lips, and you heard him chuckle. A deep vibrating sound, making your pussy clench around him in response.

"Darling, where are your manners you always try to keep up? Ask nicely." he said, his one hand traveled down your spine back to your ass cheek, before giving it a good squeeze that made you hitch. He wanted to lure it out of you. Being a naughty little thing, wanting to corrupt you.

"Please." you pouted in frustration, slowly trying to fuck yourself just a little back into him, a nice try, but just a try before he pulled a little back, leaving you wanting.

Alucard, liked when you were brought out of your comfort zone, you wanted his dick? You wanted him to go faster? You would need so communicated it directly, not matter how much he knew you needed it. So patient with his girl.

"I fear you need to recall your plea a little more direct, tell me exactly what you want from me, my sweet." his voice rich and dark, making you feel weak, making you feel like a dark mist was settling in your mind, your pussy throbbing. As you then tried to support yourself on your hands when you tried to look just a little bit over your shoulder. You struggled to say it, and he loved it...

"Please, take me faster. I want it so bad, please, Sir." you begged, and your sweet voice like a ringing in his ear, making him pause indeed for a moment. Leaning over you. 

Still his cock seated inside your wet heat, pulsing with need and fluttered around him. And you called him Sir, you always did that before you two were even a thing. You were always such so polite, never forgot your manners, until now.

So innocent, but when he looked at you, the way your eyes watched him, so lewd suddenly, your pretty lips parting with a gasp. His chiseled, strong chest pressed against your back as he leaned over. The other cold hand of him coming to brush a strand of hair tenderly out of your face.

"So innocent, and yet begging so filthy for a cock inside you." he stated with a smirk, making you blush. "But I give you what you want, little one. You deserve it either way." he added, kissing your temple before he would just give you the meanest thrust ever.

And when he picked up his speed, oh it had you moaning, you couldn't keep it in any longer. His dick always hit that spongy part inside you, making you shudder.

You were just so lost, eyes rolling back as you were simply a little mess, your juices flowing out of you, because it was such so good, the way he fucked you, so good it had you drooling.

"So, oh...sooo good." you gave from you, hands grabbing the sheets tighter and your cheek pressed against the soft fabric, until you noticed how a hand of him wrapped around your neck.

Grabbing your tender throat, he had feasted before. Smearing the last leaking remnants from his bite marks over your skin, pulling on your neck, making you lift your head.

Free hand settled on the place where thigh and hip were meeting, fingers digging into your soft flesh.   

Alucard leaned over, his breath so hot against your ear, choking you oh, so gently with such a little amount of strength he had inside him. Such a fragile thing you were, but you looked so alluring, all helpless and wanting underneath him. Giving him everything so willingly.

His raven hair tickled your cheek, feeling how his nose brushed against your face.

"You feel so divine wrapped around me, like as if you would be a sin personified." he whispered, before you heard a deep growl.

He didn't slow down, of course not, not when he had you literally crossed eyed and your cunt drooling down his cock.

"You have such a sinful cunt, don't you, my dear." he cooed, as if he would tell you how much he loved you, but in truth he was rearranged your insides. And these cute little 'oh's' you let out, these pants of short breath.

How your breath hitched when his balls hit your puffy clit, you couldn't help yourself now, just moving into him, wanting to please him, as you always wanted.

So lovely, and so alluring. Alone your blood, it tasted like a rich, sweet wine to him, he would want to get drunk on it. But the way your wet pussy was grabbing him now? He couldn't decide what was even better.

Alone, the way he sounded so calm but spoke so dirty.

"Answer, little one. Want to hear your sweet voice." he urged you loving. It amused him to a certain degree, to hear you trying to speak in complete sentences, although your pussy was stuffed full of him.  

 And since he pounded you into oblivion, you couldn't even think about how embarrassing it might be for you.

"I am only sinful for you." you replied with that pretty moan that followed, when you felt how that one prominent vein dragged along your inner walls.

"Oh indeed you are, no wonder you tempt me always like this. Your smell, the way you look, the way you care about me, your taste. All of you were made to..." he started speaking before he gave you a particular deep stroke, making your body now jolt.

"...to fucking tempt me." he added then, before his hand let go of your throat. It was like the wolf devoured the innocent lamb.

"Oh god...ohhh." you whimpered with that long and deep thrust, feeling that knot inside you. The hot feeling of butterflies in your tummy when he was doing that.

"God can't hear you when you are with me, little one. Not that you would need a god, when you have me." he snickered, and you earned another deep stroke. Both hands now on your hips.

And then, then he started to pound into your cute, little cunt, having your keen and babble about how much you loved him.

Alucards head fell back, just feeling you now, so hot and warm, and yet your pussy so tender and grabbing him like a vice.

"So perfect..." he groaned, his own cock pulsing with the need of release, your pussy way too good, than to stop.

"So pure and sweet..." he added, when he heard your cute little confessions all over again, like it would be a hymn just existing for him, that only can be sang from you.

And you felt the need to cum, grew so strong you couldn't even hold it anymore.

"Gonna....gonna cum." you let out, and he gave a sharp smack on your ass, leaving a red printed mark on it, stroking over the spot with his cold hand to soothe it, and this had you tumbling over the edge. Pussy milking him, for everything you wanted him to give you, for every sweet, salty drop of his white, pearly cum. 

Tongue lolling out as you arched your back even deeper and wanting to have him cum so, so deep inside you.

The way you pushed your pussy against his dick, the way you squeezed him just so perfectly. Alucards fingers dug into your soft skin, holding you tight in the spot. His thick cock buried to the hilt inside you before he shoots, loads and loads of thick cum inside you. Muscles tensing and flexing. A sexy moan when he came left his lips, his fangs peaking out, you made him always just so hungry, no matter what you give him.

"You did so great, my love. You took me so well." he praised you, with a strained voice, fighting the urge to just keep thrusting. Not wanting to overwhelm his sweet mouse.

After a moment of basking in the afterglow, he pulled out, watching how some drops of cum trickled down your pussy lips and thighs. His thumb coming up just to smear it over your still sensitive parts. He liked this cute little shudder.

Then he wrapped his two arms around you, pulling you back into his embrace, no matter how dirty he would fuck you, he would want you to know he adored you. You were the queen of his heart, and Alucard never would be a man to hide this fact from you when it was utterly true.

After you caught your breath, you were finally able to speak. Usually you were a clever, young lady, always knowing what to say and what not. But when it was the moment he sunk his dick inside you? You were lucky, when you would be able to remember your name.

"This was...quiet likeable. I mean, I thought it would be a little too much, but when are we having the next round?" you asked, shy but adorable with the curiosity in your eyes. The old vampire chuckled, and a smile tugged on his lips.

"Oh, so I left you wanting more? I bend you over any time, my love. But you should gain a little rest, because I intend to devour you over and over again that way, when you wish it." he whispered against your ear. Fingers stroking over your back and arm, making you feel loved and safe with him. Opening up to him in ways he knew you usually never did to someone. And this was what he craved, the connection and love that sensed in the whole air around you two, the trust you placed in him, and the love he holds for you, for your being.

[borathae]

Rainy Mornings | Yoongi x f.Reader

"Relax, my love, this morning is all about you."

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, soft Smut

Warnings: subbish & sleepy!Yoongi, switch!Reader, neck kisses & bites, lots of touches, handjob, cuddly penetrative sex in cowgirl position, he cums very quickly <3, creampies, hints of breeding kink, this is just a sweet lil smut hehe <3

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: it rained the morning i wrote this and this is where my thoughts drifted off to. it's short and sweet and cozy <3 because this is what yoongi deserves <3

Yoongi wakes to gentle kisses on his neck and fingers dancing over his tummy. The relaxed little sighs of you as you kiss him, mix with the distant sound of morning rain. 

Yesterday you and he went on a date. You took a drive and went for a movie, then you ate and talked until the restaurant had to close. Yesterday was such a good day. Today is going to be a good day as well. This is the first thought which runs through his mind, followed by how much he loves waking up with you close to him.

Yoongi purrs, rolling his head to the side to stub you with his nose. He steals a kiss, smiling into it. You do as well, cradling his cheek and caressing his skin with your thumb.

“Mornin”, his voice is raspy from sleep and incredibly warm. 

“Morning”, your voice is a little deep still and filled with happiness.

“Up for long?”

“No, just a few minutes. Wanted to enjoy you”, you say and nudge his head back into its previous position so you can kiss his neck again.

Yoongi tingles, shivers running down his spine. 

“This feels good”, he sighs, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Mhm, enjoy. Wanna make you feel good.”

You dance your hand back to his tummy and let it disappear under his shirt. The blanket covers you as well, keeping your bodies warm as you share this intimate moment.

“It’s raining”, he talks quietly.

“I know. It’s nice, means we can stay in all day”, you talk quietly as well.

“So no rainy walks?” 

You smile against his neck. He knows you so well. You love rainy walks. 

“Maybe later. For now, I want to cherish you.” You nibble on his favourite spot. “And make you feel good.”

You dance your fingertips along his lower tummy, tracing the little dents his hip bones naturally create when he lies down and his tummy sinks in a little. He is incredibly soft there and also very sensitive. He can’t take your touches for long before he has to squirm and let out a shy chuckle. 

You give him a break, drawing hearts on his waist. 

“Ticklish?” 

“Yeah.”

“You’re so soft there. Couldn’t help myself.”

“Liked it. Just…sensitive.”

“Mhm, you’re perfect.”

Yoongi blushes, having to exhale shakily. He is perfect. He thinks that he is a lot of things, but perfect is definitely not one of them. To think that you see him like this makes him feel really good. And giddy. And shy. And loved. 

Yoongi feels really loved when he is with you.

“This is so nice”, he sighs, chasing your touch.

“Mhm, so nice”, you agree, swirling your fingers back to hip bones to trace them. Your lips explore his neck in the meantime, turning his sleepy brain a little foggy.  

If this is actually a dream, Yoongi hopes never to wake up. 

He was weird about being touched in the past, but when your fingers are on his body he doesn’t want it to stop. It is paradise. 

A warm, tingly paradise, which feels especially cozy this morning.

You kiss the shell of his ear, whispering in your sweetest voice. Yoongi shivers as an effect of it.

“Just tell me to stop, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He knows what will happen, holding his breath for it. He wants this. So much so that heat shoots between his legs within seconds, surprising your fingers with a hard and needy length to play with. Yoongi normally sleeps in boxer shorts. Tonight’s pair is black with dark grey stripes and an elastic band at the hem. You don’t slip your hand under said hem, but slip it inside the slit in the front.

“Oh? Already?” your surprise excites him, making him throb.

“Yeah is…is nice.”

“Shit, that’s sexy”, you whisper and pull out his cock through the slit. You let go of it for a second so you can lick your fingers to wet them. You connect your tongue with his neck afterwards, tracing the sensitive spots while your wet fingers wrap around his cock. 

Yoongi furrows his brows at the touch. Electricity courses through him. 

You pick up a slow rhythm, lingering on his tip and upper inches most. The position and tranquillity of the morning asks for such a rhythm. You don’t want to jerk him, pump him or milk him dry. No, you want to explore him, make him fall so deep into pleasure that he doesn’t want to leave. This is meant to build up, to be something you can savour and later think back on with a tingly stomach. 

“Does this do something for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah, like, a lot”, he gets out, squirming his hips in a very slow rhythm. They flinch for a little moment whenever you linger on his tip and slow down again when you move to another spot. Your lips are soft on his neck and your tongue is really warm. Yoongi swears that it couldn’t get any better than this and then you bite him.

You goddamn bite his neck. 

And Yoongi is a goner. 

He gasps your name, arching his back and curling his toes. He is yours. He is entirely yours. 

You kiss the tender spot afterwards, playing with the droplets of precum on his flushed tip. 

“Was this good for you?” you ask him.

“Yeah…more”, he begs, rolling his head to the side. 

You fulfill his wish, biting him where it feels the best. And so it happens that Yoongi breaks the cozy morning silence with his first moan. Of course it makes your stomach tingle like crazy. His voice is made for sounds of pleasure. 

“God Yoongi, I love being with you”, you say, biting him again just so can hear him moan. You twist your fingers around his tip at the same time, applying pressure. You need him to moan again. It is all you crave. 

Yoongi gives it to you gladly and a little shakily. His cock leaks all over your fingers and his legs are like puddy. He feels a deep warmth radiate from his cock up to his stomach and down his legs.

“___ a-ah”, he chokes out, tensing his stomach. You are a little quicker in your movements and keep lingering on his tip. This is a lot to handle for his sleepy, droopy body.

“Yoongi, my love, god I just”, you trail off. You have no words, letting your body do the talking. 

You climb his lap and bush your shorts aside, sinking him into you while you swallow his surprised gasp. 

Your fingers bury themselves in his morning hair, ruffling it even more and tugging just enough to make him shiver. 

Your press your chest against his’, rocking back and forth on his cock.

“___.”

“Yoongi, my Yoongi. You feel so good inside me.”

“Good. You- ah- good. You feel good, ah. Too. Good too a-ah.”

Big hands come to grasp you, fingers dimpling your butt because they are desperate enough to do so. He doesn’t guide you, as a matter of fact, he doesn’t even meet your movements. He just lies there, taking the slow ride and thinking to himself that he is going to climax any second now. 

He feels so good. You are warm and perfectly heavy on top of him, you kiss him so well and play with his and your heart races and he gets hugged by your warm walls and, and, and. There are a million different reasons why Yoongi feels good and why he is close. 

He has to break the kiss and tell you.

“I’m close.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s fucking amazing, not gonna lie.”

You smile, dancing his lips to his ear.

“You’re a delight, my love”, you whisper and give him a glimpse of heaven by biting him right under his ear. 

“Ah!” Yoongi yelps and tries desperately to stop your hips. 

He is successful, but it comes too late. Yoongi is too far gone. It is already enough for him to simply be nestled in your soft walls. He paints your insides with his warm orgasm, clasping your butt for it while his mouth is agape in a soundless moan. 

You mewl his name, resting your lips against his neck as he pumps you full. You swear that you can feel each load he releases. It fills your tummy with so much warmth and makes you so wet. You don’t want it to stop, but of course it has to. Yoongi’s poor balls can only produce this much in the morning. They are still a little sleepy, forcing him to experience the last wave of ecstasy dry. 

Yoongi comes down with a shudder, pressing out your name before he has to gulp repeatedly. 

You lift your head, resting on your elbows and tracing his features. His eyes are closed, his cheeks are slightly flushed. You outline his forehead, his brows and closed lids. You trace his nose and his lips and caress his cheeks and chin. You end it by tugging strands of his black hair behind his ears and massaging his lobes. 

“I love you”, you whisper.

“I…love you…too. Ahmg”, he gulps again and exhales, finally opening his eyes.

You smile at him, cradling his cheeks.

“Sorry”, he mumbles.

“For what?”

“I tried to hold it, but-”

You silence him with a thumb against his lips. Yoongi makes puppy eyes at you, mouthing at your finger.

“Don’t apologise. This was perfect. I wanted this morning to be about you and it was.” You kiss his lips. next his nose. Lastly his forehead. “You deserved this after the amazing date yesterday.”

You meet his eyes and smile. Yoongi retorts it.

“Besides, I have a wish for today.”

"What  wish? Tell me, I’ll do anything.”

You snicker, “really? Anything?”

“Anything. After what you just did.”

“You’re cute. I think you’re gonna like my wish then.”

“Tell me.” 

“Wanna spend today slowly getting me more filled with you? You know, cum inside me and plug me and then at night you take it out and fuck me properly.”

“Woah princess, what the fuck? My cock just twitched.”

“I felt it.” You boop his nose. “Soo are you down?”

“Of course I am, fucking hell, you don’t gotta ask.”

“Awesome”, you lean in for a smiley kiss, one Yoongi eagerly retorts.

Truly, there is nothing better than rainy mornings with you.

[luvtak]

fade into you, lmh x reader

genre/tw est. relationship! suggestive, pure sugar cane fluff (like high fructose corn syrup fluff), minho only knows how to talk with his hands </3, gn!reader!! minho calls you kitty and honey <3!! seriously cavity inducing fluff be warned !! mostly unedited…

w/c 848

omg i haven’t posted a fic in so long nor have i written anything in months :(( but i’m finally a lot more settled after a busy drama filled couple of months! I hope you love this fic as much as i loved writing it. I’m not kidding when i say i wrote this in an hour on my phones notes app, don’t be afraid to tell me how you feel hehe 🩵

It’s cold outside your sleeping bag, frigid morning fog seeping into the once cozy tent. You shiver at Minho’s nose pressing into your neck, his face as cold as a dog who’s been outside too long. 

You’re not sure why you let your boyfriend convince you to camp in the middle of autumn… less sure why he insisted it was just the two of you, but you could never refuse Minho when he asked you so nicely— hands easing sighs while his mouth asked the question; the only thing you could say was yes, over and over. 

Unfortunately, the ecstasy of being asked was not akin to the actual experience.

Insistent rain stormed down from the second you arrived to the last minute before your eyes closed, Minho in all his excitement forgot the cooler and was forced to drive all the way back—leaving you to shiver in the tent alone. No, it was not the romantic getaway your boyfriend promised, but being here now—warm despite the wilderness’s wishes—you think it could be.

“Are you still cold, honey?” Minho asks, his voice just a whisper amongst the whistling trees. 

With your eyes still closed, you can only imagine what he looks like… Soft with sleep, his eyelashes cascading shadows across the slopes of his skin, beautiful like hypnos after creating dreams. You can feel his breath against your neck and his hands clutching at your waist, so safe despite how strong he is. 

“No, min, I’m just right” you say, and you can feel his laugh, rumbling through him, feel his smile against your skin. 

You wish he knew how much you cherish him… how much you treasure these little moments with him. How you’ll think about this moment every time he’s away from you; rolling the memory around your tongue like it’s a piece of candy. 

Sometimes, you’re sure you can see a cord running from you to him, wrapping around the two of you like cling wrap—like every moment you’ve ever had was crafted by the fates, your story weaved by the gods themselves. 

“Just right huh?” he says, before he’s lifting his head to look at you, eyes open and beautiful. “Well goldilocks, look how pretty you are this morning.” His smile is mischievous and if you didn’t know better you may think he was joking, but his tone gives him away: too quiet to be anything but the truth. 

“Minho!” you cry, embarrassed by compliments this early, “lay back down, I need you to keep me warm.” He smiles down at you, knowing you well enough to see that you’re flustered, it’s always too easy; one compliment, and your skin is hot, his kiss lasts a second too long and you’re pulling away shaking. 

Minho doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of making your blood rush, enjoying the chase even when he has you. 

When his skin gets closer to yours again, chest to chest/heart to heart, you find yourself breathing his air like you share one pair of lungs. He’s so close to you, searing your skin even as the sleeping bag pulls awkwardly around your legs, letting cool air settle around your figure. 

His lips are so close to yours, one breath away from a kiss, so close you can feel his words flow into your open mouth. 

“Are you warm now, kitty?”  he asks, his eyes boring into yours before flitting down to look at your skin; miles and miles of it under his hands, valleys of skin that are his as much as yours.

“I’m warm, Minho, are you?” Just a whisper.

“just right.” A smirk. 

One breath, two breaths, three, and then he’s kissing you. Lips urging gasps to flow out of you, hands grasping at his tension filled spine. You’ve shared many kisses, sweet and sultry, frantic and lust filled, but something about this hunger is foreign to you. 

His kiss is filled with wanting yes, but it’s almost like he’s trying to tell you something but forgot the words. His hands on your thighs urging you to listen, please please please understand, they say, clutching at the muscle like he’s afraid you’ll never know. 

But you do, and so do your lips and your hands and you try your hardest to speak his language; responding to every bite with a nip of your own, gasping when his hands ask, kissing away the sleep still in his eyes. You know what he’s saying, I love you, I’m sorry you’re cold, I’m sorry I made you come on this rain coated trip, I love you I'm sorry, I love you I love you.” 

Your boy, always so embarrassed to tell you how he feels, but never afraid to show you. 

When you pull apart, hands locked together still, eyes gleaming with an inside joke, a shared confession; you can see he wants to say something, see he’s trying to build the courage to split his heart open. Instead he flits his eyes up to the sky and smiles. 

Look honey, the suns coming out” 

And you understand. 

© LUVTAK 2024

[chuluoyi]

everything, but not anything

- gojo satoru x reader

you were his last remainder of the happiest blue spring in his life, until your untimely demise. and on the death's door, he finally found you again.

genre/warnings: angsty wangsty, consolation towards the end

notes: i said i can't create gojo fics without feeling depressed, so here i present to you, angst. it's inspired from a thread in twitter i read about how gojo was given everything but he couldn't do anything and my heart just incredibly hurts and―this happened. it's unedited because the idea popped into my mind at 1 in the morning

i wrote this while listening to this wonderful song. consider it the theme song for this piece. i highly recommend you to read this and listen to it!

[update] sequel -> found you

general masterlist

You were so pretty. So really pretty, in fact. And he likes pretty things. Perhaps that was what spurred him to spontaneously ask you out.

You declined him at first―after all, he was a special grade weirdo. And you half-expected him to give up soon enough, only that he didn't. He persisted like a cockroach, smothering you with his very being. Then like a sweet romance novel, you too finally fell for him, melting at his clumsy attempts to woo you.

And by God, you were happy together. To Satoru, it was the brightest, most vibrant page in his life. And with his very being, he would do everything he could to protect you. After all, he was blessed with the best, he had all means to protect you.

He should've known better.

It started with his failed star plasma vessel mission. Riko was dead, and at that time he was just numb. Later, he made excuses. He couldn't have foreseen that a sorcerer killer would join the fray and made a mess of things.

But then his best friend, Suguru, left. Satoru couldn't make excuses any longer. For that, he was wholly responsible. From then, he realized that just being strong wasn't enough. And throughout those dark days, you were with him, consoling him as you brought his head to your chest, letting him sleep in your arms.

"Don't ever leave me, okay?" he whispered at the dead of the night with hoarse voice. It made your heart sting. You nodded and ran your fingers throughout his hair, mumbling a soft "of course."

And you never did. You were always by his side.

Satoru was really grateful for that. To have the last years of your life by his side. Looking back, it was like a beautiful mirage.

He had hidden himself behind the facade of the strongest. The unreachable. Untouchable. It felt nice, still is. Before he had known it, he had drawn this line between himself and other people. Between him and you. He wasn't lonely, but he was at the very same time.

And perhaps he had gotten way too arrogant, and thus the heavens decided to humble him.

He couldn't prevent the Shibuya Incident from happening. Worse, he fell into the enemy's hand and got sealed, and just before he was trapped inside that accursed box, he saw you die. And even after the most excruciating 19 days of his life afterwards, he couldn't do anything about it.

Your face haunted him. The tears you shed for him still lingered at the tips of his fingertips. The blood from your mouth still soaked his vision.

"Satoru..." you croaked. You were afraid. Afraid of dying, but most of all, afraid of leaving him. You had promised him once, on the bunkbed of your dorms back in Jujutsu High, that you wouldn't leave him. Tears wouldn't stop falling from your beautiful eyes.

Satoru burned that image on his mind. He wanted to hate himself with every fiber of his being, but then you said the most damnable thing possible.

"Thank you... for everything..."

And you had a smile on your face. In your last moments, you decided to convey how much he meant to you in this life. How much you cherished him. You prayed with all your heart that it would reach him.

And once again, just like the first day he saw you at the training grounds of Jujutsu High, Satoru found you to be really breathtaking. You were beautiful even as you laid dying. Even as his visions were obscured as he fell into the darkness.

Inside the prison realm where time passed long and uncertain, he made himself numb once again.

You were his most cherished figment of the most precious memory held in his heart―the three years of his youth. He wouldn't have changed anything about it. He was devastated, severely so, but so did the sweetness aftertaste he felt.

Your feelings reached him, and because of that, even if the road ahead was long and hard and painful, he would stay on that road.

If it meant he could meet you again on the other side of this dream... he'd stay and move towards tomorrow, no matter how bleak it was.

When his comrades freed him from the prison realm, he gained knowledge that most people he knew were also dead during his absence. Nanami. Yaga. The students.

Perhaps it was his curse. To be blessed with everything, but not being able to do anything about it.

He had nothing more to lose when he fought against Sukuna. He gave it his all. Everything his life had led him to―he put it all on the line.

And suddenly―suddenly, he was back to the happiest chapter of his youth. Everyone was there. Suguru was there. Nanami, Haibara, even Riko.

And you.

On the other side of that dream, you were once again standing before him, in your old uniform, just like when you’d get ready for a class so many years ago, and with the smile he fell in love with. The smile he would gladly fight the world for.

"Satoru," you called, breathless, but just like before you left him the first time, you frowned and your eyes suddenly glistened with tears. "Why... are you here? How did you―"

But you choked back your tears when he ran to you and pulled you into his arms so tightly. You heard him grunt, and then to your surprise, slightly sob.

Now he is no longer Gojo Satoru, the strongest. He is back to a young sorcerer wanting so badly to live his youth to the fullest, happiest.

"You lied to me," he reprimanded you amidst his weeping. "You left. You freaking left―"

Your vision blurred. "I'm sorry..."

Satoru let you go to have a good look at you. You were no longer bleeding. Your insides were intact. Just a little crying because you couldn't help it.

"I love you, you know that right?" he blurted with the most sullen expression he could muster. He turned back into the child-boy you somehow fell in love with.

"Satoru," you breathed out, anxious. "You shouldn't be here―"

"I should," he cut you with a firm tone. "I have no regrets. I have done what I can, and now―"

"But the others―they need you! They need you, Satoru."

He drooped his head. He had thought it over too, but he had come to a final conclusion. "No. They don't."

Maybe it was finally the time to let go of it. It was time to just... pass it over. No more interventions. No more tipping the balance of the world itself.

Immediately, you understand what he means. Gojo Satoru has served his purpose. There was nothing left that he must and could do.

"You waited long, huh?" you whispered with tears, yet a smile bloomed on your face.

"I did."

"Then... now that you're here," you offered your hand towards him, and then looked at the faces of your friends. They were all beaming at you and him, waiting for this exact moment.

You stared at him fondly, lovingly.

"Would you... walk this road with me once again?"

Satoru snapped his head. He nodded at you with pure certainty, zero hesitation. "Yes."

He took your hand, grasping it tightly in his.

"Even when there's a possibility that you have to walk to the other side of a nightmare again?”

"I would," Satoru resolutely replied.

Because it's you, he would. He'd willingly and gladly cross the throes of hell and set out on this lonely yet hopeful journey, just to meet you.

You chuckled at him heartily, and Satoru felt the immense love he held for you as the two of you walked towards tomorrow, without regrets.

It may be his curse, to have everything yet nothing at the same time. But each time he would be faced with this decision, he'd remember that feeling and let go of everything just for this very chance to live a life with you again.

[sniktbaby]

nothing else matters

summary: you are on vacation in greece with hugh.

warnings: the Fluffiest of Fluff, smut at the end tho, vacation romance, reader struggles with depression and low self-esteem, sugar daddy vibes, marriage proposal, making loveee, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, creampie

word count: 5.7k

author's note: i have been suuuper sad and depressed lately, so i wrote this for my own comfort and thought i'd share with the class. enjoy <3

You were never one for pampering and spoiling. You had learned to live with receiving the bare minimum from the people in your life. Accepted it, thinking that the smallest amount of affection was all you were worth.

But ever since you met Hugh, you couldn’t help but appreciate his grand displays of affection. He treated you so well. You felt cherished, adored, every moment you spent with him.

Hugh gave you the attention you had always craved.

You were laying on a large bed with the softest mattress and the comfiest pillows pressed against you. The silk sheets felt nice against your bare skin, cool in comparison to the warm sunlight that shone in through the massive windows that overlooked the beautiful beach in Mykonos. Hugh had surprised you with a trip to Greece after you had mentioned in passing that traveling there was on your bucket list.

You felt fulfilled, basking in the fresh smell of the water and the heated sun rays beaming across your exposed skin. Hugh had spent the night worshipping your body so well, you had fallen asleep before having the chance to put your pajamas on.

Hugh enters the bedroom, already dressed in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants, something casual but still managing to look expensive on him. He had decided to take a morning run, letting you get some more much needed rest.

He approaches you with a fond smile. Hugh loves seeing you like this, at peace in his presence. It had taken him a while to break through your heavily armoured walls, so he savours these moments of vulnerability. Like now, wrapped up around the blankets, basking in the sun like a cat curled by an open window. He’s never seen anything so beautiful.

“There’s my sweet girl. Still sleepy?” he asks, taking a seat at the edge of the bed beside you. He trails his hand down your back, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin.

You stretch, yawning as the sheets slip to reveal more of your nude body. The way the morning light plays across your skin makes Hugh ache to touch you all over again.

“I never want to leave this bed,” you moan, your voice muffled against the pillow squished to your cheek.

Hugh chuckles softly, his fingertips tracing slow circles on your lower back. Watching you like this - completely unguarded - is one of his favourite things in the world to do.

“You say that now,” he hums, “but you haven’t even seen what I have planned for today.” He leans down, his lips grazing the shell of your ear just enough to make you shiver. “A private tour of Delos Island, then dinner under the stars at this little rooftop restaurant I found. Lots of champagne followed by…” He pauses. “...whatever else your heart desires.” His hands slide up your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck as he props himself up on an elbow beside you.

His words send a thrill through you, though his touch alone could convince you to do anything. Hugh knows exactly how to reel you in, gradually and deliberately, like he’s been doing since the day you met. “You’re too good at this,” you mumble sleepily.

The thought of leaving this bed feels almost criminal, especially when he’s looking at you like that. His gaze lingers on your face, full of admiration and something deeper - something that enchants you and terrifies you all at once.

No one has ever looked at you like Hugh does - not just with desire, but with reverence, like you’re something rare and sacred. It makes you feel powerful, and fragile.

It makes your chest tight.

“I’m only good at it because it’s you, love,” he says, his voice low. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb grazing the curve of your jaw. “Every time I see that pretty face of yours, I’m reminded of how lucky I am. And if spending every second making sure you know that is what I get to do…well, I’m going to take advantage of it.”

He then leans in slowly, nose brushing against yours, giving you time to meet him. He’d wait forever for your kiss.

But you don’t make him wait. With a small sigh, you tilt your chin up, closing the distance. Your lips brush against his softly - timid at first, then deeper, slower, as if trying to memorize the taste of him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” you murmur against his mouth.

When you pull away just enough to speak, your eyes locked onto his, he feels it deep in his chest - this overwhelming need to give you everything.

“Get used to it, baby,” he whispers, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone. “I’m never going to stop loving you.” He presses another gentle kiss to your lips. “For as long as you’ll let me.” He pulls back to grin at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A slow, shy smile spreads across your lips. “You keep saying things like that and I might actually start believing in fairytales.”

You reach up then, running your fingers through the gray hair at his temple - your favourite spot to touch - and tug him down for another kiss, this one more relaxed and indulgent.

When you kiss him, slow and trusting and tender, he feels it everywhere. Like you’re writing your name on his heart with every glide of your lips against his.

He shifts, easing himself on to the bed beside you, pulling you close so your bodies are aligned shoulder to hip. One arm curls beneath your neck, the other resting low on your waist. “You’re already in one,” he whispers before deepening the kiss.

The weight of him beside you, the heat of his body seeping into your skin - it all feels impossibly perfect. Like you were meant to fit together like this, tangled in silk sheets and stolen moments. His kiss speaks a language only you understand, and you melt into it willingly, completely.

When he whispers those words, you can’t help but feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You break the kiss gently, your forehead resting against his. “I gotta be the worst candidate for fairytale princess.” Your voice cracks, caught somewhere between laughter and self-doubt.

Your uncertainty cuts straight through him. He catches the glistening in your eyes, and damn, it takes everything in him not to kiss every trace of apprehension off of your face until you forget what doubt even feels like.

“Babe…” he breathes, tightening his hold around your waist, bringing you even closer, like he can shield you from every insecure thought with just the beat of his heart against yours. “I admire how you feel everything so deeply, love so deeply. You walk into the room and make the air lighter without even realizing it.”

He removes his hand from your waist to cup your face, thumb brushing gently beneath your eye, ready to catch any tears that dare to escape. “If anyone deserves to live in a fairytale, it’s you.”

Electricity surges through your veins as his words wrap around you like a lifeline. You want to believe him - God, you’re desperate to believe in yourself the way Hugh clearly does.

And maybe, just maybe, you can. If only because he says so, because he has made it impossible to doubt the magic in life when he looks at you like you’re his own personal miracle.

You press your lips to his once more, a brief kiss, before burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of him - orange flower and saffron, mixed with a salty musk from his earlier run.

“You’re going to make me cry for real if you keep talking like that,” you mumble.

Hugh lets out a quiet laugh. The vibration hums between your bodies as you nestle into him. You press your lips to his neck, and he shudders at the feeling of your warm breath against his skin. He swears, no one has made being alive feel so damn beautiful.

“Well, we can’t have that,” he teases, shifting just enough to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Not unless they’re happy tears.” He trails his fingers lazily up your spine, tangling them in your hair, holding you close. “And even then, only if I get to kiss them away.”

You let out a shaky giggle, the sound muffled against his skin, before pressing a kiss just below his jawline. His scent, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat - all of it grounds you in a way nothing else ever could.

“If I didn’t know any better…” Your tone is playful, but there’s awe woven through it too. “...I’d think you practiced these lines in front of a mirror every morning.”

Hugh smirks. The kiss below his jaw sends a slow burn through his veins, and he has to fight the urge to roll you over fully and lose himself in the softness of your lips, your touch, your presence.

“Oh, you wound me, babe,” he jokes, placing his hand over his chest in mock offense. He’s quick to thread his fingers through your hair, massaging small circles into your scalp. “None of this comes from practice. It all just…comes out, because it’s true.”

You shiver at the richness of his voice. There’s something so achingly honest about how he speaks to you - like every syllable is carefully chosen, not to impress, but to remind you that you’re cherished.

Slowly, you lift your head from the crook of his neck, your eyes glassy but smile unwavering. You trace a fingertip along his jawline, the beginnings of stubble rough beneath your touch. Your voice is quiet when you speak. “You really are something else, you know that?” You lean in, placing a featherlight kiss at the corner of his mouth.

Your touch, your voice, the way you look at him like he’s some kind of revelation - it all short circuits his brain in the best way. He should be used to this by now, being looked at with adoration, but not with you. It’s different coming from you.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmurs, taking your wrist and guiding your fingertips to his lips, kissing the pad of each finger. “I mean, I’d prefer ‘something special’. Or maybe ‘once in a lifetime’.”

He flashes you a boyish grin. “But seriously, baby, you say that like you don’t realize, you bring this out in me.”

Your lips part slightly, startled by the intensity of his gaze and the way his lips cradle your fingertip - so simple, yet so intimate. It stirs something deep inside you, a quiet confidence you’ve never felt before. As if you’re not just another woman in love with Hugh Jackman, but someone who brings out parts of him no one else ever could.

“You say that like I handed you some grand inspiration,” you retort softly, shaking your head with a bemused smile. “I’m just…me. Flawed, messy, annoyingly stubborn, and prone to overthinking absolutely everything.”

God, your sincerity only makes him love you more. This incredible, complex woman who thinks she’s just ‘flawed’ and ‘messy’ when she’s honestly the most beautifully whole person he’s ever known.

He lifts his hand to frame your face, thumbs brushing the apples of your cheeks, holding your gaze like he can will you to see exactly what he sees.

“That’s exactly it.” His voice is firm but thoughtful, because you need to hear this. “It’s not about some grand inspiration or the perfect muse carved out of marble. You feel everything so deeply, it could move mountains. I see you, constantly, fighting your own doubts to let me love you. You-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hungry kiss, your fingers clutching into his shirt as you pull him down on top of you.

Tears are swimming in your eyes again, unashamed and unguarded. The way he continues to hold your face like you’re something precious makes it harder for you to breathe. Every word he speaks settles into places inside you that you thought were too broken to heal.

In the same way, your kiss steals the breath right from his lungs. It’s fierce, desperate, like you’re trying to pour every ounce of your heart into this single moment.

And hell, he’s right there with you.

He lets you pull him down, bracing himself above you as he surrenders to the fire you ignite in him. He breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips, his voice gravelly and low.

“Marry me.”

The words slip out before he can stop them. He searches your eyes, his heart pounding harder than it ever has on a stage.

Your breath catches, sharp and stunned. Your fingers, still curled in the fabric of his shirt, tighten. Your eyes widen, searching his face, expecting to find hesitation - or perhaps amusement. You can’t speak. Can’t do anything except stare at him, the man who speaks love like poetry, who turns ordinary moments into magic, who just asked you to spend forever with him.

Time seems to freeze. The world beyond this room - the distant crash of waves, the whisper of the wind through the curtains - fades away until there is only this moment, only the weight of his question hanging between you.

“...What?”

He swallows hard at your question, the heaviness of the moment settling over him like nothing he’s ever felt before. Not nerves. Not fear. Just this overwhelming, aching love that threatens to spill out of his ribs and drown you both.

“I asked you to marry me, baby.”

He repeats the words without hesitation, even as he feels the corners of his eyes burn. He hops out of bed for a quick moment, sticking his hand into the top pocket of his suitcase, his fingers closing around the small velvet box tucked away there. He hadn’t planned for this - hadn’t planned to ask you here, in the aftermath of whispered confessions and tangled sheets. But now that the words are out, he wouldn’t take them back for anything.

He crawls back into bed with you, flipping the box open with a flick of his thumb. Inside rests a delicate band with a pear-shaped diamond. He knew you wouldn’t have liked something super flashy and outrageous, so he opted for something more classic and timeless.

“I was going to wait until tonight, after dinner. But…”

Your gaze drops to the ring - simple and elegant - and something inside you cracks wide open.

Your lips tremble, forming silent words that don’t quite reach your throat. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, as if your heart is trying to break free. Then your eyes meet his again, shining with tears you no longer bother to blink away. “You…planned this?” Your voice comes out as barely a whisper, full of disbelief and something softer - hope.

Hugh nods, his throat tightening as he watches you take in the ring. “Yes, love. I planned this.” He lets out a nervous laugh. “I picked out the ring a few weeks ago. I was going to propose after dinner tonight - a romantic setting, candlelight, the whole romantic cliché. But you…” He pauses, his thumb brushing gently across your knuckles. “You undo me in the best ways. Make me forget scripts, plans, lines. You just…make me feel. So yeah, I planned this.”

A sob escapes from your lips and you quickly clamp a hand over your mouth, as if trying to contain the rush of emotions spilling out of you. Your watery eyes lock on to his with an intensity you’ve never felt before.

“Hugh…yes.”

It slips out - a whisper at first, trembling and uncertain, like you’re testing the word. Then stronger, clearer, “Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss that tastes like promises and forever.

The moment you say ‘yes’ - even the first time, your voice quiet and trembling - hits him like a tidal wave. His girl. You’re making this choice - forever - together.

He barely has time to register that before your arms wrap tighter around him, pulling him into your orbit, sealing your declaration with a kiss that feels like a vow. He pulls you into his arms, crushing you to him like he’ll never let go. “You have no idea how badly I wanted to hear that.”

He kisses you then, deep and reverent, pouring every dream he’s ever dared to imagine into it.

You kiss him back with everything you have, heart hammering so loudly you swear he can hear it through your chest. The taste of salt from your tears lingers between you, mingling with the sweetness of this moment - of saying yes, of choosing forever, of realizing dreams really do come true when your soul has found its match.

When you finally break apart, you rest your forehead against his. “I think I do,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “I’ve seen the way you love - with everything you’ve got. And I promise you, Hugh…I’ll love you that way too.”

Your words - those beautiful, fearless words - are like a prayer he never knew he needed. And when you kiss him again, slow and deep and full of promise, he feels it everywhere. In his chest. In his blood. In the very foundation of who he is.

He groans softly into your mouth as your thigh presses against him, skating over his hip, your heat stirring something primal in his gut. But he forces himself to move slowly. This moment isn’t about urgency. It’s about you. Both of you. About the fact that you said yes to being his, always.

He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands sliding to cradle your face, his thumbs sweeping across your damp cheeks. “You already do, love. You already do love me like that.”

Another sob breaks free from your lips. You close your eyes briefly, as if memorizing the way his voice wraps around your heart. When you open them again, there’s a new sense of calm in their depths. “You make it easy.”

Hugh lets out a husky chuckle. “You make everything easy,” he murmurs back, pressing a lingering kiss just below your ear, your pulse fluttering wildly against his lips.

Then, gently, he begins to map out your body like he’s committing it to memory. Starting at the slope of your shoulder, he traces a path down your arm with featherlight kisses, feeling you shiver beneath him. Each touch is deliberate, each movement careful.

You let out a soft sigh as his lips trail along your skin, each kiss lighting tiny fires that spread throughout you. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be - nowhere else you’ve ever been - that feels this safe, this sacred.

Your fingers thread through his hair as if anchoring yourself to him. Your moan quietly when he reaches the inside of your wrist and presses a kiss there, so tender it aches. “Hugh…” Your voice is barely audible, a mix of wonder and longing, as if speaking his name like a spell - one that binds you closer, deeper, forever.

He lifts his gaze, darkened now with something deeper than desire - possession. Devotion wrapped in hunger. He wants to claim you, worship you, make love to you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.

“There’s something I want to do,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with intent, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your forearm as he slowly makes his way back up to your neck. “When I’m inside you…that’s when I want to slip this ring on your finger.”

Your breath catches mid-gasp, your entire body already arching towards him as if pulled in by an invisible string. Your fingers tighten in his hair, your hips shifting restlessly beneath him as you search his eyes - dark, tender, full of reverence - and find yourself melting into him. “Do it,” you whisper, your gaze never leaving his.

Just the sound of your voice - low, breathy, willing - almost undoes him. The way you look at him, like he’s the only man in the world, makes his pulse thunder in his ears. He needs to show you just how worshipped you are, how cherished. How much you own every part of him.

“But not yet, love,” he murmurs against your skin, his lips trailing lower, nudging your thighs apart as he settles between them. “I need to make you feel good first.” He presses his lips to your hip bone. “Need to show you how perfect you are.”

A shiver runs through you at the velvet promise in his voice, at the way his hands guide your legs apart like he’s uncovering something divine. Your breath stutters as you obey, giving him exactly what he’s asking for - yourself, open and trusting.

You watch him through half-lidded eyes, the sight of him positioned between your thighs sending a wave of heat curling through your belly. “Please…” The word slips out before you can stop it. Your hips lift slightly off the bed, your body yearning for the pleasure only he knows how to give.

Your plea wrecks him. It coils around his spine and sets him on fire. He braces his large hands on the inside of your thighs, holding you open, his breath fanning over your center before he even touches you. Teasing. Torturing you both.

“So eager.” His eyes lift to yours. “Such a good girl.”

And then he dives in.

His tongue drags slowly over your clit, through your folds, down to tease your entrance. He tastes every slick, swollen inch of you, groaning against your skin, the sound vibrating through your core as he sets a rhythm - steady and relentless.

Your back arches sharply off the mattress, a strangled cry escaping your lips as his tongue meets your sensitive flesh. Every nerve in your body comes alive at once, sparking and dancing just beneath your skin. Your hands fly to his head, gripping handfuls of his curls - not to control him, but to ground yourself as your world begins to tilt.

“Oh God…” Your voice is unrecognizable as you spread your legs wider, shamelessly offering yourself to him, surrendering to him completely. Your hips buck lightly against his mouth, chasing every stroke, every swirl, every devastatingly slow drag of his tongue. You can feel it building already - the tight coil in your stomach, pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

Hearing you cry out - so undone, so completely lost in him - it’s the most beautiful melody he’s ever heard. He grips your thighs tighter, holding you steady as he devours you.

He slides two fingers inside you, curling them as his tongue circles your nub - slow, then faster. Firm, then lighter. He wants to hear you scream, wants you to forget every name but his. “So wet for me,” he moans against you. “So fucking beautiful…”

Another thrust of his fingers, another flick of his tongue, and he feels your walls begin to flutter.

Your toes curl, heels digging into the mattress as you lift yourself helplessly against his mouth one more time. “Hugh…oh God…I’m gonna-”

You don’t finish the sentence, your climax crashing over you before you can form the words. It rips through you like a storm - wild and all-consuming. Your moans fill the room, echoing off the walls like a hymn.

As you start to come down, you fall back against the pillows, trembling and breathless, your chest rising and falling like mad.

Watching you fall apart beneath him - feeling you pulse and quiver around his fingers, hearing those helpless, broken moans - is the closest he’s ever been to heaven. He slows his pace but doesn’t stop, drawing every last ripple of pleasure from your body, because you deserve nothing less than total ecstasy.

Once he’s sure you’re satisfied, he kisses his way up your trembling frame before hovering over you with a smug grin. Bracing himself on one elbow, he uses his free hand to brush sweat-slicked strands of your hair away from your face. “That’s my girl.” His soft voice is laced with pride and love. His lips find your jaw, then the corner of your mouth. “So beautiful.”

You turn your face, catching his mouth, your lips moving against his with a desperate tenderness. Your body feels boneless, like you’re floating, but the sound of his moans pulls you back, reminding you that you belong here, with him.

One of your hands slides up his chest, fingers splayed wide as if trying to absorb every thrum of his heartbeat. “I love you.”

Hugh presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes for a brief second as he lets your words sink in. Lets your gratitude, your awe, your love wash over him. “I love you too,” he murmurs. His hands slide to your neck, pausing there, feeling the quick flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips.

You swallow hard, overwhelmed by the weight of his love, the magnitude of how deeply he feels for you. No one has ever loved you like this - like you’re vital to his well-being, his endless daylight after years of darkness.

Your eyes fill with tears again, not from sadness or joy, but from the sheer enormity of being loved so completely.

There’s a slight waver in your voice when you speak. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.”

Hugh lets out a slow breath. He knows what you’ve been through, what this means to you. “You deserve to be loved like this.” He presses his lips to your jaw. “Every second.” Another kiss to your chin. “Every breath.” To your cheek. “Every sunrise.”

His lips peck at the tip of your nose, causing you to giggle. That light, airy sound fills him with so much bliss. He can’t wait to spend forever doing things just to hear that sound. “I am never going to stop loving you, never going to stop proving it either. You’re stuck with me, baby. Forever.”

When his lips finally find yours again, you respond with a whimper, pouring every ounce of your love into the kiss - no longer afraid of how much you need him, no longer hesitant to admit that you are wholly, irrevocably his.

“I believe you,” you whisper against his mouth - a vow as much as a surrender. “I’m yours. All of me. Always.”

Hugh breaks the kiss just long enough to sit up, peeling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Then he leans back over you, bracing himself on either side of your shoulders, letting you feel his solid weight. His chest presses against yours with every breath, a steady rhythm of closeness that says more than words ever could.

“Say it again.”

You let out a breathy laugh as your hands glide up his bare sides, tracing the ridges of his muscles with your fingertips. You pull him closer. “All of me,” you repeat, your voice soft, almost solemn, lips brushing against his with every word, “belongs to you.”

Your arms wind fully around him, hugging him flush against your chest as if you could melt into him, become a part of him.

He lets out a low, shuddering groan as every inch of your soft frame molds to his body. “Baby…” he rasps, barely holding it together as he lifts his head to look at you - his fiancée, his love, his forever.

He slips his pants down just enough for his shaft to spring free, brushing up against your wet center. One big hand cups your face, fingertips moving through the hair at your temple as his other hand holds his length, positioning the tip at your entrance. He pushes his hips forward, slowly sinking into your heat.

You let out a soft whimper, your legs shifting naturally to cradle his hips, welcoming him home. “Yes…” Your nails trace lines down his back.

He lowers his body fully as he pushes deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s buried completely inside your warmth. He stills for a moment, taking in a sharp breath as he lets the feeling consume him - how perfectly you fit around him.

“You feel so good, baby.” His voice is rough as he fights the urge to move too fast, too hurried. He turns his head, finding the curve of your neck, placing kisses along your skin.

You let out a shaky gasp as he fills you, your body yielding to him with a natural grace, as if you were put on this earth just to do this. As if you’ll never stop. Your arms tighten around his shoulders, palms flattening against his broad back as you cling to him, relishing in the delicious stretch. “Mmm…” The moan slips from your lips like honey. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, body adapting to his rhythm.

He lifts your leg suddenly, reverently, pressing a kiss to your knee before sliding it higher, over his shoulder, opening you wide for him. The change in angle alters everything. He sinks deeper, hitting places inside you that make you gasp against his skin.

His hand grips your thigh, holding you in place as he adjusts his pace - still slow, still deliberate, but heavier. More intense. Each thrust drives him further into you.

“God, baby…” he growls against your neck, nipping lightly at the tendon standing taut beneath his lips. “You’re so damn tight like this. So perfect…”

Your nails dig into his back, leaving scars across his skin as your body trembles in response. “Ohhh…” The sound is drawn out, breathless. Your head falls back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure floods every nerve.

His free hand slides beneath your back to support your slight arch as he increases the pace - still controlled, still deep, but now edged with something hungrier. Each thrust of his hips is a statement. A vow. A reminder that you’re his and he’s yours and nothing else matters but this connection, this fire burning between you.

“You feel so fucking good.” His jaw tightens as he fights to stay composed.

Your body burns - alive and electric - with every stroke. You cling to him tighter, fingernails pinching at his skin before travelling upwards, tangling in his hair. You pull him down, pressing your mouth against his in a kiss that is equal parts hunger and love. Tongues slide, lips bind. Your other leg tightens around his hip as if trying to hold him inside of you forever.

“Mmm…oh God…” You break the kiss with a whimper, your breaths coming faster now, matching the force of his thrusts. You clutch him tighter as your body begins to coil once more. “Don’t stop…”

He keeps kissing you - fierce and desperate - stealing what little control he has left. He kisses you with everything he has, swallowing your cries, feeding you his moans, losing himself in the pleasure. “I won’t stop, baby,” he promises, his voice ragged, breathless, as he breaks the kiss to look at you - flushed, gorgeous, completely lost to him.

He shifts slightly, his thumb finding your clit and circling the nub as he pounds into you. “Come for me, baby.”

That’s all it takes. At his command, your body seizes. Your inner walls clamp down hard around his length, legs shaking as your climax crashes through you like thunder. “God, Hugh! Y-You feel so good…I can’t…” You choke on the words, overwhelmed, undone.

Watching you come apart like this - so violently, so beautifully - it’s the most intoxicating thing he has ever seen. Your walls are squeezing him, cries filling the room, eyes locked onto him like he’s your entire world. It’s too much. He can’t hold back anymore.

“F-Fuck, baby…” he groans, his control snapping as he slams into you one final time, burying himself deep as his release strikes through him. His hips jerk as he empties himself inside of you, marking you.

He collapses onto you, breathless and shaking, peppering your face with kisses, still half-lost in the haze of your lovemaking. “You alright, love?”

Your breathing is uneven, shallow, as you struggle to return to solid ground. Slowly, you blink up at him, your eyes glossy and your lips parted, before a blissful smile spreads across your face.

“Mmmhm…” you hum lazily, your hands drifting up to his strong biceps, your thumbs stroking the thick veins that decorate his arms. Your legs fall open as he releases his hold, relaxing, but your heels are quick to press into his ass, keeping him close.

“I’m more than alright.” Your voice is soft, dreamlike, saturated with love and satisfaction. You pull him down for another slow and tender kiss before resting your forehead against his.

He lets out a chuckle against your lips, his heart still hammering in his chest. You’re everything. More than perfect. More than he ever dreamed. He grabs the velvet box sitting on the pillow beside you, opening it with a wink that makes your heart flutter.

Then, slowly, he slips the ring on to your finger, gazing at it as it fits into place like it was always meant to be there.

“Just like that.” He kisses your knuckles, your newly adorned hand trembling in his. “Now the whole world will know you’re mine.”

Your breath hitches - not just at the sight of the ring sparkling in the bright sunlight that peers in through the windows, but at the raw sincerity in his eyes. This man - this beautiful, powerful, tender soul - has made you his forever.

“Hugh…” A tear slips free, lips trembling, mirroring the soft shake of your hands as you lift your joined fingers to your mouth, kissing his hand. “It doesn’t feel real, but it is, isn’t it?” You give a quiet laugh, blinking away more tears as you smile - a radiant, unguarded beam that lights up your entire face. “I’m yours.”

Hugh feels his own eyes sting. Yes. It’s real. You’re real.

“Yeah, love.” His voice is barely above a whisper, thick with everything he’s feeling - love, pride, gratitude, awe. He brushes a stray piece of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear before cupping your cheek, his thumb catching another tear. “It’s real. And you’re mine.”

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Could I request headcanons for Harleep, Astarion, Gale, Wyll, Halsin, Dammon, Rolan, and Zevlor with kind and patient gn s/o? This is quite self-indulgent of me because I have been told I'm too nice & so patient so I'm curious how they would react XD

first of all sorry for being so late, but my small brain has to process things multiple times to make sense, so i wrote this like... 5 times? So it takes me a while, but i hope that waiting was worth it.

Also i saw you sent a second ask to see if i recieved this one, so ill put dammon and rolan there cause this is starting to get a bit long:3<3 thank you so much for your patience!:3

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Headcanon: BG3 men with kind and patient s/o. (pt. 1)

Zevlor:

Zevlor is emotionally a wreck already, he considers kindness a virtue and it definitely makes him swoon when he notices you put extra care in making sure he's treated with kindness. At the end of the day, he basically got bullied on all fronts when all he really wants is to prove himself worthy of the title he carried for so long.

Zevlor has a short temper too, and he appreciates so much your effort and patience in dealing with his outbursts, whether they are of rage- not towards you of course- or of sadness, you offer always a shoulder for him and he cherishes it so much.

He is lowkey jealous when he notices that your kindness is not mostly exclusive to him, he has learned that people can abuse one's patience and care, and 1. he doesn't want you to get hurt, 2. he wishes your kindness was maybe reserved to him. Call him selfish, but after being deprived of it for so long, he is hesitant to let go of it.

Astarion:

Initially he would be very wary, in his experience being nice always lead to him getting hurt, so why would he trust someone who's default reply is kindness? At the end of the day the last time someone was '''''kind''''' to him, he was turned in a vampire spawn, so he takes it extra slow, he has just regained control over himself, he won't blindly accept kindness. He's lowkey afraid you are just part of a bigger scheme that will bite him in the ass and leave him shackled and caged again.

Once he gets accustomed to your kindness and finally accepts it, he revels in the kindness you offer and your patience, especially the smallest gestures like opening a door for him. He will literally melt for it, he's already smitten, your kindness leaves him like mush in your hands.

Nevetheless every good side, comes with a negative one. He is dead afraid your kindness will bring you to get hurt. He often reminds you to be weary and keep all your kindness for people you trust (HIM), rather than going around and helping every lost soul that asks for help. He will fight you on this a few times- especially if you do get hurt or it is obvious you are about to- he will not bite his tongue and keep it for himself, and that's one of the moments when he's glad you are patient.

You understand where it comes from and you try your best to find a solution that would make both happy. Your patience of course doesn't stop there, he knows he's an handful: he carries an heavy trauma baggage and he has a feisty personality, yet you always show him you don't mind, that you are there for him and that he can take all the time of the universe to sort his problems out.

Wyll:

Wyll would find it so endearing, how you are ready to go to someone's aid, you stop on your tracks to support someone in need, and he would love seeing you being kind to everyone. It's probably one of the reasons why he falls in love with you. Unlike Astarion he encourages you to be kind to everyone, cause he considers it a virtue, he incourages you to be the best version of yourself, and he reminds you that if you do get hurt, he will be there to pick up the pieces.

As far as patience goes, he's grateful to the moon and back, he knows he is an handful, especially if he doesn't break his pact with Mizora and has to leave more times than ever. He makes sure once he's back though that he makes up for lost time, whether it is with gifts or by taking care of you.

Haarlep:

Harleep is so used to Raphael that honestly he's taken aback at first, living in the hells means that kindness is hard to come by and around Raphael? It's either a trick or a miracle, so he brushes it off, not repelled like Astarion would, but definitely not eager like Wyll either.. he would be probably the one that takes it as it is, just.. that. But when he gets used to it? He becomes unsufferable. So unsufferable that he goes around demanding Raphael to be treated with kindness and patience! He purrs whenever you are nice even the smallest, thanking you and praising you like a goddess. He even tries to be nice himself- to you only- and despite it has to be and effort, since he has never been exposed to much kindness, he does become a little more mindful, even asking before taking your form or just with small acts of services.

One time Rapahel makes sure to send a message to you through him. "Tav, Raphael asked you stop being nice to me, cause if i demand it from him as well, he's going to turn me into fertilizer", message delivered with a pout that begs exactly the opposite.

Harleep is another that is deeply afraid of your kindness. Let's be real, you can defend yourself as much as you want, but people tend to use people and your kindness is one of those characteristics evil people would pry on- he knows well since its literally part of what he does, and a facet of what Raphael does as well. He probably scolds you a lot for this reason, he does it in a sweet way- don't get me wrong- he sugarcoats the shit out of it, but he will let you know when you are about to get in peril or you are too careless with your kindness.

Gale:

Gale is touched by your kindness, already from the first days after meeting him.

You had helped him out of his blotched portal, you fed him artifacts, you didn't question his secrets or push him to reveal anything, and he doesn't give that for granted. Once he's closer to you, and he learns that you are unconditionally kind to everyone, he's scared.

He starts warning you to be a little less nice, to use your judgement before you blindly trust a stranger, but he doesn't push it past a warning. As much as he wants to protect you, he doesn't want to take away your chance to grow from your errors.

In matter of your patience he's so grateful, he spends days thanking you when he's still afflicted with the orb condition, he cooks as a form of apology or thanks depending what he did, he gets baths started for you, he's treating you as a queen/ king. He alread would do it, but with you? He's even more protective, he almost feels like he has to match your kindness and patience with as much attentions he can muster.

Halsin:

Halsin is a fair man you think he wishes everyone was kind, but he actually wants you to be fair, he wants you to be mindful of who you give kindness to, he wants you to be a reasonable judge rather than unconditionally nice cause it is the way of the nature as well. Nature is not only nurturing and lush, it's also the poisonous vipers and herbs.

Does he appreciate when you are kind? Absolutely, he thinks it's the best gift Silvanus has ever bestowed him, but it doesn't take away the fact that he wants you to be treated kindly as well, so the moment someone crosses the line and starts abusing your kindness or becomes rude, he's definitely stepping in to s h a m e the other person. "You are lucky you have met Tav, cause they are kind, but nature wouldn't be so understanding and patient" He says it with a rage you rarely see in his eyes.

He will do his best to remind you to surely practice kindness but also to be mindful who you help and who you are kind to, cause there's always rotten that can harm you, and lowkey if you get hurt he will invite you to take back what you gave.

Despite this Halsin considers kindness the bare minimum a person should be, and what stops him from encouraging you to be kinder, its just the knowledge that you might get hurt.

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could I request it being the first time ur in a relationship for valentine's and youre not sure how to make it special for sylus because you've never celebrated before ? :)

My First Valentine

Sylus x gn!Reader

I wrote most of this today even tho the request came in a week ago 💀 sorry

Warnings: fluff, anxiety, nervousness, embarrassment, kissing, gift giving, flowers, Valentine's Day, insecurity, declarations of love, established relationship, pet names, reader is implied as being shorter/smaller than Sylus

Word Count: 1,922

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'45 Fun And Romantic Valentine's Day Date Ideas!' '13 Fun Valentine's Day Activities!' '25+ Romantic Things To Do This Valentine's Day!'

You sigh, closing yet another tab of holiday ideas. You don't know how many websites you've looked at now, all of them promising fantastic gifts or experiences, sure to sweep your partner off their feet. But none of them felt good enough. Not for Sylus.

All your life, Valentine's Day was another lonely day. Your friends and their partners would be out and about or getting together at home, and you'd be stuck in pjs, eating ice cream and watching the same cheesy rom-coms as the year before. The most you'd ever gotten out of the day was in school, when you'd get those little themed cards with a heart-shaped lollipop poked through them.

Now that you have a partner, every single thing you come across feels too cheesy, or like something he wouldn't be into. Not to mention, anything you could possibly buy, he could get on his own with his gobs of money.

Go on a trip? He owns his own private jet; he could go anywhere anytime.

Buy him flowers? More likely than not, they'd wilt twice as fast in the darkness of the N109 Zone.

Dinner at a restaurant means you'd have to find some really fancy place to suit his tastes to make sure he has a nice time. Cooking something yourself could hardly compare to his professional private chef's cooking.

You could get him some vinyls, but you'd hate to get him a duplicate. Weapons? Well, he's got that covered; he deals them.

Asking Luke and Kieran is a non-starter when they're equally as likely to give you good advice as fake advice that would make you look foolish.

You can't fathom how your friends make it look so easy to make plans for the day and get gifts for their partners. Though, you suppose, none of them are dating a multi-billionaire (if not multi-trillionaire or more) crime boss.

You sigh and close your laptop with a snap. What does Sylus enjoy that you can treat him to as a special holiday treat? Something you can feasibly accomplish before the actual day rolls around? Something other than a cheap visit to the arcade or the cat cafe...

Wait... Actually...

Sylus knows you live in rather modest means. He always insists you pay with his black card so you're not stressing about going broke. Why would he suddenly expect you to dish out wads of cash now on a trip or gift? Anything you give him - even if it's a cheap toy from the dollar store - he'd cherish like a gem.

And that's when the idea forms.

With all the preparations written down, you text him, bubbling with energy.

Syyyy

You seem rather playful all of a sudden. What's got you excited, kitten?

You can tell all that from one word??

No, I can tell all that because I know you

Awe 🥺 stop being so cute

Anyway!! I actually wanted to tell you that I have Valentine's Day all worked out!

Oh?

But it's a secret!

Well now I'm interested. What do I need to do for these plans of yours?

Just show up at my place at nightfall on the day of :3

That's it? Why do I feel like I'm being lured into a trap?

Oh yeah the worst trap of all a doting partner who wants to pour all their love on you

Alright. I'll see you then, kitten

But don't think I'll be showing up empty handed

I'd be concerned if you did ngl

Ily <3333333 Goodnighttt

Goodnight, sweetie. I love you too

-

For how simple your plan is - or perhaps because of how simple your plan is - you've never been more nervous in your life. You've double and triple checked everything, made sure he'll be comfortable and not too disappointed with what you've come up with, and second-guessed yourself several times about whether this is actually a good idea.

Not that it matters. You'd be really down to the wire to come up with something new now.

You pace the living room, wringing your hands together, chewing your lip, fussing with your hair. You feel like a dog excited to see its owner when you hear a patterned knock on the door. So excited you nearly trip over the corner of a blanket in your haste to answer it.

Sylus is there to greet you, an easy grin on his face and softened eyes. A large bouquet that you'd drown in rests deceptively small in the crook of his arm. A bag hangs from his other hand, but he sets it down when you step into the hall to hug him.

He chuckles fondly, squeezing you tightly to him and kissing your head. "You look cozy," he teases playfully. His fingers tug at the back of your pajamas.

You laugh nervously as you step back. "Ah, yeah. It's part of the stuff I planned, actually."

He quirks an eyebrow. "I'm a bit overdressed."

"Don't worry! I got you some!" Your face grows hot. You feel like an idiot, flustered and inexperienced. "Come in, so I can explain better."

You take the bouquet from his arm. It's full of your favorite flowers, their delightful aroma tickling your nose as you carry them into the kitchen to look for a vase. You have to rely on your muscle memory to move around; they completely block your vision. Sylus follows in after you with his bag, peering around the little space of your apartment. He'd offered to get you a bigger one, once. Somewhere with a view, soundproof walls, and all the upgraded appliances you ogled in the stores. But you refused, and he respected that, even if it meant being inconvenienced by the lack of space for someone of his size.

His eyes land on the couch, covered in blankets of all sizes. Various DVDs cover the coffee table alongside a neatly folded pair of pajamas. It's cluttered, but purposefully so, as if the mess has been built into the experience.

You find a vase (bought after the first time he bought you flowers that you had to divvy up between various drinking cups) and settle the bouquet on the small dining table. There's no room left for two people to eat there. You come back out looking a mite more disheveled than before.

You smile awkwardly up at him, eyes flickering from his face to your setup as you rock back and forth on your feet. "So! Um, I've never actually had a partner to celebrate Valentine's Day with before, so I used to get a bunch of ice cream, maybe some takeout, and I'd just spend the night on the couch with a bunch of cheesy rom-coms. And now we're together and I didn't know what I could do because you can have anything you want at any given moment. But, um, I just thought, for my first Valentine's Day with someone, I could... share my 'tradition' with you." You exhale a shaky breath. "I know it's probably not what you were expecting..."

"Sweetie," he gently interrupts your rambling. He sets the bag on the couch, then closes the space between you, holding your face in both his hands, urging you to meet his eyes. They shine with something warm and sweet, like cherry wine. "It's not what I was expecting, but it's better than anything I could have imagined."

You scoff. "You're just saying that."

He shakes his head. "I can't buy a tradition, sweetie. This is something that means a lot to you. I'm fortunate enough to be the one person who gets to share it with you; no amount of money could do that."

Your heart feels light. It floats around your chest like a balloon filled with helium. Butterflies flutter in your stomach to join in on the fun. Is this how your friends felt with their partners? It's addicting. You try to blink away the incoming tears before they can form.

"What did you bring?" you ask suddenly, redirecting the conversation away so you can have a chance to gather yourself.

Fortunately, he lets you have it. With a knowing smirk, he kisses your forehead and steps away back to the couch. You miss the proximity immediately.

He pulls out each item one by one, holding it up to show you. "Wine. I can't say anything about how it'll taste, but the label was pretty, so I thought you'd like it." He sets it on the coffee table.

"You mentioned that you liked to go to the store the day after to buy the discounted candy. Well, it wasn't discounted, but I grabbed a variety." Those remain in the bag, but he has to shift it all around to reach something at the bottom.

He seems the most proud of - and the most nervous for - this one. He glances over at you before he pulls it out, as though double checking he has your attention. From the bag comes a hoodie, that he holds by the shoulders to let it unfold. It's nothing too special to look at, but the size is what strikes you. When he holds it up, it's clearly the perfect size for him. His ears tinge pink as he holds it out for you.

"You complained once that I don't have any hoodies for you to steal, like other couples do," he reminds you, voice soft and vulnerable.

He watches carefully as you step forward and reach out to feel the material. It's soft. So soft. You take it into your arms. The familiar scent of Sylus wafts up from the fabric; his body wash, his cologne, him. You hold it up to your nose to smell it better as you look up at him in awe.

"I wore it for a couple days," he admits. "If you don't like it, I can-"

"I love it." You really are going to cry now. You step forward, clinging the hoodie to your chest as he wraps his arms around you. "Sy, this means so much to me. I'm never gonna be able to take it off."

He chuckles. His arms squeeze you just a bit tighter, pull you a bit closer. "I'm glad. You're my first Valentine, too."

You pull back enough to look up at him. Your eyes are glassy, surprise to earnest on your face. "Wha- Really?"

"You sound surprised."

"Well, I mean, I just- You're so... you. That's a compliment, by the way."

"I was waiting for the right partner," he says with a huff of laughter. He dips his head down, soft lips capturing yours in a meaningful kiss. When he speaks again, it's in soft murmurs between kisses. "I'll go change... into the pajamas you got me... and then... we can watch... your movies."

The butterflies are back in full force. Each kiss has them flittering about, doing swoops and swirls in your stomach, wings tickling your insides. "Okay... Mm, but, stay here a bit longer..."

He smiles against your lips, hands sliding up your body to hold your face as he tilts his head, yearning to taste more of you, feel more of you. "Love you, sweetheart..."

You blindly set the hoodie on the arm of the couch to hold his fancy shirt in both hands, drawing him closer, knuckles brushing against the defined muscle beneath the fabric. "I love you, Sylus... Mm, so much... so much..."

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[quintiscent]

Bleach Men Worshipping You

Content: pure fluff and (maybe) a teeny bit of smut. Fem reader. MDNI, nsfw under the cut.

Characters: Byakuya, Jugram, Kira, Uryu, Tsukishima, Shuhei, Gin, Ginjo

A/N: It’s been a while again!! (Don’t mind the fact jugram is the cover, I’ve been brain rotted about him) Please note that I wrote these at different times BUT I finally found some time to write things, and I hope you guys enjoy these word vomit bulk post(s)! (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

(part 2) (part 3)

He would honestly be enamoured with your eyes. He’s DEFINITELY a person who believes the eyes are the windows to someone’s soul, and he fully appreciates them. You would catch him staring at you a little longer, or completely focus on them while you’d talk. Everytime you two would be close, he would hold your face and just look at them before kissing the sides of your face, and telling you how much he cherished them. He would tell you such sweet nothings about them, how it reminded him so much of precious gems. In more heated moments— he adores the tears that runs down from them when you’re all whiny and can’t take his length in, no matter how much you try. He always kissed those tears away, praising and telling you how well you were doing as you looked at him with glossy eyes. He adores how glossy they become when the pleasure becomes too much for you— He truly can’t get enough of how pretty they looked.

— Byakuya, Jugram, Kira, Uryu, Tsukishima

The kind of guy who isn’t ashamed to stare or pick out clothes for you that would make your chest the main source of attention. He somehow makes his way to do so, even if you refuse at first but he knows what kind of clothing you may like. Even if his advances werent enough to sway you, he still appreciated your chest very much. He doesn’t care how big or small they might be, he loves them all. When the two of you relax and cuddle, he’s definitely going to IMMEDIATELY shove his face into your chest. It’s comforting and relaxing for him, sometimes it embarrasses you but he usually reassures you with a kiss. If the two of you are out, Hes definitely more possessive. He would purposely get all touchy with you and glare at anyone who seems to stare for too long. If you tease him enough with anything that makes your chest more alluring to him, you’ll end up beneath him. No matter what, this man truly loves them—he’ll end up marking them while telling you such praises of how well you’re doing and how nicely you’re taking him. He’s mesmerized with the way your chest moves with each of his thrusts—he’ll purposely speed up just to see them move in tune. He will never get enough of you, even if it means the both of you end up overstimulated, even if it means your chest will be covered in his bites and his back covered in scratches by you.

— Shuhei, Gin, Ginjo

DO NOT steal, reposts are appreciated! Asks are always open ♡

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Don't do this request if you haven't done the 3.2 quest but I'm feeling like making the anaxa fandom cry so here we go. Imagine his significant other (us) who was his wife he loved dearly. Phainon breaks the news to us that he ripped out his own coreflame and wanted him to deliver us a letter Anaxa wrote. Of course we cry from reading the letter but at that time we were best friends with Aglaea so she comforts us about it.

a/n: I'm so sorry this has been sitting in my inbox since the start of 3.2

Anaxa is gone. You haven't quite processed it yet. Everything just feels...numb. His absence is like a wound you have yet to feel the phantom pain of.

He told you this would happen. It was inevitable that he would have to say goodbye. Now here you are, sitting alone in the Okheman residence Aglaea provided you with. Silence consumes you as you try to cope. How long have you been here?

A knock comes at the door. You almost don't register it, something new to break through the quiet of your empty home. The knock comes again. So it wasn't a trick of your imagination after all. You slowly get up, opening the door to see Phainon, his blue eyes more downcast than usual.

"Hello, Phainon." It's hard to muster even an ounce of happiness right now, although you suppose it's nice to see a familiar face.

"Hi..." He trails off when he sees you. You don't even want to imagine how terrible you must look right now. Grief is not becoming of anyone. He doesn't comment on it, merely holding out a letter to you. "Professor Anaxa wanted me to give this to you."

"Thank you." Your heart feels like it's been restarted at the mention of his name. Your hands take the letter like you're handling the most precious treasure in the world, nodding to Phainon before closing the door again.

Back leaned against the door, you unfold the letter to see Anaxa's familiar scrawl.

My dear,

By the time this reaches you, I will have already surrendered the Coreflame of Reason. I know we already realized that we must part, but I will not let the Flame Chase Journey or the Titans keep me from saying one last time that I love you. Let this be a permanent reminder of that, even when this world is remade. I will find you there and we will meet again.

- Anaxagoras

Your fingers ghost over his words as you hold the paper close to your chest. The last gift Anaxa ever gave you.

Three quick raps on the door. Aglaea waits patiently for you to answer, but nothing comes. As much as she did not agree with that blasphemous scholar, one thing they had in common was how much they cherished you. She couldn't help but worry what would happen when Anaxa was gone.

She pushes the door open slightly to find you sitting in the middle of the floor, letter in hand and tears streaming down your face. She rushes over and takes you into her arms. Her hands gently brush over your hair as she lets you fall apart.

"Shhh, I know," She comforts when you try to get out a few broken words, so you simply let yourself be held by the Goldweaver as you grieve.

[wcnderlnds]

just want you to know | bucky barnes

・❥・ summary: bucky can't help but look at you like you're the best thing in the world ・❥・word count: 793 ・❥・warnings: n/a ・❥・ authors note: i haven't wrote anything bucky in about four years so this is a short one while i get used to it again! this was a request from this list. feel free to request any! 

When Steve had left, you were the only person that Bucky had until he reconnected with Sam. Their friendship had brought Bucky out of his shell more — something you had tried to do and failed. Well, you thought you’d failed anyway but little did you know that Bucky would’ve been lost without you after Steve had left. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings. Maybe it was because Hydra had brainwashed him and he was still constantly fighting to regain his own sense of being. The truth was that he was scared to express himself in fear of having his own thoughts and feelings taken away from him once again. Besides, you were his best friend. Bucky didn’t have many friends so those he did have he wanted to keep under lock and key. So, he would always resolve to never telling you how thankful he was for you or how much he cared for you. No, he’d keep up his usual gruff, moody persona so you wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Little did Bucky know you struggled with the same internal conflict.

Feelings had never been something you struggled with. It actually wasn’t often you really caught feelings for someone but when you did, you usually had no qualms about telling said person. With Bucky, it was different. He had been through so much. The friendship you two had was something you cherished — you didn’t want to change things between you and end up setting him back. He had made so much progress. Besides, it was just a stupid crush, right? It’d pass eventually.

Unfortunately, it didn’t. It all came to a head one night when you and Bucky were spending time with Sam and his family. They were having a celebration and, of course, Sam had invited the both of you. Usually it wouldn’t be your type of scene but turning Sam down was never an option. That man would incessantly bug you until you finally caved.

As the night dwindled down, you and Bucky sat at one of the picnic tables scattered around. There had been a barbeque earlier in the day, various plates of food still scattered across the place with leftovers. You cradled your drink in your hand, soaking in the warm Louisiana air. It was a nice night – you’d even go as far to say it was a perfect night. The stars were shining in the sky, the moon paired with all the various lanterns around the place casting a soft glow. Your attention had been focused on Sam who was saying goodnight to his nephews. Your family was nowhere to be seen these days. The life you had chosen – being associated with the Avengers – wasn’t something they wanted to be involved in. Steve had taken you under his wing and in turn that meant Bucky, too. The two of them came as a package. Those two and Sam were the closest thing you had to a family now. But, now, Steve was gone so all you were left with was your loud, obnoxious best friend Sam and Bucky; the best friend you were falling in love with.

As your thoughts drifted to the man of your affections, you finally tore your eyes away from Sam to see Bucky was already looking at you. There was a look in his eyes you’d never seen before. It was soft, gentle, like you were the only person in the world. Your heart rate picked up, fingers nervously peeling at the label on the bottle you had in your hand. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked quietly.

Bucky let the silence linger before he finally spoke. “Like, what?”

“...like…. never mind.” You shook your head, opting to take a long swig of your drink. There was no way you were voicing the thoughts inside your head. You weren’t going to tell him you thought he was looking at you like you were the only person in the world that mattered. Surely you were projecting, only seeing what you wanted to see.

“Looking at you like you mean everything to me?” Bucky didn’t wait for you to speak before carrying on. His tone was calm, his gaze unwavering. He didn’t know how he’d found the confidence to finally voice his feelings but he couldn’t take it back now. “Because you do. I don’t… really know how to navigate it. How to explain it but I just need you to know that.”

Your hand reached over to lay on his, squeezing it gently to let him know that you understood. You understood more than he realised because you felt the exact same way. Maybe one day you’d have the same courage Bucky did to be able to tell him.

[museaux]

Solace - Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader

wc: 841

warnings: (family) trauma, feelings of worthlessness

banner: cafekitsune

an: i’m at the end of s3 and can’t stop thinking about him lol. also, this is my first time writing for pope + a non anime fandom in quite a while so pls read with an open mind LMAO

Constantly playing second fiddle in every aspect of your life will make a weary soul out of anyone. Andrew, one of these second fiddles, was a deeply troubled soul who quietly longed to be first—even for just a moment. Though he longed for it, he felt undeserving of being a priority. His standing as a second thought, family muscle or the occasional nuisance served as a reminder of all his missteps—his punishment for existing under the thumb of the pain and legacy that came with the Cody name.

Unlike his brothers, and contrary to his cousin’s assumed position from the outside, Andrew saw himself as little more than a glorified errand boy. And whenever Smurf was involved directly, he was a lapdog, ready to follow her every command. That’s why, after he sat up in bed waiting for his alarm clock to chime at 6 a.m., he took a moment for himself; built a quiet ritual that placed him in the coffee shop not too far from his home every morning. He liked to sit in the corner of the shop, where for just 10 minutes, he was the only customer. Not a Cody. Not Pope. He didn’t have to worry about any familial hierarchy or job. In those moments, he was just a man with no responsibilities or identity beyond his coffee order. Every Tuesday and Thursday, these quiet mornings were especially cherished as there was one beautifully kind barista who would greet him with a warm smile and sometimes, a pastry on the house.

Six months ago, that woman wrote her number on the plastic container that encased a breakfast croissant. Since then, the two have been seeing each other. He didn’t really know how it started, only that he found himself back at the shop one Friday night at the end of her closing shift, listening intently as she told him the story behind her first tattoo. Sitting under the dim light with her that night felt different. Made him feel normal, like someone actually wanted to know and be known by him. Like he wasn’t scaring anyone away by simply existing in proximity to them.

What he felt in her presence that night kept bringing him back to the shop every other Friday at closing time as he listened to her talk about her life, offering up bits and pieces of himself as well every now and again. Tonight, he had found himself at her apartment, lost in her scent with his head on her chest as she stroked his arm and massaged his scalp. Under his cheek, her mocha-colored skin was as soft as a cloud, and though delicate, able to hold him in her bosom with ease. The sensation of her acrylics tracing up and down his arm was just enough sensation to keep him grounded in the moment (and not in his head).

“You know, you’ve never brought up your family. In all the time we’ve known each other, you’ve heard all about mine. What’s yours like?” Her smooth voice gently broke the silence between them. Listening to her was like hot fudge melting over a cold, perfectly formed scoop of ice cream—it was addictive. Sweet. He was quiet for a moment before answering. “There’s not much to tell. They’re…dysfunctional at best. I love them but… I—well. It doesn’t matter.” By this time, his eyes had closed. He was allowing himself to sink into the still unfamiliar sensation of safety and relaxation her closeness inspired. In her arms, he wasn’t a Cody or Pope, or anything else. Just Andrew. He wanted to hold onto this version of himself as long as he could, uninterrupted.

“It absolutely matters, Andrew,” she said softly. “Have you told them about me?” Her question hung in the air for a moment as he took a deep breath. “No,” he frowned. “Th-they tend to... ruin nice things. What we have is just for us. I’d rather not taint it with my family. You’re good, and for some reason, you chose me. They wouldn’t rest until they took that from me.” A single tear fell from Andrew’s eye and onto her chest as he spoke.“I’m sorry, Andrew,” she whispered. “We don’t have to talk about them.”

He lifted his head to meet her gaze. “You don’t have to apologize, y/n. They’re a lot to deal with. But when I’m with you, I don’t think about them. That’s a good thing…” he paused. “They don’t exist when I’m with you.” his eyes glossed over as he took in her expression. “Even when we’re just sitting in silence, it feels like I’m existing without expectation—for the first time ever.” A soft smile spread across y/n’s full lips as she leaned in to kiss his trembling lips. “Then let’s just sit,” she said. At her kiss and her words, Andrew found himself smiling—really smiling. His head returned to her chest, where he gave a soft kiss as they listened to the rhythm of each other’s breath for the rest of the night.

[fandomfixationstation]

This is a rewrite of earlier posts I once wrote on a different blog. I am revisiting this and trying to improve on what I wrote and once again doing this for myself and other asexuals who lack the content and kindness others get. Writing this for every fanfic I've read where the character breaks up with the reader for being asexual and doing better. 

That said, Everything will be entirely my headcanons and you aren’t required to agree with my interpretations of the characters and story.

Rook Hunt

Rook is grateful that you're willing to tell him and is likely to tell you something along of how brave and beautiful you are for being about to do so. He’ll be sure to tell you that you can always tell him when you don’t like something he does. Though he is rather observant so it’s likely he’ll stop before even being told it’s upsetting you. He is always reassuring that asexuality doesn’t make you broken, it makes you whole, and there is nothing more beautiful than being your truest self. 

At the end of the day; I don’t think Rook is physically affectionate, he can be. But it’s not his to go to. He will recite poetry and write even more comparing you to the best parts of one's day. Expressing how your smiles are the highlight of his day no matter how little the smile. Regardless he’ll do his best to make you feel like you are royalty. After all you are the Roi/Reine de mon cœur (King/Queen of ‘my’ heart {his heart}) 

Rook I think takes great joy in giving you gifts and also having things that will subtly match. Nice matching wrist watches, but you wouldn’t know they were a set unless you knew the brand. Or having matching lapel pins even. He also would be more than happy to get you flowers occasionally, each time having the most enchanting message from the carefully picked out flowers.

At the end of the day Rook respects whatever boundaries that are set, he just wants to see you happy. He wants to see you grow into the person you are. Whatever that may look like, no matter the highs and lows. Together you will walk through the rocky path of the future, hand in hand.

Silver

At first, This is him being confused but he’s got spirit and mindset. Silver has enough wit about him to be able to tell that this is something important to you and your personhood so he’ll of course listen. Making sure to get to a point in which he understands what you’re telling him. He definitely takes time to ask what is on and off the table, he even understands if somethings changes on a day to day basis. 

This is the fairy tale dream, because Silver’s love is so unconditional. He has always loved you for you. He will tell you how brave you are. how he loves you even more for being so vulnerable and honest. You will get cute picnics and dancing in the woods and singing even if it isn’t his strong suit. Though he would settle for being able to gaze into your eyes on a pleasant afternoon.

He doesn’t treat you any differently than he had been before, still giving you those love filled eyes with that gentle smile. He’ll always remind you how much you make his heart race and how your smile is always contagious. 

If you're familiar with the concept of Asexual people wearing a black ring to express their asexuality, I raise you Silver, getting you both Matching black rings. Because he would wear one in support of his partner. 

Kalim Al-asim

Well, Kalim is smarter than a fair few people will give him credit for. If he doesn’t understand right away he knows what questions to ask to get him on track. I.e. what does that mean for/to you? What do you want your relationship with him to look like for the foreseeable future? 

I think after overstepping boundaries in previous relationships of any kind, he’s going to aim to preemptively set boundaries or respect boundaries that aren’t ever established.  Is it over correcting on his part? Absolutely - but an effort is being made to respect and cherish those he loves and cares about.

Brightside is he will be your personal hype man, he will always be aiming to make you feel comfortable and appreciated. After all there is no more noble cause than being in love, and to define what love looks like is an impossible task, and he’ll adore every moment of your unique and precious love in every shape. 

Idia Shroud

This is either going to be very controversial or not at all, I'm not quite sure. But I am just going to say it. 

Aromantic Asexual Idia Shroud.

So He gets it. He been knew? He is understanding and respectful.

I think Any relationship with Idia is unconventional but that isn't a bad thing by any means.

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