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[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝚰𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐄

*in sleep deprived menstruation voice* hope you guys enjoy!! 💞💞

[nxuvillette]

“LET’S KEEP THIS HUSH, HUSH.”

CEO SECRET RELATIONSHIP W/ TR MEN

synopsis: messing with the ceo of your rivaling company didn’t seem that hard to let go of.. or did it?

❥- including : ran haitani, sanzu haruchiyo, rindou haitani

❥- note : trying this again! praying it actually works 😭 reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, ceo!reader, bonten timeline, all men are ceo’s, mentions of harassment (sanzu), praising, use of pet names (baby , angel , princess), slight breeding kink (ran + rindou), creampie (all), some possessive behavior, mentions of pregnancy (rindou).

♡ RAN HAITANI

you never expected to fall for someone like ran haitani. 

he was cunning, attractive, and quite a clever man. he also ran one of the best businesses in all of Roppongi. he attracted all kinds of women by just doing simply nothing, so when he saw you at a club, you didn’t think it would be anything more than a quickie in the bathroom. 

that quickie turned into dates, hookups at his apartment, and him taking you out more than you had anticipated.

however, all of that changed when you discovered that ran just wasn’t a ceo for some random company, but it was the same company that rivaled yours. your father had some previous ties to the business and he seemed to have forgotten to mention it to you when you took hold of the reins. you were now worried. as a ceo of your own company, you placed yourself at risk for possibly sabotaging things that your father had worked so hard to create. 

but, you just couldn’t help yourself. 

your face was smooshed into the leather of ran’s expensive couch. his fingertips danced along your spine while his cock lazily dragged inside of your walls. you had told yourself you weren’t going to see him tonight. you wanted to ignore his text messages, but there was something about his presence that drew you in. he was addictive. 

“you’re taking me so well, angel..” he squeezed the plush of your ass, savoring how soft your skin was. 

your eyes rolled back from how well ran was fucking you. there was just something about how he did it that made you light on fire. it’s what made you come crawling back to him every single time. “a-ah! ran! yes, right there!” you mewled when the tip kissed that spongy spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure over you.

the older haitani loved how pretty you sounded right now. he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. you were too damn perfect to ever pass up. he didn’t give a single shit if you two were meant to be “rivals.” how was someone like him supposed to never see someone like you? you were one of the only women he genuinely saw himself being comfortable with. he didn’t want to be a secret, but for you, he’d do absolutely anything.

his grip on your hips tightened and his pace suddenly became quicker than it had originally begun. “ran! fuck, fuck, cum inside me!” you cried, turning your head just a little so you could see his handsome face.

he couldn’t stop the smirk he wore from writing itself on his face. god, he had been wanting to do that for so damn long. “ah..? okay, baby, i’ll make sure you’re nice and full when i’m done..” he cooed, pushing you further into the couch.

skin slapped against each other as ran’s pace was practically animalistic. he groaned deeply when he finally met his release. spurts of his cum made its way into your cunt, making you shiver from how it felt. that had been the first time he had ever came inside you, and you honestly craved it a lot. it was so amazing.

he pulled out of you, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i’ll gladly be your secret, baby, but nobody better touch you other than me..” 

♡ SANZU HARUCHIYO

you met sanzu in an odd way one evening. you were on the way home from your long and tiring work day when some random guy kept egging you on. he kept making comments towards you and practically begging for you to give him any ounce of attention.

well, the guy didn’t end up leaving you alone, and he ended up trailing after you in a pretty shitty part of town. you couldn’t lie that you weren’t scared. the sun had already set and that guy was hot on your tail. you could try calling the police but you knew full well that they wouldn’t get there in time to help you, so you tried your best to rush out of there and lose the guy.

unfortunately, he caught up to you and ended up yanking on your arm. you let out a scream and shoved him away from you, but he was quite strong. you thought you were about to be robbed or even worse, but that all immediately fizzled out when someone had intervened. a man with bubblegum pink hair had the guy shoved on the ground. he kicked and beat the shit out of the guy, leaving him completely scared and helpless on the dirty floor. 

sanzu had tended to you the moment he saw your frightened expression. he brought you to the police station and you reported the man who had been following you. you thought that would be the last time you’d ever see him, but that wasn’t the case.

you saw him more often than you should have. you two started a connection with each other and began to go out to bars or even little dates. you tried to tell yourself it was just platonic, but you disliked how your heart would often skip a beat whenever you saw his name light up on your phone. the only issue was that sanzu was the head of a huge company in Tokyo. he rivaled you, and seeing him could cause issues within your business. however, you just couldn’t stay away.

that’s how you ended up in your own office with sanzu hovering above you. his cock bullied your walls, making it difficult for you to keep quiet. “mmm.. sanzu! oh, god..” you moaned, looking at him through your eyelashes.

a smile stretched across his scarred lips. he knew from the beginning that you were his rival. he had seen you before, but he could care less. you were a beautiful woman and he couldn’t lie that you made him happy. “keep sayin’ it, baby, scream out my fuckin’ name so everyone in this building knows who’s making you feel good..” he then began to play with your swollen clit, increasing the pleasure. 

you practically screamed his name when you finally came all over his cock. he thought it was so cute seeing you becoming such a mess for him. “s-sanzu! sanzu!” you whined, trembling within his hands from your orgasm.

your desk began to creak from the movements and the weight you both were putting on it. sanzu’s pace was rough and fast. you could hardly keep up with him. his cock was twitching and within seconds he felt himself let go inside of you. he loved how warm your pussy felt around him. he just couldn’t help himself.

he kissed you sloppily, biting on your lower lip. “don’t think we’re much of a secret now, are we..?”

♡ RINDOU HAITANI

rindou haitani was quite the charmer. he didn’t have the best luck with women, but when he did, he treated them like angels. that was no different when he met you at one of the clubs he DJ at.

he drew you in almost instantly. his expensive cologne, lavender hair, a smile that could make any girl drop her panties. you knew hooking up with him that night would be good, and you thought it would be just a simple one night stand. most men your age never really stuck around after one sex filled evening, so you placed your expectations below what they usually were.

though, it shocked you when rindou continued to message you, even after your hookup.

although you were a little unsure of his intentions, you decided to keep seeing him. he took you out on nice dates, and he had even went as far as buying you a few nice gifts from expensive stores. it wasn’t until your assistant pointed out who rindou actually was that you realized how wrong it looked to be seeing someone like him. rindou ran a company that rivaled yours. it shocked you that you hadn’t noticed far sooner, but you just couldn’t stay away from him.

you repeated to yourself over and over that you wouldn’t fuck him again. you shouldn’t be doing it at all. 

but, your body had betrayed you and that desire for him lit like a candle in the dark.

rindou had your legs around his waist. his thrusts were deep and fast, making you cry out in pleasure every single time he reached those great spots inside you. he had you just where he wanted you. “rindou..! fuck, it feels so good..!” you threw your head back onto the pillow behind you. 

“heh, you enjoying yourself? you’re so fucking beautiful..” he groaned, leaning down to nibble at your neck.

you gasped when rindou bit down on that sweet spot on your neck. he sucked on it hard enough that there would for sure be a mark afterwards. it’s like he was begging for you two to be caught by others. that thought alone didn’t seem to bother rindou. if anything, he wanted people to know what you two were doing with each other. 

you clawed at his back when you felt your orgasm hit you harder than a truck. rindou couldn’t help but grunt when your pussy clamped around his cock so perfectly. fuck, it’s like you were made for him. “so good for me, baby, so fuckin’ good..” he quickened his thrusts, inching him closer to his high. “want me to cum in you..? make this pretty pussy all mine?” 

“y-yes! yes, please, rindou!” you cried, nodding your head.

he held your thighs tightly, fucking the absolute shit out of your cunt. you were so fucking great. he never found someone like you. he didn’t care what your statuses might be. all he wanted was you. 

rindou groaned one last time then he reached his climax. he had completely let go inside of you. thick cum filled your womb, leaving a huge mess inside. you took it all so well. he didn’t want to leave your snug walls. “wanna go again..? maybe i can give you a baby while i’m at it..” he smirked.

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[mitfloya]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

pairings. Rafayel x gn!reader

wc. 6.8K

synopsis. He believes that by isolating you, he can protect you from the outside world and ensure your happiness together. In his twisted mind, this is his way of creating a perfect and eternal bond, you’re his muse, his statue of beauty, his own aphrodite.

warnings. The following content contains elements of obsessive behavior, yandere thoughts, stalking, possessive behavior, and may include poorly written narratives. Reader is referred to as 'you'. Proceed with caution, as this writing may be unsettling or uncomfortable for some individuals.

a/n. Hiyaaa! Thank you so much for the people that have helped me make my post manage to slip through the timeline! I kid you not I had to break my spine with this issues I kept running into (the ori yandere Zayne post is gone, I’m sorry for the inconvenience), if any of you have any suggestions on how to make my post made it into the tags please tell them on the comments section. Get ready and have some snacks and hope you enjoy reading another hc I made

♡ Please reblog and comment on this post are much, much appreciated ♡

A manchild…? you love this guy? Me being a slander and simp at the same time

To put it simply, Rafayel is always the damsel in distress and YOU are his knight shining armor. He needs your attention and protection 24/7, you don’t want him to end up dead, do you? The whole universe will miss him. 

First of all, he loves you. Second of all, he hates you. 

You’re like a goldfish, how could you not remember the vows you both made when you were just a little kid?! The mere fact that you failed to recognize his face shattered his heart into pieces, for you hold immense significance in his life.

The weight of your indifference crashed upon him like a tidal wave, leaving his emotions in ruins. It was like a tornado tearing through his soul, causing a gut-wrenching ache that seemed to consume him from within.

It creates a twisted cycle of emotions that he struggles to contain. He yearns for the love you once shared, yet despises you for not remembering the bond you had. 

Perhaps he regrets not taking action in the past to ensure he could always locate you, to have left a distinctive mark upon you as a means of tracking your whereabouts.

You should’ve recognized him at first glance. Where have you been? He thought he lost you, he doesn’t even want to wish upon your death but you make it harder for him not to.

You’ve grown so much and so many changes but you’re still the same person he met at the beach, and it makes him feels so many emotions at once, it’s the first time he has managed to put a rein over his emotions, he could’ve coax you to come to his studio and locked you up, if you were to recognize him.

His heart longed to show much he misses you yet his mind tells him to seek revenge. It’s like his body and soul is splitting. Do you know how much damage you are causing him?

You must understand, my dear, that he is determined not to repeat past mistakes. It is time for him to take drastic measures, to make a promise that will bind you to him forever. He sees you as his ultimate protector, his unwavering shield. From this moment forward, you will never leave his sight again.

In his eyes, you have always belonged to each other, from the very beginning. Your destinies intertwined, your fates entangled. He craves the security of knowing that you are by his side, guarding his every step, his every breath. No longer will he allow even the smallest sliver of distance to separate you.

From the beginning you are his as much as he is yours.

His artistic talent is both his greatest strength and his greatest weapon. Through his art, he immortalizes his love and hatred for you, capturing the complexities of his emotions with every stroke of the brush. His creations serve as a constant reminder of his twisted desires. 

Initially consumed by hatred, he concealed his love, allowing it to resurface gradually, in subtle and tender ways. 

It’s the slowest burn you could ever imagine. Painstakingly slow.

As Rafayel's hatred gradually diminished, he began to express his feelings more openly, albeit subtly, leaving significant hints about the depth of his emotions towards you. Similar to a small forest fire that grows steadily, each progression was deliberate and methodical until it consumed the entire forest, an uncontrollable blaze that can’t be extuingish.

Say goodbye to freedom and welcome to his world, now that you’re his. He will be the center of your universe.

Clinginess is an inherent trait of Rafayel's nature. He craves your presence and attention, unable to bear the thought of being separated from you even for a moment. He will go to great lengths to ensure that you never leave his side.

You've grown accustomed to his playful nature and constant need for attention, but be prepared for an amplified version, as his demands intensify. Good luck dealing with your man ♡

He is a man of pride, he immortalizes you through his art, proudly showcasing pieces dedicated to you at his exhibitions. While abstract in form, this exclusivity serves to intrigue others, leaving them pondering what makes you so special in his eyes.

Unknown to you hidden away within his personal stash, there is a gallery dedicated solely to you. Every piece of artwork revolves around your existence, capturing his obsession with meticulous detail. The walls are adorned with portraits, each stroke of the brush reflecting his twisted love for you.

But at the very least, he showers you with lots of love and affection, no more holding back.

In relationships, he presents himself as a calm and romantic partner, radiating an aura of serenity akin to the sea. He enjoys spending quality time with you, whether it be casual outings or simply sharing space in silence. With him, you will never feel alone.

But do not be deceived by the calm waters, for they possess the ability to draw you into the depths of darkness, leaving you submerged and unable to resurface. His obsession remains unpredictable, much like the ever-changing tides of the sea. 

Oh, how you've stumbled into his clutches the moment you made that fateful vow. There is no turning back, my dear. You have fallen into the siren's trap, lured by his haunting charm. You are now forever entwined in his grasp, unable to break free. You should have thought twice before crossing paths with him if you weren't planning to stay.

He has two preferred methods of dealing with nuisances. He may choose to be smug and show off his superiority, rubbing his success in their faces. He revels in flaunting his success and talents, using them as a means to intimidate and belittle those who dare to steal you away.

However, if they persist, he is unafraid to resort to physical means, utilizing violence to eliminate them from your life. He goes to extreme lengths, even shedding blood and concealing the evidence of his actions, all in the name of safeguarding your well-being and maintaining his possessive hold over you.

His possessiveness knows no bounds, his desire to claim you as his own overpowering any sense of reason. He will go to great lengths to ensure that no one else can possess you, viewing you as his ultimate masterpiece.

When faced with difficulty or resistance from you, Rafayel won't hesitate to take drastic measures. He is willing to use any means necessary, including drugs, to put you to sleep and kidnap you. He will isolate you in his studio, ensuring that you will be together forever.

His studio, the place where he creates his art, becomes both a sanctuary and prison for you. Within its walls, he controls every aspect of your existence, dictating your every move and stifling your individuality. It is a place where his obsession can flourish unchecked.

You will forever remain under his possession, as he claims you and binds you eternally.

© 2024 mitfloya — all rights reserved. kindly refrain from altering, translating, or repost my works on any platform without my consent, do not claim my content as yours.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

can you prettyyyy please write a little piece abt best friends older brother choso n sucking him off n fucking him till ur both overstimulated :(( 💔💔

Oh boy can I, sucking him off and overstimulation are one of my two favorite things ♡

Sucking and fucking your best friends older brother until you're both overstimulated. NSFW. gn!reader.

A/N: I kinda went ham and its...long.

You and your best friend had been friends since you started college. Sharing a dorm but soon transitioned into sharing an apartment. There were lots of things you loved about your best friend. Cleanliness, kindness, humor; but most importantly? The brother. Choso. He was a sweetheart, cute. Would always blush and stutter when you were around.

You didn't see him too often, only when he paid your best friend a visit. And today just happened to be one of those days. You admit. You'd liked him for a while and have had you fair share of..wet dreams about him. And you were pretty certain he thought about you too. His eyes would always linger a little bit longer than they should. And yet you two continued to dance around it, but not anymore. You were changing all of that today.

"Hey, we're out flour. And I need it to make the cake for later." You said, nonchalant. Hoping your best friend would offer to run to the store and grab some. "I...can get it." Choso said quietly.

"Actually, I needed your opinion on something, so I'd like you to stay here." He seemed confused but agreed, your best friend leaving the two of you alone.

"What did you ne-ah!" He yelped, just now noticing how close you'd gotten. Your hands messed with the ends of his shirt. "What I need, is your big dick inside me. Do you have any objections?" You opted to go the more direct route. Leaving no room for confusion. Choso immediately sucked in a breath, feeling his dick harden in his pants. Was this real? He would've pinched himself but the feel of your nails dragging along his stomach was all he needed. He nodded. "No..objections."

"Good." You gave him a smile before undoing his pants. Sliding them down his thighs, along with yourself, until you were eye level with his thick cock. You licked your lips, eyeing the beads of precum that already formed at the tip. "U-Um," he started but immediately hissed when he felt you kitten-lick his tip. Collecting what sticky liquid leaked out and pulled it back into your mouth. "Fuck-" he breathed, tentatively resting his hand in your hair. You hummed in approval before slowly slipping the tip into your mouth. Suckling as the sticky liquid glued itself to your tongue.

"Oh-oh fuck, keep doing that." He spoke softly, smoothing out your hair. And so you did, suckling on his tip until eventually he started to push more of himself in your mouth. Your tongue wrapped around his length, paying special attention to the veins that lined the underside of his cock. "God-your mouth is so warm, so wet." Choso grunted, his fingers now threading into your hair as he guided you. Moving you up and down his length, groaning low in his throat the further down you went. Until, eventually, you bottomed out. Your nose pressed flush against his pelvis, buried in the tufts of black hair.

"Mmm-fuck, give me a minute-i just-fuck." He held you there, breathing harshly through his nose as he tried his best not to cum. His body shook, his hips itching to thrust himself forward.

Your throat bobbed, contracting around his length and making him hiss. With one more breath, he finally let go. Giving you free rein to suck his cock like you wanted. And you did.

Obscene sucking noises filled the room, your chokes and gags mixing along with it. "Fuck-fuck-your mouth, God. It's better than I imagined." His hands framed your face, keeping your hair out of the way so he could watch his dick disappear past your lips. It was erotic. It was too much and he found himself stilling his hips, shooting ropes of his sticky seed down your throat. Eyes closed and head tilted back as he road out the orgasm. But you didn't stop, your mouth still sucking him in.

"W-Wait...that's, I just came-i can't, oh fuck-" hot searing pleasure shot through his veins, eyes crossing as he thrusted his limp-now hardening, dick into your mouth. But your goal wasn't to suck him off again. So when he was hard once more, you pulled off with a pop. Ignoring the confusion on his face as you dragged him to the couch, pushing him to sit. Climbing immediately on his lap before you seated yourself on him.

"What are y-oh my God, oh-s'tight...fuuck." he groaned, pulling your body flush against his as he tried to breathe. The stimulation already too much for his poor cock. But you didn't give him that time. Immediately angling yourself to bounce up and down on his cock. His arms tightened around you as he whined. Mumbling 's'too much' and 'please keep going' over and over. His thick cock reaching deep inside you, pressing all the right spots to have you shake, stilling as you came all over him and yourself. "Squeezing me s'tight, gonna make me-" He choked, his dick spilling yet another load inside you. And it still wasn't enough.

You gathered up strength and started to bounce on his poor, limp dick. Fresh tears formed in his eyes as he told you it was too sensitive. That he couldn't cum again.

"Can't...can't cum anymore, please you-oh god, fuck me. Squeezing me like that-" He held tight to your body, thrusting up into you as his mind soon entered a fuzzy aroused state. Where his body tingled from the overstimulation but it felt good. "Gonna cum...yes yes, m'gonna cum. With me, please. Cum with m-" He broke off into a sob, shooting barely any cum inside you, his balls already being drained. His broken whining and sobbing had you cuming moments later, your body falling limp against him.

"One more," you mumbled, hips shifting slowly.

You didn't care that your best friend could be home any minute. Could possibly catch you riding Choso like a damned monster. All you could think about was taking all his cum. Milkin him for all he's worth.

[crimsonbubble]

Genshin Men NSFW HCs

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, mentions of male submission, edging (alhaitham, dainsleif), degradation (alhaitham, ayato), praise (alhaitham, ayato, kaveh), improper use of ayato's clone, voyeur!ayato, sadomasochism (childe), marking (childe), somnophilia (childe), oral (childe, dainsleif, diluc), bondage (diluc), fingering (diluc, itto, zhongli) slight food play (diluc), creampies/breeding kink (itto, zhongli), hairpulling (dainsleif, diluc, itto, kaveh), dick piercings (itto), mirror sex (kaveh), implied threesome (thoma), dragon!zhongli

[these are purely my personal thoughts so don't get your panties in a twist,, kaeya was originally on here too but i just cant figure out what to write for him :((]

reblogs and comments are appreciated <33

MINORS DNI !!

strict and mean dom

makes up hyper specific rules knowing you'll break them

bc he's a pretty red flag </3

prefers domming but won't oppose to subbing

likes having you chest down ass up just to pin your wrists against your back

prides himself in his control, edging both you and himself

just about teetering the edge of sweet bliss before being pulled away from it

his hands are either of your hips, pushing and molding you to fit between his fingers

or on the back of your thighs to hold you open while he pounds into you

definitely mixed his degradation with praise

a big tease

loves to go agonizingly slow

just to listen to you plead and whine

has definitely used his hydro clone on you

somehow ropes thoma into fucking you

def laughs at the obscene pornographic moans that spill from your both yours and thoma's lips

likes praise and degradation but prefers to reward you to feel how tightly you clench around him

holds your face so gently in comparison to his fast thrusts

has to be kissing you in some way shape or form bc he can't not have his lips on you

if you push his buttons in a very specific way, he'll be putty in your hands

sadomasochist

if you like being choked, having your ass smacked or manhandled

childe will more than happily oblige

as long as you choke and slap him in return

wouldn't mind letting go of the reins and letting you take him how you please

whether you ride him into oblivion or stick your dick in him is up to you

lives to suck dark hickeys into your neck

just watching the deep reds almost purples bloom across your skin has him awestruck

the type to wake you up by going down on you

but he expects to be woken up the same way in return

one of my fav switches with a sub lean

wants to give his all to his partner

just let him take care of you and he'll let you take care of him

is more than happy to please you however you want him to

tries to edge you but ends up edging himself and become far too sensitive far too quickly

big on praise both giving and receiving

just watching his cheeks go red when you praise him on how well he's doing

and him saying all the compliments under the sun as you make him feel good

love having his hands entangled in yours

nothing warms him more than holding onto your hand in moments like these

pleasure dom oml

big on making sure your satisfied

won't actually fuck you until you cum at least twice

either on his mouth or fingers depending on how well you behave

loves to hold your hips and waist

and have your thighs around his hips or on his shoulders

likes when you tug his hair softly

has tried bondage on you at least once using the finest silks he could get

could spend hours on his knees for you just pleasing you

has spilled grape juice on you just to lick it up

my fav himbo and subby switch ♡

LOVES to focus on you and your pleasure before considering him

wrings out at least two or three orgasms on his fingers and tongue alone

something in my horny brain is saying he has a tongue piercing

gets so messy when he pleases you and he loves it

leaves marks and bruises on your hips and thighs from how hard he's holding onto you

def has a dick piercing, probably a prince albert or three row jacobs ladder

loves holding eye contact and makes it his job to make sure your satisfied

hc that he cums a heavy amount so it makes uim perfect for creampies

hmm sensitive horns perfect for gripping and long pretty hair for tugging

service dom bordering submissive

like having a hand in your hair to angle your head down to make you watch as he sinks in and out of your hole

oml fucking you in front of a mirror

praise praise and more praise

soft and slow make out sessions are more common than you think

loves just holding you while you do it

just wrapping his arms around you and moaning into each other's ears

goes sex drunk because you always feel and look so good around him

did I mention praise?

no but seriously he's blubbering absolute nonsense as he ruts into you

submissive top !!

does what ever you please

loves giving but doesn't kind receiving

the prettiest moans and whimpers

love having you ride him, bouncing and circling your hips over his

looks at you with glassy eyes

loves hearing you moan bc he likes knowing how good he's doing

might get ayato involved just for some fun

caresses your face with gentle hands and kisses you so softly

totally thought of fucking you while uou were wearing his jacket

DRAGON!ZHONGLI (sorry I love this hc)

long forked tongue to please you with

big pretty hands to hold and finger you with

breeding kink bc he loves how it feels and looks to fill you up and watch it make a mess of your hole and the bed under you

since he has many forms probably turned into his woman form

you can't tell me he wouldn't go into his woman form just to please you

if he's feeling softer, his touches are gentle and delicate

as if he was handling the finest glaze lily

[osaevsky]

CONGRATS ON 100 NIKO!!!!! maybe some nsfw + atsushi + prompt 18? <3 enjoy the rest of your break friend

niko's 100 followers event.

'cause when i'm around you, i tend not to changin' my mind ⚝ included: atsushi nakajima.⠀;    ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;  word count: 1.1k + warnings: gn reader, nsfw, friends with benefits / unestablieshed relationship, kinda dom atsu, degradation (slut, whore, cockslut), petnames (lovely, baby, precious), spooning, finger sucking, slight choking, cumming inside, edging. lmk if i forgot anything.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;  author's note: thank you reid !! <3 i can't really say i didn't write this with my cunt so i pretty much got carried away in some parts oops. i hope you enjoy it anyway lol.

Being friends with benefits with Atsushi was not a premeditated thought, but rather something spontaneous that left his mouth mid-fuck. And as you thought he got too carried away with his feelings, he asked you once more during the aftermath of it all. 

Agreeing was something just as spontaneous. Why would you say no to this, or Atsushi himself? There was not an actual reason to avoid it. He got you to show him the ropes after trial and error and you took care of your needs with someone as pretty as him, a fair exchange in the end. 

Oh but how he loved to show you how much enthusiasm he had. How he wanted to learn your body, and how desired he felt when you reciprocated the same feelings as him, especially when he left his needy hands to take a grasp over your shirt, tracing over the expanse of your chest, or hooking one of his fingers into your belt and pulling you closer. 

Atsushi was a charmer, even with his awkward manners and that occasional attitude he was able to put out when he wanted to take the reins.

He had you enamored by everything he did from just a few months of spending intimate moments together, but it was because of him, as you were very much aware that if it had been anyone else, it would not have been the same, not even close. 

After spending another night at your apartment, waking up to him disheveled, his back facing you as the rest of him laid under the sheets of your bed. It wasn’t long before he was the one turning over, his eyes partially closed as his arm wrapped around your waist so casually, like he had memorized the movement by now -you were sure he did-, and pulling you closer to his chest. 

Atsushi’s breathing was now right on your neck, soft and composed, as his nose nuzzled into your skin while he held you as if you were ready to break. A different touch to when he got to spend those mornings next to you, even if nothing had happened the night before, Atsushi was so careful with everything: where he put his hands, how hard he pulled you, how overall rough he was. It made your heart melt and he knew it. 

As you tried to close your eyes once more, he began to peck down your nape, his hand moving upwards to pull your shirt just slightly and expose your shoulder. You could swear you heard him chuckle under his breath, already seeing how receptive your body was to his touches: goosebumps appearing over your skin with just a few kisses, and your head tilting to leave more space for him to bite afterwards.

‘’Feels that good already? They’re just a few kisses, I didn’t remember you being this sensitive’’ He asked, not stopping his little chatter before he finished off with a small love bite, close to one of your shoulder blades. A pained whine escaped your lips, catching him off guard for once, wondering what he did wrong. 

‘’Why did you stop?’’ Oh, so that's what it was. 

He didn’t do anything wrong, of course not; you were just needy for more, just like he had been for weeks to no end when this agreement started. He began to wonder if he could love you more than he already did when he saw you like this, asking for more in between whines and pushing your hips back to meet his.

‘’You’re gonna start acting like a greedy slut now? That’s what’s about, huh.’’ Although he degraded you, who was he to not comply, pushing his hips a bit more into yours, making you feel the outline of his dick under his pants. His cock was beginning to harden and throb against your body, looking for more friction, for it to be inside of you already.

The hand that played with your shirt earlier grabbed your chin for a split second, meeting your eye as he forced you to turn your head back at him. You could tell he was asking if he could move forward, and you nodded. 

You could already tell how eager he was about it, too: how fast he pushed your pants down slightly and his, how his fingers brushed over the swell of your ass and got to grip your hips right after, steadying you while your leg moved upwards, waiting for him to slide in. Atsushi’s free hand traveled over your stomach, caressing your chest in the process as it reached your mouth, his thumb softly pressing on your bottom lip. 

‘’Open up, lovely.’’ Atsushi did not waste any time in getting his finger right inside for you to suck on it as a way to shush your little cries when he decided to slide inside, pressing down on your tongue a little harder when he saw you already clamping down on his dick. ‘’Relax, baby, take it easy, you always do so well for me- yeah, just like that, so proud of you.’’ 

The throbbing of his cock as he settled inside of you was beginning to grow painful, but he was doing his best to remain patient for you, waiting for your body to adjust. He slowly removed his thumb away from your mouth, bringing his fingers down to your throat and wrapping them there. 

‘’Please, please, move, need to feel you more, please, Atsu-’’ He tightened the grip around your throat as you spoke, slowly making your voice sound weaker, while his was surely trying to mock you. 

‘’You sure act like a whore. All that blabber just from my dick? Tsk, I thought you knew better. Begging already like a desperate cockslut. You sure missed my touch that much, did you?’’ 

But Atsushi would indulge you, even if you thought he wouldn’t, making you think like you needed to beg some more.

There was not an actual need, as he began to thrust his hips into yours with sharp movements, not waiting anymore as he had enough himself. The squeezing around your throat went lighter as he lost his grip, slowly losing himself inside your walls as Atsushi felt his own climax approaching. 

Just a tad quicker than yours would, as he was purposely looking for his own peak, selfishly fucking himself into you without regard, cumming deep, deep inside like he liked to. 

At the sight of your confused -and pained- expression, various ‘’wait, wait, atsu- i didn’t- atsushi, please-’’ coming out slurred, wondering why he did not let you cum, watching how he pulled out, leaving your hole to spasm around nothing, his lips pecked your cheek from the side, slowly but carefully moving to settle between your thighs as he accommodated you on your back. 

‘’Looks like you’re about to cry, precious. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I just wanna make sure you cum on my tongue instead, alright?’’ 

[oftidheard]

I’m so glad someone is writing for tbosas, I’ve been dying for fics since I read the book, I loved ur sejanus x mentor!reader and was wondering if u could do reaper ash x mentor!reader who has the same views of the games as sejanus :) thanks

aw thank you so much!! ♡ the main focus of this is reader's struggle with facing that they need to fight against the capitol and not just quietly disapprove of the games. implied unrequited feelings

🏳 doesn't matter if it's all okay ㅤ⠀reaper ash x reader ㅤ⠀↳ 2.1k ↳ angst ↳ gender neutral

your gaze darts across your surroundings; eyes raking over the rusting cages and overgrown weeds seeping into the path, slowly claiming the once pristine zoo for their own uncontrollable reign.

the weeds and veins don't scare you; if you stare at them long enough you can pretend you're walking through a beautiful lively forest, on the way to a carefree picnic with the boy you...

you can pretend you're going to spend a day wasted laying in the sun, with the boy you care about.

these daydreams are dangerous, but they're more favourable than remembering the true situation you're trapped in. you'll choose the wildflowers peaking through the cracks over the rough concrete and cold metal of the enclosures every time.

you try not to look at all the abandoned cages as you sneak through the zoo, but every now and then you catch sight of a pedestal that details what once had been a home for meerkats or some bird you don't recognise — and your footsteps stutter at the thought that these same under-furnished and unkempt prisons are what dozens of children have been living in for the past week.

you wish you could physically rein in your mind — wish you could stop it from wandering and growing helplessly miserable — and get it to focus on keeping your footfalls light, on not getting caught.

but every few steps your legs shake, and you fear you might slip on the gravel if your thoughts keep getting away from the problem at hand.

your eyes are constantly scanning the darkness that envelopes the zoo you've grown so used to visiting in the light — if it hadn't been for your familiarity with the layout, the locked gates right at the beginning would have spelt the end of a very short-lived plan. but having been here daily for the past week, and holding onto foggy memories from your childhood of running of to hide in small nooks and crannies; you found a way through a maintenance gate that had been neglected.

now, the path you trek isn't the same well-used one everyone's been using to make their way to the tributes, but rather one that trails around the edge of the zoo; which will — hopefully — mean you're avoiding the main path the peacekeepers will be using.

you've only caught sight of two peacekeepers stationed at the front gate, and another across the other side of a cage you'd hidden behind — who if you had to guess, had been ending their shift and leaving.

your whole plan relies on the fact that there won't be any peacekeepers stationed at the actual cage, that the people in charge will think that if the tributes were going to cause trouble they would've done it before the eve of the games, so tonight they don't have to worry. you worry though, about this flimsy theory, and the fact that if this falls through your plan b is less than trustworthy — relying on your charm and persuasion to get out of trouble with overtired and irate peacekeepers doesn't excite you.

so your head snaps behind you at every rustle of leaves and you shiver whenever the wing changes, but never once does it cross your mind that you could turn back — you can't, and you wouldn't want to anyway. the paper bag of supplies weighs heavy in your hand, and disregarding all your — admittedly naive self-indulgent — feelings, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you left reaper starving and his district partner dying with not even an attempt at helping the night before you'll never be able to be near him again.

the path nears its end, and the cages that were hiding you are starting to grow sparce, with larger gaps between each of them. you carefully reach the final cage before the path leads out into the open and turns to the monkey cage.

your whole body feels stiff with fear of getting caught, as you peak your head around the corner agonisingly slowly. you almost sigh in relief when you find not a single peacekeeper in sight, loosening your tense shoulders as you approach far less rigidly.

after being out here for a bit your eyes have adjusted as much as they can to the lack of light, but you still have to strain to try to make out the figures of the tributes strewn about the enclosure in varying levels of sleep, through the darkness.

you try to keep quiet — even worried about breathing too loud — as you walk right up to the barrier. your hand reaches to wrap around a bar in front of you, steadying your weight on it as your lean as close as you can until your forehead hits the cold metal.

some tributes are sleeping huddled together in groups of three or four — alliances they plan to carry into the arena, you're sure — while others are curled in on themselves alone and as far away from others as possible. you search for the pair beneath the tree they've claimed as their spot since the first day; and you don't know whether the hitch of your breath is from your skittishness at any sudden movement, or from the fact that when reaper raises his head to see you, his expression isn't unreadably stiff like it has been for days, and instead holds something you hope is softer.

you're too on edge to whisper-shout out for him, so you try to signal that the package in your hand is for him.

after a moment, he looks down to where dill is resting against his side wearily. you don't know what he's internally debating — whether it be his trust of you, or the worry of waking his friend, or even just his own tiredness — but it comes to and end when dill raises her head and notices you.

ever since you've been bringing food and water for reaper, dill has seemed more receptive to your offerings than he has — so when her eyes meet yours only for her to turn to reaper with a look you can't see in the dim light, it seems she's convinced him of something, and he carefully rises.

his approach is light-footed as he navigates the crowded enclosure, making sure not to disturb anyone or risk a stray peacekeeper catching him moving in the moonlight.

when he reaches you it doesn't escape your mind that instead of the proximity in the past day you'd grown used to him being comfortable with, he's returned to keeping a good distance away from the bars, and you. you miss the closeness, but you also know you're here in the middle of the night as someone who could end any tribute's life and then could be gone faster than a peacekeeper could run here; the night-time scares you, you don't blame reaper for feeling the same.

your hand reluctantly retracts from the bar — as if, stupidly, you feel it's the only thing tying the two of you together — to lift several items out of the paper bag in your other hand. reaper has an apprehensive glint in his eyes, but doesn't step further away.

you hold up a wheel of cheese that fills your palm and a box of biscuits big first, only slipping your hand through the bars marginally as to not appear like a threat trying to grab for him.

"i brought food," you whisper, "that's— that's not all of it."

he slowly takes the food from your hand, and you repeat the process when you pass him a pear and a banana.

"my parents wouldn't— they didn't let me bring any more," you mutter ashamedly, having planned to bring an entire warm meal for reaper and dill, when your father had caught you and reprimanded you for feeding people from the districts the capitol's food. this hadn't stopped you, only making you note you had to be more stealthy when slipping the fruit from the kitchen counter — but it had filled you with a dread you're now learning never goes away in a world like this.

next, is a tall plastic bottle that had been ice-cold when you'd grabbed it, but having hidden it behind your back between sweating hands, the frost on the sides has started to melt and drip down.

when reaper takes the bottle, you swear you imagine the split second where his fingers brush yours. but when you duck your head to calm yourself down and raise it once more only to find reaper's head slightly tilted and his eyes glinting with an odd look; you wonder if it wasn't just your imagination.

you shake your head, and busy yourself with reaching into the bag again for the second last item you'd brought.

it's a smaller box than which held the biscuits, and is a bright yellow with fancy lettering. it rattles gently as you pick it up, and you recognise that this unfamiliar item among the regular food and water is something reaper isn't quick to trust.

you reach your hand through the bars, but not far enough to imply you're forcing him to take it.

"it's, um— it's not cough medicine but it— i got really sick last year. i was coughing up blood and could barely breath; this is the medicine my parents gave me."

he doesn't reply, and you try to explain that you're just trying to help.

"they're for dill, i— i don't know much about sickness, but it could help her."

for the first time tonight, reaper replies — with a careful quietness that tries to evade dill's ears incase she's listening — "she's dying."

you nod — deep down you knew this — but the capitol's indifferent politeness runs even deeper, in ways that make words jump to your tongue out of instinct; in ways that stop you from ever having genuine conversations with people you care about.

you take a shaky breath, "i'm certain these will make it hurt less, i promise."

you can't read reaper's expression, but after a pause of silence and what you think is him examining you to see if you're telling the truth — he takes the box in hand. you don't know if he trusts it — or you — enough to give it to dill, but you know it means something that he went as far as to accept it.

now that he's taken what appears to be the last of what you'd bought, and you still remain stood there, reaper watches you. he's not sure what you're doing, until you lift the sleeve of your coat and slide a bracelet off your wrist.

you notice the way his jaw stiffens — under the impression you're gifting him something uselessly expensive to make yourself feel better, or expecting it to somehow give him an advantage in the arena — and you're quick to turn the beads in your fingers and stutter, "it's not worth anything."

"um, not to anyone but me, really. it's like a uh— a lucky charm," you turn it around in your hand anxiously, "it really works, or... i guess it just feels like it does? but i uh—…"

you timidly pass your arm between the bars again, the bracelet dangling from the tips of your fingers with a quiet jingle of brightly coloured beads clicking against each other.

reaper's eyes rest on you again, a gaze you can't bring yourself to meet in case it's as — justifiably — cold as it was the first time you met. but unseen to you, he looks at you in a way of almost understanding.

he does not trust you, he does not trust anyone in the capitol. but one thing he does now find he trusts, is that you are not breaking laws late at night for prize money — something you'd also sworn to him during your earliest meetings — but because you have a heart that beats for the people you should hate. he trusts, that undeniably, there is a rebellious fire inside of you.

reaper slips his fingers forwards and back to his side just as quick as he takes the bracelet.

"you have to do something," he says when you meet his eyes.

amongst the pile of your worries, a fear had lodged itself since the moment the mentoring program was announced. you'd feared ever since the beginning, that the tribute you would be assigned to wouldn't think you truly wanted to help them outside of duty or ulterior motive.

that fear doubled tenfold when you met reaper, and you’d hoped upon hope that he would recognise your genuine intentions.

you know now, he sees it. and he speaks on the thing that has laid beneath all of that which you could never bring yourself to address.

the little kid who would feel an inherent wrongness inside them at every mention of the hunger games ever since their inception still now sits behind your eyes; and they yell at you that reaper is right.

a spark flickers in the place where your fear once rested, "i know," you breathe. fire catches.

[strwbite]

i can already tell this is about to be my new fav blog… can i request something about john and arthur (separately?? whatever is easiest) falling for a fem gunslinger who’s new to the gang?? :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N; how sweet of you to say, anon!! thank you so much! :D <333 and yes, of course you can! gonna be so honest here, i got SUPER into writing arthur's part and made it way too long, so this post is condensed to just arthur's perspective. i'm currently writing up john's, but i think it'd make the post a bit too long if i included both, so i decided to go ahead and post this one tonight! i hope to have john's up some time tomorrow—in a separate post so nothing is too long! i hope you understand and i am so excited! i had a lot of fun writing this for you!:D i hope it's in character for arthur, i tried my best!:) anyways, enough rambling, let's get into it!

♡ ; WARNINGS; fluff, some angsty themes, descriptions of a wound, hurt/comfort ♡ ; SUMMARY; you tend to arthur's wounds and he realizes just how much he cares for you ♡ ; RATING; sfw ♡ ; CHARACTERS; arthur morgan ♡ ; DETAILS; 3.5k words, part one - find john's part here (wip)

“Arthur Morgan!”

Your voice was hushed in your throat as you whisper-shouted his name through the air of Horseshoe Overlook, your words sounding more like a scold than a greeting. Said scolding hung heavy over Arthur and he tipped his head down in embarrassment, the black leather of his hat covering what little you could see of his face. He sat in his horse's saddle, one hand holding the reins as he led her to the post. The other hand held a white-knuckled grip on the opposing shoulder, his body slouched over as he guarded it. Taking a step closer, you noticed the crimson stain seeping into button-up that lay beneath his equally bloody hand, ichor oozing out of what you could only chalk up to some sort of wound.

It was around four in the morning and most everyone at the camp was fast asleep, save for some of the camp’s night owls, who wandered around, aimlessly. You had finished your chores around camp and decided to spend some time picking up the slack where other members had failed to keep up with their responsibilities; a selfless attempt to avoid any conflict between Grimshaw and aforementioned slackers. You had been wiping down a dirtied table that sat across from the hitching posts when you were interrupted by the sound of hooves clobbering against the dew-covered grown. The hoofbeats were met with a sleep-deprived Lenny who called out, ‘Who goes there?’, which was met with Arthur’s half-hearted, ‘S’just me, Lenny.’, before he rode up to the hitching post.

“Christ, what happened to you?” You chided, rushing to his side as you took a closer look at the blood-stained hand he held over the presumed lesion. There was more blood than you had originally noticed, some of which was a deep brown that dried and seeped into the cotton of his sleeve, speaking note to just how long it had been bleeding. You reached up, gesturing for him to move his hand, but he only nursed it closer to his side, causing a grimace to spread across his face at the movement.

He was in pain, that you knew for sure—despite what you’ve learned of his durable reputation, seeing him like this worried you. You and Arthur had grown somewhat close after your arrival. At first, you had a hard time accumulating to the hectic nature of the gang, but he aided you in your transition into the Van der Linde lifestyle. He checked up on you daily, offering you food, errands—just about anything you could think of. Arthur also held conversations about your life before, allowing you to ramble on about who you are and where you came from; how different things are now—and he'd validate everything you had to say about the Gang's way of life and your upheaval. After some time, he even took to bringing you small gifts and trinkets he found when he'd run off somewhere, each time saying something along the lines of, ‘I know you ain't got none of your old stuff with you, so here, saw this and thought of you.”.

Needless to say, you had developed a strong affinity for the cowboy. So when he disappeared, seemingly without a trace, it troubled you.

You hadn’t seen or heard from him in days—in fact, no one around the camp had. Days without Arthur turned into a full week without Arthur and you couldn’t hide the concern that stirred inside of you. Despite your new position in the gang, you know this wasn’t unheard of, per se—Arthur had a habit of disappearing for days at a time, only to return with various trophies and animal pelts from his adventures. But something felt off to you, this was different. That feeling only served to be solidified when you overheard Charles muttering something along the lines of, ‘Didn’t find him when I went lookin’ earlier.’, in a passing conversation with Javier.

And yet, here he was—the cat dragged him in, albeit not without a few scratches and bruises. He slung his leg over the saddle and to the other side of his horse, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth at the pain that seared through his shoulder at the movement. You offered him a hand and helped him down, supporting his weight to the best of your ability. After he was on the ground, you slung his non-injured arm across your shoulder, ignoring his stubborn insistence of, ‘I can walk on my own, ‘m fine.’, as you urged him to use you as support. Arthur accepted his fate and hooked his arm around your shoulders—the blood leaking from the injury at the loss of pressure—and allowed you to help him to his tent.

“Can’t believe you’d run off on us like that, Morgan—you do this a lot?” You griped at him, but concern tinged your every word. “Had everyone worried half to death—‘m glad you’re back, even though I hate seein’ you like this.”

“Ain’t nothin’ for you to make a fuss over, best you quit that bellyachin’. Don’t wanna make yourself sick worryin’ about me.” He remarked.

“Oh, Arthur, I’m always worryin’ about you.”

Arthur could hear the genuinity in your tone, so palpable and honest, and it sent a fire of guilt burning through him, his head drooping low once more in avoidance. He never meant to worry you. The last thing he ever wanted to do was keep you up at night, wondering if he was okay or if you'd ever see him again. He was adamant that a newcomer like you shouldn’t have to worry about that sort of thing in the first place—you were just getting your land legs within the gang, you shouldn’t have to concern yourself with the likes of him. Despite the remorse pooling in his stomach, it was hard to ignore the way his heart sputtered against his chest at your expressed concern. Arthur wasn’t the most in-tune with his emotions and when he was, it was scarcely pleasant. His feelings were deprecative at best, most of them leading him to believe he was undeserving of care; that everything he'd ever accomplished had been nothing but evil, hateful deeds—that he deserved all the bad things that happened to him—that would happen to him. He had it coming, of course. The thought of a lady like you caring for a wicked man like him profoundly confused him and sent his brain wracking. But even he had to admit, the way you spoke to him with such consideration piqued his interest. On one hand, he felt he wasn’t worthy of such a sweet, caring person in his life—on the other, he wondered what it would be like to be to get to know you. To open up to you. To let you in.

“I ain’t worth the fuss.” He remarked, disregarding the way his heart heaved heavy in his ears at the thought of something more tangible between the two of you. He averted his attention back to the wound he nursed on his shoulder, taking notice of the grime and debris that surrounded the gash. He assumed that all the poking and prodding at it with less-than-clean hands egged on the infection that dared to fester. His adrenaline had worn off at this point. His shoulder ached and throbbed.

“Just got myself a souvenir from an O’Driscoll, s’all—graze at that, mind you. Ain’t nothin’ to write home about—why’re you so concerned anyways, Miss?”

“Oh sure, just a graze,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Despite his aloof demeanor, you continued guiding him to his tent with slow, tentative steps as you supported his weight with your own. “‘Cause, Arthur, that could get nasty real quick and I ain’t too keen on lettin’ you up and die by the hands of an O’Driscoll. Graze or not, you’re lettin’ me doctor you up—and I mean proper.”

Arthur opened his mouth to argue—to insist that he would be fine, that he didn’t need a lady such as yourself to waste precious time on a man like him, but the words fell short when he turned to look down at you. Your gaze met his own, your demeanor softened with worry and care, and it sent a flight of butterflies he didn’t quite know he had fluttering in his stomach. How could he say no to you? With a long-winded exhale, Arthur nodded his head in response, his eyes darting around the camp to avoid your stare.

“Sure.”

When the two of you reached his modest tent, you eased him into a seated position on the cot before taking a step back. With an insignificant gesture that said ‘one second’, you scurried off to grab the much-needed supplies, leaving the cowboy to sit and fester in his stirring emotions and searing pain. You weren’t gone too long, though, and you returned with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The other held a strip of flannel and a roll of gauze.

“Now, this ain’t gonna feel good by any means,” you murmured as you lowered yourself to the cot, taking a seat next to him.

Arthur had been through this process many times—several of those times were unfortunately at the mercy of less-than-careful hands. Needless to say, he knew the pain and he knew it well. His painstaking fate mattered little to him at the moment, though, as all he could focus on was how close you sat to him. He’d sat next to you before, sure—but not like this. You sat with pure intentions, leg brushing up against his own as you leaned in to examine the wound with such care. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it—you knew of the things he had done, his reputation certainly preceded him. You knew exactly the type of man he was, tied up in his wrongdoings and sins, and yet, you didn’t question a single thing. Instead, you gave him a brief scolding and treated him with a gentle kindness he’d never quite received. You took care of him. The moment felt tender like never before, filled with consideration and attentiveness—Arthur couldn’t recall a time he had been so vulnerable with someone, save for Mary Linton, which was long over and done with.

“Don’t I know it.” He grumbled.

Arthur shifted his position on the cot, leaning forward to give you a better view of the supposed ‘graze’. What you could make of the surrounding flesh beneath his shirt’s fabric was red and inflamed, a testament to the trauma it bore. The wound itself pulsated as blood trickled down, matting the ripped fabric of the shirt to his skin. Your feeble fingers grazed around the edges as you struggled to get a closer look through squinted eyes. Some of the view was obstructed by clotting blood and torn fabric—Arthur grimaced at the sensation of your touch against the inflamed skin.

“How long I got, doc?” He queried, voice hitching in his throat in pain while he attempted to make light of the situation. You had to admit, it was a nasty wound—a bullet to the shoulder was rarely a welcomed invitation, especially to those who didn’t receive care from a proper medic, but you had seen worse.

“Well, Mister Morgan,” you spoke as your hands worked the cap of the whiskey bottle, a loud ‘pop!’ signaling that it was open. You lifted the flannel to the top of the bottle and flipped it over, soaking the material as the stench of alcohol flooded your nose. “You’ll live. Probably. Y’know you’re lucky you found yourself at the hands of a medic such as myself.”

The two of you shared a laugh at your jest—in all actuality, you had little to no idea what you were doing when it came to anything medicinal. The best you knew was to clean it with whiskey, drink the aforementioned whiskey to help with the pain, wrap it up, and pray it doesn't get infected. But you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to assist the poor man; you didn’t know Arthur to ask for help. The little time you had spent with the man proved him to be self-reliant, sometimes to a fault. The fact that he accepted your aid, albeit begrudgingly, was a surefire sign that something was wrong.

Your gesture didn’t go over his head, either, as he watched you work the bottle and cloth with attentive hands. He shook his head and a nervous-lipped grin twitched at his lips as he looked down at the liquid courage in your hands.

“S’pose you’re right. Dunno what I’d do with myself if it weren’t for you.”

“You’d do nothin’, I imagine it’d be a lonesome life, Mister Morgan. ‘Sides, who else ‘round here would fix up your,” You paused, as if searching for the right words, “Graze wounds, if you hadn’t met me?”

And with that, you raised the alcohol-soaked strip to the wound and gingerly pressed it against the laceration, dabbing it in repetition to remove any excess blood or dirt. Arthur flinched in response to the cloth brushing against the inflammation, followed by a small hiss slipping through gritted teeth as the raw sting of whiskey sept into the gash. You worked with vigilance and the most delicate touch you could manage, and he sat still for you, knowing it was for the better. The consequences posed if you didn’t flush it out served enough for him to bite his tongue and suffer through the pain.

When you finished the final touches of your doctoring, you pulled the flannel away and discarded it to the cot beside you. You replaced it with the roll of gauze and worked it around his arm, covering the scrape and securing it to itself. After finishing, your hand lingered on the unbothered skin below, your thumb rubbing circles against the skin to soothe him.

“It ain't perfect by any means, but that should do it.” You assured him with a gentle smile.

At this point, you sat so close to him. You enveloped Arthur’s every sense, from the wavering heat of your hand against his arm to the smell of gunpowder and wildflowers wafting off of you—the sight of you peering up at him with such fondness sent his heart racing once again. His hands fidgeted, nervous and awkward, as he stared at you for just a moment longer than necessary, before breaking away. The grip you had on Arthur grew tighter and tighter with every moment he spent in your presence. He wasn’t the best with these sorts of things, finding it all too complicated and confusing to put into words; he even rambled about it in his journal, writing, ‘I am not sure why I find myself so drawn to her; how do I explain this to her if I can’t even explain it to myself?’. From the way you carried yourself across the camp with such poise, to the way you gawked at him from across the campfire sent sparks flying in Arthur’s mind. Not to mention the eager way you rushed up to speak with him every time he came home—he was enamored with you, as nervous as he was to admit it.

“Thank you,” Arthur murmured as his eyes darted from yours to the thumb tracing circles on his bicep. He prayed you wouldn’t notice the flush that crept across his cheeks, starting from his nose, traveling all the way to his ears and neck.

Despite his wishful thinking, you noticed it, but you found it endearing. You had never seen Arthur this flustered—tongue-tied, sure, but never quite like this.

“I sure do appreciate it.”

You gave him a soft smile, eyes trailing along the heat that crept across his sun-kissed cheeks. You started to stand from the cot, keeping your eyes set on him as you rose to your feet. “‘Course, Arthur. Now, you just go ahead and rest up, all right?”

He nodded along as you spoke, avoiding looking into your eyes with a sense of embarrassment. It was never his intention to worry you, and he knew he'd be beating himself up for weeks over this entire endeavor. “Thank you for takin’ care of me—didn’t think you’d much care ‘bout it, 'bout me. ‘M sorry for bein’ gone so long.”

“Pfft,” You stifled a small laugh from within your throat as you placed a flattened palm against his non-injured shoulder, urging him to look up at you. “Don’t mention it. And ‘course I care ‘bout it. I care ‘bout you, Arthur—we all do.”

You offered him, yet another, sweet smile and used your thumb to rub the same circles against his shoulder. If you’d let him, Arthur was certain he'd stay like this for hours—under the comfort of your touch as the soft glow from oil lamps and moonlight shone over you. Your time spent with him was short-lived, sure, but there was no denying the way he gravitated to you. You were a fresh face, so kind and sweet to everyone you met, despite your reticence, and he found himself wanting to spend time with you. He'd ask you to accompany him into town, even if it were just to drop off some mail or pick up something on behalf of Dutch. He even took to bringing you along while hunting or going on scouting missions, despite initial hesitance. He was reluctant to put your in harm's way, but with some convincing on your end and a showcase of your way around a gun, he obliged you and found himself enjoying the company. 

The world made sense when you were around, not so much when you weren’t.

“I care 'bout you, too. I'd even say I enjoy havin' you around, 'specially when you're fixin' me up." Arthur blurted out after a moment's silence, hands fidgeting as the boldness of his words sat heavy on his shoulders. Nerves soon sat in and his stomach twisted into a bundle of anxiety, sweat beading at his hands and forehead—did he say the wrong thing?

"Pardon, I, uh, not that I don't always enjoy your company, ‘cause I sure do-you're, uh, a real pleasure to be around, s'just—am I talkin' too much? Feels like ‘m talkin’ too much.”

He blabbered on, stammering over his words as he struggled to form a coherent sentence and you couldn’t conceal the laugh that slipped from your lips. It wasn’t one of malice or mockery; it was pure admiration.

“Oh, Arthur,” you sighed, your voice filled with warmth and affection that sent a fire of nerves burning through him. With a mix of nervousness and longing, you leaned in closer, bridging the gap between the two of you. Your eyes locked, and you could sense the anticipation in the cool air surrounding you. At that moment, time seemed to falter and come to a standstill. One of your hands caressed his hair, running your fingers through the long locks just before your lips met his in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was soft, sweet, and everything he had ever wanted. His entire body tensed up as he felt your touch against him—it was supple and delicate, a tenderness he had seldom been gifted before, such a contrast to the pain that scorched through his shoulder and his very being. As if he needed any more confirmation, the feeling of your gentle affection laid upon him solidified everything—you made sense. He wanted to know you. He needed to know you.

With that, you pulled back, just after trailing another light touch through his hair, before you stood back to your upright position. He said nothing. You didn’t either. No words were needed when your sentiment spoke a thousand things more than he could ever dream of saying. The two of you lingered for a moment, taking in the moment as you stroked a delicate thumb against his stubble-covered cheek, tracing his time-weathered features. He leaned into your touch, ever-so-slightly.

Finally, you broke the spell of silence, your voice inching just above a whisper, “Get some rest, Arthur. You need it.”

With a final graze across his cheek, you retracted your hand and headed out of his tent, returning to the tables you were tending to, but his image stayed etched deep in your mind.

Arthur watched you retreat, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to shake the warmth that pooled in him at your kiss. His mind swirled with emotions he couldn’t quite put into words. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time; it was a feeling he thought he had lost forever, and he still questioned if he truly deserved it, even now. He replayed the fleeting moment in his mind, committing every detail to memory—the touch of your hand, the softness of your lips, the tenderness in your eyes.

With deliberate movements, mindful not to aggravate his injured shoulder, he settled flat on his back, lying down on the cot. His gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling above and his thoughts raced, consumed by you and what could be.

Gradually, sleep beckoned Arthur, tempting him with heavy eyelids and the gentle chorus of crickets chirping in the nearby woods. As the night wore on, the camp embraced a stillness that only the wilderness could offer, coaxing him into a deep sleep. In that stillness, your presence lingered, a gentle reminder that Arthur wasn’t alone; that you cared for him.

Just as he cared for you.

[madame-fear]

lucerys x stark!reader where reader has a dire wolf (and im talking like book direwolves the ones who are the size of horses) and reader takes lucerys on a ride through the forest on their wolf (named aris) and at the end they come across like a little grotto and they have cute relationship moments

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— a/n : sorry if there's any grammatical or spelling mistake beloved, i finished writing it at 4 am, ha! ♡ — summary : request — word count : 1.8k

— pairing : lucerys velaryon x stark! reader — genre : fluff.

“Are you sure it wont bite me?”

Luke's voice was nearly quivering with a rising anxiety, as he allowed Aris – your direwolf – to sniff his hand curiously. You, noticing how careful his movements were around the dire, simply rolled your eyes at him. “Lucerys Velaryon, you're literally a dragonrider, and are in constant contact with enormous beasts; and you're scared of a direwolf who's small compared to other creatures you've seen?” you scolded playfully, “Oh, please, spare me from it.” you sassily scoffed at him, but you weren't finished talking.

“Besides, Aris has seen you thousands of times by my side, and unless it perceives I'm in some type of danger, it won't really attack you. Think of it as your relationship with Arrax, if it helps.” you comforted him by placing a hand on his shoulder, lightly patting it, as Aris licked his hand. The warmth in your hand – as well as how your dire seemed to be nearly like a puppy – was rather comforting to him. “Well, you were afraid of Arrax at first, weren't you?” his hazel eyes now turned around to look at your (e/c) eyes. The comparison he made was incredibly different and... bad, causing you to practically snort at him. “And you're comparing a direwolf to a dragon, who is of huge size compared to Aris?” as right as you were, his deeply hidden proud self wouldn't admit it, leaving you with no response.

Aris seemed to take a quick liking to him, as it began wagging it's tails to it's side, fully trusting him the same way it trusted you and your other relatives. “See? Aris likes you already.” your eyes went from staring into his, to now staring at the grand dire. Lucerys immediatly mimicked your actions, now staring at the tall, dark-furred wolf. “Please, Lukie,” hearing the way you had given a nickname to his already nickname as your arms wrapped themselves around his waist, his face and neck turned into an intense shade of scarlet from blushing. “Allow me to spoil you for once, the same way you always spoil me by taking me to rides on Arrax... please?” as you playfully pleaded, extending the last 'please' teasingly, your gentle breath hit his neck, and a slight bit of his jawline. One of his hands dared to softly pet the fur under Aris' chin, and his other free hand was placed on top of yours.

“Very well, my love. Then, I shall accept a ride on a direwolf if you insist.” a joyful grinimmediatly formed on your lips, quickly placing a kiss on his neck before unwrapping your arms around his waist. “Excellent. Let's go, then, my Prince.” a tiny smirk appeared on his flustered face as you took hold of his soft hand, and you were the first one to hop on Aris' back, immediatly extending your own hand as to help him get on top of the large direwolf. Slightly nervously trembling, he took your hand, and sat right behind of you. You patted Aris' side, indicating for it to start walking, and took hold of the reins you used to frequently ride your dire.

Since both of you were already outside Kings Landings, you guided Aris to a little forest you had recently found when boringly strolling on the outsides of the grand Keep. “Where are we going, love?” your boyfriend spoke, as he awkwardly kept trying to position himself on the wolf's back, gently taking hold of your waist with his hands. For a few moments, he uncomfortably shifted at the unfamiliar sensation, until he found a position in which he could stop moving around. Of course, he had ridden dragons and, even occasionally, horses — but never a huge direwolf like yours, so it was a new experience for him.

“I will take you to a forest I found here on the outsides of the castle. You just wait and see.” you retorted, leading Aris through the forest as Luke sat behind of you, taking hold of your waist. Without response, he simply let you lead the way, as he could see a pretty, and seemingly large bright green forest in near sight, getting a better view the more the three of you got closer to it.

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Once you entered the large forest, you showed Luke some pretty sights you had encountered yourself with in the forest. A large, transparent lake that reflected the blazing rays of the sun, a small field of blooming flowers, and large trees that contained fruits, and also, more sweet-scented flowers. It was as tranquil as you expected it to be, and perfect for a date.

As you showed Lucerys around the forest, his hazel eyes curiously looked at his surroundings with an excited glint on them. Scanning the whole place, his eyes became fixed on a certain extended almost free from trees path that, from far away, it seemed to have a small green and flower-filled hill. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and with notorious curiousity at it, as he softly patted your shoulder as to grab your attention.

“Where does that take you to, (y/n)?” he inquired, as you turned around to look at the long path he was pointing to. Mimicking his furrowed eyebrows expressions, you shrugged. “I... don't know, I haven't seen that place before. It's best we go and find out, shall we not.” you replied, beginning to guide Aris towards the path you haven't seen before. It was a large dark green grass path, and it contained more flowers on the ground than the rest of the forest. The trees were all standing next to each other, instead of randomly being around the forest like you had previously seen, allowing you to walk straightforward.

Aris almost stopped walking as you reached a large hill, which allowed you to stand at the end of it, and admire the view of an ocean you hadn't seen before, and it seemed to be the end of the forest, and the beginning of a small beach. As both of you admired at it, completely mesmerised, you noticed that by your sides, there were other paths that took you down to the beach. Curiously, you guided Aris downhill to the beach, and you noticed that there was a large, dark cave with bright cobalt coloured water on it's inside. The breeze was smooth and soothing, delicately hitting on your faces and making your hair flow a bit with the wind.

“It's truly mesmerising.” you heard your boyfriend speak from behind, as his eyes would not leave the viewing. “We're lucky we have found this place, are we not?” with a notoriously growing grin, you spoke, your eyes not leaving the sight as well. The soft footsteps of Aris on the beachside, the ocean waves crashing against the rocks, and the cawing of seagulls were the only things that could be heard. A deep, satisfied sigh escaped your lips. “I don't think anyone would mind us missing for a bit, don't you think so, my love?” you spoke playfully, and he nodded with a wide grin. “Come on, let's go sit near the cave.” you said, signaling the small grotto with your head, as both of you got off Aris' back, and you held it's reins with your hand as if it were a leash; the large direwolf following both of you from behind.

Both of you walked leisurely towards the recently found small grotto, entering a bit the cave, and sitting on a little part of the beach at the side of the shining water inside said cave. Lucerys carefully sat, and you mimicked his actions by sitting next to him. Aris, meanwhile, threw itself on that small beachside part releasing a small huff, and placed it's head on your lap. Lucerys released a satisfied sigh as a small grin grew on his lips, his arm found it's way around your waist, and pulled you closer to him — your head softly resting on his shoulder.

“(y/n)?” lucerys softly called for your name, causing you to hum in response. “Yes, Luke?” you replied, lifting your gaze a bit to stare at him, only to encounter yourself with his eyes already intensely looking at you. Whenever you looked at him, he felt at lost of words... paralysed, in a sense; it was something about you that mesmerised him incredibly much, but he just couldn't place a finger on what it was exactly that made him feel this way, as his heart thumped loudly against his chest.

After leaving you without a response for some brief seconds, he cleared his throat nervously. “T-There's no place I'd rather be, but with you.” a growing grin appeared on your lips, as his eyes shyly gazed down at the floor, trying to cover the crimson glint that appeared on his cheeks. “I... I love you, very, very much, (y/n). You are the most special person I could ever have by my side, my best friend, and lover. I love you, Issa jorraelagon.” his hand awkwardly found one of your hands, and sweetly squeezed it, though his eyes now remained on your hands.

Noticing his blush, you chuckled a bit. “Lucerys? Look at me.” with a continously growing grin – accompanied by an intense blush similar to his – you nearly commanded. Luke had a bit of an effort until his big puppy eyes stared at yours, but they did. And when you had his attention, without replying anything, you smashed your lips against his. His eyes widened at first, but he slowly gave into the kiss, and the hand that held your own hand ascended to be placed in your cheek tenderly, as he took a moment to appreciate how sweetly you tasted.

“I love you too, baby boy.” you teased a bit with that nicknamed, and playfully pinched his cheek, causing him to widely smile in an even goofier manner, almost like a schoolboy with a crush. You placed your forehead against his, and fluttered your eyes shut. Each other's soft and gentle breathing delicately hit your faces, as both your hands cupped his cheeks, and one of them caressed his cheek with your thumb.

“I love you, and I'll always do. I will protect you in the most fierce manner, I promise.” you mumbled lowly, as both of you were soothed by the background noise of the running water, the ocean waves... and simply, being surrounded in each others warmth.

Both of you stood like that for quite some time, snuggling and appreciating each other's presence. After that, you decided to be a bit bolder, and have some fun on the beachside you had found: running around the sand and playing with Aris, collecting rocks and gifting each other small things you found in the beach, playing with the water, and many, many other things...

Until it was time to ride back home. But, you had enjoyed your evening, and you felt lucky to have found such unique place together. You knew this was only the first visit to many, and that for you as a truly bonded couple, it was surely going to be an incredibly special place.

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Cursedtales Collections—La Luna Chapters: {Clarity}

—Vampire Duke Gojo Satoru X Vampire Reader

❦︎ Précis:

"Patience," he whispered in hot breath on the hollow of your throat. Nosing his way through your sharp jaw down to the soft valley of your bosom, the orange blossom scent naturally emitting from your body adds to the insidious craving Satoru harbored for you.

Your lustrous eyes stare at his soul. Parted lips of yours, begging to be kissed are no help to his sanity. 

He would live, die and live again to feel you as close as this.

❦︎ Genre: vampire, fantasy, royalty

❦︎ CW/TW: (2.5k)—blood sucking/feeding, teasing, implied violence—not to the reader, vampire traditions, praises, kissing, biting, duke gojo's inner thoughts, soft duke gojo,

❦︎ A/N: imma surface from my den for~ a happy 33rd birthday to 'Toru!♡ Clarity by Zedd ft. Foxes was my inspiration while writing this.

Satoru would seldom call himself a savage. Even with bloodlust constantly flowing within his system he is not a man driven by instinct except for instances his reins slip out of his rationality. Running through his veins—the most potent blood lineage in the houses of vampires. His craving for blood is much more intensely felt than common noble vampires.

It's like threading a cliff where you can't see the abyss beneath your feet. The days of barring restraint against his nature to feed off from blood have been the cloudiest period of his existence, dripping in ink of black.

Until you...

Whimpers of pleasure filled the room with the fragile body trapped beneath him. Futile squirming and ragged moaning underneath his hovering build. His hand firmly grasp the curves of your waist and the other pined your wrist above your head as he preyed on you. Taking in the heaving of your chest and writhing of your legs, trying to rub friction between your appendages in hopeless aspiration of satisfying yourself from his lack of touch.

"Y-Your Grace." You stuttered, inciting pity from Satoru as your arms encircle his slender nape. Beads of tears trickled down your face contorting between pleasure and pain. Needy whines as his lips trail little too soft kisses on your shoulder blade traveling to the lines of your neck.

It is dizzying how you smell so sweet and appetizing yet at the same time, Satoru is restraining himself from manhandling you while playing this little tug of war with you. 

The way you eagerly bare your fangs and puncture his neck with those adorable canines of yours. A little too small for a vampire, but the sweetest and the closest thing to an aphrodisiac whenever you suck unto his neck. Your mark, engraved to his very soul, constantly seeking for your presence to caress despite his blood-drenched claws that never bothered you.

You've always seen past the cold exterior he puts on with those tender eyes of yours that holds his universe together.

"Patience," he whispered in hot breath on the hollow of your throat. Nosing his way through your sharp jaw down to the soft valley of your bosom, the orange blossom scent naturally emitting from your body adds to the insidious craving Satoru harbored for you.

Your lustrous eyes stare at his soul. Parted lips of yours, begging to be kissed are no help to his sanity. 

He would live, die and live again to feel you as close as this.

Tugging apart the belt of your dress. A long tearing tune of fabric filled the room as he messily pulled up the skirt revealing your velvety thighs.

"You ripped my skirt," you huffed with halfhearted accusation at the long tear on the dress, mesh of threads scattered over the bed.

"You tore my tunic Kitten, it is only fair that I rip yours as well." An ounce of amusement laced with cheekiness in his tone. Satoru's fingers twirled over your tickling skin. Two bite marks left by his previous feeding faintly paint your milky legs.

You cutely whimpered, tugging his heart to relieve your needs. It's almost by nature that he will bend anything for you. Far too besotted to deprive you of your desires.

A hand brought the back of your knees up placing them on His Grace's shoulder and abruptly a piercing pain sink into your inner thighs making you arch in pain mixed with venom of pleasure.

"My—ahhh! Your Grace," you salaciously moaned at the way his tongue swirled over your milky legs making sure you feel the sinuous throbbing of desire in his fangs.

You hold his heart, body, and soul in your hands.

"Your Highness, your father has just passed away. You cannot hold a wedding until the three years of mourning have passed."

One of his father's loyal vassals refuted. The room instantly dropped, so cold that even with their thick fur coat the chill seeped into the fibers of their nerves.

He knows that. Satoru knows that very well. No ostentatious celebration shall be done after three years of a family member's death. It's the law. And that's the only reason the vassal's head is still intact on his neck.

However, having you walk around without a title to protect you envelopes him in constant apprehension whenever he's away. 

A knock interrupted the meeting. The door creaked open. Like eggs, Yuta's head came out followed by your head popping up with a bright smile in the room of confused men.

The entire room fell silent. All eyes looked at your crouching figure trying to hide in the door frame.

"What's the matter?" Satoru asked calmly.

Yuta looked skeptical to speak. It took him two rehearsals in his brain before he could formulate an adequate reply. As if finally gathering his guts, he cleared his throat.

"Her Ladyship has asked if the gentlemen would like some tea..."

"And biscuits," you whispered.

"...and biscuits?" Yuta look at his Uncle with a begging cry in his eyes, helpless by this obligation he was forced to play.

"..."

The room went silent as if a black crow passed over their heads.

Satoru remained unmoving. Looking at your head slightly peeking from the doorway. Hopeful innocent eyes who are not aware of what she has just done.

In the next minutes, trays of biscuits and pots of tea went around the table.

Some choked and most look constipated having to dine with the Grand Duke who simply watch them with hawk-like eyes. Waiting for anyone to make one wrong comment and one wrong move to throw them out the window.

And yet there was nothing to criticize. The hospitality of Her Ladyship was on point. The cookies are perfect for black tea. But the presence of the Grand Duke simply clouded the amazing tea time. So much if you listen closely you could hear the cup shaking and a bit of tea spilling.

Who wouldn't when His Grace is eyeing them one by one? Arms crossed and unmoved by the flattering words they spoke about the Lady. At this point it was better if they shut their traps and drink so this little stunt could be done with and so is the assembly. Everyone inside is dying for this to end and hole themselves up in the study of their homes and dread the next fortnight they have to hold this assembly with the Grand Duke.

"Leave when you're done."

Satoru left the room with his tray of tea and biscuits like a whirlwind.

Only then did their hunched shoulders relax down and finally, appreciate the taste of the aromatic tea. But it didn't last long as Yuta ushered confused and relieved gentlemen out. 

"Where is His Highness going?"

"I believe he's on his way to have tea with Her Ladyship. Have a good afternoon gentlemen." Yuta replied with a polite smile.

The gates of the ducal residence closed on their faces before any of the vassals could speak. And just like that, they were politely thrown out of the palace.

"Since when did His Highness love drinking tea?"

One of the elder men shook his head. Patting the shoulders of the younger vassal who surely hasn't tasted the forbidden fruit of knowledge yet.

"It's not the tea, boy. It's the one who made the tea."

Lately, you've been interested in teas and snacks. The Grand Duchy of Albastru stretches from the east to the west of the continent. It's so vast that it is said you could find anything in Albastru. Because of that the variety of teas the ducal palace acquires from the merchant and has not been used staggered you. Yuta told you the late Grand Duke and Grand Duchess loved drinking tea, and so was the collection of premium teas in the pantry. But His Grace is not fond of the bitter taste. Often opting for hot cocoa instead.

Uncanny, you must say, and... lovely. You internally chuckled at the image of His Grace offering you his cup of cocoa on cold rainy afternoons.

"But I thought you dislike tea, Your Grace?" You raise a brow at the man sitting in front of you. Stoically and elegantly sipping the black tea.

"Since when have I said that?" He shrugged and took a bite of the butter cookies you made.

The shameless old man knows no limit just to plunder whatever your hand personally made. It's annoyingly adorable.

"So... You're not mad anymore Your Grace?" You softly asked, testing the waters.

"Mad? For what?"

Ah, so the old man's brooding has been appeased now...

You hide the budding smile on your lips and shake your head.

"Nothing Your Grace." In a singsong voice, you giggled.

The two of you ate in silence. Although feeding on blood is the best thing to satiate a vampire's hunger. Eating normal food is also considered a snack. Especially for you who was once a human.

Satoru watches you happily eat. His heart swells in pride seeing you put on some weight, your cheek fuller. Your starved figure when he first found you stirred fury, helplessness, and pain inside him. You look so broken that you would shatter if he applies sudden force in his hand.

When you were human, you lived on a cold mountain, all day of the year it was all snow you've ever seen, the rest of it is still a chilly summer, with barely anything food but berries and wild fruits. He wonders, how did you survive starvation and the deadly cold?

Now that you're a vampire, it is still cold. But you shall never starve, but only have the finest dishes and quality of blood. You shall never freeze, but don the thickest pelt of animal fur, and a soft chair beside the hearth. You shall have enough space to grow and enjoy what you never thought of having in your life.

He will be your home. You'll never suffer any aggrievance in your life but only the best thing this land could offer.

Perhaps coldness will be ever a part of his life. The strange prickly tinge of harsh ice. Or the chilly breeze that blows away the burning rays of heat. Engrave in his soul, the coldness that he will seek no matter where he ends up in this eternity as long as it's with you.

"—Grace?"

A gentle hand cup his cheeks bringing Satoru into the present. Your worried eyes stared at him.

"What is it?"

"Oh—" you pulled back and gingerly laugh. "—You were spacing out."

"I wasn't."

Your lips pursed at his denial.

"Liar." You muttered under your breath and looked away at the blooming blue roses bushes.

Satoru frowned at the remark and pushed his chair backward, opening a space for his legs to part. Languid hand, pat his thigh while looking at you to make a move. An invitation that you've gotten accustomed to and look forward to when it's just the two of you. An invitation he has grown fond of, almost as if it's his instinct to have your weight pressed and close to him.

"I was thinking—" You started. Arms wrapped loosely around his neck whilst your nose found a place under the space of Satoru's ear, nuzzling the edge of his jaw. "—How vast Albastu truly is. Just imagining it staggers me"

Satoru stayed silent. His hand held your waist and the other rest over your knee. Kneading your thigh as you slowly lean your weight fully against him. Your head found space on the crook of his neck, fanning him with your soft breath.

"It's the first and strongest wall against the Lycans." The Emperor needed a soldier and a noble to bind and hold this land together

Satoru is the fruition of the Emperor's ambition. The rest is restrained in his throat, that's a story unsuited for a quiet afternoon tea.

And Satoru would rather sew his mouth shut than tell the burden. You just have to live comfortably, idle if you wish. A life where you are happy is his yearning for this eternity.

The leaves of the tree rustled at the gust of wind. Instinctively Satoru pushes you further into his arms, shielding you from the cold. You don't seem to mind, as you snuggle close, pressing your lips on his throat and nuzzling with your nose where his heartbeat would've pulsed. A searing trickle of anticipation ran down Satoru's veins.

"Behave." Satoru lazily drawled. Pushing a finger above your lips to reprimand you.

But there's always that little devil with her pitchfork in you that wins whenever he warns you.

Baring your fangs, you captured his finger, running your tongue for a small lick over the taste of sugar from the cinnamon roll he had, then sink into your bite.

Sweeping down, Satoru's lips find your temples for a tender kiss, pouring his silent indulgence and affection as you suckle droplets of his blood. Your tongue is hot and tickling him to a groaning mess, spreading warmth over his body.

"Haven't I fed you enough last night Kitten?" Satoru grunted, nudging your head, biting your earlobe making you whine and gasp while sucking on his finger.

It's almost too much, how your whines and moans slide through his ears like warm honey, crystal clear of your need and temptation, sending shivers down his spine, making it harder for Satoru to pull away from your fangs.

"I simply want to bite you. Is there something wrong with it Your Grace?" Your lips pursed, but the twinkle in your eyes tug upon Satoru's heart.

How could he ever turn you down when you look at him like this? Your hand clutched onto his clothes and perched on his lap.

"Indeed, nothing is wrong with it." Satoru sighed in defeat. Tilting his neck to the side in offering to your adorable sweet fangs.

"Hmmm." You giggle. Sated and happy as you wrap your arms around his neck. Pleased at his pliant offer even without your demand. Placing one soft kiss on his neck in delight instead.

"When you are tired, you can always come home." You held his cheeks, searching for his sapphire eyes. A soft smile blossom on your lips. Your thumb ran through the apple of his cheeks, lulling him to comfort. "You must come home to me Your Grace."

Satoru's hand grip your hip and tilt your chin up for a soft kiss.

"Indeed—" In his eyes, flashed a deliberate softness reserved in privacy, only for you. "—You are my home."

In his darkest insanity, you're the remedy he found, what he once thought to be a damned eternity, you're his piece of clarity.

—GreyCaelum,

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[iactuallykissedsharawheeler]

no thoughts just soft ellie moments

laying back with ellie on your stomach, hands softly scratching in her scalp as she wears it down for once. her eyes rolled back and closed in comfort. you sit up, suddenly, shifting the weight to your hands as you lean back.

she groans at the loss, furrowing her brows, “what?”

“nothing. just wanna look at you.” you say, hearing the dreaminess in your own voice.

her eyes flutter open, a growing grin on her lips, “that's kinda gay, babe.”

you immediately roll your eyes, sure you can see brain, “shut the fuck uppp.”

“oh, did i ruin your moment, baby? i’m sorry.” she lifts and turns, giving you a short kiss. chuckling a little when you trail after her as she pulls back.

she turns, plops her head back onto your lap and hums expectantly. you bring your hand down, moving the hair from the centre of her forehead, and lean down to kiss the spot. her eyebrow inclines slightly, a small smile creeping in. you brush over her cheek, then kiss there, too. then the other. then her nose.

ellie's nose crinkles, her grin taking up half her face now as she stifles a giggle, “what're you doing?”

“can i not kiss my girl anymore?” you murmur eyes running over every inch of her face, grinning at the coy blush on her cheeks.

“whatever.” she mumbles, pretending she's not practically melting under your touch.

author's note; booooo ‼️🍅🍅 sorry this is NOT my best but I like. Thought it? Definitely not double checked and this has been in my drafts LONG enough. I'll try to convince myself to post my bazillion requests later, though!!!!! again pls pls give me thoughts and constructive criticism because... this could have been better probably. or actually, this is amazing and I'm a perfect authour. (delusion 😍) creds to @ cafekitsune for the dividers !!!

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a/n: take this until i’m done writing requests and other fics luvs ♡

ONE PIECE HEADCANONS #2

Overwatch Mains!

❝ giving each strawhat + more an overwatch hero they'd play. comment on suggestions i should do! :3 ❞

MONKEY D. LUFFY - Tracer

╰┈➤ I feel like Luffy is so simple enough to play the icon of Overwatch. Luffy was so baffled to see that she was able to teleport and immediately fell in love with the kit. Considering Tracer is also a flanking character, he'd be in the middle of the enemy team causing havoc. Will NOT touch support

Luffy: WOAH SHE CAN TELEPORT???? THATS SO COOL

Other Choices: Reinhardt as Tank, Junkrat as second Damage

RORONOA ZORO - Genji

╰┈➤ This is such an obvious choice, there's no need to explain. He rocks the Sentai skin on Genji or just his regular no-skin outfit just for the green. He's the only hero he has with gold weapons and the highest ranked. He insta-locks this man whenever he's playing.

Sanji: Do you play anyone else Mosshead???

Zoro: Just shut up and heal me if you want to win, cook

Other Choices: Doomfist as Tank

VINSMOKE SANJI - Cole Cassidy

╰┈➤ I feel like Sanji connects with Cassidy's charm and smoking habits so he plays him often. He knows Cassidy is the lover boy of the Overwatch community and everyone obsesses over him so he took that as an opportunity to main him. Sanji's second-best class is support but only really pays attention to Nami's health. Won't heal anyone else (especially Zoro) unless they're shouting at him.

Zoro: SWIRLY BROWS, CAN YOU HEAL ME? IM AT 20 IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT

Sanji: WELL MAYBE IF YOU STOPPED JUMPING SO MUCH ID HEAL YOU. LET ME HEAL MY SWEET NAMI FIRST

Zoro: I DIED ANYWAYS I HOPE THEY KILL YOU

Other Choices: Mercy and Ana as Support

GOD USOPP - Widowmaker

╰┈➤ This choice is so obvious. Widow is a sniping character, and so is Usopp. He is a menace to Widow and doesn't even know it. He likes how Widow isn't meant to be on the actual battlefield but more on the sidelines picking off the enemy teams. He screams like a bitch when someone flanks behind him though.

Usopp: Okay, I killed their supports we should be good- *A Tracer comes up from behind* LUFFYYYYYYYY THERES SOMEONE ON MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Luffy: Oh sorry Im in spawn :p

Other Choices: Lucio as Support, Hanzo as second Damage

NAMI - Kiriko

╰┈➤ Nami definitely loves Kiriko for her more angsty personality that no one likes. She'd rather help in the backlines than deal with fighting up front, but she puts the kunais to WORK. Sanji is always on her tail and targets anyone who tries to or manages to kill her.

Nami: Dang it, I died. Try to hold out a little longer guys-

Sanji: WHO DID IT NAMI????? ILL KILL THEM FOR YOU MY SWEET

Other Choices: Brigette as second Support, Ashe as Damage, D.va as Tank

TONY TONY CHOPPER - Mercy

╰┈➤ Chopper will mainly play any support but Mercy is his top choice. He tries to revive anyone he can even in the tightest of situations. He is the best healer you can get, but he can also be a great tank. But our lil baby gets stressed...

Chopper: IM COMING LUFFY DONT WORRY

Zoro: Chopper, can you damage boost me?

Chopper: YEAH IN A SEC-

Sanji: Chopper revive! That Zenyatta is so low!

Chopper: IM TRYINGGGGGGGG

Other Choices: Orisa and Wrecking Ball as Tank

NICO ROBIN - Moira

╰┈➤ There is no possible way Nico doesn't play Moira. I feel like she's more DPS Moira than anything but still upholds good support for her team.

Other Choices: Sombra as Damage, Lifeweaver as Support

FRANKY - Reinhardt

╰┈➤ Franky is 100% the crew's Tank main. He knows every tank playstyle from top to the very bottom but his favorite is of course the loudest one there. Franky is the most reliable tank you can get. He insta-locks Rein and adores him to the very end.

Sanji: I think you should switch, Franky they have a few counters-

Franky: Ill still kick their asses, I dont care Im playing Reinhardt

Other Choices: Bastion as Damage

SOUL KING BROOK - Junkrat

╰┈➤ Brook finds ruining people's day by playing the most annoying character on the roster the funniest thing ever. He laughs when Junkrat laughs manically. It's such a fitting choice for his personality

Other Choices: Reaper as second Damage

PORTGAS D. ACE - Solider: 76

╰┈➤ He is such a straightforward person enough to play Solider but be dope good at it. Ace would be the type of person to get ahead of themselves and over-extend though.

Sabo: ACE ACE YOURE OVER EXTENDING I CANT HEAL YOU-

Ace: Huh? *dies* Oh my bad

Sabo: Ill get off right now.

Luffy: BAHSKAKAHAIAHA WHY HE DIE LIKE THATAHSAA-

Other Choices: Torbjorn for second Damage

SABO - Baptiste

╰┈➤ Sabo is definitely a good damage support hero. He loves Bap for his sweet personality yet dark backstory similar to his own. He can't stand playing with 2 reckless damages every time though (Luffy and Ace)

Luffy: Saboooooo why didn't you heal meeeeeee :(

Sabo: YOURE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MAP IM SORRY???

Other Choices: Zenyatta as second Support, Echo as Damage

TRAFALGAR D. WATER LAW - Ramattra

╰┈➤ I see Law playing the most complex Tank in the game but Law can play almost anyone on the roster if he feels like it. He barely gives out any callouts unless he is raging like crazy

Luffy: Imma go in and kill everyone

Law: ...

Zoro: I need help over here not gonna lie

Law: ...

Sanji: I think Im gonna switch-

Law: CAN THIS SYMMETRA STOP PLACING TURRETS ON OUR SPAWN OH MY FUCKING-

Other Choices: Reaper as Damage, Mercy as Support

EUSTASS KIDD - Roadhog

╰┈➤ Kidd is definitely a one-trick and only for the most annoying tank in the game. Killer is definitely his pocket healer and will yell at anyone who comes after his skills in the slightest

Law: Kid please pick another tank, you're doing terrible

Kid: WHAT??? FUCK YOU SAY

Luffy: YOU SUCK

Kid: I COULD BEAT BOTH OF YOU IN A 1V1 RIGHT NOW-

thats all! i hoped you enjoyed the little dialogues hehe

[elficially-done-with-life]

Relax

Pairing: Yavanna x fem!reader

A/N: My first time writing for an Ainur/Valar, yayy! I hope you like this. I headcanon that the Reader was one of the elves on the Helcaraxë and was the first one to die out of the cold. That is why it was decided that Yavanna would help her heal, which lead to them falling in love.

Summary: Yavanna and the Reader have their first time.

Warnings: sexual content

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"Relax." Yavanna's voice was like honey in your ears. You had never understood how she managed to sound so soothing and gentle. It was unlike anything you'd ever heard from anyone else and it would have made your knees weak if you hadn't been lying on the ground long ago.

Beneath you, you felt the light tickle of the grass. On the rest of your already naked body, you had already gotten rid of your clothes at the beginning, you felt Yavanna's fingers, which felt like a gentle spring breeze.

You wished you could fulfil her wish and relax, but your heart was pounding in your chest, after all, this was the first time you'd ever done anything like this and you were a little nervous. But a good kind of nervous.

You could already feel the heat spreading through your lower regions.

The way your lips kissed, the way her nose rubbed against your collarbones and neck, and the way the tips of your bare breasts gently pressed or brushed against each other whenever she leant towards you was the most wonderful thing you'd ever felt.

In the back of your mind you wondered if it would always feel like this, or only with Yavanna, but then you realised that it didn't matter, because she was the only one for you.

Her hands found your hips and her fingers were gently ghosting over your skin. None of her touches were too firm or seemed awkward, which had made you a little nervous at first, but she had whispered softly into your ear, "Do not worry, you will do great." Her voice seemed to have rekindled your courage, because your touches increased after that.

You felt her gently lick the outside of your ear, causing you to shiver and moan softly.

Right at the beginning you had been a little embarrassed by your body's reactions, but when you had looked up at Yavanna and seen her smile and the fire in her eyes, which had dispelled the otherwise warm breeze in them, you had realised that she really liked your body's reactions, so you had given them free rein.

Yavanna's fingers massaged your hips as her lips slowly travelled down your body. As she sought to kiss your neck, you could feel the pleasant warmth of the sun on your face until your senses were distracted by something else.

As Yavanna's lips reached your breasts, another moan escaped you and you could feel it getting even wetter in between your legs.

At your reaction, Yavanna laughed her laugh that sounded like a warm summer breeze and reminded you of all the days you had spent here together laughing, sometimes crying, but definitely in love and happy.

And so you finally managed to relax, which she seemed to notice straight away, because before she turned her attention back to your breasts, she whispered: "Well done!"

Her lips brushed gently against the tip of your nipple, and your hands found her elbows to cling to as your body arched towards her.

One of her hands found your other breast and began to gently knead it with her fingers. So gently that her touch was barely perceptible.

She looked up into your face, as if to make sure everything was alright with you, before she placed her lips just below your breasts and continued her journey downwards.

It seemed like only a few seconds, but you knew Yavanna had taken longer than that before her soft lips began to kiss up the inside of your legs.

A soft whimper escaped your mouth and goose bumps spread all over your body.

She looked up at you again and waited until you nodded trembling, then she placed her lips, slightly more open than with her previous kisses, over the lips of your vagina.

It felt like your whole body was on fire, but it was a pleasant fire, and one that Yavanna had under control, which made it beautiful.

Eventually she began to gently lick along your vagina, each touch making you see stars, until her tongue finally penetrated between your lips and found its way into your vagina.

Your hands gripped the grass around you tightly, clinging to it as you feared you would otherwise lose consciousness.

There were no words in any language you had ever heard, you were sure, to describe exactly what you were feeling. It was different than you had expected, but in a good way.

It wasn't long before you felt your vagina squeeze. It went faster than you expected. Maybe it was like that because it was the first time for you?

Yavanna seemed to notice too, as the movements of her tongue quickened and just before you came, she began to suck, slowly swallowing your juices.

As you slowly came down from your climax, you felt your legs go a little numb and it took you a moment to realise just how out of breath you were.

Yavanna slowly sat up, but not before she had pressed one last gentle kiss to the outside lips of your vagina, causing you to tremble as it was still sensitive.

Remnants of your fluids glistened on Yavanna's lips. She carefully stroked her lips with her thumb and collected it all before licking it off.

That alone almost brought you back to your senses and made you aroused a second time. You were really happy to have her.

[artsyunderstudy]

I KNOW you just finished climbing that fragile bones mountain but I MISS YOU PLEASE WRITE/DRAW SOMETJING. But also take care of yourself, hope you’re well!

Also I’m sorry to be such a pain in the ass, but I think it would be good for you to know: the grammatically correct version is ‘rein it in’, as opposed to ‘reign it in’, which is a completely common and understandable mistake to make! But I respect you and your work too much to let you be unaware of this any longer.

So I'm working on a big big art commission at the moment, which is why I haven't done as much drawing recently. I hope I can share more on this soon, but it's been many months in the making, so it's cut into my drawing for pleasure time.

Also I am working on a small fic that I was hoping to start posting this past weekend but I got into a car accident (I'm mostly fine no worries) and I'm just not moving as quick as I want to at the moment. So yeah, things are in the works for sure.

I appreciate the correction but I'm actually not sure where I used that phrase. Was it one of my fics? I remember using it but honestly can't remember where.

♡

[starry-night-rose]

“You came to see me dance? Very well then.....enjoy the show”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Full Name: Odette Leda Cygnet

Nicknames: Reine des Cygnes (Rook) Lil’ Swan (Floyd) Coppelia (Victoria by @rosietrace ) The ballerina (Azul)

V/A: Ayako Kawasumi (JP) Chelsea Kwok (EN)

!Twisted from Duchess Swan from Ever After High!

Age: 18

Birthday: March 4th

Horoscope: Pisces

Species: Half-Fae

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 157 cm (or 5’2)

Hair Color: Ebony with streaks of white

Eye color: Dark Purple

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Homeland: Shaftlands (Currently) Briar Valley (Formerly)

Family: Unnamed Father, Unnamed Mother, Unnamed Grandfather

Dominant Hand: Right

Dormitory: Pomfiore, Fableheart (belongs to @windbornearchon )

School Year: 3rd year

Class: 3-C (No. 14)

Best Class(es): Animal Languages, Potions

Worst Class: P.E

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Favorite Food(s): Blackberries, Blueberries, Apples, grass

Least Favorite Food(s): Steak, Swan, Cashews

Hobbies: Ballet, Playing the piano, Reading, Sulking

Dislikes: Singing, Her curse, Sunny days

Talent(s): Dancing, Piano playing, Talking to animals (especially swans)

Sexuality: Bisexual Demiromantic

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Personality: Almost always seen with a frown upon her face, Odette is a somber, melancholy individual. Odette keeps to herself and would rather take a swan-dive off the roof than socialize with others. Odette is under the belief that so long as she keeps to herself, she wouldn’t get attached to others and be forced to see them despair. Odette is cold at times but once a person leaves, she immediately feels remorseful over how she acted and thus, keeps more to herself. Odette is pessimistic about life because of her fate and feels jealous of others who seem to have their “perfect fairytale endings” while she’s stuck with hers. Deep down, Odette does care about others, she just wants them to be happy and tries her best to make those people feel happy indirectly like writing them compliments on pieces or paper or leaving anonymous flowers to cheer them up! There are rare times that Odette feels truly happy and that’s when she’s dancing! Often you can see her smiling and enjoying herself! That is until someone walks in and Odette is back to her grumpy self!

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Backstory: Odette was once a happy child who lived with her two loving parents in the Briar Valley. She loved to sing and dance and do all sorts of things that a happy child would do! However, this all changed on Odette’s 9th birthday. On that day, Odette awoke to find a large strand of her hair had turned white. Odette tried to cover it up with the rest of her hair but it was quickly discovered by her parents. On Odette’s paternal side, there was a familial curse. A curse that would cause the person afflicted to turn into a swan for all of time. Thankfully, this only affected person when they came to the end of their life and, due to Odette’s paternal side being all Fae, this wouldn’t happen for centuries! However, Odette was a special case. She was a half-fae and rather than the curse afflicting her late in life, it came for her early. Desperate for some way to break the curse, The Cygnets turned to their friends the Le Fay family when they were stopping by the Briar Valley and begged them to help their daughter. The Le Fay’s own daughter Victoria tried her best to try to break the curse but as it was too strong, Victoria would only edit the curse. The edit was that the curse could be broken by an act of true love. Over time however, Odette lost faith in true love and kept to herself. Years later, Odette was accepted into RSA and was sorted into the dorm Fableheart. However, Odette was chosen for an NRC-RSA exchange program and at NRC, she was sorted into Pomfiore.

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Trivia!

Odette absolutely adores the rain

Due to her curse, Odette’s singing voice has taken a turn for the worse. People often say she sounds like a dying swan when singing

Back home, Odette has many different pets including a kitten, a horse, and a whole flock of swans!

Due to her curse, Odette started to have traits similar to that of swans, such as eating grass or communicating with other swans!

Odette has been taking ballet and other dance classes since a very young age!

Odette was actually friends with Victoria Le Fay as a child and the two would regularly play together when Victoria was visiting her family in the Briar Valley

Odette is typically seen practicing in one of the Pomfiore dance studios or dancing along the beaches of Sage’s Isle!

Seeing Odette smile is a myth passed around Pomfiore and the rest of NRC, they say that the one who can get her to smile, will do well on their exams! Odette has yet to confirm or deny this myth!

When Odette’s hair turns fully white, she is doomed to turn into a swan!

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hello/goodbye hugs that linger of your favourite ship of the new show you're into (and that's very tempting to watch XD)?

Mon Veraaaaa (๑ Ỡ ◡͐ Ỡ๑)ﾉ♡

Please come join me in MJTY hell :D

based on the blossoming romance writing prompts

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In the end, there really isn't much he can do to stem the flow of time. At the root of it all, Yuanzhi is Yuanzhi and Shangjue gege will always be Shangjue gege. He knows this, has accepted it a long time ago.

It still doesn't mean his heart doesn't twist a little sourly at the thought of this farewell meaning something different than all the farewells that have come before it. For as long as he can remember now, he has always been the person to see Shangjue off when he rides out into the jianghu, and always made sure he is one of the first persons who greets him upon his return. Back then, it had been something he had done, rain or shine, because he wanted to make sure his gege knew that someone had his back no matter what anyone might say.

As he had grown, those moments he spent standing on the parapet watching Gege's retinue until they were little more than a speck in the distance had felt a lot like a wife who was seeing her husband off to war.

Yuanzhi had done his best not to stoke the flames of that train of thought.

Then, had come the selection of the brides. Yuanzhi had hoped, somewhere deep down in his heart of hearts, that Shangjue would remain as he was, and he could just pretend, even if for a moment on the parapet. But he knows better than to say a word, and he knows gege won't either. Not when there was and is nothing there of that nature in him.

And then Shangguan Qian.

And then Wufeng.

And, Gong Huanyu. With his cold, dark eyes that flicker over him when he called him Shangjue's weakness when detailing his evil and wickedness.

And after.

In the aftermath, Shangjue takes his hand and tells him that Gong Huanyu was wrong. Yuanzhi isn't his weakness, but his strength. There's something earnest about the confession. Something almost shy. It's enough to have Yuanzhi swooning a little.

When the dust settles and they begin to rebuild, duty takes precedent again, and Shangjue dons his travelling cloak and readies his horse. Which is where they find themselves.

Yuanzhi folds his hands behind his back and circles his fingers around his wrist to hold himself back from reach out to touch, to rein in the longing on his skin to feel Gege's on his own, to not burden the one he holds most dear with the fruitlessness of his yearning.

There's too many people around them, in any case. It seems like the whole family have taken time off their work and tasks to come bid Shangjue a safe trip. Yuanzhi stands a little to the side, watching Shangjue work his way through saying his goodbyes until he stops in front of Yuanzhi.

Smiling, Shangjue wraps Yuanzhi up in the warmth and safety of his hug.

"Wait for me," Shangjue whispers to the shell of his ear, lips branding the curve. "Don't overthink it. Don't overthink us. I'll be back and we can talk about us. Just wait for me, hm?"

Yuanzhi can only nod. Shangjue pulls away to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. "Come back safely."

"I will," Shangjue agrees, laughing a little as he steps back, just the same way he did when he'd first kissed Yuanzhi. "And you'll be here waiting for me."

Inclining his head bashfully, Yuanzhi manages a soft, "Mn!"