#AND TAKE UTMOST CARE ♥

[funbearer]

A son took his father to a restaurant to enjoy a delicious dinner. His father is quite old and therefore, a little weak too. While eating, food occasionally fell on his shirt and pants. The other guests watched the old man with their faces contorted in disgust,but his son remained calm. After they both finished eating, the son quietly helped his father and took him to the toilet. Cleaned food scraps from his crampled face and attempted to wash food stains on his clothes, graciously combed his gray hair and finally put on his glasses.

As they left the restroom, a deep silence reigned in the restaurant. The son paid their bill but just before they leave, a man, also old, got up and ask the old man’s son, “Don’t you think you left something here?”

The young man replied “I did not

leave anything.”

Then the stranger said to him,”You left a lesson here for every son and a hope for every father.”

The whole restaurant was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop!

One of the greatest honours that exist, is being able to take care of those who have taken care of us too. Our parents and all those elders who sacrificed their lives with all their time, money and effort for us, deserve our utmost respect .

♥♥♥

[gumiluver]

CHERRY POPPIN’! ~ JJK NSFW SCENARIOS

synopsis: he pops your cherry 🍒🖤

cover pic credit: she0yl on pinterest

lovers <3: afab!reader, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro/zen’in toji, ryomen sukuna

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact

cw: pwp, nsfw, minors DNI, corruption kink, dirty talk, mentions of virginity loss, pet names, squirting (‘kuna), dacryphilia (kento), spitting (toji), finger sucking (‘kuna)

✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧

SATORU 🖤

While most may perceive Satoru to be a slutty little tease—which is inherently true—he would take you with utmost care and sincerity. To him, this is an act of pure, unadulterated love—something he’s experienced once in his life that flew from his grasp too soon. He’s lucky to experience it again, so he makes sure to pay extra attention and time when he has you underneath him.

He savors every inch of your body and shows you just how good sex can feel and how it should feel. He wants you to remember what you saw, what you felt, how you felt—he wants to ensure that you remember this moment in its entirety, forever.

He told himself that he would restrain himself—he has too. He knows better than to lose control and ask for more, but fuck—the way your warm, plush cunt felt around his thick shaft had him begging for round two— how could you deny that sweet face of his?

“shhh, baby I know shhhh—breathe with me now,” he soothes, holding you closely to his chest as you sit on his lap, cock shoved deeply into your untouched womb. You’re panting ridiculously, enough to make gojo worry that you’ll pass out before you even get to experience the fun. You’re gripping onto his shoulders tightly, shoving your face into the crook of his neck to inhale his comforting scent, hoping to ground yourself back to reality. It’s sweet, yet husky—the perfect thing to refocus your poor, scrambled mind.

You knew it was going to be uncomfortable, but you didn’t expect that you would feel so…full—so deep. You know for a fact that your fingers have never reached that deep into your pussy, and while his fingers always sunk deliciously into your core it never felt quite this…filling.

“tell me how you feel princess, need to hear you talk t’ me” he says, gently pushing your body forward to look at you. He cups your cheek and presses his forehead against yours, wanting to keep you close and provide as much comfort to you as possible. He gives you slow, circular thrusts that don’t necessarily have the normal amount of heft that he’d love to give you, but does have that same passion and rigor that he dreamed of—he just couldn’t help himself.

“f-feel you so…d-deep, ‘toru. ‘s-so full—nnghhh!!” you groan, already a cockdrunk mess from the mind-numbing pleasure. It rumbles throughout your body and settles in the depths of your womb, waiting for the perfect moment to send you over the edge, “n-need more ‘toruuu, please!!” you cry, begging for something that you couldn’t quite place, but Satoru reads you loud and clear and gives you exactly what you need, “s’okay baby, I got you,”

He starts up a slow, tender pace that makes his thick cock twitch against your plush walls, perfectly pressing his tip against that snug place that’s so soft and squishy, a place satoru fingers are all too familiar with.

“Aghhh!!” you yelp, feeling your walls spasm against his cock. Your juices dripping down your pussy and onto your plump ass as if it were crying—vying—for his attention. He feels your virgin pussy clench impossibly tighter around him, and he swears he can see the heavens and hear its beings call to him from above—downright delusional from how fucked up your pussy’s got him.

“thaaaat’s it, such a good girl fr’ me—opening up nicely on my cock,” he groans, losing himself in the pleasure your pussy provides him. With every slow thrust he gives you his grunts get louder, eagerness lacing each pant that begged to feel more of you, to have more of you, to claim more of you “goddd this pussy’s suckin’ me dry, princess—gonna let me keep fuckin’ you after we cum together, right?”

SUGURU 🖤

Suguru thinks it’s endearing of you; naive, but endearing. He truly has no idea how you’ve made it this far without having sex, a pretty girl like you must be waiting for her knight in shining armor—too bad you fell for his curse instead.

Now, that’s not to say that he doesn’t treat you like a princess. Of course he’s gentle with you! Always been so carefully observant over your silly little behaviors and expressions. He’s engrained all of your sweet smiles and laughs, so he knows how to read you perfectly—a blessing and a curse.

He can’t help but tease and rile you up, loving how you wiggle and shy away from him. But now, he gets to see you at your most vulnerable, and the cherry on top is getting to be your first out of everyone else. He knows that you’ll be hooked on him once you get a taste, leaving him with the perfect opportunity to consume your deliciously sweet innocence.

“Gonna start movin’ now m’kay? n’ don’t be afraid to moan fr’ me, princess,” he whispers lowly into your neck, lips brushing dangerously close to your skin as he soothes your aching body. You can feel your pussy pulse throughout your core, making you shiver from your head to your feet. After giving a gentle hum and a small nod, suguru begins to move his hips in slow, circular motions. Carefully tilting his pelvis forward, he effectively brushes up against the hood of your clit, stimulating your poor, neglected bud.

And the pleasure that bursts in your core from his subtle movements had you ready to cum in a matter of seconds, “aahh—AAHH~!! Suguruuu~!!” you cry out, surprised at how different this type of pleasure felt. Sure your fingers can get the job done of course, but to have the love of your life stretch you out while he plays with your sensitive bud makes you feel like you’re going insane.

“mmmm, can feel you getting wetter fr’ me, love. Is it cause you like it when I fuck you? Could that be it princess?” he taunts, starting to accelerate his pace yet never fully pulling out. Plus, the way your virgin pussy clenches around his cock—fuckin’ hell—he doesn’t even think he can get out of your pussy.

A certain squeak from you captures his attention, and he can’t help but slowly press his cock deeper into your princess pussy—wanting to sheathe himself deeper into your womb so that you can fucking taste his cock. He knows he’s struck gold once you let out another squeak, but this time it morphs into a pretty little squeal that makes his dick throb inside your tight walls—such a lovely little sound, “oh? right there, huh?”

Embarrassed, you cover your mouth as he continues to ruthlessly circle his hips, forcing his tip to poke and prod perfectly into your sweet spot. He’s pushing your thighs up to wrap around his slutty waist, allowing him deeper access to your dripping pussy, but instead of hearing the glorious sounds of your pretty wails he hears a muffled little scream that he knows would’ve rattled the neighborhood—how disappointing.

“ah ah ah—what do you think your doin’, naughty girl?” he scolds, tsking at your feeble attempts of silencing your salacious whines. The hand that was gripping the back of your thigh travels upward to rip your hand away from your mouth. He’s captured both your hands, easily pinning them above your head, and the pitiful whimper that travels from your lips makes suguru’s cock pulse intensely within your princess walls. You can literally feel the beat of his cock, and fuck does it feel good.

Right before you can look away from his piercing gaze, his other hand shoots up to grip your chin firmly, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. The look he gives you dares you to challenge him, to look away and hide your face, to stifle your shaky and pleasure-filled breaths.

He wants you to let go of your guard and give in to him—to let him have all of you, unconditionally.

He peers into your puppy eyes, letting his thumb glide across your bottom lip before he shoves it in your mouth. You whine around his thumb, and before you can start sucking on it he pulls it out and places his hand back around your neck—not to constrict your airflow but to make sure that your attention is solely on him, “you know what I want, sweetheart—go on, moan for me…better yet, scream for me,”

KENTO 🖤

If there is any man in the world even worthy of glimpsing at your most sacred form, it would be Nanami Kento. He admires and appreciates your mind and body, worships the ground you walk on and the very essence of you. Hell, if you were a powerful deity he would sacrifice bountiful goods to you, dedicate shrines to you, create epics and poems about you. He would be your most dutiful follower.

A diligent man—always been known to take his time and to never rush his work, so when you confide to him that you’ve never had sex before, too scared to give something so delicate to someone who’ll just bust a quick nut and dump you the next day, he knows he’ll be putting in some overtime—not like he really minds.

Kento will make sure that you have the most mind blowing orgasm that you’ll ever experience; an orgasm to put all future orgasm to shame and leave you desperately crawling back to him for more.

“doing so good for me sweetheart, keep holdin’ on to me—just like that love, ” he praises, watching his cock slowly disappear into your tight pussy as you start gripping onto his biceps. He feels the sharp sting of your nails piercing into his flesh, and he can’t help but wish to feel you rake his back red instead.

“ken-kento, mmmm…f-feels different,” you whimper to him, feeling the subtle burn begin to fade away and bloom into something foreign—something exciting. You feel it shake your core and ripple throughout your body, almost as if it were forcing you to work on overdrive. You can’t help it when your pussy constricts around his poor cock that’s just aching to fully sheathe itself inside you.

“ngghh—fuuuckk,” Kento growls deeply—a subtle declaration of his restraint. He’s gripping the headboard above you so tightly that you start to hear the wood splinter under his grasp. His other hand lowers to grasp at your hip, trying to prevent himself from losing control and pistoning his cock straight into your warmth. You can see him clench his jaw while he stills his hips, a shaky breath leaving his plush lips. And you try to be a good girl for him, you really do, but it’s all just so much for your poor virgin pussy to handle.

“hhnngg—kentooo!! s’ too biiiiig—aaaahhhh!!~” you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as you try and wiggle away, but kento’s quick to recover and pin your sneaky little hips down to the bed. He coos at you, rubbing gentle circles on your hips and leans closer to your neck, wanting to coax you back to him.

After peppering gentle kissing all the way up to your neck, he travels towards the shell of your ear, breath fanning sinfully against your skin making your pussy quiver with anticipation, “sh, sh, sh, baby—focus on my voice, good girl,” he moans, pulling away from you to get a good look at your pretty face.

But once he sees you open your eyes, he feels all his restraint fly right out the window.

“Oh…poor baby,” he says, unmistakably obsessed with how fucked out you look right now, so helpless for your pleasure. He can’t help the way his cock throbs against your walls from seeing your pure, doll-eyes well up with tears of pleasure and pain, “just a few more inches love, you can take it,”

TOJI 🖤

The second he finds out you’re a virgin he’s stuck to you like fucking glue. Thankfully, he’s a patient man, and you’ve seemed to peak his interest for something more than just a quick fuck.

He doesn’t exactly know why he feels the need to be the one to fuck you first, to make you go crazy on his dick and become an obsessed little pup that just wants to feel good. It has him reeling in his mind about all the truly terrible things he’d love to do to you—to slowly corrupt the very innocence of your being and mold you to his perfect little plaything.

He promised himself to take it nice and easy with you first, not wanting to scare you away from what he has in store for you in the future—but whether or not he sticks with that promise is entirely up to you.

“don’t hurt yerself pup, go down nice n’ slow,” he warns, gripping the plush of your hips as he eyes you cautiously. You nod and smile, sweet eyes feigning innocence as you had absolutely no intention of heeding his warning. He’s been prepping you for hours now to help accommodate your pussy to his cock, but at this point you were starting to get needy for something more—something filling.

You hastily shift your hips up and watch as his rock hard cock shoots up to harshly brush against your folds, causing you to jump from the sudden pleasure. He chuckles, engrossed over how sensitive your untouched body is—makes him wonder how you’d look underneath him, fucked out from sheer overstimulated and covered in his thick, sticky cum.

And while toji’s all up in his perverted, slutty head, planning out all the debauched ways he can ruin your sweet cunt, he realizes how you’ve been trying to shove and force his huge cock into your tiny, tiny, virgin pussy. He grips your hips tightly, halting all movement so he can properly scold you, “what did I say? ya do that shit again and I promise yer gonna regret not listenin’,”

You shrink under his stern gaze, avoiding his eyes as he eases his grip on you to caress up and down your sides. He knows you just wanna feel good, wanna have that pussy filled to the brim with his cock, but you gotta be patient. You don’t wanna hurt that pretty princess pussy of yours now, do you?

Seems like you didn’t really mind it tho with the way you quickly revert back to your usual impatient self, either too prideful to listen or too confident in your tolerance. You just wouldn’t stop squirming out of his grasp, desperate to grind your bare cunt along his thick shaft. Your slick glosses up toji’s cock, allowing his throbbing tip to nudge against your sensitive bud, eliciting a delicious whine from you that’s got him internally groaning. ‘She’s gonna be the death of me,’ he thinks to himself, letting you rub your little clit onto his tip.

He won’t deny it, he’s groaning like an absolute whore for you now, hypnotized by the way you sway your hips—utterly tantalizing. It’s like your hips are calling out to him, beckoning him to grip and bruise them, yet every time he tries to sneak a touch you’re quick to smack his hand or dodge his grasp. And he, knowing it’s your first time, tries to mask his frustration as best as he can. He’s warned you once—twice—maybe even three times to go slow, to not tempt the beast, and the sheer fact that he’s letting you tease him like this is making him lose. his. fucking. mind.

So fuck it.

He grabs your hips, flipping the both of you over to pin you down into a nasty mating press where he corners and pushes his cock into you, spitting on your pussy and rubbing your clit amidst the chaos of it all. You yelp, the sudden intrusion giving you whiplash, and you can feel your pussy clench and gush from how he’s been tossin’ you around. Toji lets out a deafening moan, unable to hold back just how good your tight little pussy feels around the fat tip of his cock—he can’t fucking wait to fill you up with the rest of his shaft and stuff you full of his cum, “fuuuckkk—such a fuckin’ tease for holdin this pussy back from me. gonna let me have my way with her now huh, pup?”

SUKUNA 🖤

He knew the second you stepped into his life that you were a virgin, but what he didn’t know was how you had never experienced any form of romantic intimacy, ever. A blank canvas for him to mold and tweak however he may so please—you poor soul.

Whenever an opportunity arrives to show you something new about your unexplored body he seizes it. Teaching your pure little mind and heart about the nastiest, most depraved desires that humans can experience ignites a fire in his core that ravages his body. At this state, he really couldn’t control himself even if he wanted to—helpless to his own demonic desires.

But you’re such a good girl for him—so eager to learn and please. Sometimes he wonders if this little game of cat and mouse is just a ruse for you to make him fall under your spell and become enamored with you and only you. It’s pointless tho, considering how he was already obsessed with you before you even knew it.

“s-sukuna…I-I dunno if I can handle somethin’ so…big,” you mumbled, hesitancy written all over your face as you watch him pump his monstrous cock. He snickers, already knowing damn well that he’s not gonna fit inside you—but he’ll make it work.

“oh, you’ll take my cock nicely, I’ll make sure of that, little one,” he says, eager to slip inside your virgin cunt and finally take what he’s yearned so longingly for, to take and breed you as undeniably his.

You shiver and shake, feeling your slick slide down your plump ass as he teases your tight hole with his fat tip. He doesn’t push it in just yet—despite your incessant pleas for more—he just feels too much resistance for his liking; while he is a curse, he’s not a monster.

“Shhh, little one, be good for me,” he warns, stuffing his index finger in your mouth to muffle your whining. He can’t deny how tempting it would be to just thrust his entire cock into you, feel your virgin cunt spasm uncontrollably around the entirety of his length until you squirt and spray all over him—but he doesn’t want the fun to end too soon.

“Can you feel me stretchin’ your tight pussy with my tip? Can you feel her open up fr’ me?” he slurs, absolutely pussy drunk from slowly sinking his thick, fat cock into your warm, plush walls. He can feel your princess pussy start to give in to him, slowly accepting defeat and submitting to his demanding cock. Smirking, he moves the hand that’s fingers are stuffed down your throat to where the two of you are connected, making sure to press and rub your pretty bud that was just begging for attention.

And as it is well known in the laws of physics: “for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction”—he just didn’t expect this to be the reaction.

“Good…such a good girl,” he pants, shocked by just how quick it was for you to cum—let alone squirt—around his cock.

But what he was most shocked about was how he couldn’t control his own impending orgasm—inadvertently painting your walls white upon seeing you squirt. The way your virgin cunt deliciously clamped around the head of his cock made it impossible for him to stave off his orgasm.

Looks like you ended up being too much for the King of Curses to handle.

✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧ ✧༺♥༻✧

a/n: hi hi hi luvssss <3, and happy new year!! I hope 2024 brings y’all so much happiness and joy!! also…I wanna get to know you guys 🥺!! pls don’t feel afraid to send in an ask or message (I don’t bite…hard hehehe)

Likes, comments, follows, reblogs, and any other form of interaction is greatly appreciated <3 #supportcreators

navi <3

[doumadono]

Douma & s/o practicing Tessenjutsu - headcanons

Requested by: @grossograsso ♥

MASTERLIST

Douma, being skilled in combat and knowledgeable about various forms of martial arts, takes a keen interest in your desire to learn tessenjutsu, the art of fighting with a tessen (iron fan). He sees it as an opportunity to bond further and share a common interest

Douma's approach to training you is patient and supportive. He understands the importance of starting from the basics and gradually progressing. He helps you master the fundamental techniques, offering guidance and gentle corrections along the way. "Now, focus on your footwork. Keep your stance stable, and remember to pivot your hips for more power. Ready? Begin!"

There are times when you become frustrated with a difficult technique, feeling like you're not making any progress. Sensing your discouragement, Douma surprises you with a small gift — a beautifully designed tessen that he personally crafted. It serves as a reminder of his belief in your abilities and reignites your determination to improve

As you train together, Douma's eyes sparkle with admiration as he witnesses your growth and dedication. He encourages you, praising your progress and helping you refine your skills. Your training sessions become moments of shared passion and connection. "Impressive! Your movements are becoming more natural. Keep refining your technique, and soon you'll be a master of tessenjutsu!"

Despite your best efforts, accidents happen, and sometimes wounds are inevitable. When you accidentally cut yourself with the tessen, Douma's concern immediately takes over. He swiftly tends to you, gently cleaning and bandaging the wound with utmost care, his touch both gentle and reassuring. "Ah, Y/N, you need to be more focused, my little lotus. We don't want you to bleed out, yeah?"

To add a touch of humor to your training, Douma challenges you to a friendly tessenjutsu duel. Despite his formidable skills, he purposely hams up his defeat, pretending to be dramatically defeated by your swift strikes and exaggeratedly collapsing to the ground. You can't help but burst into laughter, momentarily forgetting the seriousness of your practice

In the serene setting of the garden within his temple, Douma and you train on the bridges that stretch above the large pond. The peaceful atmosphere, with vibrant koi carps swimming gracefully beneath them and lotus flowers adorning the water's surface, creates a peaceful backdrop for your practice

Beyond the physical aspect, Douma also helps you strengthen your mental resilience. He encourages you when you feel discouraged, reminding you of your progress and highlighting your strengths. His unwavering belief in your abilities serves as a powerful motivation

Douma's presence provides a sense of security during your training sessions. His watchful eyes never stray too far from you, ready to offer guidance or protection if needed. He creates an environment where you feel safe to explore your skills and push your limits

Training sessions often become moments of shared laughter and lightheartedness. Douma infuses your practice with playful banter and witty remarks, creating an atmosphere that fosters enjoyment and camaraderie

In this dynamic of trust, growth, and shared passion, Douma and you discover not only the art of tessenjutsu but also the depths of your love for each other, blossoming amidst the beauty of the garden they call your own. "I can't help but feel an immense sense of pride watching your development, seeing how far you've come. Your dedication and determination have truly paid off. Your strikes are precise, your footwork has improved significantly, and your overall control of the tessen is impressive. You've become a force to be reckoned with."

[kpophubb]

ᰔ 𝕰𝖓𝖍𝖞𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖃 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 ᰔ

❥ єинуρєи тαкιиg ¢αяє σf тнєιя ѕι¢к ѕ/σ ♡

❥🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿,𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 ♥︎

"𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥."

✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♡✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♥︎✼••┈┈┈┈••✼

♡ ℓєє нєєѕєυиg [이희승]

The genuinely concerned, loving boyfriend :(

Will wish that he’s the one who got sick instead of you bc he hates seeing you suffer 😔

hee becomes so much softer with you I swear, like holds your hand in feather motions, brushing and massaging your skin with his thumb gently and pressing butterfly kisses to your cheeks and all over your face to make you feel better.

Will google remedies and pour all his efforts to make sure you get well as soon as possible.

Heeseung cares so much for you, that he’s even gonna take his day off just to spend the night with you.

Will make ramen for you and cuddle with you, pulling you into his chest, laying your head on his heart beat when he will brush your hair with his delicate fingers and sing for you. He will kiss the top of your head so fondly, humming to make you fall asleep and ensure you a good night’s rest.

Is the one who holds you tight all night, even in his sleep bc even subconsciously he yearns to protect you and keep you close to him. T-T <3

Gives you so many heartfelt confessions to make you feel good. They’re so genuine, you can literally see the softness and hearts in his eyes. “I’m so lucky to have you, you know I love you so much right?” “I promise I’ll protect you and take care of you, so please don’t be falling sick again okay?” “Hey, I love you so much my Angel” and hug you, holding you in his embrace for a long time and securing you tightly. Love radiates from every heart beat of his that you feel while your bodies are pressed, his promises and feelings seeping into your body and making you feel like warm rays of sunshine on a cool, chilly day. :’) 🤍

Will be SO EXCITED and thankful the day you heal and dance with you, jumping in the air while holding your hand like a little kid that finally you’re healthy again YAAY!! 🥺

Will take you out on a cozy date the next day after, to celebrate and treat you to a delicious meal <3

+ take the chance to be as lovey dovey with you now, as much as your hearts desire ;)

♡ ραяк วαу [박종성]

Absolutely HATES that you’re sick :(

Totally NOT having it, you can literally see the pout and the concerned, disapproving frown on his face the moment he sees you shift in your bed from sickness. Like MAN’S READY TO FIGHT whatever the shit is bothering you!!😠

Will immediately come to your service, pamper you, kiss you, be soft with you, give you tummy rubs and kneel on the bed beside you taking your hands in his so lovingly, asking you what is wrong. He’s gonna listen with the most utmost attention what pain/ sickness you’re suffering from and act accordingly.

Jay will give you massages to help with your cramps or head aches and most definitely will cook all nutritious and healthy foods for you.

He will even bring you the food IN BED! 🥹🤍 set up the tray with candles and give you the most heart warming smile as he enters the room. <3

Will literally listen to whatever you say and call you to check up on you. Yes, CALL, not texts bc he wants to hear your voice that feels so reassuring, calms his soul and brings him peace and happiness no matter how busy or tired he is.

Will give you so many tender forehead kisses, cupping your cheeks with his hand and give you words of affirmation like the husband material he is.

“You’re so strong baby, don’t worry you will be fine.” “I’m here for you always okay?” and proceed to give you the tightest, ooziest ever hug. 🥺🫶🏻

will buy you gifts and spoil you sm when you recover, and expect to hear so many do’s and don’t’s advices from him next “wear warm clothes” “ don’t eat out so much” “don’t sleep with wet hair!” And so many detailed points that he personally gathered for you to follow so his precious girl never gets sick again.

♡ ѕιм วαєуυη [심재윤]

PLS, don’t even get me started on this-

LITERALLY goes into clingy boyfriend mode at the slightest inconvenience because he loves you TOO much

Panics and is all over the place the moment you sneeze

BABY YOU ALRIGHT??” “Are you catching a cold??” “Oh my god is that a FEVER symptom” and proceeds to check your temperature a million times

Just bc you’re his baby love that he must protecc at all costs :(( 💕

Jake is the type of boyfriend who’s gonna devote his whole time taking care of you. Buying you medicines and even attempting to cook for you, dressing you up and even doing your hair and skincare and what not.

GIVES YOU TOTAL PRINCESS TREATMENT. I REPEAT T O T A L PRINCESS TREATMENT!!

Will even carry you to the bathroom bc he won’t let you walk. Princess style transportation to the door ohmygod >.< !! ಥ_ಥ ♡

Texts you a trillion billion times a day , even while he’s at work he will spare a few seconds just to take updates on your day.

Will come home from work early with your favourite food take outs and flowers 🥺❣️ bc duh, he’s the BEST BOY on earth.

The most heart melting part? He would pray to god for you. So you recover fast and are always healthy and happy with the most sincere heart (*sobs bc imagining that is giving me a breakdown*)

Will literally SMOTHER you in kisses every two minutes now that you’re sick. And claim that his kisses have “healing abilities” (pls don’t argue with his romantic ass) he will even kiss you to shut you up. Moral of the story, he will take those kisses anyhow. 😤💜🤭

Jake is gonna pamper you even after you recover and mentally promise himself to take care of you better so you never get sick again. 🥺

♡ ραяк ѕυиgнσσи [박성훈]

The one who really panics a lot! 😣 :((

He’s so scared and clueless, fretting over what he should do and doubting himself whether he can care for you the right way or not

But mind you, baby boy is protective and will take care of you HIMSELF, not letting anyone else nursing you even for a second

He’s your man so he wants you to rely on him 😤💖

Will literally Google “how to take care of your sick girlfriend” and even call his members to take tips on what to do, even tho he’s not an expert in this, he will try his best to not make you feel any lacking

You can seriously see the love he has for you, from the way he furrows his brows in concentration while making chicken porridge for you in the ki then🥺

Will try to be verbal and more openly affectionate for you to cheer you up when you’re sick. Like pat your head and give you back hugs, but he gets so shy and awkward xjdndjdndj 🫣👉🏻👈🏻

Will even whisper “I love you” in tiny just barely so you can hear them lmao

Pls do not ask him to repeat, bc he will be into tomato mode so spare his life girl!! XD

Another one who you can make to do anything for you because he’s at your service ma’am 🫡

Let’s out the most relieved sigh and pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead when you recover like “phew finally I won’t have to be so worried and take care of you😮‍💨🥴” JUST to tease you and make you run after him, chasing him and the both of you bursting into sweet laughter soon enough! 💗

♡ кιм ѕυиσσ [김선우]

Pouts very displeasingly the moment he comes to find you sick ☹️

Seriously more upset than you that you’re IN PAIN >.<

Becomes so worried and dramatic like “oTtoEkE😣 baby you’re feeling bad!!” and starts walking in the room to & fro, thinking hard about what he should do for you.

Takes you out to the doctor from the minor inconveniences!! You get a sore throat and he’s dragging you to the hospital the next minute

Becomes extra when it comes to caring for you, feeds you all sorts of medicines and remedies and grows “😠” if you say no !!

You can literally see the worry painted all over his face aww 🥺

Begins lecturing you every now and then why you shouldn’t do this/ that and prevent yourself from falling sick and how he never wants to see you suffer ever again

Irritated at himself for letting you fall sick in the first place :(( </3

Holds your hands at all times and kisses your entire face and talks constantly about how much he loves you and to hang in there until you have to kiss him to shut him up oh god

Will assign ni ki to take care of you for the days he has schedule and narrow his eyes when he video calls you to check if y’all are not messing around and actually resting

Jumps around the room from happiness and does his joyous lil dance the day you recover, and you can see that million dollar sunny smile on his face from his excitement <3

Clings to you shamelessly for the rest of the day now cause come on, his baby is finally all fit and healthy 💕🥰🥰

♡ уαηց วυηցωση [양정원]

Since he’s already really good at taking care of people, he will do a great job looking after his beloved girl aka you <3

The bonus point is that you’ll get more affection and love from the others he takes care of ;)

wonie’s someone who has a whole medication routine to follow for you. If you’re having a cold, he knows what kind of drinks to feed you, what medicines you need and all the things covered. If you have a fever, he’s gonna nurse you with wet towels and give you medicines and basically the best and most perfect kinda treatment you can ask for. Your boyfriend is just an all rounder!! He won’t let anything be less from any direction when it comes to you.

He’s someone who becomes extra romantic given this chance. 🤭❣️ he will sneak in a few more kisses and give you as much cuddles as you want. Bc he’s someone who’s not normally very clingy or touchy, he’s gonna use this chance to pamper you as much as you desire.

Starts using pet names to make you feel better like “my baby needs this?” “Ohh my love is hungry?” But nothing too cheesy because he pretends to cringe but HEAR ME OUT, the real reason is that he’s so shy lol 👉🏻👈🏻

Gets red ears and blushy rosy cheeks and you can literally see the dimple poking everytime you look at him lovingly while cuddling and tease him for suddenly being so romantic. 😳

The type of sweetheart who stays up all night caring for you!🥺 you wake up to a sleepy jungwon sitting beside you on the bed, while holding your hand. He’s been holding your hand all night and keeping an eye on you.

You wish you were sick more often because the “I love you” parades are so real and make you feel 🦋🦋🦋. I love yous from yang jungwon every hour? PLS,, literal heaven 🤲🏻

Even if he’s at work, he’s gonna text you every now and then, ESPECIALLY during meal times to make sure you’ve eaten. Won’t be convinced until you snap him pictures of your food and reassure him you’re eating well.

Literally the most caring, cutest boy ever. Period.💕😩

♡ ηιѕнιмυяα яιкι [西村 力]

Now altho ni ki is very playful 90% of the times, he becomes SO MATURE when you’re sick

Goes into his adult mode, is so patient with you and gets you medicines and groceries by himself, and even gives you physical support when you walk (even tho you don’t need it T-T)

Yes by physical support I mean tucking your arms inside his and LIFTING YOU UP with his strength in the name of helping you walk lol

But he’s doing it bc he cares for you sm

Don’t think you’re NOT going to be teased just bc you’re sick😏 he’s gonna tease you and enjoy it just to laugh at you, his cackling laughter making you laugh in turn

Will show you so many memes of the members and make goofy faces to make you smile and cheer you up into a good mood until you forget you’re sick in the first place 🥺

Another one who becomes very romantic (and touchy) when you’re sick ahem *coughs*😳👉🏻👈🏻

Will give you tummy pats and kiss your jaw and cheeks and even the spaces in between your fingers bc he’s just so adorable T-T

Will chant in your sleep into your ears softly & lovingly “you’ll get better soon my baby bear so don’t worry” and kiss your earlobes

Then proceeds to gets SHY over it and rolls into the other side of the bed and kicks his feet in the air lmao

And he even checks in the middle of blushing just to make sure you’re actually awake and not witnessing this funny high school lovesick scenario he has on 😆

Stares at the phone all day for your text notification until he gets teased and laughed at by his hyungs. “ leave me alone aish” he always holds back his smile and complains, but they can see how your name impacts him from his evident red ears.

Overall, just another sweetheart who’s so relieved when you recover and promises to himself to never let you fall sick ever again. <3

✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♡✼••┈┈┈┈••✼♥︎✼••┈┈┈┈••✼

🄰/🄽: 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! :) 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 & 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍♥︎

Tagging: @csmicbot @cloudcutter @miyoung07 @yjjungwon @ingkai @love4heejayke

[natimiles]

Nati!! Congrats on (almost) 400 followers!! 🎊🎉🥳🎉🎊

First off, mad respect for your ability to just crank out stories at the speed you do! 😅 That's a gift 💕

Secondly, could I request sweet Leviachan and top of foot, please and thank you 🙏🙏

Thaaaanks! And thank you so much for your kind words 🥹🤲🏼🤍

Here we go with a sweet (and very embarrassed) Leviii! 

Leviathan + Top of the foot

Words: 404

Tags: you’re injured, but nothing serious; no descriptions of the injury; established relationship; no pronouns for reader.

You just finished dinner, and both of you are excited and anxious to go back to Levi’s bedroom and continue playing the new game he bought. You are laughing and jokingly racing up the stairs, and then the next moment you slip and fall.

You let out a shriek, which easily turns into a whimper when you try to balance yourself on your feet. Levi is right beside you in a matter of seconds, holding you before you hit the ground.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m fine,” you try to reassure him with a smile.

He doesn’t buy it. His face is burning red, and he’s sure his heart is about to leap out of his chest, but he fights through it to lift you in his arms and carry you bridal-style to his bedroom. With utmost care and gentleness, he places you on your gaming chair. Kneeling in front of you, he begins to take off your shoes, but then his wide eyes dart to yours as if he’s just thought of something.

“C-can I? Does it hurt?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt.”

Levi nods and turns his attention back to your feet, now properly taking off your shoes to get a better look. At first glance, everything seems normal.

“See? I told you I’m fine,” you say with a soft smile.

“I know, I just…” he mutters under his breath. He is still intently analyzing your foot, making sure there is not a single scratch or bruise on you, and then he finally sighs in relief. “I wanted to make sure.”

His orange eyes shift to look into yours, showing you he is seriously worried about you. Never breaking eye contact, he gently holds your feet, bringing them close to his lips. He places a kiss on the top of each foot in succession, hoping you know but also don’t know what it means. You blink, surprised by his actions, but you can’t hold back the smile spreading across your face, especially when he has that adorable blush spreading over his entire face.

Levi’s soul is about to leave his body from how nervous he is, but he fights it again. He will fight all his embarrassment if it means making you smile, ensuring you’re happy, showing you how much he loves you, and making sure you never stop loving him back.

Taglist: @sh0jun @chandeliermichel @judejazza

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[wanderer-six]

Careful Care (for @pb-jellybeans)

AN: some sweet forehead-kissing with Rex for @pb-jellybeans!!! I hope I did our wonderful captain justice, u deserve nothing less than all of the love he has to offer ♥♥

Relationships: Captain Rex x Medic!Reader (I imagined a fem!reader while writing, but re-reading I don't see anything gendered. Pls let me know if you catch something, and I'll flag accordingly!!)

Summary: You and the captain have silently pined for one another what feels like forever now. When he lingers in the medbay a few moments too long, you know just the medicine he needs.

WARNINGS: very very very light and nondescript injury mention

Word Count: ~1.1k

The eve of battle is bitter, but sweetened only by the fact that you can see him off.

The cold, sterile walls of the medbay feel warm and homey while you care for Captain Rex within them. With deft and gentle fingers, you apply a bacta patch to the wound on his shoulder. As you smooth the bandage down along the grooves of his muscle, you sigh, shooting him a wary smirk.

“This wound will take longer to heal if you’re carrying it in battle, you know,” you remind him, voice stern but caring all the same. “You really should sit this fight out.”

Rex huffs, shrugging half heartedly with his good shoulder. When his eyes meet yours, they soften, betraying the kindness behind his hardened exterior.

“I’ll be fine,” he insists. “Believe me, I’ve fought through worse.”

You chuckle through a little smile. “Hm. So dedicated…”

One of many things you adore about him.

Your hands linger on Rex’s arm for just a moment too long, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, his eyes seem to fill with unspoken words when you finally do move away. As sweet as you are on the captain, you know he cares for you just as much. With the way he acts in your presence, you think you would have caught on even if his brothers didn’t inform you of his affection at every opportunity. 

But, shy and respectful, Rex hasn’t spoken of his feelings on his own. You would never rush him to do so—a clone’s life is burdened by endless regulations and rules, so you understand his hesitation to explore a relationship outside the chain of command. So, until he’s ready, he has your patience—and your utmost care along with it.

When you finally finish patching him up, you take a step back.

“All right. I think you’re clear for combat, Captain,” you tell him. As he stands, you cross your arms. “Well… as ‘clear’ as I think you’ll tolerate.”

A soft, genuine chuckle passes Rex’s lips.

“I’m sure I’ll hold up fine,” he smiles. He hesitates, before adding, “...you’ve never let me down before, after all.”

You smile, though your cheeks are burning. “I don’t plan to start now. Good luck out there, okay?”

Rex nods. He holds his helmet awkwardly in front of him, standing idle as his lips purse into words he can’t speak. He locks eyes with you, holding your gaze for just a moment, before he looks away with a sigh.

“...thanks,” he murmurs. 

Unwilling—or unable—to say more, Rex goes to walk past you. But something compels you to reach out—latching onto his armored wrist before he can return to his brothers and prepare to ship out. Your heart races, especially with the look of surprise on his face as you draw him closer to you.

“Actually… there was just one more thing before I can let you go,” you confess.

Rex tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly. “...what is it?”

Wordlessly, you smile. You pull on his wrist just enough to bring his face closer to you. And once you can reach him, you dot a kiss on his forehead.

If you’d had him hooked up to a monitor, you would certainly have heard Rex’s heart stop. The poor man’s eyes shoot open; he forms a sheen of sweat before he can form words. But he doesn’t need to say a thing. You offer a kind smile, relinquishing his wrist.

“Be safe, Captain,” you say, leaving him to recover as you head off to tend to your duties. “And good luck out there.”

~~~

With your few hours of downtime, you’ve returned the medbay to pristine condition. Even so, you still find yourself cleaning more—idly scrubbing tables and tools, going over spots the cleaning droids made spotless hours ago. You suppose you can’t help yourself, needing some way to stay occupied. Whenever the men are out in battle, you worry endlessly about whether they’ll return to you safely.

About whether Rex will return to you safely.

Swallowing anxiously, you coax yourself into deep breaths. As hard as it can be not knowing, you have the utmost trust in him. He’s the best, after all… and you’re certain he’ll always make his way back to see you.

A sudden bustle in the halls catches your ear. You know it can mean only one thing—the battle is over, and judging by the excitement in the men’s voices, it was a victorious one. 

Setting down your cleaning implements you walk to the door of the medbay, hoping to flag down one of the soldiers and get a report on the good news…

…but to your utmost surprise, when the door hisses open, someone already stands before you: Captain Rex.

To your embarrassment, a heavy sigh of relief escapes you. Even so, you beam, unable to do anything but in the captain’s presence.

“You’re back!” you chime, welcoming him into the medbay. “How did the battle go?”

Rex finds a half smile, tucking his helmet under his arm.

“As far as I can see, it couldn’t have gone better,” he reports. “Minimal casualties and a tremendous territory gain for the Republic. A decisive victory.”

As he speaks, your eyes light up at how proud he sounds—and you’re proud of him, all the same.

“I’m glad to hear it,” you say, cocking your head with a smirk. “Though I expect nothing less from the finest soldier in the Republic…”

Rex averts his gaze from you, rubbing the back of his neck. Again, you see his mind racing—his lips struggling against whatever inside him holds him back.

Eventually, he clears his throat awkwardly. “Actually… I have something for you.”

Curious, you tilt your head.

“Hm? What is it?”

Though his shoulders tense with anticipation, Rex manages a step toward you. He looks into your eyes, wordless but intense. And then…

…he leans in, pressing his lips ever so softly to your forehead.

Your face burns hotter than a starship engine. When Rex pulls away, his uncertainty melts into a knowing grin when he makes out just how bashful you’ve become. Gently, he pinches your cheek between his gloved fingers.

“You wanted that back, right?” he asks in a teasing tone you don’t often hear from him. But when his hand settles, cupping the side of  your head, his voice turns more sincere. “It helped me out in that battle, but I think you should hold onto it for now.”

Though your heart races and your head spins, you wear an unwavering smile. You set your hand over Rex’s, leaning into his touch with all the affection and warmth you’ve held for him all this time.

“Don’t worry… I’ll take good care of it.”

AN: Thank you so much for reading!! I rly hope you enjoy PB, u are so wonderful to me and u deserve the most kissable captain in the galaxy 🥺🥺✨✨

"""taglist""" - @shinyshayminflower @starrylothcat@pb-jellybeans@jediknightjana

[naffeclipse]

@o-cinnamonstickz I'm so honored to call you my friend. I hope you have a beautiful day filled with good food and get everything you wish for ♥ You are so beautiful and sweet, and you nearly kill me with your humor! I got you a little something-something, and I hope you enjoy!

Happy Birthday, babe! ♥

Sky Suspended

FNAF Silk Aerialist!Sun/Moon x Reader (SFW)

You can also read this fic on AO3!

Word Count: ~6,300 Warnings: Slight suggestive themes.

~

You stand in the entryway to the rather large dance studio, which is just one of several grand and impressive rooms lining the back of Freddy Fazbear’s Dance Theater, and hesitate. You just started your night shift this late evening. The job is fairly recent—you’re just a week in. After a few days of people instructing you on what is expected in your cleaning duties and how to best keep up with your new responsibilities, you’ve been left to your own devices.

That’s not a bad thing. You prefer the quiet and stillness of working alone in an empty building when the outside world is dark. No one is in your way—there’s no bumping into other employees or awkwardly smiling at a stranger while pushing your cleaning cart around. It’s peaceful.

There have been a few moments when you’ve caught glimpses of the dancers—the animatronics. The robots are otherworldly, being fashioned after childish animal designs but elegant in delivering routines that leave your jaw on the floor. You saw a performance months ago as a birthday present to yourself, and the skills and mastery of the animatronics are equal to any man's passion. It sets stars in your eyes, but you shake your head and come back to earth.

The animatronics aren’t very active at night, preferring to stay in their personal green rooms but sometimes, you’ll hear music softly playing in one studio and decide to come back to it later, or catch a conversation down the hall and steer your cleaning cart in the other direction. You’re certain they don’t want a human interrupting their off-hours, as much as you don’t want anyone interrupting your work hours.

However, you stare at the small hiccup in your usual schedule. In the middle of the dance studio, two silk pieces hang from the ceiling. This room you mentally refer to as the rigging studio, because of the exposed ceiling showing off the riggings, seems to be in use. However, there’s no one around. You glance across the room once more, just to confirm that you're alone and that the draped silk isn’t in use, but the bright, white spotlight on the dancing equipment makes you nervous. 

The fabric shines, sleek and beautiful. One piece is a gorgeous gold color, and the other is a smooth scarlet. Together, the two silks remind you of noon on a sunny day.

The last thing you want to do is upset a dancer by touching their things, especially such exquisite silks positioned like someone is practicing a routine, but you do need to sweep and dry dust the floors. It shouldn’t take you too long, however, the fabric is draped on the hardwood. You’re not going to dust around that, risking dirtying it, nor do you want to leave one-stop untouched. That would be sloppy work, and you’re not sloppy.

Chewing on a fingernail, you listen and wait a few moments more. No one comes down the hall. No one is talking about practicing tonight that you can hear. 

Perhaps someone forgot to put away their things. You huff in slight aggravation, but decide that, first, you’ll wash your hands (you will not dirty those beautiful silks) then do what you can to hang the fabric aside so it’s not in your way. You’ll put it back down just as you found it once you’ve finished cleaning.

Simple enough.

You locate the bathroom just down the hall, giving you more time to see if someone will claim the silks, but once you’re finished, you resign yourself to being the utmost careful and cautious. 

You walk back into the studio and tentatively enter the spotlight, an anxious pang hitting your chest. Standing before the hanging fabric, you gently gather a bundle off of the floor. The soft texture feels too pretty to be strong enough to hold a person, much less an animatronic, but when you give a slight, experimental tug, the stretch is minimal and sturdy. 

The animatronics that work these—there were two—could only be described as angels hovering in the air. You don’t know how they defy gravity like that, posed and elegant, effortlessly working cloth and flexing the command they hold over their bodies. It was beautiful. Those dances were your favorite as well.

You lift the silk to your face and study it closer. Maybe you can find its secrets to both beauty and power. The spotlight catches shiny threads, letting them glimmer subtly as if sunshine itself were woven into the aerial equipment.

A smile lifts unwittingly at the corner of your mouth. You slowly rub the smooth silk between the pads of your fingers, musing over how your hands are too clumsy and slow to handle such fine art. Breathing out wistfully, you lift your head, then freeze like a deer caught in headlights.

An animatronic stands at the edges of the spotlight, face tilted as he observes you with a big grin and yellow sun rays circling his face plate. His fingers are steepled in front of him as if he’s been patiently waiting. His pale eyes flash with mirth or something less friendly, you’re not certain. A jolt of anxiety shoots through your stomach.

“Hello, friend!” he beams, but there’s something scraping underneath, not quite pleased, that sets you immediately on edge.

“I was only going to move it,” you burst out, fists clenching the fabric tighter. You know exactly what it looks like—it’s what you were doing, touching something that’s not yours. A small part of you screams to let go of the silks. You don’t move, caught in the paralyzing gaze of the tall and slender animatronic.

He makes a low synthetic note, a hum that you can’t decipher. He steps closer. As he does, the spotlight catches the bedazzled edges of his ruffled red collar, and the wrapped red ribbons around his wrists, tight and left with pieces hanging. He wears loose pants, striped in red and yellow, with a fabric that you’ve seen other dancers wear, glimmering and eye-catching.

“I don’t recall you asking permission to touch what isn’t yours,” he castigates in a pleasant tone, but now, you’re all too aware of how his white optics go over you like you’re an intruder.

“I’m sorry.” The strength to release the fabric finally comes over you, and you step back, staring at him with a touch of red staining your cheeks. “I was trying to clean, but I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched your silks without permission.”

He takes a hold of each silk, the scarlet, and the gold, arms winding around the fabric as he leans forward. You back up but don’t let yourself be pushed back entirely, standing your ground at the edge of the spotlight. It was your mistake, but you’re not going to be berated mercilessly after you apologized.

Surveying you once more, the animatronic’s grin becomes lighter. You breathe out in relief before registering the small act.

“You’re forgiven, sunshine.” He straightens, and holds out the beautiful red silk, letting the end drape off of his arm like a flowing sleeve. Pale teeth flash in the spotlight with an honest levity. “I’m glad you enjoy them. I was about to practice, but I should have been mindful of your work tonight.”

Is he admitting that he might have been in the wrong, too? Your shoulders lower, loosening your defenses, as you say, “I don’t mean to interrupt. You can practice. I’ll come back later.”

A pleased expression fills his optics. His fingers curl slightly around the fabric as he falls forward slightly, using the scarlet and gold fabric to support his weight as he slowly swings terribly close to you. It takes all your courage to not step away as he looms over you.

“I would hate to rush you out after you were admiring my silks. Would you like an up-close viewing?” he asks in a sweet and playful manner. He flips the silks around his arms once, creating a fan-like effect through the air before expertly stopping the motion.

You grow still, eyes widening in genuine surprise. A gentle chuckle leaves the animatronic in a musical burst of static.

“Really?” you ask, then pause, hesitating. “I really should get back to work.”

“It’ll be just a moment,” he reassures. His sun rays tilt and the spotlight turns his smile into something cheeky. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are, but then he flicks the scarlet silk expertly, causing it to spin through the air and drape around your shoulders before he tugs it, and you, toward him. Swept forward, you let out a little gasp before you laugh quietly.

“Do you usually give private shows to the cleaning person?” you ask, testing the waters carefully but with a note of mirth.

“When they’re polite,” he shoots you a look that is both teasing and good-natured. Carefully, he begins wrapping the scarlet fabric around your middle. You lift your arms as you watch his flawless movement, not registering what’s entirely happening as you become aware of the snug closeness of the silk. Then he asks, “Are you afraid of heights?”

You jerk your head up, meeting his exuberant gaze. Your heart picks up its pace.

“No, but I am afraid of falling,” you say, glancing up at the riggings.

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of with me,” he soothes before taking the end of the silk and saying, “Lift your knee, sunshine.”

You do it automatically, without thought, leaning on the silk wrapped around your waist for support and watching in a sort of trance as he loops a foothold around your ankle. You stare, confused, before he then takes a hold of the golden silk, long, pale yellow digits forming a steady grip before you feel the slightest movement. The rigging moves in the slightest lurch, and the silks are lifted into the air.

You immediately balk, latching tightly to the silk winding around you as you feel it tighten but stay securely tethered to your body. Most of your weight is caught on your leg, and it folds underneath you as the rest of the fabric around your waist keeps you steady and upright. A gentle stop brings you about seven feet into the air. It’s not that dangerous of a height, but you still feel a certain unsettledness at being farther from the ground than you typically are, with only a pretty piece of fabric keeping you from falling.

“That’s wonderful, you’re so balanced,” he says, beaming with approval. “Good. Just hold tight now.”

“How are you—how is it moving?” you gasp, watching the animatronic casually flip the golden silk around one leg, winding his slender metallic limb into a spiral of yellow cloth before gracefully arching it behind his back. It’s almost unfair how easily he does a vertical split in the air, letting the silk trail along the length of his other leg toward the ground as he faces you in an almost contortionist position. He sets the bottom of his face plate into one plan, grinning at your awestruck.

“We’re connected to the riggings. Think of it like bluetooth. Everything about our silks is ours to command,” he explains as his eyes brighten, watching you dangle mere inches from him. “I can take us higher if you’d like.”

“This is high enough, thanks!” you quickly get out. Glancing at the red fabric you cling to tightly, you admire yourself for a moment. It’s almost surreal, being this far from the ground and safe (as much as one can be) only because of silk.

He laughs, not mockingly, just full of heart as he reaches out to take the top of your silk. You make a small noise—somewhere between fright and excitement—as he pulls you closer to him. His other hand trails down your side. You still as he dutifully gauges the silk wrapped around your middle before checking the loop around your leg.

“Can you lift your other knee for me?” he asks gently.

You can, so you do, nodding as you struggle in the slightest to hold the position with the effort tugging at your core. You’re quickly relieved as he takes the last end of the red silk and wraps your legs tighter, above the knees, to give you a sort of swinging seat in the air. You slowly relax, the fabric doing all the work to hold you in place. You merely need to cling to the top of the soft rope and hold yourself steady.

“My, you look pretty as a present,” he gushes, optics brightening, “You just need a bow!”

You look at his sweet smile and burn. The mirror lining one wall is enough to reflect back your bright pink face as you try to find something to say back to that line, because really, how can an animatronic flirt like that ?

“I don’t know your name,” you say instead, still fighting the rising heat flooding your cheeks.

“That’s right! Excuse my enthusiasm.” He retreats enough to effortlessly lift his core and give a slight bow, arms held out to the side while the only thing holding him in place is gold silk tied to his leg. “My name is Sun.”

The introduction is both impressive and nerve-wracking. You almost tell him to hold on, but manage to zip your lips before you tell the aerialist how to behave in the air.

“Sun,” you repeat, smiling. Of course, it is.

“You're not going to make me beg you to tell me yours, are you?” he asks as he reaches up and slowly unwinds the gold fabric from around his leg, before dangling by his hands alone in the air. You can’t imagine the strength it takes to perform such a feat, nor the confidence. You stare for a long moment until he wraps a sort of hammock underneath himself and swings casually, like a child at a playground. There’s an undeniable, carefree air to his demeanor. You want to take a hold of it for yourself and let loose, enjoy the day as if it were the day.

He glances once more at you when he slows down, a cheekiness to his grin. “Oh, so you are?”

“No!” you laugh, pressing your cheek against the red silk, “No, I’ll tell you.”

And you do. 

Sun takes a hold of the top of your silk, this time looming over you as you are entirely caught in his element. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” He tilts his head, sun rays cutting through the air but missing the fabric. You’re willing to bet he knows exactly how to keep his decorated faceplate from catching on the exquisite silks. “It’s wonderful to meet someone who appreciates the finer arts.”

“Thank you,” you give, bashful. “I really admire your skills. You make all of this beautiful.”

You gesture to the top of the riggings and then down to the silk trails hanging in the air, a few feet off of the ground. Doing so tips you backward. You scramble to fix your grip, but it slips off and you fall back, sucking in a sharp breath as air whips past you and the world turns upside down.

Arm wraps around your middle, catching you before the silk can sharply tug on your legs and middle. You gasp before registering your upside-down view, looking into the steady glow of Sun’s optics. His grin doesn’t move, but it’s softer, filled with relief.

“Careful, sunshine,” he chastises. You realize he’s still wrapped up in his silk but somehow, was quick enough to snatch you up in time. Your own arms wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him for dear life. “You’re not ready to do drops in the silks, yet.”

“No, I’m not,” you agree, slightly breathless before you look up, or rather, down, to see the hard floor below.

“It’s alright,” he promises. Slowly, the riggings lower the silks down. “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight. Wouldn’t you say that was a lovely start to your shift?”

Lovely. Shocking. Unexpected. Amazing. You could say a lot of things about this, about him, but instead, you nod as the ground comes closer. 

Easing himself free of the gold fabric, he instructs you to hold tight to the scarlet silk around your middle. You do so, feeling awkward and out of place while dangling upside down. This is not the graceful vision of what an aerial silk performer looks like, that much you know. Sun steps down lightly, becoming upright before gingerly slipping the silk off of your middle. He supports you in one arm and frees your legs of the red cloth in the other. You try to not let the fluttering in your stomach betray you as his fingertips ghost over your sides and along your thighs. 

In one swoop, before you can truly fall now that you’re free of the silk, he flips you onto your feet. You blink before feeling the world underneath you. Slightly unsteady, Sun holds your shoulders for a long moment until you straighten out.

“Oh,” you breathe, looking up at him. “That was… I don’t have words.”

“The best of compliments,” Sun jests. He casually flicks away the scarlet and gold silks, and they sway slightly as the riggings lift, higher and higher until they’re well out of the way. “There you go, darling. Cleaning should be a breeze for you now!”

“Yes, uh, thank you.” You’re still reeling from the adrenaline of being so high in the air and the smooth sensation of silk and almost falling. Your mind doesn’t quite catch up with Sun lifting your chin up with a long finger.

“Good balance, but we’ll keep working on it,” he tilts his smile, “I’m sure we won’t have another problem with touching things without permission, will we?”

“No problems,” you say, but boldly add, “And we won’t have problems with leaving things in the way of cleaning, will we?”

The mirth fills his optics as he gives a grin and a nod.

“Of course,” he promises, before softly tapping his other fingers against your jawline. “Enjoy the rest of your night, sunshine.”

His touch leaves your face and you stand here, processing the very short but mesmerizing event that just unfolded as Sun sweeps out of the room. He stops once to offer one last wave before disappearing into the hall. 

You glance up to the silks hanging in the rafters. Slowly, you look back to your cleaning cart and with oddly buzzing hands, you take your broom. You can still feel the silk and the metallic touch of Sun lingering over your body as you begin cleaning the hardwood floors. Something inside of you still dangles in the air, caught in elation and fright.

It was beautiful.

~

There’s a part of you that won’t shut up about your first introduction to Sun. You get eager, excited even, to go to work and see if you can catch the animatronic in the riggings dance studio. You don’t see him, but so far, he’s kept his word. The silks are never in your way again. 

Of course, you remind yourself that it’s better this way. You can get your job done and he doesn’t have to have someone touching his silks without permission. It’s how it should be, anyways.

Yet, you’re itching for more air time, for more glee and, well, sunshine from Sun. 

The weeks slip by. You begin wondering if that one moment was a memory you’ll simply have to cherish because it will never happen again. Not that you should be surprised, nor should you feel this bad for missing something like that, but you still think about it, again and again.

You enter the riggings dance studio one night, as you always have, and find silks hanging in the center of the room. A low, blue spotlight shines down on the fabric, but these are not the gold and scarlet that have been rippling in the back of your mind. These are a deep, midnight blue and a shimmering silver. 

Your heartbeat picks up but the very important discussion you had about touching things without permission flares up in the back of your mind. You glance around, wondering if Sun is nearby. The room is empty. You wait a minute, then two, and stare at the silks.

You can’t wait all night. A very dangerous and stray thought jumps into your mind that if you do touch the silks, you’ll summon Sun, but that might not be a cheerful reunion. So, you push your cleaning cart away and start on the rest of your tasks for the night. 

You check back again at about 1 AM. The silks are still dangling majestically, but no one has claimed the fabric nor moved them around the dark room. You leave it be, again. A small part of you is growing annoyed. Surely, Sun didn’t forget, nor would he expect you to not do one of your required jobs just because he didn’t put up his silks. You check back one more time, then a second time.

The final time you enter the room, you’re burning holes into the fabric with your glare. 

This is the last room you need to clean before the sun comes up and you can clock out. It’s expected that you clear out of the building before the staff that works during the day arrives, and now you’re growing anxious and bothered.

You can’t wait any longer.

Once again, you wash your hands before approaching the midnight blue and shimmering silver silks. The darkness of the room remains, save for the lone, blue light up above. Carefully, with the care that you remember Sun touching his equipment with, you gather up the cloth into a bundle and ponder how to drape it out of the way with the riggings still held in place.

A chill rolls down your spine before you register the presence standing behind you.

“Naughty naughty,” comes a low voice, whispery and dark.

You jump, dropping the silks as you whirl around. Eyes darting upwards, your lips part in quiet shock as you find a large, imposing animatronic looming above you. This is not Sun. This animatronic’s faceplate is half dark, with the other curving into a silver crescent, much like the moon. In fact, you remember him from the show you saw a long time ago. He was the other half of the duo that danced in the air.

Where does this one come from? Did he emerge from the shadows like a ghost? Your mind scrambles to find reason but he reaches above you. He snatches the silver silk and draws his dark blue hand down the length, pulling himself even deeper into your personal space. His hands continue working behind you, out of view.

“You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours,” he chuckles, but the sound is sinister. Ice water runs in your veins as you hold your hands up. Red optics flash in the dark.

“I’m sorry!” you blurt as you back up but find the silver silk being held out at your back by the lunar-themed animatronic, forming a soft bar that prevents your escape. “I should have asked permission!”

He’s dressed similar to Sun, with a red ruffled collar and red ribbons around his wrists, except he’s half silver, half dark blue. His pants, gleaming richly with shimmering threads, are also dark blue, patched with yellow stars. Interestingly, he wears a hat like a nightcap, but how it stays attached in all of his upside-down aerial pursuits is a mystery to you.

The menacing grin tilts. Suddenly, the cloth is touching your lower back, pulling you closer to the dark expression glowering down at you. You try to step away or even duck under the cloth, but one expert flick of the cloth forms a loop that falls over you. In one tight cinch, the silk pins your arms to your side. Your heart starts pounding. 

“An apology doesn’t allow you to escape punishment,” he lowers his tone. “You touched my silks.”

Being polite was enough to win Sun over, but with this one, you’re not certain that will be enough—if your current situation is any indication of that.

“Wait, wait, I’m sorry. I truly am,” you insist, uncertain of where this is going. The slight strain you try on the silk doesn’t get it to budge an inch. You swallow roughly. “Please, I was only trying to clean.”

“How sorry?” he asks. The tilt of his faceplate is dangerously teasing. You grit your teeth.

“Very sorry,” you try to not let your annoyance shine through. You don’t enjoy being pressed into more agonizing apologies.

“Hm, I don’t believe you.” In one smooth motion, the riggings lower, draping more silk down. You glance up but as you do, the animatronic winds more silk around you, much in the same manner as Sun had, except this time, your arms are caught. You start to step away, but the silver fabric catches you and in the slight swing of liftoff, you’re dragged back.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you almost cry out as nimble fingers drag silver cloth over your legs, in much the same fashion as a harness, and secure you with one sharp tug.

“Punishment.” Red eyes flash as hands leave you. You don't like that you can only clench your fists. Suddenly, the riggings move again. A gasp escapes you as you’re lifted into the air, dangling helplessly at an awkward but tight angle as your feet leave the floor.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” you start, voice cracking. “Is this necessary?”

You don’t realize that the dark silk is swinging away, out of view of the low blue spotlight. You gasp as it swings beside you, revealing the animatronic as a flash of cool light as he comes to a controlled and simple stop above you. 

“Very necessary,” he grins. You’re not certain that’s a tease of your early insistence of your apology, but you shoot him a sharp look. 

That doesn’t cover up the fear gathering in the pit of your stomach. Slowly, in a spider-like crawl, the animatronic spins until he rests upside down, both of his feet secured in the dark fabric. His spindly neck clicks metallically as his face plate rests right side up, facing you. You get a terribly uncomfortable idea that this is what a fly feels like when caught in a web.

One glance down confirms your worst suspicions. You manage to bite back your yelp of surprise, but you’re no less horrified by the height you’re dangling at. It’s far higher than Sun took you. The hardwood floor has to be more than fifteen feet away. A fall from here would be deadly. 

“Are you going to drop me?” you ask quietly, eyes wide in the blue light.

The resounding and low chuckle that answers does not put your soul at ease.

“Only on purpose.” He reaches out and touches your cheek, pushing your face one way until you're almost looking up directly into the spotlight. Your eyelids flutter close. “You’re the one Sun is so hung up on.”

You can’t decide if that’s a terrible joke, and a ridiculous pun at that, but there’s very little to laugh about right now as the animatronic gives you a slight push, causing you to lazily spin in the air and away from him. You don’t even have a moment to register that Sun talks about you .

You quickly tell him your name. Maybe that will spare you of something less than pleasant. You don’t think animatronics can hurt people, but you’re currently alone with him. He seems to have no qualms about implying that at his whim, you could go splat.

“I know your name.” He watches you as you spin back around. His grin is still darkly stretched, teeth gleaming with amusement.

“May I have your name?” you ask, strained, spinning away again much to your grief. The politeness angle is currently all you have going for you, and you hope against hope that it will eventually work. 

You try to kick out, but it’s not like swimming. The air does not respond to your useless attempts to control your bound position. A hand falls on your ankle and carefully turns you towards him. You have to crank your neck slightly to meet his red gaze.

“Why should I give it to you?” he asks in a rasp.

“Because it would be rude not to,” you give honestly. It takes all the courage you can muster to not look down again.

For a long moment, you stare through the low blue light at his face plate. He gives a spin, one way, then the other. The end of his hat swings through the air. A quiet jingle of a bell echoes.

“Moon,” he says at last.

“Moon, please don’t drop me.” Your stomach clenches underneath the layers of silk holding you in place. The desperate need to simply reach out and hang onto something is growing increasingly frantic. Instead, you bite your tongue and endure.

“No harm will come to you.” His grin, however, is not the reassurance you’re looking for. You furrow your brow before your eyes widen. His hand moves carefully to the top of the silk, and to the end that’s neatly wrapped around your leg.

Your mouth becomes dry. “You didn’t say you wouldn’t drop me—”

A small fall sends your stomach flying into your throat. You yelp as the air whips past and you’re twirled precariously downward, the dance studio blurring between darkness and blue light, before jolting to a sudden stop. A hand presses onto your leg, wrapping around your thigh. You jerk your head up.

“Having fun?” he asks, teeth glinting.

“You son of a—”

His hand lifts from your leg, releasing the end of the silk. You drop again, crying out once as he descends with you, carefully controlling your fall with another hand on top of the silk above you. This drop is shorter. You come to a stop with a slightly less intense jerk.

“Language,” he murmurs. Your head spins from slight vertigo. He taps one finger against your lips and you bare your teeth but think better of biting metal digits. He then grabs you by the waist, his touch slipping in through the silk, and you gasp as you’re brought flush against him. “You were doing so well, too.”

“You’re a menace,” you hiss. You glare up into his glowing optics, but this close, you start to flush, hyper-aware of his palm on the small of your back and the little proximity between your bodies. “If you drop me—”

“I have never dropped anyone that I didn’t want to drop,” he cuts you off, voice growling. “You couldn’t be in safer hands except for Sun’s, but you already know that.”

His smile is lethal. You’re not sure if he’s taking a jab at your time with Sun, or if he’s just reminding you of his other half’s skills. There’s certainly no doubt that Moon is equal in talent and control as Sun is, but unlike Sun, he is far more intimidating. His time in the air is dangerous, as if floating close to a waterfall, knowing at any moment, you will go over and down, down, down.

“Can you let me go now, please?” you get out before your teeth.

His optics flash crimson with amusement.

“If you insist—”

The mistake reaches your brain the moment he speaks and you jerk, managing to kick up your legs enough to straddle Moon around his slender waist before his arm falls from around you. You flip back, but you dangle upside down, still clinging to Moon with the will of your legs alone.

“You have some strength,” he says as if he’s not entirely impressed. 

The blood rushes to your head for one dizzying moment. Before the strain becomes too much on your lower muscles, he folds down, matching your upside-down vision, before flipping you both once more. The fabric unwinds slightly from around your waist as he, again, pulls you against him. This time, however, he wraps a little hammock underneath him with one hand and pulls you onto his lap. You duck your head, thankful that the blue light will do well in hiding your blush.

“What do you want?” you breathe out.

A hand runs up your back, touching silk and the columns of your spine. You pretend you don't shiver. You especially ignore his red optics flashing in delight. Slowly, he loosens the fabric from your sides. Immediately, you rip your arms free. Next, the cloth retightens with a zip of fabric, squeezing your middle securely but without pinning your upper appendages.

“An apology,” he says. Rearing up your head, you pierce him with a scathing look before he presses a finger to your mouth. “A sincere one.”

You stare at him before moving your head away, out from under his silencing digit. Your fingers dig into the rope above your head, not entirely trusting how he holds you or what he’ll do next.

“Okay,” you hiss, then much softer, you breathe, “Okay.”

You weren’t the most honest when you first blurted out your apology, but clearly, he caught onto that. The annoyance from earlier now mingles with fear and a slight exhilaration of surviving several drops. The air up here must be thinner. Avoiding looking down, you close your eyes for a moment to gather your strength.

“I am very sorry I touched your silks without permission.” You open your eyes and hold Moon’s glowing optics with a somberness. “Will you please forgive me?”

He grabs the silk just above where you cling to it tightly with your fists and pulls you closer to him. You can’t escape, you can’t flee, you can only bear his red intensity as he looks down at you, closer than he’s ever been. You brace for another drop.

“Yes.” He then tugs on your silk as well as his. In careful motions, you’re taken off of his lap but slowly swung out, just brimming the edge of the blue spotlight as he swings out too, twining gently around each other in a lazy spin before your shoulder presses against his side, and he wraps an arm around you, keeping you tucked beside him.

“Don’t vomit,” he instructs.

“What?” you ask, bewildered before he swings you in the opposite direction and the spin is rapidly undone. You fly through the air, breathless. The dizzying height and the controlled, swooping speed leave you lighthearted, and yet, you laugh. It escapes you in bubbles. You’re clinging tight to the silk. The world spins in dimness and blue, and then, red optics. You’re caught again, this time, much more securely as Moon pulls you against his chest. Your back is flushed to him. You breathe out.

“Having fun?” he asks, but this time, the soft static of his voice touches your neck. You’re still giggling in the slightest.

“Yes—don’t think I forgot what you did earlier,” you warn.

“Noted,” he chuckles. In a quiet buzz, the riggings begin to lower you both. You cling tightly to Moon’s shoulders. His hands rest tightly on your hips in tight clasps. 

The ground slowly rises up to greet you and as you step away from Moon, he gives the fabric still wrapping you up a controlled flick. You’re spunned, almost in a breathless move of dance, and then freeze. Before you can trip and fall, Moon grabs your hands, pulling them up to hold you steady as your head slowly stops spinning.

“You,” you gasp, “are a menace!”

“I’m an aerialist,” Moon grumbles with humor.

“You didn’t deny it,” you shoot back, before stopping to hold his gaze. His optics have flicked to a softer color, white and blue, in different optics. You’re caught off guard that you stare for a long moment before he tilts his head, looking back with an unreadable expression.

“Don’t touch my silks,” he says, squeezing your palms, “Then I won’t be a menace.”

You slowly nod. The animatronics and their rules are so intriguing, but you’re slowly figuring them out. You wonder if they’re having fun figuring you out, too.

However, you jut out your bottom lip in an angry rebuttal.

“Don’t leave your silks where I clean.”

He stares at you, hands tightening around your knuckles before lowering your hands. You’re not certain that’s an acknowledgment of your request. You shift your stance, now stable and ready to rejoin gravity.

His optics flash red, then dart back to the soft blue and white. “Did you have fun, doll?”

You’re not sure how much of that was supposed to be fun, but he waits for your answer. At least, he seems pacified.

“I could have done less with the dropping,” you say, but offer a tentative smile. “The swinging, though. That was something else.”

“Noted,” he says again and releases your hands. You glance up at the ceiling as the riggings creak in the slightest, and lift the silver and dark blue silks. The fabric swirls slightly in the air, falling against your head before rising away. When you lower your gaze, you start.

You’re alone.

You glance around before fumbling blinding for a light switch. Flicking it on, the blue spotlight remains but the rest of the room is illuminated with pure white. You hope to keep the trembling in your legs at bay as you grab your broom.

Two animatronics and two silk ropes. You didn’t think you would get so close, and yet, here you are.

You sigh as you begin cleaning, your mind still up in the air, dancing with a celestial body.

[femivi]

i've noticed a lot of my muties have the august blues )): please know that there is always place for u here. without any of u this wouldn't be a place i'd consider lovely or fun. even if you'd like to take a break, please, prioritise yourself. your mental health is of utmost importance ! !

at the end of the day we're all here just to have fun and share our ramblings, creations and ideas with friends and people who think alike. don't ever think you're a burden if you share your feelings, be it positive or negative. you will be missed if you leave, even though we're all to disappear from this app one day but. . let's enjoy fun and chat with friends while we can, okay?

there are people who care about you even if you've never met. if you have something heavy lingering on your heart, please, know that my dms are always open to you and if it'd help you to share some of your burden with me, i wouldn't hesitate to chat with you ♥︎ everything will be okay, especially in your life outside the screen. please take good care of yourself, your body and mind need it . .

[slutty-wizard-council]

Hi i've been grinding myself against my pillow to your posts and the idea of the ending up in the wizard councils more unethical branches being a apprentice in a shady mage guild under the council and all the embarrassing things they'd make me do since they're so much more powerful than me turning me into the guild fucktoy

Oh, you're performing extremely cool magic ♥ but know that all of our branches are very ethical!

Any appearance to the contrary only comes after limits and boundaries have been set, and all safety precautions taken... however that doesn't mean no one here would take you further than you expected,or make you deeeeeeply regret accepting some things~

But since the utmost care has been taken to guarantee your safety, feel free to visit the dungeon, the cnc towers, or the erotic body modification chambers any time~~~

[predvestnik]

my beloved, i hope this letter finds you in a better headspace from the one you sent yours in. in mondstadt, everything has been going fine- we are preparing for another wine festival... or, perhaps, i should call it poetry festival, but we both know these events are simply an excuse to drink. everyone is buzzing for the occasion.

i, however, have been missing you like a part of me was gone, the phantom nerves of love an omnipresent ache. seeing eachother soon would be a dream- i can't wait to see you again, my love. it would be the greatest gift. i'll wait for you with patience.

is your mission going okay? have you been eating well? is fontaine to your liking? there are so many stories i could tell you that i have read in my spare time; if you need any info about someplace, don't hesitate to ask me. i'll try to respond as best as i can.

now, about your troubles... this is very unusual, and i can feel your worry in every stroke of ink. if we were in person, perhaps i could try to find out where this has stemmed from- but, since we're apart, i beg of you to be careful, my love: if you start feeling the effects of it once again, find a safe place to try and clear your mind first thing, and try to keep yourself calm. take deep breaths and don't give in to panic- it worsens things to no end. fear muddles the mind. once you come back, i will surely have obtained more informations about how to try and help you. i'm going to ask someone if this has happened before, and how it was fended off, or at least contained.

despite the worry and the wanting to be at your side to soothe, i believe in you; i have the utmost faith that you can find a way to tame this problem, too. childe- there's nothing that you cannot achieve, when you put your mind to it. you are unstoppable- remember that. you are destined to achieve greatness, but the path of greatness has many obstacles inbetween the bottom and the top. perhaps this is one of said obstacles- still, i wish you didn't had to deal with it alone.

if, by the time you return, the problem persists, we will find a way to deal with it together. hang on- we will be reunited soon. do not hesitate to let me know if things become too much- i am but a travel away. i will reach you without hesitation, my love. there's no nation big enough to prevent me from seeing you in time of need.

be safe, my love. be sharp, strong and brave, and think of me at your side, holding your hand. i hope my perfume lingers around you, so it may soothe you further.

with all of my love, kaeya ♥

Unsurprising how each stroke of ink can be felt in his heart. Fingerprints feel the letters, trace their curves and edges, like he can feel the quill scratch on the surface and hear Kaeya's breath as he writes it. For a moment, if only he closes his eyes for long enough, it's like he's never parted; for a moment, when he allows himself to be tricked by the ghosts of longing, he can smell the perfurme of calla lilies wafting from a desk not far from where he lies.

He has lost count of how long he's been reading it, how many times he's extracted the love from every word, every endearment, consuming them like a man starved. In his dorm, nothing can really interrupt this moment; in his solitude, anyone trespassing this moment so intimate would soon be shown the way out, back to the corridors of his prison.

When Kaeya wishes him to be sharp, he checks the power of his cut;

When Kaeya wishes him to be strong, he swears he can lift the Fortress out of the water;

When Kaeya wishes him to be brave... then he doesn't need anything else to be just that.

Features soften, but there's clear purpose to their glinting. He sits up, paper folded carefully and tucked into the inner pocket of his vest — it's time to move and to act.

After that, it'll be time to leave.

[regalityandcoffee]

Lilac (Incubus! William Regal x Reader) (18+)

Summary: A widow finds herself pursued by an Incubus.

Warnings: Angst, mind games (kind of), stalking (kind of?)

♡♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡♡

《Blackpool, England. Year 1865》

He sat and watched as she woke up, tangled in her own blankets. Though sweat lay on her forehead, she seemed to shiver, as if look cold.

Watching, waiting. He'd been taking his time with her, though he still wasn't sure why.

She notices nothing. Nothing but a chill. He did not know what she thought it was. Perhaps she thought it was the wind. Or a stray spirit wandering through the home, perhaps her husband watching over her. No. He was gone.

He knew that from the beginning.

They were alone in this house. For him it had been this way a week, for her almost three years. It was just them, the creaking of the settling wood, and the mouse the cat, Sami, had yet to catch. Sami.

What an odd name for an animal.

He's startled out of his thoughts by her turning over, and facing the wall. Her feet had kicked the blanket out to lay properly once more, and she pulled it around herself tighter. It wasn't her fault she felt chilled by his presence. No demon could completely hide itself, especially not his breed. Regardless if he decided to occupy her dreams tonight, they would become quite warped with him in her presence. It couldn't be helped, though for her sake he hoped it would at least be a bit pleasant for her this time.

He continued to watch from his corner, her breathing steady. Finally, she slipped into unconsciousness once more. He stood up, slowly walking towards the bed until he stood over her.

What a shame for her to experience the loss of a spouse so early in life. He reached down, gently pulling the quilt from across her shoulder to better have a look. She was beautiful, he had thought so the day he first saw her from the rooftop. Though barely in her thirties, streaks of gray had already found their way in her (your hair color) locks. He pushed her hair aside, watching as her long lashes fluttered, dreams already starting in her head. He kneels down by the bed, reaching under and retrieving a quilt from underneath.

He stood up, still watching her sleep as he unfolded it. It was large and dyed black, with designs of yellow ad white flowers sewn in with utmost care. Honeysuckles, he recognized. He draped the heavy blanket over her, noticing as she seemed to stir just a bit.

"Stay asleep for me, flower," he murmured, bringing a finger to her forehead. "Stay asleep..."

Dark forest...running...her nightgown torn from a thorn bush-

He pulled away, shaking his head. Not yet. As easy as it would be to just make his way into her head... relieve her from her grief...

Not yet.

He walked away, passing the empty bed next to hers, his hands behind his back. He stared out the window, looking over homes into the night sky, at the moon and stars.

Not yet, but soon.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Daybreak came sooner than expected, and he watched from the rooftop as the two young knocker-uppers made their final round down the street, ringing their bells. He'd rather hear them than the chime of church bells. His skin crawled just thinking of it. Luckily, her home was streets away from the local cathedral. Though when the clock struck the new hour he'd have to hear that awul noise...

He slid down from the room of the home and made his way down the street. Undetected as he walked past children bundled in their coats on the way to school and adults starting their day on to work or other ventures.

If anything this little charade was probably delaying him. But it wasn't as if he hadn't visited anyone else in his pursuit of her. It was just that he had put a little more thought and effort into this case than he usually would.

Yes. that was it.

Right now, she was at her job working at the bank as a clerk. He had no idea why. From what he gathered she seemed to have had the job before her husband passed, it seemed to be where they met. To his surprise, his legs had carried him to the building faster than expected.

He peeked in through one of the windows, looking above the many heads that had already gathered in the building. Behind the ivory counter, Y/N could be seen. Dressed in lilac, as he has seen her before.

Still in mourning.

He passed through the wall, still hidden by his magick, passing through the crowds and lines unnoticed, passing through the counter to stand behind her. he listened to her as she counted the bills in her hand, eyes ever-focused. It was barely past mid-day and she already radiated stress. He leaned in. She smelled of lavender, and something sweet. Vanilla, he realized.

Suddenly she looked over her shoulder, seemingly puzzled. He knew She couldn't see him and yet still, it startled him.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" The teller in the stall next to her asked, looking concerned.

"Yes...I thought...I just felt a sudden draft, that's all.." She turned away, carefully placing the bills in their envelope and handing them to the patient patron.

He covered his mouth, fighting off a chuckle. He wanted to stay by her all day, just watching her work, but he had other things to do. He bowed, and exited the building through the east wall, and made his way down the alley.

He may be taking his time with her, but there was a certain brothel he could bid his time at while he waited for her...

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Night had fallen, and he watched from the top of the stairs from her home as she read in her chair, the orange cat in her lap. She had a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, even as she sat in front of the fire.

"I think it's time we go off to bed, right, Sami?" he watched as she picked up the cat, who meowed in response. She stood up, taking her oil lamp with her as she headed off to the bathroom to get dressed for the night. He headed up the stairs and entered the bedroom.

It was time for him to make his presence known.

He shed his mist and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He did have a fondness for this form. With his face well framed by his dimples and with sharp blue eyes and blonde locks, he's been called dashing on more than one occasion in this form. And in his simple yet old-fashioned dress-shirt and waistcoat that strained against his broad chest, he looked all that and more. He sat on the edge of the bed, long sturdy legs straining in his dark wool slacks. He hoped he wouldn't be compared to a reaper, dressed in this dark ensemble.

Especially as his pupils returned to their normal dark red. It couldn't be helped. It was just another thing about his kind that couldn't be hid.

His ears perked at the sound of the stairs creaking. They stopped at the top, and immediately he knew she was saying goodnight to the portrait of her husband. The door to the room slowly opened, the orange cat slinking in. Immediately, he began to hiss at him.

"Sami? Are you alright? What have you-" she gasped, trying not to drop the oil lamp.

"Good evening, Y/N, I've been waiting for you," he stood up, walking towards her slowly. She seemed to be stuck in her tracks. he reached over her and pushed the door shut. "Remain calm, for me, dear," he whispered, tilting her chin up with a finger, shutting her mouth - which hung open in shock- in the process. Sami the cat also seemed to be stuck in place, hair on end and tail still sticking straight up.

"Wh...wh-who..." she stuttered, eyes wide with fright.

"I will make this simple. I am in Incubus. I am a creature centuries old, created to bring humans pleasure, sometimes to relieve stress, or just... because you want to be pleasured. I've had my eye on you for quite some time, love. Being widowed at such a young age, managing this home all alone, you are beyond need of relief."

She stumbled back into the door, lifting the oil lamp in front of her, "D..demon sp-demon spawn..."

Demon spawn? He bit back a laugh. He hadn't been called that since that late 1600s. "If that is what you wish to call me, than yes."

"Don't come any closer!" She yelped, finally finding her voice. She lifted the lantern higher. "Stay away from me...I'll scream!"

"You'll scream...and who will come for you?" he titled his head. This poor woman, trying to be brave.

"The constables...they're patrolling... someone will hear..."

"There's no need for that, I assure you. I mean you no harm, Y/N. I should have told you that from the start. That was my mistake."

"How do you know my name, demon?!" She cried. She was shaking like a leaf. He wanted to take the lantern from her, but she still looked in danger of dropping it.

"I told you, I've had my eye on you. Forgive me for the cold drafts and strange dreams. I wasn't quite ready to make my presence known." he explained.

"You've been...watching me?"

"Yes."

"You've...you've seen me undress?"

"Of course not."

"I don't believe you, you pervert!" she reached behind her, jiggling desperately at the doorknob. He hadn't even locked it, was her shaking truly that bad? "Open, damned thing!"

"I give you my word." He backed away, dropping to a knee next to the cat, who was beginning to calm down. He hovered a hand over the little creature's head, before scratching between their ears. "I wish for nothing but to be at your beck and call, my dear Y/N. That is my only want from you."

She turned back around, looking down at him in disbelief. "What are you doing?"

"Showing you what I am. I am a trustworthy creature, Miss." He motioned to the creature rubbing against him. "Your little guardian sees this. Hear him purr, he knows I'm no liar."

"He's just a cat! You- you must have some food in your pocket or-"

He shook his head. "I don't eat, Miss. I have no need for it. I feed off of the sexual pleasure of humans. I have no need for human food."

"S-Sami, come here!" she hissed. That cat continued to purr against him, sitting down at his feet.

"See, he trusts me."

"I...that's...what do you... you want to have your way with me?" her voice grew softer, though still she seemed wary to step towards him. Now the cat chose to get up and come to her, rubbing against the bottom of her long, white nightgown.

"That depends on how willing you are to engage in such an act, Of course, I understand your reluctance. You have all the power here, Y/N. Though I wish to bring you some relief, as you radiate intense stress, you have every right to wish me away. Just say the word and I'll leave."

She looked down at the cat, and then at him. To his surprise, she was looking him straight in the eye. How strong-willed she must be. He knew other demons who were scared to look at him like this!

"I haven't...not since..."

"I know," he stood back up. Slowly, he walked towards her, bridging the gap until he was just a few centimeters away. In this form, she barely came up to his collarbone. All he had to do was pull her near, and her pretty face would be buried in his chest. "I mean, I figured as much. You must have loved him, love. Most widows would have moved on from lilac clothes by now."

"I- of course, I- how could I let you do such a thing to me, demon?"

"If you are worried about damnation you need not to. That matter is far more complicated than you think. Of course, if you're somewhat worried about purity,I can bring you pleasure without even touching you." He put his hands behind his back, as if to prove his point.

"What?" she looked up at him, clearly confused. "That's not possible."

"Yes it is. I am an Incubus, the ultimate purveyor of pleasure." And sin. "I would be nothing if I didn't have multiple ways to bring you to release. Would you like for me to show you?"

"I-" she looked away, before giving a small nod." As quick as she did, she clasped a hand over her mouth. His hands went to her shoulders as her knees seemed to buckle, and she stumbled against him. "Oh good Lords-"

He let out a deep breath. "It takes a bit of focus, but other than that, it's quite easy to-"

"Stop...I can't...please, please-!" She whimpered against his chest., desperately gripping at his sleeve with her free hand. He did as told, sliding a hand up her back as he gently took the lantern out of her hand, holding it as he gently led her to sit on the bed. He placed it down on the table between the two of them, not daring to sit or touch the other bed.

He was close to gaining her trust, he could feel it, and there was no way he's ruined that by disturbing something clearly dear to her. Instead, he kneeled in front of her, waiting patiently.

"Too much...that was too much," she placed her face in her hands, her breath still shakey.

"Forgive me, sometimes even I can't control the strength of which someone feels my power." he found that he meant that genuinely. Though small the moment may have been her reaction lit something in him, fed the neverending hunger for lust inside him, just a bit. It also amused him.

Just a bit.

"I can't I just can't..."

"Is that your final answer?"

"No..." she lifted her arm...reaching out. He took her hand in both of his, watching as she lifted her head. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her nightgown. "I'm just not ready for that."

"What are you ready for, dear Y/N?"

"How long...how long can you wait?"

"For however long you need."

"You say...you say that you are at my beck and call? You will do as I wish?"

"Yes." He waited as she gathered her nerves.

"Will you... will you hold me, demon?"

"Yes." he brought her hand to his lips, kissing it. "How do you wish for me to hold you?"

"Will you sleep with me, through the night, in my bed?" She looked back at him, then at her pillows, obviously still anxious, though she seemed to have calmed down a considerable amount.

He fought back the urge to raise an eyebrow, instead giving her a nod. Sleep with a mortal, without pleasuring her? He could do that. Surely he could do that. Besides, it would most likely be best for him to get her to rest, just using his magick had seemed to drain her already. "I can't promise you won't experience some odd dreams..."

"That's alright. my dreams have been strange for the past few- for longer than you must have been watching me, I'm sure." He watched as she fought back a yawn.

"Dim the light, then, love." He stood up and walked towards the door ,he took off his boots and waistcoat. He sat the later on the floor giving Sami one last scratch on the head as he curled up on top of the piece of clothing. She did as asked, then pulled back her quilt to crawl underneath. This was the first time he noticed the one he gave her last night was now the one she laid under, the thinner blue one under the bed. He crawled underneath it, letting her curl up against him. Reluctantly wrapping his arms around her.

"You are...warm... what is your name?" She mumbled.

"My name?"

"Yes."

"It can be whatever you wish it to be." he brushed her hair back to look at her, watching as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

"Can I...can I call you... William?"

"If William is what you want, then William I shall be," he murmured.

"Goodnight, William."

"Goodnight flower. Go to sleep now, you need your rest."

Whether lured by her own exhaustion or by his magick, she quickly drifted off in his arms for the night.

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

She still lied in bed as he snuck off just before daybreak. He couldn't help himself, he was curious, now having realized he had never seen the actual resting place of her husband. He looked around the foggy cemetery, looking at each tombstone intently before finding the plot he was looking for. He stepped over the small iron gate with ease, bending to read the words at the newest marker.

"Steven William Regal, Beloved Son and Husband, 1832-1862." He dusted of the tombstone, the cold of the marble barely seeping into his fingers before pulling away." It seems I'll be taking your place for the time being, Mr. Regal. I'm honored to, I mean that."

He stood up, not looking over his shoulder as he made his way back down the trail out of the cemetery, back to her home, back to her.

He planned on taking good care of his wife.

Very good care of her.

-fin-

[arvandus]

Hey hey! I'm sneaking into your inbox to say hello and to check up on ya. I hope all is well and that life is treating you decently. Also, I think you should know that I think of "Touch" almost every single day. I think you went back and are redoing the chapters... is that right? I haven't had the chance to go back and reread it yet, but that is partly because I don't think I'm ready. Your writing is so good and I look up to you a lot as a writer. I've always been cool with Dabi as a character but your portrayal of him really made me fall in love with him even more. Thank you for always being a friend ♥ and sorry I accidentally unfollowed you when I went to send this message. Oops!

I'm so happy to see you in my inbox! Life is okay, work is taking up too much non-work time but I'm working on it. :) Just waiting for some important documentation to come in then I'll probably leave the current company I'm with. I was going to rewrite the earlier chapters, but I only ended up rewriting chapter 1 (for now). I'm back to writing the more recent chapters. I have 12 chapters finished and posted and I'm working on 13 right now a little at a time. No worries about rereading it. :) You'll get to it if/when you want to. It's massive fic and it's been having long gaps in updates, so I totally understand.

I always love seeing you show up on my dash, especially on the weekends when life gives you a little bit of free time. Your soft Sundays are always a joy to read and I wish I had more time to participate in them. <3

I hope life is treating you kind and you're taking good care of yourself; as someone who's also in a helping profession, I have the utmost respect for you. Teaching is a tough job and so undervalued here in the states. I'm sure your students are lucky to have someone as kind as you as their teacher!

[ahogedetective]

@takinghisbow replied to: ""burrito reverse ( trust me he'll just be laughing...""

whoops thought i already replied to this! but hfjdhsjakd THEM. shuichi taking care of him when he's sick!!!! them laughing together like total dorks!!!! i love them sO MUCH <3 you know as much as kokichi doesn't want to rest, he totally loves how much shuichi cares abt him and takes care of him!!

HEHE NO WORRIES, YOU GOOD!!! ♥ THEM!!!! YESSSS: he can't bear to see his Koki sick, so Shuichi wants to take utmost care of him until he feels alll better!!! HEHE YE S, LAUGHING TOGETHER LIKE THE CUTEST DORKS THEY ARE!!! The way they can make each other laugh so happily and brightly, especially together, is always so precious and sweet~! ME TOO!!!!! They are the goodest softest boys!!!

Yeah!!! That's why Shuichi wanted to, at the very least: make resting more bearable for Kokichi by staying by his side while in his lil blanket roll! OH ABSOLUTELY.... Shuichi will always care greatly for him, and take absolute great care of him, cause Kokichi's health and happiness will always mean the world to him!!! 💖

[paperworkanddogs-moved]

Porca merda!

A very real and very lethal arrow has just lodged itself securely in the front door of Ludwig’s residence. The red heart tipped arrow, firmly embedded, has a white card tied to the golden feather fletching at the end. An individual adorned with large white wings and a tightly wrapped cloth diaper covering their ass sprinted to the arrow they launched and places a beautifully wrapped gift basket underneath it before they retreat into an unmarked vehicle and speed away. Opening the card would expose gorgeous calligraphy neatly detailing the ramblings of someone likely experiencing a break in reality.

Buona Festa degli Innamorati!

I hope my gifts find you in good spirits! Fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, I was the sweet little angel at your door to shoot an arrow of love and leave you something sweet! If you were quick enough to spot me, a cherub amongst all the hideous demons of the world, with my big wings and pretty doe eyes, I hope you blew me a kiss as thanks. Instead of the helpers paid to deliver, Cupid himself has come to you!

Usually, I wouldn’t go out of my way to do something like this since Valentine’s Day is almost exclusively celebrated between couples in Italy, but I thought it might be fun to surprise you. As the country of origin for the tradition, I was ordained by St. Valentine himself in a dream to carry on his mission of love and subverting authority on February 14th. Since you are one of the only two I know (and care) who is in a committed marriage, I have taken the liberty and created a wonderful care package for you! Please find two bottles of Cortese di Gavi wine, a box of handpicked chocolates and sweets, a torta della rose, two clay face masks, and four bath bombs. I may have stuffed some other little things in the basket before I wrapped it up, so whatever else you find should be considered a wonderful surprise! Unless you were the recipient who ended up with my house keys, then I will need those back.

Even though this is supposed to be a day for lovers, I believe with the utmost conviction that the most neglected form of love is self-love… in the words of someone who has inspired millions: “If you can’t love yourself, how in the HELL are you gonna love somebody else?” And in that spirit of practising self-love, I have attached various pictures of myself in the Cupid ensemble I’ve decided to wear for the day. We all have to start somewhere, and I really do think I may love how I look in this, wouldn’t you agree?

Enjoy your day and make the most of what this world has to offer. Love comes from all sides.

Affectionately,

Feliciano ♥

(P.S. if my arrows have caused any property damage and/or you were unlucky enough to have been shot by me, please fill out the paperwork at the bottom of the basket and submit your claim to my email.)

Frankly, Ludwig is too tired to deal with someone else today. He's exhausted from a poor night's sleep and too much work, and a burst pipe in his grocery store that had him hopping from phone to phone until it was fixed.

The arrow..... He has to pull it out after taking several pictures of the arrow and the divot left for insurance reasons.

Everything is brought inside and he reads the letter several times until he can understand it. With a sigh, he opens the wine and pours himself a large glass. All of this will be dealt with tomorrow

[ehrendame]

Porca merda!

A very real and very lethal arrow has just lodged itself securely in the front door of Resi’s residence. The red heart tipped arrow, firmly embedded, has a white card tied to the golden feather fletching at the end. An individual adorned with large white wings and a tightly wrapped cloth diaper covering their ass sprinted to the arrow they launched and places a beautifully wrapped gift basket underneath it before they retreat into an unmarked vehicle and speed away. Opening the card would expose gorgeous calligraphy neatly detailing the ramblings of someone likely experiencing a break in reality.

Buona Festa degli Innamorati!

I hope my gifts find you in good spirits! Fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, I was the sweet little angel at your door to shoot an arrow of love and leave you something sweet! If you were quick enough to spot me, a cherub amongst all the hideous demons of the world, with my big wings and pretty doe eyes, I hope you blew me a kiss as thanks. Instead of the helpers paid to deliver, Cupid himself has come to you!

Usually, I wouldn’t go out of my way to do something like this since Valentine’s Day is almost exclusively celebrated between couples in Italy, but I thought it might be fun to surprise you. As the country of origin for the tradition, I was ordained by St. Valentine himself in a dream to carry on his mission of love and subverting authority on February 14th. Since I have no idea (or desire to find out) if you are in a relationship or not, I have taken the liberty of assuming not and created a wonderful care package for you! Please find two bottles of Recioto della Valpolicella wine, a box of handpicked chocolates and sweets, a quarter dozen bomboloni and maritozzo each, a clay face mask, and two bath bombs. I may have stuffed some other little things in the basket before I wrapped it up, so whatever else you find should be considered a wonderful surprise! Unless you were the recipient who ended up with my house keys, then I will need those back.

Even though this is supposed to be a day for lovers, I believe with the utmost conviction that the most neglected form of love is self-love… in the words of someone who has inspired millions: “If you can’t love yourself, how in the HELL are you gonna love somebody else?” And in that spirit of practising self-love, I have attached various pictures of myself in the Cupid ensemble I’ve decided to wear for the day. We all have to start somewhere, and I really do think I may love how I look in this, wouldn’t you agree?

Enjoy your day, with or without a partner, and make the most of what this world has to offer. Love comes from all sides.

Affectionately,

Feliciano ♥

(P.S. if my arrows have caused any property damage and/or you were unlucky enough to have been shot by by me, please fill out the paperwork at the bottom of the basket and submit your claim to my email.)

After taking the arrow out of her wooden door and making sure that she didn't-t injure herself with it Resi read the letter eagerly examining each word and taking in what Feliciano had to say. This made her smile, the sediment was sweet, especially the care package and the advice about self-love but once she read the statement of Feliciano dressed as cupid made her laugh out loud, out of hilarity, of course! He always knew how to cheer her up and this is always welcomed.

She looks at the care package and clocks the wine, chocolates, sweets, face masks, and so on then, something catches her eye, a glistening underneath the paper. She digs it out and notices a silver tennis bracelet she takes it out and holds it up to the light—"Ah, pretty—" She cooes as she puts it on. She will definitely enjoy these presents.

"You are a sweetheart and a dork, Feli—" She muses as she glances at the gifts gushing over them and glances over to the photos and chuckles still displaying the satisfied smile she did. It achieve what it intended as now Resi was beaming with gratitude. "Dankeschon and frõhlichen Valentinstag to you.

[SMS: Feli ] Just got your letter and care package and just wanted to say that I am beyond grateful. You have really outdone yourself.

[SMS: Feli] And about the dressing up as cupid. It's hilarious and I would love to see it. However, don't shoot me because I don't want to fall in love with anyone else. And Fyi. I did not find out keys just a gorgeous sterling sliver bracelet.

[SMS: Feli] When you are next in Garmisch-Partenkirchen call me and we can hang out.

[natimiles]

Hii could I get William and top of the foot

Hiii! Here you go! Hope you like it (:

William + Top of the foot

Words: 323

Tags: established relationship; pet names (little robin, my love); no pronouns for reader.

“What? What’s happening?” You asked, confused.

“My little robin needs to rest, that’s what’s happening,” he replied with a smile. 

William understood your frustration at not being able to write your report, but he also couldn’t stand seeing you in distress. You had been struggling with it for days now, and it only made you more upset. That’s why he pulled you away from your desk, carrying you bridal-style to his bedroom, to distract your stressed mind a little.

He would pamper you, lie down together, cuddle, and caress your hair, and maybe take you out on a date later if you were up for it. He placed you on top of his bed and watched closely as your expression slowly shifted to a calmer one. A soft smile formed on his lips as you settled in.

“You need to relax sometimes too, my love,” he softly said, sitting on his heels next to your feet, to take off your shoes.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you,” you frowned, but your expression soothed in the next second. A sigh of relief left you when you felt his hands gently massaging your foot.

“I know.”

With utmost care, William held you by the ankle and brought your foot next to his lips. Flashing you a tender, loving smile, he kissed the top of your foot — the kiss lasting a few seconds longer than you imagined but effectively conveying all his love and devotion for you.

You couldn’t suppress a giggle, filling the bedroom in the most beautiful and melodic way that William had ever heard. He smiled, glad to see you finally happy again.

He gave your other foot a kiss too, then resumed massaging it. You could only stare, a dopey smile on your face. His feelings for you were as strong as yours for him, and it made you incredibly happy to know you had someone like him to rely on.

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist