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[pamgkrthwrites]

Omegaverse Headcannons

Hello everyone! I know it’s been a time. I having some bad writer’s block because of my medication. I’ve been writing some rambles lately to keep those skills but nothing has really come to mind, besides omegaverse brain rot lmao.

This will be divided up into headers based on topic with Omegaverse so if you only want to see a certain thing from my take then you can scroll down to that.

While I am here, I would like to note Omegaverse is not my oringal idea, however everyone does, can and is allowed to have their own take on the inner workings of Omegaverse. This post is my takes mixed from my view of the AU trope and writing I’ve seen from this trope. 

If you feel uncomfortable by M!Preg, that will under the Male Omega section and it’s only briefly mentioned. 

I might add more later if it comes to mind.

Now lets get into this!

Setting

Omegaverse is a AU trope where everyone has a secondary gender that can affect their personality. These is Alpha, Beta and Omega. Population wise, Alpha’s take up 33%, Omega’s 33%, and Beta’s by 34%. We will be diving into what makes them different in their own sections. Just like in our world, people can be born with the incorrect secondary gender. When one is born, doctors can tell by the size of the glands - located on their necks - on what the secondary gender the person will be. People start submitting a scent when they start puberty and will start heats or ruts around this time as well. In this world, periods are not a thing.

Secondary Gender - Alpha

Alpha’s glands are the biggest compared to Omega’s and Beta’s. However when born, Alpha’s usually have flat glands. Throughout puberty their glands will start to swell up. This is a highly noticeable change, it just makes their necks look a bit thicker. Alpha’s have a strong personality type, they can loud, controlling, and dominating. They are meant to supply for their family and protect them. Alpha’s go into ruts for a full 7 day week every 3 months. This can make them more protective of their mate/partner, usually leads to them having the need to breed their mate/partner, and can lead them to have a more destructive. Their scent is the strongest and can be connected to a outdoor activity like a campfire however this still must reflect their overall personality. 

Male Alphas take up 51% of the Alpha population. They are taller then female alphas, male and female betas and male and female omegas. Male Alphas only have male genitalia. They can breed with Female Alphas, Female Betas and Male and Female Omegas.

Female Alpha take up 49% of the Alpha population. They are taller than male and female betas and male and female omegas but shorter then male alphas. Female Alphas have male and female genitalia and have breasts. They can breed with Male and Female Alphas, Male and Female Betas, and Male and Female Omegas.

Secondary Gender - Beta

Beta’s glands are the smallest glands compared to Alpha’s and Omega’s. A beta’s glands when born are small and flat and throughout puberty do not change is size. Beta’s have a helper like personality. People who are beta’s are more likely to help out any Alpha or Omega. Just like Omega’s they will follow any order given out by a Alpha and just like Alpha’s will help out any Omega they is any need of help from danger. They are meant to be the middle rank between Alpha’s and Omega’s, helpers, but also the average person compared to our world. A everyday Joe. Beta’s do not go into ruts or heats. They can help a Alpha’s rut or and a Omega’s heat. Their scent is the weakest and can be connected to work supplies but still needs to be reflective of their personality. 

Male Betas take up 50% of the Beta population. They are smaller than Male and Female Alpha and are taller than Female Betas, and Male and Female Omegas. Male Betas only have male genitalia. They can breed with female Alphas, Female Betas, and Male and Female Omegas.

Female Betas take up 50% of the Beta population. They are smaller than Male and Female Alphas, and Male Betas, and are taller than Male and Female Omegas. Female Betas only have female genitalia and breasts. They can breed with Male and Female Alphas, Male Betas, and Male Omegas.

Secondary Gender - Omega

Omega’s galnds are as long as a Alpha’s but do not swell up just like a Beta’s. When born, doctor’s can identify them as the glands are closed until puberty when the swell open. They do not make the neck look bigger. Omega’s have a weak personality type, they are usually soft spoken, submissive, and caring. They are meant to have children, look after children, and take care of the home.Omega’s go into once a months for 3 to 5 days. This leads them to want to breed with their mate/partner, can make them isolate themselves, and leaves the feeling they are hungry. They scent is weaker than a Alpha’s but stronger than a Beta’s and usually smells like food and/or plants but still has to connect with their personality. Omega’s have a nest. It can be placed anyway within their home and made however the Omega wants. It usually has pillows, blankest and plushies within it’s pile. Omega’s use this nest to calm down their scent and it is recommended a Omega spend 1 hour within their nest.

Male Omegas take up 49% of the Omega population. They are shorter then Alphas and Betas but taller than Female Omegas. Male Omegas have male and female genitalia and can have female breasts for 1 year after giving birth. They can breed with Male and Female Alphas, Male and Female Betas and Female Omegas.

Female Omegas take up 51% of the Omega population. They are shorter than all Alphas, Betas, and males. They only have female genitalia and breasts. They can breed with Male and Females Alpha, and Male Betas and Omegas.

Secondary Gender - Trans Issues

It is not unheard of that one can change their secondary gender. This can be caused by one parent’s scent influencing the scent glands of the unborn child, but this is not the only way. Born Omegas or Betas at birth that transition to Alpha are mocked as “wanna be Alphas”. Alpha and Betas that transition to Omega are mocked as “weaklings among the pack”. Alpha and Omegas that transition to Beta are looked down upon and are seen as social outcasts. Even though rights are there for this people, there is sadly always going to people who think it’s unnatural. These people within Omegaverse are real, and even though I have headcannon on what they get called I have not seen anyone do writings of this nature.

Courting

Courting within Omegaverse culture can be hard depending on the genders but it can be done. Here I will explain how each secondary gender would court another secondary gender. Polygamous Mates are a thing but their courting situation is a private matter which usually involves a lot of talks. It can start with a couple adding one or them all starting at the same time. 

Alpha Courting Alpha can go by two ways. Alpha A can challenge Alpha B and if Alpha A loses ask for help how to train better but if Alpha A wins they can state it was fun, they can help Alpha B, and say they respect them see them as equals. Alphas are usually fights for dominance so if they express they respect them and see each other as equals it shows they have feelings for each other.

Alpha Courting Beta goes by the Alpha offering to help the Beta and express they see them as powerful as a Alpha. Alpha’s are usually asking Beta’s for help and so by them offering them help they are respecting their place. Also by them saying they see them as powerful as a Alpha means they have at the very least been keeping their eye on said Beta which show interest.

Alpha Courting Omega usually takes by the Alpha giving the Omega a hand made gift with their scent on it. It means they put in the effort to do a typical Omega thing and are willing to put in the effort to do something for said Omega. Gifts also have different meanings. A simple card could mean the Alpha does not have funds, time or skill to make them a item but still want to spend time with them. A iteam that cause be used like a basket could mean the Alpha is giving them a gift that even if the Alpha and Omega do not last they can still use the gift. If the Alpha makes the jewelry, it can mean they want the Omega to think about them but also dress them up.

Beta Courting Alpha can be hard but is not impossible. A Beta should never compare the Alpha to the Beta or the Beta to the Alpha as it can send the message they undermine said Alpha. Instead a Beta goes out of their way to spend time with them and will ask for help on some tasks and ask them to hang out with them. This sends the message the Beta thinks of the Alpha highly.

Beta Courting Beta is very simple and reflects our lives. As Betas reflect a normal human the most, and Beta courting Beta situation is going to intake Beta A asking out Beta B. Very simple.

Beta Courting Omega is also very simple. Beta’s have many different ways to court a Omega and all of them can work. It can be as simple as asking them out, making them a gift, asking a Omega for help on sometimes, cooking for the Omega, and asking the Omega to scent something for the Beta.

Omega Courting Alpha is very simple as well. It is usually done by the Omega asking the Alpha to scent something for their nest or make them a charm that reflects their scent.

Omega Courting Beta can offer to make the Beta something, offer to help them with a task, and ask them to scent something for their nest to court their beta of choice.

Omega Courting Omega is probably the most simple and goes along with just how Omega’s court as a whole. They will ask for another Omega to scent something for their nest. If they do mean strictly as friends they can say they trust them a lot as a friend.

Packs

Packs are usually formed by 1 Alpha, sometimes 2 Alpha of different first genders. These packs with have 50-50 on Alphas and Betas and a single Omega. This Omega could be tied to the leader of the Pack via them being mates, or they could be a Pack’s Omega where they have mate marks from everyone within the pack. This is different from Polygamous Mates, it is just the Omega is Polygamous. An Omega in a Pack is usually brought in after the formation of the Pack to make sure no Alphas fight for leader.

Mates

Mates are very simple and are across the board agreed upon but I still wanted to add it in. Mates are formed after years of courting. The two parties bite each other on one of their glands. This will stay as long as they are together. If they were the split up the mark will turn into a scab and soon fall off. 

Omega Depression

Omega Depression can only happen to Omegas. There is no Alpha Depression or Beta Depression. Omega depression can happen if a Omega has not been in their nest for 5 days, if a Alpha hurts them, or if they Mate/Partner cheats on them or dies or hurts them emotionally. Omega Depression cause the Omega’s scent to turn to smell of vinegar mixed with vodka first day, them to start to forget to drink water the day after, and if 5 days go by then their body starts to crash. This can cause the Omega to stop showing affection to their mate/partner. If an Omega does not get help by day 15 to 25 they die. How an Omega can recover from a Omega Depression is going to their nest, spending time and getting scented by their mater/partner or family memeber, going to a Omega Help Center, or worse case, the hospital. 

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*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: “oh kitten, you really thought you’d get away with touching what daddy owns, huh?” he asked, grabbing your cheeks roughly, forcing you to look up at him from your kneeled position on the floor in front of him, “think batting those pretty little eyes is gonna stop me? you’re so cute when you’re at my mercy.”

earlier that day….

“daddyyyy, please i’m bored,” you whined, your legs strewn over the side of the couch in his office.

“kitten, i suggest you stop whining unless you want to get punished,’ he scolded not even bothering to look up from his work, as a knock sounded on the door.

“enter,” you boyfriend said, his best friends sam and steve walking in, as sam began talking. steve looked at you, giving you a once over, his eyes hesitantly stopping at where your dress rose up on your thigh and it clicked.

you got up, giving sam a quick side hug, bucky’s eyes flickering to yours for a millisecond as sam stopped what he was saying giving you a quick “heya, love muffin” the nickname making you smile as you remembered the whole boss’ girl debacle.

you smiled fondly at the memory of it being the first day bucky let you come to work with him, you were in the kitchen eating a muffin when both sam and steve came in. they stopped, looking at you for a moment before coming up sam throwing the trashiest pick up line, asking if he could be your ‘love-muffin’. you replied saying how you didn't think your boyfriend would be ok with that. they gave you confuse glances, saying something along the lines of “whos the pussy that's not spending time with his girl and leaving her alone?” you simply giggled, saying the few words that made them look like deer in headlights, “oh just your boss, bucky.”

you laughed at their shocked expressions, brushing off saying how you wouldn't tell bucky about what they said. the next time you met, sam joked around about the meeting, calling you ‘love muffin’ and it stuck. but you knew for a fact it irritated bucky every time he said it, mainly because you never told him the origin story and it bugged him.

you moved to steve, giving him a hug, but lingering a little longer than sam, knowing bucky would catch on to the extended affection. steve hugged you back, kissing your forehead as you went back to the couch, deciding on how your plan should begin. the hug you gave steve was useless, only needing it to just give him a little edge.

they talked for a bit, your hands trailing up and down your exposed thigh, buckys eyes flickering over every minute, watching you for a few seconds before going back to the conversation. you pushed your dress up slightly, trailing your fingers up and down, before going across to your inner thigh. you pretended not to notice bucky staring at you, your eyes focused on a book that you picked up of boredom.

you smirked behind the pages, upping the stakes by spreading you legs slightly, happy that the two men who stood talking couldnt see you. your legs opened, giving bucky a view of the red lace panties you had on today. his eyes flickered to you, darkening before turning his attention back to the men. you huffed, deciding to go farther in your plan, you started toying with the edge of the fabric, pulling it up slightly.

sam and steve said bye, giving you a quick wave as you smiled at them, wishing them a good day. you went back to your book, legs spread all the way as your dress did little to hid your actions. you slipped your hand down your pants, swiping your arousal, moaning at the dampness. he looked at you, challenging you to continue. and you did.

you toyed with your clit, small moans leaving your mouth as he smirked at you, amused.

“oh, is kitten needy for daddy? is kitten that needy she wants to be a bad girl?” he mocked, standing up from his desk and walking over. by now your book was rested on your chest, your hand grasping part of your dress as you pleasured yourself.

he stalked over, grabbing your hand and pulling it from under your panties, “now, now darlin’, i didn’t say you could touch what’s mine. and you’re being a bad girl. and you know what bad girls get?”

“p-punished,” you said meekly, not meeting his eyes.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “exactly, kitten, and you’ve been bad girl, so you’re gonna stay right here, and not complain, and when we get home…imma remind you who owns that pretty little pussy.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“i asked you a question, kitty, i expect a response. unless, someone wants to be a bad kitty, hmm? you wanna be a bad kitten?” he questioned, kneeling down to you, his hand moving from your cheeks to your neck, pulling you to him.

you shook your head, a whine leaving your lips as his fingers squeezed your throat slightly, a smirk moving its way towards his face at your reaction. “oh, you wanna be good kitty? awhh, look at you, being a good girl…i think my kitty deserves some cream, huh?” he mocked your aroused state, standing back up as he unbuttoned his pants, barely pulling them down as his erection stood free.  your mouth watered slightly at the sight, his red tip dripping precum as veins popped.

“well, what are you waiting for, take my fucking cock,” he said, yanking your head back by your hair, eyes fueled with lust. he let go, hand still placed on your head as your mouth was on him not a second later, swallowing him. he guided your mouth, saliva dribbling down the corners of your mouth as tears formed in the corner of your eyes. he was too big to take, his head hitting the back of your throat with every small thrust of his hips, and your hand worked the rest, moving up and down in tandem with your mouth

your eyes traveled up him, settling on his thrown back head, small moans leaving his mouth as he praised you. his moaning only spurred you one, your hand dropping as you tried to take him whole. his hand pushed you down, taking control as his hips moved roughly, your gags sounding as the tears slid down your face.

“fuck…kitten, doin so well- fuck! takin’ my cock so good,” he praised, his other hand now placed on your head as he fucked your throat. you gagged more, tears soaking your face as your once perfect mascara, streamed down with them, “so close, kitten- fuck- wanna cum in that tight little pussy though.”

he stopped, pulling out and looking down at you, a smirk playing at his lips, “awh kitten you look so pretty down on your knees and absolutely ruined…might have to see you like this more often.”

you whimpered, the though of being on your knees and gagging on him making you clench your thighs together.

“awh, baby, that turn you on? want daddy to fuck your face again? god you’re a filthy little whore, but you’re my whore. ‘m so fucking lucky to have you kitten always so needy and ready for daddy, huh:? and that pussy is just so fucking perfect, kitten, always so fucking tight,” he praised, a whine-like sound escaping your lips as he looked at you, an eyebrow raised.

“what, kitten? what do you want?”

“please- please daddy- fuck me please,” your voice was hoarse as you spoke, the gravelly tone making bucky’s cock as he heard the aftermath of his pleasure.

“want daddy to fuck you, kitten? want daddy’s cock in you?” he teased, his hand on your cheek as his thumb pulled down your bottom lip, forcing its way into your mouth.

you nodded quickly, scooting forward in anticipation, his thumb leaving your mouth as his hand moved down to our neck, grabbing it and squeezing lightly. an involuntary moan left your lips, eyes fluttering shut.

“such a filthy kitten….on the bed, baby,” he ordered, his hand leaving your throat as you hurried onto the bed. he stood looking at you, pushing up the sleeves to his white dress shirt, a smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you wait.

“good girl,” he said, walking closer. the praise had you mewling, a chuckle sounding from his chest at your reaction.

“oh so now you wanna be my good girl?” he hummed, his hand going back to your throat but not squeezing. his thumb softly caressed your neck, his eyes filled with lust and love as you stared up at him, “on your back, kitten….i wanna taste this kitty’s cream.”

you didn’t follow his orders right away, the hand on your throat immediately pushing you so you were laying on your back, you legs dangling off the bed. he pulled you forward by the back of your knees, his mouth leaving hot kisses on your inner thighs as he made his way to your core.

“please…” you breathlessly moaned, the teasing make your cunt throb.

“don’t cum unless i say so, kitten, that’s your punishment,” he smirked, pulling down your panties as he left a quick kiss to your clit.

you whined, his tongue worked your clit, a finger circling your entrance before sinking in, a moan escaping your mouth as it curled hitting your g spot. you felt his smirk against you, his fingers moved faster, moans leaving your lips. your hand pulled at his hair, writhing underneath his mouth.

“please daddy- im so close, please,” you whined, knowing if he continued you would cum.

he pulled away, tutting and shaking his head, “you know the rules kitten, no coming unless i say so. and you don’t want daddy to mad, do you? ‘cause you know what they call me when i don’t get my way, huh babygirl?” you nodded, not meeting his eyes. he moved towards you, a hand forcing your face to meet his.

“what do they call me, kitten?”

“…baba yaga,” you said quietly.

“and why?” he questioned, an eyebrow arched waiting for your answer.

“b-because you turn into the boogeyman when you dont get what you want…” you said, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, his eyes flickering down to your mouth. he smirked, his hand letting go of your face and moving to your throat, trailing down slowly before his fingers wrapped around your throat. a quiet moan left your lips, your legs clenching at his dark gaze. “awhh is kitten turned on by daddy’s hand around her neck?” he fake pouted, his voice mocking as his other hand slipped between your legs, “you like daddy choking you? bet you also like daddy’s fingers on this pussy, huh? just a filthy little slut for me.”

your hand gripped his forearm, eyes pleading to let you cum but your reaction only spurred him on, his fingers moving faster against your clit. your eyes rolled back, the pleasure too much as you held back your orgasm, pleads for him  to stop rolling off your lips.

“please buck- please no more- i cant take it- please.”

he pulled away, pouting, “come on kitten, you know what to call me, don’t make me punish you further by not letting you come at all tonight. i’m being very lenient today.”

“sorry, daddy,” you squeaked out, squirming under his hard stare.

“good girl,” he breathed, aligning his cock with your entrance, teasing you, “now continue being that good girl and take this cock like the slut i know you are.”

his words and his slow invasion into you had you moaning, the stretch still nothing you were used to. his groans mixed with yours, small whispers of your name following as he pumped in and out of you.

“please, daddy, faster- please need you to fill me up- please,” breathy moans left your mouth, nails digging into his skin.

“faster, baby? want me to ruin this pretty pussy? wanna be leaking with my cum?” he taunted, hips slowing as you let out a whine.

“no, faster daddy, please, faster,” you mewled, hips bucking to his but his hand held your waist down.

“say it, kitten, tell me what you want daddy to do,” he groaned.

“want you to go faster, daddy, want you to ruin my pussy, please, daddy,” you begged, eyes pleading as he finally complied, a smirk on his face as he pounded into you. your moans caught in your throat, eyes rolling back slightly. “so tight, kitten, almost like i’ve never fucked you before,” he moaned, hands in a bruising grip on your hips, “just my little fuck-toy, huh, kitten? just love daddy fucking you so good.”

“p-please daddy- i-im so close- please,” your back arched, moans and whines leaving your lips.

“already, kitten? just started having my fun, hold it, baby, you cum when i tell you,” he commanded, a whimper leaving your lips, “got that kitten?”

“y-yes daddy,” you whined, tears welling from the inability to release.

“awhh, is kitten gonna cry? kitten can’t handle daddy fucking her so hard? not letting her cum? you wanna cum, then beg,” his hand slid to your throat, applying the lightest of pressure, but it was enough to send you over, pleads leaving your mouth.

“please daddy, please, i’ll be good i promise, please need’a cum, please daddy,” you begged, whimpering with each of his thrusts.

“cum, kitten, cum,” he moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him, squeezing him.

you moaned as he kept pounding into you, a smirk on his lips as he pulled out, your cum following before he flipped you over, leaning down to your ear as whispered, “don’t get tired on me now, kitten, daddy’s not done with you just yet.”

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

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[semischarmed]

Clarity

My hot roommate Zach is the perfect man. I think I won the cosmic lottery when we got paired freshman year. “Roommates for life!” he shouted, as he wrapped a tone arm around me in a side-hug. I chuckled, of course. Who knew the cutest guy in our dorm was such a dork. I remember that moment vividly, committed every last detail to memory. In what he likely only barely remembers, I recall to the last detail. I play it back often -even moreso, nowadays: The crisp autumn breeze. The filtered sunlight through amber trees, bathing us both in golden afternoon. The warmth of his touch, and the unintended taunt from his arm pulling me towards him and his jacket ever so slightly wrapping over my back. The slight, dense smell of coffee wafting from him and his minty breath cutting through. Thats how I remember him. Warm. Sincere. Safe. Zach would probably say that was the moment we became best friends. I, on the other-hand, would say that was the exact moment when I fell for him.

We did everything together from then on: Ate together, joined the same clubs, signed up to the same classes- that first year we were inseparable. Best friends to a tee. I’m not even sure what he saw in me- the guy was a hell of a lot more sociable than I was. He could literally find anyone else on campus, yet I had the privilege of being his roommate and friend. I commit that wonderful first year to my life. It is my happiest year to date. I commit that version of Zach to myself as well.

Trouble started early in our second year. He spent all summer back home, hanging out with his high school friends and his brothers. When we finally met back in our new room, he seemed distant. Still, I made the effort, getting closer and closer to him every day. He’d been sending signals too, I think. A stray touch, just a half second too long. A lingering stare in my direction. A gentle smile when I ask him a bout his day. I had to know for myself with certainty. 

So, one terrifying October night, I asked him straight up.The fucker laughed. Cruel, hideous, insensitive laughter. I’d never felt more alone in my life than when he laughed at my confession. That broke something in me. I quickly ran to my bed, crying myself to sleep. Without skipping a beat, Zach left the room to grab a bite to eat, seemingly unchanged by my outright confession. I had never been so humiliated in my life, yet only he would ever know. Still I felt him hold that over me in the weeks to follow like a dark cloud. Of course he’d still offer hangouts. He’d ask for help with some dumb assignment or try to get me to open up by faking some issues about himself. He was mocking me. I felt his sneer, ever-present from behind. Thats when I began researching alternative methods to exact what I needed from him.

Why a private university had a book like this is beyond me. It was a spellbook. A dangerous one, at that. All manner of incantation and processes regarding the human soul. I poured myself the next few weeks on its pages religiously. Translation is a massive pain in the ass but it gets done.

“Love cannot be created by spell,” it stated. Leave it to a fucking book to let me down too. I wiped away stray tears until I caught sight of the last batch of spells. I sighed at its contents. Fine. I couldn’t make him love me through magic, but I could have him the next best way. His body. The final section of this book of spells is, of course, the curses and enchantments required to possess another being.

———

The preparations have been made. It’s another late, awkward night in our room, where he just passes by, gives me a nod and a grimace and then heads to bed. This night would be different. I chant the words. The price is steep. Half of my body’s lifespan for the ability to take someone over in their sleep. That’s the one I settled on. Of course, there were more permanent spells outlined, but this seemed to be a happy medium.

The magic is dark in nature, and I feel the cloud over me deepen. I feel myself detach. It’s weightless, but grounded. Makes sense, given the purpose of this spell. I watch my target and lick my astral lips. There he was, happily dreaming without a care in the world. I study every curve, like sculpture. He is muscled, but tone. Zach likes to sleep with his shirt off, so I get to see what powerful chest up close. I watch as powerful lungs, drawn in air before gently dispersing it. Perfection. I watch that beautiful face lie still in a satisfied smile. Angelic. This body is power, incarnate. My power, soon.

I follow closes until I am but inches from his face. I stir around him, slightly. I want him to know it’s me. Bleary eyes open and he gives a weak smile when he sees me. “Dude-” the smile quickly fades to shock. “Wait what the fuck...” in sinful glee I push into my man. He involuntarily absorbs my particles, my spirit. He tries to push me away, to get me off him. Hands are useless to stop me. I phase through them with no resistance. His breath quickens as he begins to panic. This only further brings me into him, as he is forced to breath in the only air around him-me. 

Then, he starts choking, trying to force the parts of me in him out. I am unfazed. Instead, in I keep filling into him until all of me is inside. This is the way we were meant to be. He pulses and convulses and chokes while I align myself into him. I revel in Zach. In being Zach. Despite all the shit he pulled this year, he still is perfection. My perfection, now. 

I command his lips mine. “Invoke me. Become me. Manipulate this body. Explore us. Stay, in me. I want you here, forever.” They’re not words he usually uses. I rile in a frenzy when these phrases leave his lips at my behest. When his voice becomes my own and I make us moan. When his body complies with my every whim. When Zach’s flesh is mine. It is euphoric. Orgasmic even. I intend to follow through, to reward it. To pleasure it. God it feels good being in him. Being him. He may not love me, but love me he will, even if indirectly. Every waking moment I spend inside this man will be a moment of him loving himself, loving me. Now, And then I feel it. I clutch my head in pain. Zach.

Veins strain in his forehead as he puts every last effort to exorcise me out. Resistance almighty in this body. In tears I feel myself stripped from momentary heaven. He chokes as a dense fog that is me escapes his mouth. He is successful.

When I am kicked out of his body abruptly, I flare in anger. How could he do this? How could he? I look back at my slumbering form. No matter. My resolve is steel. Somehow, somewhere deep inside me, I knew somewhere it had to come to this. I chant the final curse mentioned in the spellbook. The price is the steepest of them all.

I watch as my physical form dissipates. I writhe as I am renewed with newfound energy. Potency. Virility. I’ve put in everything. Everything I ever was into becoming him. Zach would be mine, no matter what. 

Before he can readjust, before he can even think about what had just occurred, I flood back inside my man. Inside my body. My one true body, now, given what I had to sacrifice. I make him smile while he takes me in. Smile in preparation of a new, permanent driver. I thrust my astral form inside its new home. It’s warm. Roomy. muscular. We make this body grin, shout, cry, writhing all the way in its sheets in our battle for control. I’m not even sure he knows what he’s doing when he fights me- but he always was a natural in everything he picked up. I feel our shared muscle contract and relax as it is forced to accept its two masters- soon to be one. Soon to be me. Zach’s soul was strong but no one was a match for the full force of an entire human body-turned-spirit. I feel his soul start to lose footing. Jackpot. Immediately fill take its place. My place.

I was far deeper in Zach now than I was before. His essence struggles, trying to escape me but I keep us steady, hold us tight. Our minds begin to connect this time around and we sync. The book said this was a necessary step. I blink away our tears into a satisfied smile. Our face is flush from the fight, flush from my greatest victory. “You’re mine forever,” I think to myself, My words. The verbalization of my invasive thoughts in his head- they’re spoken in his tongue. In his jock-like inflection. I even now think in his voice. Of course, it’s relatively minor in the grand scheme of things. Yet it is undeniable proof. The finality of it all. Proof that my body no longer existed in this world. Proof that for me, forever, Zach would be my default. Just one last step to it all. One last push- I’ve already given this much, there was no going back. I would displace Zach as the true owner of this body. It’s as the final line in the book states: “Encapsulate their soul, devour it, digest it, make it yours. Then, true control at long last.”

Tears stream down our shared cheeks as we both realize the true gravity, the true consequences of my actions. We are synced now, but I haven’t yet completed the process. So, our emotions are a mix. So, it’s bittersweet. He’s mine. We’re one. I’m finally with Zach in a way most intimate. Despite it all, he isn’t fighting back. Why?

I rage inside him, wanting him to be mad, wanting him to hate me, to give me justification my ultimate transgression. He offers none. Instead, I am hit with borrowed clarity. More of his memory floods into me and I begin to cry. 

I watch my every worst moment through his lens, relive the demons of my past and yet, from his perspective they never looked quite as dark or traumatic as I had made them out to be. Even my confession itself, my initial catalyst, had merely been a blip in Zach’s mind. If anything, he had been more concerned that his own nervous laughing was the cause of my spiraling. I quickly realize how much wasted time I spent, building up Zach into this god in my head. My god. In the end, he was human after all.

I feel Zach pull instances of himself from my memories in turn. It turns out he had many, many insecurities as well. Many moments where he needed validation or support. Many moments, even in recent memory, where I had never picked up on on his fear and self doubt. An offhand comment here. Some self-deprecation there. Of course, stupid me always there to respond by telling him to quit joking around. I felt the months of torment he felt in my coldness after my confession. He wasn’t making fun of me or being an ass, he wasn’t even patronizing (well, he wasn‘t trying to at least)- he thought he was losing a friend. The guy was just a bit oblivious. God I was so dumb. Of course, he blames himself for my eventual actions. Poor guy. Zach didn’t deserve any of this- he never did. “Thank you” he cries in new clarity.

In mental tears I begin to undo my connection to him. It’s not something he had the capacity to do himself- I made that a reality when I used my physical form as tribute. I know the price which must be paid, for my greatest sin, born from misunderstanding. There wouldn’t be much left for me- the price for the spell was my physical body after all. It didn’t matter. I made that choice for myself when I recited the spell. But Zach... he had no choice at all. He still had a chance at a life. A life well-lived with knowledge and confidence gained from my memory. It was the least I could give him.

I begin to drift away as I balance the cosmic scales. I detach the last of myself from Zach, ready to give him back his body, ready to return him to his life. It’s merely a reverse of the process from before, yet it all feels lighter somehow. I take it as a sign of karmic justice. Of course, I am scared. Who knows what awaits me? Maybe I can find another body to inhabit. Maybe one in a coma. Maybe i’ll be reincarnated. Maybe nothing. Maybe I’ll just vanish on the spot...

Zach doesn’t give me the chance to find out. I feel his astral hand holding on to mine. His face is sympathetic. Kind. Warm. Like it used to be. Like it always was. His body leans up to pull me into a warm embrace. I start crying in spirit. “You, you don’t have to do this-” 

“I know” he says. He pulls me tighter. “Roommates for life, remember?” Now he’s crying. “There’s no way to go back- we both know that, but you still got a life to live-we both do.” He smiles as he guides me to himself. I reattach to him. We weave our souls as one. “C’mon man, I told you I grew up sharing a room.” I am a complete mess of emotions at this point. Unworthiness, Love, Relief. I feel his mess too. Neither of us knew where to go from here, but we both knew we’d face it together.

The experience was sobering, to say the least. We cried together that night. We cried at newfound realization. We cried at irreversibility of what I had done. Hell, we even cried at the extra rent that had to now be paid. I had no way of undoing what I did, and Zach wouldn’t let me go. In the end, we decide to just give it a go, a resolve to live as one person. “Zach 2.0,” as he jokingly put it. Dork.

———

“A happy accident,” is what Zach called the events of that night. He always was the optimist. Although, these days, I’m a bit of an optimist now too. I am Zach now too, after all. All things considered, we’ve done quite well together. Zach 2.0 was everything. We were smart, intuitive, confident, compassionate. We’ve made this body the healthiest it’s ever been. Hell, together we even graduated with honors, something neither of us could ever hope to do alone. Both our parents were real proud of that one- he told mine at my funeral that we had been together and we’ve been in close contact ever since. By no means were we the perfect man though. There was no perfect man. We’ve had our share of fights, struggles, times where one of us would take full control of this body we share, shut the other out.

Once in a blue moon, we both dream of what our lives could have ended up as, had I not done what I did or had he let me disappear that night. In retrospect, I really do think my life had a lot of things going for it. Hindsight is always 20/20, as he likes to say. I saw many an opening, so many areas for improvement that my younger self was blinded by in lust and perceived betrayal. There was so much life I could have lived, had I just not opened that stupid book. I don’t dwell on it too much though. We’re both quite happy sharing this body. I’m living in one body with my crush, whats not to like?

The first few months were quite jarring. Our friends and family would see us happy and outgoing at one moment and then flip to quiet and reserved on a flip of the switch. Gratefully, they been patient with us, assuming it was the byproduct of a grieving boyfriend. The more years I grow with him, the more alike we have become. Sharing one body and living one life tends to do that. I’ve probably rubbed off on him a little too. He’s just a bit more analytical now, a bit more perceptive, and I’ve learned to let loose every once in a while. Altogether, we make a great team. We’ve even managed a slew of relationships along the way. Hell, he’s even gone out with some guys-no doubt a byproduct of my soul being a part of him. Of course, in the ultimate cruel twist of fate, they never last- he tells me “none ever match me”. Well of course they can’t. I’ve lived every moment with him, felt his every thought, lifted him when he was up, consoled him when he was down. Ironically, in a roundabout way, the spell did end up causing love, causing for him to fall for me- at the cost of us never being able to be a couple in the physical sense. Guess you really can’t have it all.

In the few years we spent together my love for him has only deepened. I know he feels the same way. We are one person, after all. All things considered, it’s not a bad setup. If love on the physical plane happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t- then we still always have each other. Regardless, I’m sure we’ll find someone out there for the both of us, someday-there’s that optimism again. Of course, we don’t pine for it. Our main focus has always been each other. Growing together. We’ve got a whole life yet to live. And he’ll have me with him every step of the way. And we can’t wait to face it all, together.

-End-

Eh, it’s a bit underdeveloped but I’m not a novelist and I didn’t want to spread this out over parts. Going for something a little different with number 14- hope y’all like it!

[thelukesalvez]

Luke Alvez x Reader: Worshipped

Prompt: You’re feeling a little insecure and just need Luke to show you how much he loves you. 

Tagged: @ssaic-jareau​ , @alvezstan​ , @saintd0lce​ , @ogmilkis​ , @reidswords​, @ssa-morgan​ , @garcias-batcave​ ,  @akimagies​, @zhangyixingxing1​ , @pinkdiamond1016​

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut

A/N:  this one officially killed me :) as promised here’s some luke fluff / smut. 

You were curled up in bed, reading an old book, when Luke got home that night.  You hadn’t had a good night of sleep since he left for a case in New Mexico three days ago.  This wasn’t surprising, since you never slept without him there, but the relief that washed over you upon his arrival was evident. 

You hear his keys clink against the granite countertop, before his footsteps gradually grow closer and closer to the bedroom.  

“You awake?” he asked, peering into the room.  

You sit up in bed, setting your book on the nightstand before throwing the comforter off of your body.

“No, no, no-” he interrupts your movements.  “Don’t get up.  You look so comfortable.”

Your lips form into a pathetic pout, but before you can protest the fact that you wanted to get up so that you could properly greet him, Luke’s crossing the room to do just that.  He leans over where you’re sitting and presses a soft kiss on the top of your head.  

“Hi baby,” he whispers into your hair. 

You hum, closing your eyes to his touch. His familiar smell filled your nostrils and his warmth radiated into you. “Missed you.”

“Missed you too,” he replies.  He pulls away all too quickly and turns to walk towards the master bath.  “Be right back,” he promises, before crossing the threshold. 

You relaxed back against the pillow, smiling peacefully to yourself.  Nothing was better than having Luke home.  

You go back to your book, only getting through a few paragraphs before he emerges from the bathroom, smelling of mint toothpaste and face cleanser.  You look up long enough to notice that Luke has traded in his jeans for a pair of black, athletic shorts.  They sit low on his hips, revealing his defined ‘v’ line.  You marvel for a moment at his tanned, bare chest before looking back to your page.  

Luke digs through the top drawer of his dresser briefly.  After shutting it, you barely hear him cross the room, yet again.  Only when he approaches your side of the bed and sits just beside where your legs were outstretched do you look up at him. 

Without speaking, Luke grabs hold of the top of your book and tosses it carelessly to the side.  

“What’d you do that-”

But your sentence remains unfinished as Luke leans in and presses his lips to yours.  The kiss is slow, every move he makes is deliberate.  His hand cups your cheek lightly and you don’t hide the hum of satisfaction that leaves your lips as his thumb traces down the length of your jaw line.  

Luke’s other hand finds its way to your hip, which makes you hesitate briefly.  You trusted Luke, wholly and completely.  But you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious whenever he touched your stomach and hips.  The man was sculpted like a Greek God, so it was only natural to feel insecure about your softer tummy. 

You try to ignore the little voice in your head that was currently screaming at you.  He can feel your fat. He’s repulsed by it. 

You shift in bed, grabbing the hand he had resting on your abdomen and clutching it in your own instead.  Luke doesn’t think much of the gesture.  Instead, he uses the moment to slide further onto the bed, never breaking your kiss as he moved on top of you. 

Luke’s hand moves to the hem of your shirt and begins pulling the fabric up.  He wants you to shed the layer.  You’re not sure why tonight was so bad- but the voices in your head wouldn’t stop going on about how unflattering you looked in comparison to your boyfriend.  Luke and his perfectly sculpted abs were on top of you, and having your flab on full display in the brightly lit bedroom was unsettling.  

You pull away, your lips breaking contact for the first time in minutes. 

“What’s wrong?” Luke asks, when his eyes land on your worried face. His lips are flush and swollen. 

“Nothing,” you try to act normal, but Luke can see through the act. 

“Tell me,” he whispers.  His palm is resting on your thigh.  He squeezes the soft flesh reassuringly, but it just makes you more insecure. 

“C-can we just turn off the lights?” you ask weakly. 

Luke leans in again, this time his lips attaching themselves onto the tender spot on your neck he knows always gets you going.  “But I wanna see you,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.  It sends shivers down your spine, but does nothing to ease your anxiety.  

You squirm out from under his grasp, shaking your head.  “I- I just wanna turn them off.” 

Luke’s stupidly perfect face contorts into a frown, he backs away from you, giving you space, but his eyes never once leave you.  “What’s going on?” he probes.

You’re shaking your head, fighting back tears. 

“It’s nothing- I’d just feel more comfortable if it were dark.”

He nods slowly, his lips slightly parted as he tries to understand.  “Okay. Can you tell me why?”

You bite your lip and stare down at your lap.  You can tell he’s officially worried now, because his head keeps dipping lower to try to get you to look at him,  but you refuse to meet his gaze. 

“Baby-” he pleads so softly.  And finally you think, fuck it. 

“It’s nothing, I’m just- I’m a little insecure is all.”

Luke’s entire face falls.  “What?” he asks, like he can’t just believe it. 

“Luke-”

But he ignores your protests.  “With me?”

You scoff, which only makes him look even more hurt.  

“I mean, look at you,” you gawk, motioning towards his figure.  “You’re…” your voice trails off.  “You’re perfect.”

“So are you-” he tries to interject, but you cut him off. 

“No, I’m not.  I’m not, and that’s okay- but sometimes, especially in the light, I’m a little insecure.  It’s no big deal-” 

“Don’t I get a say?” Luke asks.  You watch as he shifts his weight on the bed. 

“In what?” you wonder. 

He sighs.  “In deciding how perfect or imperfect you are?”

Your eyes fall to the safety of your lap again, your cheeks burning at his words.

Luke scoots forward and collects your small hands in his much larger ones delicately.  “Baby please- I want you to know how perfect you are to me.”

Slowly, Luke brought your fingertips to his lips, where he planted the softest kiss on your knuckles.  You sighed, feeling guilty for even bringing any of this up in the first place.  But you knew that each word you heard Luke say would help make you better- he made you feel loved and worthy. 

And in that moment, you decided that maybe you did just need to be praised and taken care of for a night.

“I’m so lucky that I get to be with you.” Luke said.  He leaned over and kissed you again, but with slightly more intensity this time. With his tongue, he licked your lower lip, you immediately opened your mouth wider, allowing him deeper access. Your tongues started sliding against one another. 

Once again, Luke reached for the fabric of your t-shirt, and when Luke felt you stiffen underneath his touch he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his words making you melt against him.

The atmosphere was heavy, and you couldn’t seem to get enough air in your lungs. Luke’s mouth on your neck was doing wonders and all you could do was desperately grab at his biceps. You liked the feeling of his muscles moving when he did.

“Are you okay?” he asked lovingly. 

You nodded frantically, “Yeah, please keep going.” 

Luke smirked at the thought of you begging for him, and suddenly, you felt his hands sliding underneath your shirt, brushing your sides tenderly. Between his mouth still working at your neck and now his fingertips, you couldn’t help but arch your back and moan.

“Can we get rid of this now?” Luke asked, he was motioning towards the tshirt his hands were currently under. 

And suddenly, you felt so safe, so cared for, that it didn’t seem to matter as much.  So, you nod, and Luke quickly peels off the fabric.  

Almost subconsciously, you let go of Luke’s biceps to cover your exposed tummy.

“Don’t hide from me,” Luke pleaded.  He was now kissing down your chest and making his way towards your abdomen. “Wanna show you how much I worship you,” he grumbled. “All of you.”

You moaned with pleasure.  

Luke kissed across your stomach, leaving wet marks all over you, while he simultaneously squeezed the fleshy part of your hips.  

“So beautiful,” he whispered.  

Slowly, Luke worked his way back up your body, his mouth only stopping once he reached your chest.  He began kissing and licking at your nipples and you knew that you were soon going to be a writhing mess. 

When Luke moved up your body, he pushed his hips forward.  Despite the several layers of fabric, you could feel him hardening beneath you.  You whined and gripped at Luke’s hair.  You knew pulling at his hair would make him groan, and of course, you were right. 

Luke detached his wet lips from your chest, kissing your lips again, murmuring sweet nothings in between breaths.

“My beautiful- perfect girl,” he said.  “Gonna love you- all of you- forever.”  

Tears were streaming down your face. You felt so loved and so needy for Luke. 

You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, oh my god, please…” you cried; your voice breaking. 

“I got you, baby.” Luke said, gripping at the hem of your pajama shorts.  Luke lowered himself down your body.  He bent forward to undo the drawstring with his teeth and suddenly, you couldn't breath. This is the closest Luke had been to your heat all night and you wanted him more than anything. 

Once you were bare and writhing beneath him, Luke dipped his head between your legs.  You gasped when he wrapped his arms around your thighs to spread them apart.  As soon as his lips attached to your skin, you let your head fall back against the pillow. Luke licked up your folds and sucked at your clit and kissed your inner thighs.  Your hand was squeezing his curls between your fingers, as you desperately tried to find some sort of release.  He used his fingers to part your throbbing fold, now pumping and licking at you wildly.  A heavy, guttural groan escaped your lips.  

“I’m so close,” you were barely able to mutter.

Luke hums between your legs.  And with a curl of his finger and flick of his tongue, you completely let go, unraveling and crying out in relief beneath him.  

You go limp on the mattress and Luke finally emerges from between your legs.  He gives your inner thigh a soft kiss before crawling up your body.  

“So beautiful,” he repeats, lust clouding his eyes. 

By now, you’re exhausted, but you want more.  You can’t seem to get enough of him, so you pull him in for a long, sweet kiss. 

Luke smirks, willingly leaning in to your embrace. 

Your hands trail down his back until they reach the top of his shorts.  You snake your fingertips beneath the band and mutter, “Why are these still on?” 

Luke chuckles and shimmies out of them, freeing himself from their confines.  

Carefully, Luke straddles you, once again, lining himself up with you before whispering. “You ready, baby?” 

“Yes- please.” You stuttered. 

When Luke entered you, you wondered how it was possible that it got better every time- how he felt better every time. You gripped onto Luke’s shoulders with everything you had. 

As Luke began moving, both of you moaned out in content. 

Luke’s thrusts started deep and slow, but after a few moments, he began picking up his pace as he started to chase after his release. You pulled him in, your mouths colliding messily in between thrusts and Luke had no choice but to go faster.

He wanted to make you come again. 

Wildly, Luke slipped his hand between your bodies and started to rub the bundle of nerves above your folds.  You arch your back and let your head fall back, moaning at the contact. 

Luke uses this opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin lightly. 

“Feel so good,” you stammer incoherently.

You were close again and you bit your lip with the urge.  

“Come for me, baby,” Luke grumbled against your throat.  His deep, strained voice was enough to push you over the edge.  You squeeze your eyes shut, and begin writhing beneath him.  

Luke thought it was just about the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

And just like every other time, the feeling of you clenching beneath him led to his own release.  He kept thrusting through your orgasms, until you both were breathless.  Luke all but collapsed on top of you, exhausted, before rolling onto his side.  With what little energy he had left, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest tightly.  

“Believe me when I say you’re perfect now?” he asks sleepily, kissing the top of your head lightly.   

You hum in response, feeling so content and happy in his arms.  Before giving in to your exhaustion, you heard Luke whisper into your ear how much he loved you.

You had no trouble falling asleep that night. 

[dearjiminah]

WE’RE BOTH TOO YOUNG (TO GIVE INTO FOREVER)

AO3

Sometimes Sander’s only canvas was Robbe. And he could paint and draw until there was nothing left, and his mind was at ease. It felt endless to him. It felt like a comfort.

It was a safe haven for Sander, to paint and paint, and draw until his mind was filled with so many colours; and when he was most down, he had always turned to art as his coping mechanism, a way to escape the demons in his head and tell them, for once, that he was in control this time. He could take any blank canvas and turn it into something beautiful – or so Robbe would often tell him. But there were times when he would stare at the empty page and all he saw was darkness; and that’s how he felt today.

They were in Robbe’s room, Sander by the window, sketchbook in his lap as Robbe lay on the bed surrounded by homework. It was peaceful, the sun streaming through the open windows, the soft soundtrack of Bowie playing in the background; but Sander still felt lost, a little cautious as he held the pen in his hand. He was feeling tense, uninspired, and so close to the edge that he almost felt like he was starting to spiral. It made looking at Robbe turn into a comfort and a way to keep him steady. It was one of those moments where Sander felt like he needed to be pulled back in, instead of having the constant fear of drowning in his own thoughts, but he sometimes hated always having to rely on Robbe to do that; he didn’t want to offer him that kind of burden.

What Sander really wanted was to crawl into bed with Robbe and wrap them both up in blankets, shutting the world out around them; and kiss and kiss until all the minutes turned into hours. Sometimes, Sander had to try to steady himself, to stop himself from wanting Robbe all the time; it had quickly become a craving that didn’t settle until he had Robbe in his arms.

A relentless love.

Then, it made Sander feel at ease to see Robbe like this. The way the sunlight caused his skin to glow, the softness of his hair that made Sander want to run his fingers through it; and the way those doe-like eyes would shine every time they looked up at him. Sander had never felt a love like it before. Admiring Robbe in all of his beauty was a heavy blow to Sander’s heart and he took it, he took all of it, the aching and the need to always want more. It made him feel selfish and vulnerable; yet sometimes that was the only thing keeping him alive.

He finally closed the sketchbook and stood from the window, slowing making his way over to the bed. Robbe didn’t look up from his notes but when Sander pressed one knee into the comforter, he saw the quirk of Robbe’s lips and the way his hands twitched with the effort to not automatically reach out to him. It took everything in him to not push Robbe onto his back and kiss him until they were both shaking in each other’s arms.

Sander was so proud of Robbe and how hard he always studied, but right now, he craved Robbe’s attention, and it always wounded his pride whenever he found himself relying on Robbe as a comfort. So, he took matters into his own hands and sat behind Robbe, hands tracing across the panes of his back before drifting around his front to hold him tight. He buried his face into Robbe’s neck and breathed him in, legs wrapping around his waist, and Sander could feel how the younger boy immediately relaxed into the embrace.

He pressed a feather-light kiss under Robbe’s jaw before pulling him in closer.

“I miss you,” Sander whispered against the shell of Robbe’s ear.

Robbe huffed, smiling playfully as he unconsciously leaned into Sander’s touch.

“But I’m right here.”

Sander kissed the skin at the base of his neck, tongue licking into the curve of Robbe’s collarbones.

“I always miss you,” Sander confessed.

His hands go to hold Robbe’s, twining their fingers together and gripping them tightly, and although Robbe holds him steady for a moment, the younger boy pulls away to reach for the papers surrounding them. Sander tried not to pout as he buried his face into Robbe’s neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses to the skin.

“You’re distracting me,” Robbe said, allowing Sander easier access to kiss wherever he liked.

Sander loved that most. Adored how Robbe would melt in his arms the second they went around him. They really couldn’t keep their hands off each other and Sander would never grow tired of that.

“That’s the point,” Sander mused.

He pulled at Robbe’s waist until he had the leverage to push the younger boy down onto his back and crowded up into his space. Robbe was smiling and it took Sander a moment, just a second to try and understand how he got so lucky. He wanted to taste the way Robbe felt, he wanted to feel Robbe under him, the way he would gasp as their hands roamed, mapping each other’s bodies. He wanted skin on skin so he could kiss every inch of Robbe that he could reach. What he felt was too much to control but all Sander knew for sure was that he wanted this sort of love to consume him, completely.

Sander leaned down to brush his nose against Robbe’s as his hands came to settle in Sander’s hair. He kissed the corner of his mouth teasingly, pulling away quickly to catch the way Robbe’s lips twitched, chasing for more. When Sander pulled away again, Robbe sighed, gripping at the hairs at the nape of Sander’s neck and arched up into his touch.

“Baby,” Robbe whined.

“Yes?”

Sander looked down at him, eyes already half-lidded with lust. It drove him crazy.

“Kiss me, let me kiss you.” Robbe arched up again, trying to search for Sander’s mouth with desperate yearning.

Having Robbe like this, all doe-eyed and innocent, and so, so needy; it made Sander want to kiss him until they both fell apart; so he cradled Robbe’s face with his hands and rubbed their noses together, laughing softly between them before sitting up, pulling Robbe with him.

“I have an idea,” Sander said.

Robbe’s eyes shined as they looked at him, “hmm?”

Sander reached behind him for the discarded pen and held it up to Robbe. He tugged at the hem of Robbe’s shirt in a silent question before brushing his fingers along the bare skin of Robbe’s stomach. The younger boy shivered, eyes slightly dazed, but he looked at the pen in Sander’s hand curiously.

“Can I draw on you?” Sander asked.

He shyly looked away, his fingers still clutching Robbe’s t-shirt like it was a lifeline. Sometimes Sander hated moments like this, where his walls came down and he laid himself bare for Robbe to just take and take. But even when he was most vulnerable, Robbe was the only one he could ever rely on, could ever learn to trust; so offering something as simple as this was them learning to grow and understand each other.

Robbe seemed to consider it for a moment and then he pulled away from Sander, taking the t-shirt off and tossing it to the side. Sander had to try his best not to stare at the way Robbe’s muscles tensed and how the sharp edges of his hips made Sander want to reach out and touch.

“Draw away, my artist,” Robbe huffed lightly, smirking up at Sander.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Robbe nodded.

Sander looked down at Robbe’s bare chest, reaching out to dig his thumb into the curve of Robbe’s waist. He loved him like this, spread out and exposed.

He trailed slow fingers up Robbe’s stomach, watching the muscles tense underneath as they traced lines up to Robbe’s neck. Sander paused, feeling the flutter of Robbe’s pulse underneath his fingers and then he leaned down, pressing a small kiss to his shoulder. When he took the pen and placed the tip against Robbe’s skin, the younger boy breathed heavily, watching his every move.

Sander allowed himself to get lost in the feel of Robbe beneath his hands as he drew. He started with small doodles, little hearts for how many days he’d been in love with Robbe, and then he wrote words, so many of them; he soon lost count of how many times he’d written “ik hou van jou” in small cursive. Sander got so wrapped up in making sure every drawing was perfect that he hadn’t noticed the way Robbe was breathing heavily, and when he finally looked up, he found desperate doe-eyes looking back at him. He hadn’t once considered that this would affect Robbe like this, but here he was, underneath Sander, fingers clutching the sheets, writhing in Sander’s hands.

He smiled to himself, “you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Robbe’s voice was hoarse, tensed, and Sander took extra time to draw the line from Robbe’s waist to his hip. He hadn’t filled every space, but he leaned down to press slow, languid, kisses to Robbe’s torso, forgetting about the pen.

Robbe was immediately clutching at Sander’s hair, holding him steady, while Sander mapped the skin of his body. He shuddered when he heard Robbe whimper, silently begging for more after every kiss Sander left behind. The things he felt burned through him like wildfire, made him ache as his mouth ghosted the skin just below Robbe’s waist. Sander dared to look up at him, marvelling in how the younger boy’s eyes were tightly shut, lips parted in a silent moan as Sander took Robbe into his hands, pushing his hips deeper into the bed.

“Angel,” Sander said, crawling up Robbe’s body and hovering over him.

Robbe stared up at him, lips bitten raw and Sander wanted to kiss them. It was a tug in his chest every time he saw Robbe like this, blissful and desperate, but still waiting for Sander to take the lead, to trust him. And that’s what he wanted, he wanted a love that was overwhelming, where trust was a fickle feeling, where it changed and grew and taught both of them that this was forever; because Sander couldn’t ever imagine being in love with anyone else. Robbe had his heart completely, and Sander wanted him to carry it through every universe.

Sander had forgotten all about the drawings.

“You’re the art that inspires me,” he breathed, leaning down but still not close enough to kiss Robbe.

The younger boy shivered below him; eyes shining and pupils blown wide with a desperate kind of hunger.

“And you’re driving me crazy.”

Robbe arched up and Sander finally caved, meeting him halfway, softly kissing him. It was slow and gentle, as they drowned in each other, Sander smothering Robbe’s quiet whine with the press of his lips. It didn’t matter how many words he wrote on Robbe’s body or how many times he told him he loved him. It was in the way they kissed and the way they touched, and how Robbe would always melt in Sander’s embrace; it made everything else fade into the background. Robbe was all that mattered.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Sander confessed, as he pressed a kiss, butterfly fast, against Robbe’s neck before pulling back. The ink from Sander’s drawings were smudged, forgotten, and blurred into a mass of patterns across Robbe’s stomach and chest.

“We can, we have forever,” Robbe reassured. “And a day more,” he added.

Sander had to pause, to close his eyes and allow forever to chase away the demons in his head that told him Robbe deserved better. His thoughts were messy but Robbe grounded him, brought him back by telling him the things he didn’t know that he needed to hear.

“I love you,” Sander said.

“Always.”

They smiled into the kiss that followed and Sander took Robbe’s hands, lacing their fingers and lifting them above his head, pressing them into the blankets. He held him steady, just like how Robbe helped to keep Sander in place; the anchor that Sander needed to keep him in a consistent orbit. If forever was going to be their thing, then Sander wanted to drown in it, to consume it, and to live this life and every other with Robbe.

Sander once believed that art was his only safe haven, but then he met Robbe; and suddenly happiness wasn’t a fairy tale he painted on a blank canvas; he felt it every day when he looked at Robbe.

It was a fleeting concept, but Sander let it devour him.

And it felt like Chernobyl.

[emjs-good-out-here]

I actually got inspired to do some writing for the first time in a while, so here’s a bit over 1000 words of Kitty’s first meeting with Heather.

The smell hit her the very moment that she pulled open the door.

Strong. Overpowering.

Delicious.

Kitty's fingers tightened their grip on the door handle, and she felt the metal begin to dent and bend out of shape beneath them as she attempted to anchor her body in place, fighting against the voice that echoed in the back of her head.

Take a bite. It urged. Take it all. You know you want to.

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath that she had absolutely no need of any more, and silently bade the voice to shut the fuck up, before turning her attention instead to the room before her. It was small, filled with bits of medical equipment that was scattered across various surfaces, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that the source of the overwhelming scent was the young woman who lay in the centre of it, atop a gurney, writhing in pain, her entire torso soaked in blood.

"Jesus." Kitty breathed, releasing her hold on the door to rush to the girl's side. "Fuck. Can you hear me, Honey? Is there anything I can do?"

Tears streamed down the young woman's face as she sobbed uncontrollably, pain contorting her face and wracking through her body, and Kitty felt a dull ache take root somewhere deep inside her chest as she noted that the girl's pallor, which was almost as unhealthily pale as her own. She mumbled and moaned incomprehensibly, the only parts of which Kitty was able to make out being desperate pleas for help.

"Ok, ok... I'm gonna go find a doctor, ok?" Kitty promised, as soothingly as she could manage. "You just hold on until I get back, alright?"

Stepping away from the girl, she moved back into the main hospital, moving to the next nearest door and swinging it open to reveal another treatment room, identical to the last one in every way except for its emptiness. She tried the next, and then the next; her purposeful stride becoming more of an angry stomp with each second that passed. Finally, she swung open the door to an occupied room, startling the doctor inside in the process.

"Finally."

"What are you doing back here?" The doctor asked, moving away from his patient to address her, and bar her entry to the room.

"There's a girl dying in the room over there." Kitty dodged the question. "You need to-"

"You're going to have to wait." He responded, glancing distractedly back into the treatment room towards his patient.

"Someone is dying." Kitty repeated, frustration building within her in a way that she wasn't completely convinced was natural. She'd never been a fan of being dismissed or ignored, but she wasn't sure that she'd ever responded to it quite so viscerally as she seemed to want to right now.

"And I've got a man here with a bullet in his head. Another doctor has been paged; they'll be with you soon."

"Yeah, I don't think she's gonna-" Kitty's thought was cut off as the door before her was closed in her face, and she felt that awful voice rear its head again.

How dare he treat you like that!? Go in there. Show him not to ignore you.

Kitty's hand moved unconsciously for the door, ready to throw it open once more. She'd influenced people's minds once or twice already, maybe she could do it again. Make him listen to her. Make him follow her and save that girl. She could-

No.

If she opened the door, that thing inside of her was going to rip that man apart. She could feel it there in the back of her mind, reveling in the idea of violence and dominance, and she refused to give it so much as a modicum of her headspace.

Balling her hand into a fist, she dropped it to her side, and turned on her heel, heading back to the room where the girl still lay.

Clicking the door shut behind her, Kitty moved over to the other woman, perching herself on the edge of the bed. She continued to cry and babble indistinctly, and Kitty carefully rearranged both of their positions, cradling the girl's head gently in her lap, where she began running her fingers through her hair, not sure what else she could do for her other than be there so that she didn't have to die alone.

"Can someone call my grandma?" The girl asked, weakly, and Kitty felt strong emotions begin to bubble up inside of her in response.

She wasn't even sure why she cared so much. She'd never really cared about other people before, especially not complete and utter strangers. Maybe it was just because she'd never seen another person so close to death before, or maybe it was because she was so young, and her hair was almost the same shade of red as her own, and she had yet to really process that this had happened to her only a few nights before. No-one had been there for her, and no-one was going to mourn her, so it seemed that the least she could do was offer what little support she could to this girl, so that she didn't have to die alone as well.

A single tear welled in her eye and began to roll down her cheek, and Kitty reached up to intercept it, drawing her hand back to find it coated with a thin layer of blood.

"Huh." She cried blood now, apparently. That wasn't vaguely terrifying at all.

Wait.

Blood.

Hadn't Mercurio said something about vampire blood? That it was the only thing keeping him alive after his beating?

Could she... could she save this girl?

The young woman let out another weak whimper, and Kitty could feel her heartbeat begin to slow.

Before she even had time to think about it, Kitty had raised up her arm, sinking her fangs into her own flesh. Tilting back the girl's head, she whispered to her gently. "Shhhh... It's ok, honey. It's gonna be ok. I can help you. I... I think I can help you."

She felt a drop of blood roll off of her wrist, then another, then the girl's lips closed around her wound, and she began to drink feverishly.

Kitty kept running her fingers through the other woman's hair with her free hand, watching with awe as some color began to return to her skin. Once she felt the girl's heartbeat strengthen, and it no longer seemed that she was on the brink of death, Kitty extracted her wrist, licking closed the bite marks she'd left there.

A couple of moments passed in silence, then the girl looked up at her with some measure of lucidity in her eyes. "Wh- What did you do? W-Who are you? What did you do to me?"

"I, uh..." Kitty didn't exactly have an answer for that, seeing as how she didn't exactly know, even if she were able to tell her anything about the supernatural shit that existed in the world. "It was nothing. Nothing for you to worry about. I just wanted to help."

"You..." The girl looked up at her with wide eyes. "I was dying. And then I... I kissed your wrist?"

Kitty began to remove herself from underneath the girl, gently resting her head back onto the pillow as she did so, though she immediately tried to sit up, fixing Kitty with an intense look.

"I can... I can feel you inside of me. What did you do to me?"

Kitty shook her head insistently as she made a beeline for the exit, knowing that she had no answers to satisfy the girl's curiosity, and sensing that the situation was going to escalate were she to stay much longer. "Just forget I was here." She instructed, in a soft voice, then paused halfway out of the door to add: "And... take care of yourself, ok?"

[pink1031]

John x daughter!reader she’s caught masturbating thinking of him

So, this was supposed to just be a drabble but it turned into a one shot. 

Word Count: 2K

Warnings:  Incest between father and daughter, smut, p in v, fingering, masturbation

This is intended for 18+ only!  If you are a minor get off of my page!!

John's brows creased as he was awoken from his sleep. He blinked his tired eyes as they adjusted to the almost pitch black of the room. He lay motionless, senses heightened as he tried to deduce what had woken him.  

His frown deepened as he heard your labored breaths and soft whimpers as they fell from your lips.  Guilt washed over him at the sound.  His daughter was having a nightmare.  Nightmares that were caused by him, by the life he made his children lead, by the things they had witnessed on his quest for revenge.  He was about to turn over so he could look at you, knowing he would have to get up to wake you up soon if you didn’t settle down.  

“Fuck, Daddy please.” The barely audible gasp made John’s eyes snap open wide and it felt like his heart stopped beating for a fraction of a second.  That wasn’t a cry for help falling from your lips, no it was too breathy, too much like a moan.  

John clenched his eyes shut as his ears registered your heavy breaths and just beneath that he could hear the soft slap of skin against skin.  You weren’t having a nightmare, although John was pretty sure he was trapped in one himself right now as he finally registered what was happening in the bed next to him.  His perfect innocent little girl was pleasuring herself with his moniker falling from your lips. 

John had to bite his bottom lip to keep the groan that was filling his throat from escaping.  Your tiny moans were growing louder with every passing second and John swore he could hear the wetness between your thighs with each slap of your small hand against your heated core. His cock twitched with interest inside his black boxer briefs and he cursed himself silently for his baser reaction.  You were his daughter, his dick shouldn’t be getting hard as he listened to you masturbate.  

“Daddy.” You moaned again, louder this time and his cock took full notice, tenting against the soft fabric.  

He had to look, he had to see for himself.  Was this his own fucked up imagination or was he prescious baby girl really fucking herself while calling out for him? Slowly and as quietly as possible John turned over to his other side so he was facing you.  He kept his eyes shut, feigning sleep as he heard your whimper of protest at being interrupted by his movement.  The room went completely silent and John could feel the weight of your gaze as you waited with bated breath to see if your father was awake or still sleeping.  

Long moments that seemed like hours to John passed and he was careful not to move a muscle except for the even rise and fall of his chest until he heard the rustle of the sheet in the bed next to him and your breathing grew heavier once again as you resumed your taboo activities.  

John slowly opened his eyes when he thought it was safe enough to take a peek and the sight before him made his breath catch in his throat.  The moonlight streaming in through the motel window was just bright enough to illuminate your body leaning against the headboard of your bed.  Your small nightshirt was tucked just under your chin exposing your firm perky breasts that you squeezed in one hand, your fingers alternating between grasping the pillowy flesh and tugging at one hard nipple.  John’s lust filled eyes followed the line of your body down to your spread thighs, your pink panties dangled from one knee as your hand worked vigorously between your open legs.  

John slowly inched his hand down across the taut plane of his stomach, his hand palming his rock hard cock as he drank you in.  Your breasts were rising and falling faster with your heavy breaths, your thighs were beginning to tremble and John knew you were close to your release. 

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” Your chant barely a whisper from your lips but loud enough that John’s cock throbbed at the sound.  

His darkened gaze quickly moved from the hand working between your thighs to your face.  John wanted to see the look of bliss wash across your pretty features as you came on your small fingers.  You were so close, he could tell, the pleasure building and building, almost there.  Your face scrunched up and you groaned.  You were so close but that sweet release was alluding you.  You had brought yourself to the edge at least three times but something was keeping you from falling over that sweet precipice into oblivion.  You needed something more.

Your frustration was palpable and you felt like screaming.  You needed to cum and you needed it now.  John frowned at the irritated look on your face and he watched as you took a shuddered breath and began to work your fingers back into your slippery core once more.  

One more try, you had to get yourself off or you were going to die from the pent up sexual tension coursing through your body.  You had been alone with your father for three days now.  Your brothers were off on their own hunt for once and you couldn’t stop the naughty thoughts that plagued you when you were alone with John.  You knew how wrong it was, how sick and twisted the thought of fucking your own father was but that only seemed to increase your desire not quell it.  

You let your hand slip from your breast to join your other between your spread thighs.  You pumped your two slender fingers harder and faster into your tight slit as you rubbed furiously at your aching clit with your other hand.  There it was, the tingling growing once more, the coil tightening, your body beginning to tense as you felt the pleasure begin to build.  You were almost there, almost, so close.  And then, nothing.  

“Looks like you need some help princess.”  You gasped as John’s deep baritone broke the silence in the room and you opened your eyes to see your father climb onto the bed between your spread thighs.  Your wide eyes traveled down the length of his bulky frame to where his hand moved back and forth along his hard thick cock as it juted proudly from his naked body.  

“Daddy?” The words fell from your lips in a whimpered plea as you tore your eyes away from his stiff length to look up into his lust filled eyes.  He looked different from any way you had seen him before.  His eyes darker, his jaw tense as he stared down at you, his hungry eyes locked between your legs.  

A primal growl rumbled through his chest as he swiftly and suddenly jerked your hands from between your legs and replaced them with one of his own.  His fingers swiping through the slick that gathered between your puffy bare lips.  “Fuck baby girl.” John almost purred as he held his now wet fingertips up to the light to watch them glisten before sucking them into his mouth.  

With his eyes closed he groaned at the taste of you.  “Mmm, so sweet baby.”  He grinned as he slipped his fingers from his lips and brought them back to your needy cunt making you gasp as he slipped his two fingers into your slippery channel without preamble.  “Don’t worry baby.  Daddy is going to help you.”  

Your eyes were wide with shock but the pump of John’s thick digits into your pussy felt so much better than anything you had ever experienced before.  “Daddy.” You moaned as he twisted and scissored his fingers back and forth inside you clutching walls.  

“Fuck baby girl, you are so tight, so wet.” John moaned as his free hand continued to stroke slowly up and down his rock hard cock while he fucked you on his fingers. 

“Daddy please.” You mewled as your hips bucked to meet the meaty palm of his hand.  

“What princess?  Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”  John’s full lips curled up into a smirk as he watched you writhe for him.  

“I need to cum Daddy, please.”  You whined as both of your hands moved to grab and squeeze roughly at your breasts.  

“Oh yeah?” John chuckled as he kept his fingers moving at a steady pace, neither hard enough or fast enough to get you off.   “You want Daddy to make you cum?  You want to cum on my fingers,”  John leaned over you, dipping down until his lips just brushed against your own, “or you want to cum on my cock?”  

Your breath caught in your throat, your lips almost aching to feel your father’s against them.  You tried lifting your head to kiss those lips your were aching for but John moved back just enough that he was out of reach.  Your bright need filled eyes locked on his as he awaited your answer.  

“Fuck me Daddy please.”  Your answer came out a breathy moan.  “I want to cum on your cock.”  

John’s mouth crashed against yours with enough force to shove your head back to the headboard.  His fingers left your cunt and brought a whimpered cry from your throat that was muffled by your father’s lips. His big hands gripped hard at your hips as he hauled you further down the bed until he had your ass resting against his thighs.  Without breaking the kiss John linned the thick head of his cock against your weeping slit.  

“You still a virgin baby girl?” John asked breathlessly as he tore his mouth away from yours to peer into your eyes.  

You bit your bottom lip nervously and your cheeks flamed with embarrassment as you slowly shook your head.  John’s eyes narrowed and anger flashed across his handsome features for an instant before his fingers bit harder into your hips and he impaled you suddenly and completely in one quick thrust that ripped a scream from your throat.  

Your slick walls quivered around his hard length, they burned and ached with the stretch around his thick girth.  The pain mixed with  the pleasure of being so unbelievably full and you found yourself bucking to meet each John’s thrusts as he drove into you mercilessly.  

“Goddamn baby, you feel so fucking good.” John panted as he railed into you with wild animalistic need.  

“Yes Daddy, yes.” Your screams of pleasure echoed his grunts to fill the room with a pornographic melody.  

John had never felt anything so perfect before. You were so hot and tight wrapped around his throbbing cock.  Your wetness spilled around his shaft to drip down to his balls as they slapped against your ass.  Your hot little cunt was like a glove, pulsing and squeezing at his cock and he knew he couldn’t last long.  

“C’mon princess, be a good girl and cum all over Daddy’s cock.”  John groaned as he slid a hand between your bodies, his rough calloused fingertips finding your sensitive pearl and rubbing with expert timing to work in tandem with his pistoning cock.  

You could feel the pressure building again, but this time it was different.  This time felt more intense than anything you had ever felt before.  The heat was spreading out from your core like a wildfire threatening to consume every part of you. You clawed at John’s muscled arms as the flames seemed to grow hotter and hotter until your head snapped back and a strangled cry ripped from your chest as the pleasure exploded white hot, making your vision blur and your muscles lock as you the orgasm crashed through you.   

“Fuck, that’s it baby.” John grunted as your cunt clenched around him so tightly it was almost painful.  

John’s own body began to tremble as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm as he chased his own.  Two more thrusts and John went rigid above you, his back bowed as he moaned through clenched teeth.  His hips bucking as he filled you to overflowing with his hot sticky seed.  

John collapsed against you as he struggled to catch his breath but quickly rolled to his back as not to crush you.  He was quick to pull you into his side, placing soft kisses to the top of your head as he held you close.  You both lay together for several moments as your heart raced and you both finally caught your breath.

“So, who do I get to kill?” John finally hummed as he looked down at you.  “Who touched my little girl without my permission?”  He asked as he gently stroked your cheek.  

You giggled as your bright eyes peered up at him from beneath your lashes, you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as you grinned. “You can’t kill him Daddy.”

“Why the fuck not?”  

You ducked your head, hiding your face into your father’s chest as another giggle spilled from your lips.  You peeked up at him as you whispered softly. “Because it was Dean.”  

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[sluttysan]

NCT 127 reaction to you squirting

✰Taeil: Taeil loved being intimate with you. Even just being touchy with you makes him feel the most comfortable throughout the day. So when you two were alone, you two were almost always clinging onto each other. It was nighttime, and as usual, he was spooning you, one arm resting over your side, hugging your body to his. You knew both of you were restless, as you slept in most of the day, barely doing anything for what was left of it. It just had been a lazy day--a well-needed one at that. So you two were quiet, trying to sleep early, even though it was practically useless. You had been in bed for probably an hour already, your fingers tracing outlines on the soft skin of his hand. After a while though, feeling his warm body encompassing yours made your restless mind start thinking of dirty things. You pushed yourself further into him, randomly taking his hand and placing it under your shirt and on your breast. You felt him tense, and he chuckled, putting his face into the crook of your neck. “I was getting bored, I’m glad we’re on the same page.” He spoke quietly, knowing exactly what you needed. He rolled his thumb over your nipple, kissing your neck softly. You then took his hand and placed it down your panties. His fingers moved hard and diligently, circling your clit before inserting two fingers and reaching your spot. It was a weird position, but the two of you were too lazy to moved around. It worked in your favor, however, as he was hitting your spot in a way that you’ve never experienced before. When Taeil made you squirt for the first time, he definitely did not expect it at all, nervously laughing at this new discovery.

*chuckles* “Is there something you can’t do, Y/N?”

✰Johnny: Johnny ran his hard cock up and down your wet folds, following some intense foreplay. He had eaten you out for quite some time, and you knew that any more foreplay would make you cum. However, his veiny cock rubbing you made you momentarily forget all about your concerns. You wanted him to enter you so bad, as his teasing this time was painful, but still made you yearn him more and more. So you stayed quiet and bit your lip, attempting to hold it in, wanting to wait until he decided to enter you. However, he was taking his time, stroking your heat back and forth with his shaft, only making it harder for you to hold off until later. So he definitely was surprised when you suddenly came, and he made that very clear. “Fuck, it’s taking me everything to not shove my cock inside you right now, and you cum?” And so you better believe Johnny’s evil ass continued rubbing his cock onto you, overstimulating you. That was enough to send you into another orgasm, one more intense than the first--you released a bit too much this time around, squirting for the first time. At that point, he would enter you, finally giving you what you wanted. After he was done, he would tease you, saying something funny annoying ass lmao.

“Wow, who knew I could make you squirt?” 

He’ll use this for his advantage, without a doubt:-)

✰Taeyong: After a needy make out, Taeyong took his fingers and placed them in his mouth, wetting them, showing you what was coming next. He then took his hand down your body, leaving his finger’s wet trail drag on your body until they reached your panties. Promptly, he impatiently pushed them aside and entered you. He continued the make out session, his kisses even wetter as he began pumping in and out of you quickly, curling against your g-spot and pumping in and out your insides just right to get you moaning his name into his mouth. Breathless, you shook into an intense orgasm, one wetter than usual, as you squirted all over his hand. He paused to look down, observing his hand in disbelief of what your body just did. 

“Wow... God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

✰Yuta: There’s nothing kinky Yuta loved more than edging you. He loved to make you needy to the point that you’re practically begging him to let you cum, but this time he decided to ignore your pleas, continuing to edge you over and over again, leaving you a wet, writhing mess. It turned him on even more to see that you were craving him to the point that you were too weak to continue whining. And the thing is, he consistently did it, playing more dominant than he would usually do. After your words were slowly being replaced with groans and moans, he finally let you cum; cumming almost a stream onto the sheets and his hands. He’d snap out of his dominant trance, smiling and licking his hands clean, clearly enjoying what he made you do.

“Damn, what else can your body do?”

ok why does it kinda sound like he’s a sadist

✰Doyoung: You were riding Dongyoung’s thigh as he held your waist tightly, pushing your heat down on his clothed leg. Your panties were bunched up in his hand, and you could feel the lace rubbing on your skin in between his grip. He tried to be as discreet as possible, hissing your name whenever you moaned loudly, attempting to not only get you to shush, but also to replace his own moans. He wished he could just fuck you right there and there, but you two were in the studio, and did not plan to be as horny as you were. So he suggested that you ride his thigh, and quite frankly, it was your first time doing so. The fabric of his jeans caused the perfect sensation on your clit, one you hadn’t felt before. The exciting, yet cautious thigh riding was just enough to make you cum in almost no time at all, unexpectedly more so than you normally would. Your release squirted through his jeans, leaving a wet, sticky puddle. He’d pull you in for a kiss, feeling so accomplished because he was the one who made you squirt. 

“That was the first time you did that...I like it. Let me see more when we get home.”

✰Jaehyun: You and Jaehyun were getting dangerously touchy in public, which is something that would not happen if you two were sober. However, you two happened to be a bit tipsy after taking a few shots with the guys that night. The constant rubbing of your thigh and slick neck kisses that lingered when the guys weren’t watching were very out of character for you two. So eventually, the two of you just couldn’t wait any longer, sneaking off to the restroom for a quickie, excusing yourself to “get a few more drinks from the bar,” to which the drunk boys definitely believed. As soon as you two were alone, Jaehyun pinned you against the inside of a stall and almost right away, most of your clothes were gone. He shoved himself inside of you, grabbing your thigh and raising it for better access. He knew you were going to be loud, so he covered your mouth with his other hand to stop you from being heard. His cock thrusted into you quickly, but he also knew that wasn’t enough to make you cum quickly, and he needed you cum with him. The last thing you two needed was to take longer than anticipated and have the guys start getting suspicious. “Keep quiet, okay?” He grunted into your ear, and you nodded, complying and biting your lip as he removed his hand from your mouth and began rubbing his thumb on your clit with a lot of pressure. That, combined with his cock pounding into you was more than enough to make you cum, and to your surprise, before him, too. He would definitely notice that you came much wetter than you did all the other times. He would be taken aback, but only for a split second before continuing until he released himself inside you. After he grabbed toilet paper to clean you up, he’d comment, obviously fascinated.

“I can’t believe I made you cum like that, babe.”

✰Win Win: You were in the mood, and so was Sicheng, but it was after a long day at work for him. You laid next to him in bed, your bodies pressed against each other. When you thought he was going to fall asleep, he whispered, “get on top,” turning away from you to lay on his back. He pulled his sweats down to reveal his hard cock, enticing you to ride him, and just like that, you were on top of him. You leaned down and laid yourself against his chest, grinding on his cock in slow circles. His lips quickly attached themselves to yours, swallowing your moans. His eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of your walls clenched around him. You usually went faster when you rode him, but going slower gave you just the right amount of friction against your heat. When you reached your climax, you squirted, wetting his cock even more. He opened his eyes when he felt the excess wetness, smirking, but kept quiet until he came inside you. He pulled you close to him, holding you, before bringing it up.

“Did you squirt?”

“...Yes. I didn't mean--”

“Do it again next time.”

✰Jungwoo: Jungwoo’s gentle fingers traced your folds as he placed kisses all over your inner thighs. He was always eager to please you, so he didn't take too long to attach his lips with your already soaking core. His tongue licked just about every area he could to pleasure you. He paused for a second, raising his head to ask, “baby, can I...?” You looked down to see him circling your entrance with a few of his fingers. “I know I haven’t before, but...I wanted to ask before I did.” Nervously, you nodded, knowing Jungwoo would take good care of you, as he always put your comfort before anything else. With that, he slid one finger inside of you, watching your reaction. “How does that feel?” Then worked his way to a second, and soon a third, almost as if he was exploring your insides. He moved slowly, not wanting to cause you any pain. His tongue found its way on to the rest of your sensitive folds, and the feeling of his fingers inside you for the first time was stimulating you in a new way. “Just like that, Jungwoo,” you moaned as he got to your spot. As soon as you reached your orgasm, he would pull back, breathless and fingers still inside you, to watch you cum. Right away, he was mesmerized to see you squirting onto his fingers. When he pulled them out of you, he stared at them, the string of cum still holding onto his fingers, connecting them to your entrance, astonished that you were capable of cumming that way.

“Baby, was I that good? That wasn’t...pee, right?”

✰Mark: You two were taking a shower together, and of course one thing lead to another. Before you knew it, you were standing, legs spread, while Mark was on his knees, head between your legs. His eyes were closed, tongue flicking your clit, eliciting the prettiest moans from you. Your fingers laced themselves with his damp hair and pulled him in closer. Getting really into it, Mark groaned into you, sending warm vibrations through your heat. You almost immediately came, releasing a bit more than usual in Mark’s mouth. Expect him to say something silly head ass, because man, was this boy oblivious at first.

“Wait, what just happened? Was that the water?” 

“Mark....No, babe....It wasn’t.”

“What--Oh.” *eyes light up* “Oh, sHiT-- I mean shoot. No way. That was so hot, Y/N.” *proud of himself*

A certified dork™

✰Haechan: Donghyuck’s hands held yours slightly above your head, his soft lips kissing you sweetly. He placed his weight on top of yours, chest to chest, toes to toes, his hair tickling your skin each time he turned his head to kiss you a different way. He realized he was putting too much of his weight on you when you moved, placing him in between your legs. He stopped kissing you and took one hand to adjust himself into a better position so you two were comfortable. Both of your clothes were still on, but the two of you were too carried away to focus or care about that. He began lightly grinding against your core, intertwining his fingers back with yours and continuing to kiss you. Quiet panting and muffled moans that escaped both of your lips caught each other each time your lips met. The soft fabric of his sweatpants allowed for you to feel his growing member, wetting you even more. You knew you were already close, and his grinding only got deeper, and you closed your eyes, knowing you were going to cum any second. His kisses came to a halt when he felt you squirt against him, but he continued to let you ride your high. As soon as you finished, you tentatively opened your eyes, embarrassed, not knowing how he would take it. Donghyuck giggled and pulled away, his eyes going down to his drenched pants.

“I didn’t know you could do that. Where did you learn to do that?”

[bjnurse]

Risothulhu

Here’s my submission to #RisoDoppiWeek2019 for the Ritual prompt. Part 2 will be coming soon. Trying something different. I ya’ll like it.

Read this on Ao3 here.

Here’s my Ko-fi.

CW: Terror, Nudity and Language. 

Cthulhu!Risotto x Doppio

18+ Only Below

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Doppio wakes up. He blinks his pink lashes as he stretches. The light streaming through the curtain is beginning to hold a warm hue. It’s about an hour from sunset. Almost time. Doppio thinks with a smile. He hops out of bed and hisses as his bare feet touch the cold floor. 

He looks dreamily out the window and considers his view. It's a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming... days like these are perfect for bringing about an apocalypse.

With a delighted sigh, he turns and walks out of his room heading to the bathroom to take his ritual bath. He doesn’t bother throwing on a robe. His roommate has seen him make the naked trek like this every day for about month now.

“Morning Diavolo!” Doppio cheerily yells into the living room. 

“It’s 5:00pm. I’d hardly call that morning,” Diavolo calls back without looking up from his notes as he cross references a few ancient books.

Doppio runs a bath for himself, checking the water to make sure it’s just warm enough. He allows the tub to fill while he takes a bit of cheese cloth and places various herbs in it. He ties it at the top, creating a satchel and tosses it into the bath. He also adds a generous pinch of Himalayan sea salt directly to the water. 

He turns his attention to his reflection. He absentmindedly looks at his freckled form as he brushes his teeth. Looking at his reflection, he runs his hands over his body wondering what he’ll feel like. Doppio loses himself in thought, but then remembers the water’s running. 

“Shit!” He whispers as he turns around to turn off the faucet. 

Doppio lowers himself into the warm water. He bats at the floating satchel of herbs and squeezes it forcing out every drop of herbal essence. Every bit counts. He needs it all. Doppio reclines, letting the water reach his mouth and his knees bend, touching the cool bathroom air. 

Enjoying the warmth of the water and the smell of the herbs, he closes his eyes and remembers his dream. The same dream he’s had for a month now. Each night more details are revealed to him. At first it was a question, Join me? He woke that night in terror of a dark shadow looming over him. He only remembered the eyes black with crimson at their center and tendrils. So many tendrils. Each night more and more was revealed. Upon waking each morning, he had to force the memory from his mind’s eyes. What surrounded this being was chaos and despair. After a time, Doppio grew to love the screams of terror he’d hear in his dreams. Those cries of desperation are glorious. He could get off on it, but the voice in the dreams specifically told not to. 

As he lays in the warm tub, he can’t help but let his hand gravitate to his hardening cock. He takes hold of himself and wonders how much it would really matter? Would his new master really know? It was too much to risk, but the defiant thought tempts him. 

“Doppio! Hurry up!” His friend knocks at the door, making Doppio shriek and nearly take in a mouthful of water in his surprise. 

“Alright, Diavolo! Be out in a minute!” He hurriedly cleans himself as he remembers what it was like in the beginning. To think he actually ran to Diavolo the first night he had the dream. They nearly ran into each other in the hall both awakening from what they had called a nightmare. These days he looks forward to the dreams. Hearing the voice call his name and feeling those eyes upon him. He enjoys the company of his master as he slumbers- as they both slumber. The thought excites him and he bites his lip.  

…

Diavolo and Doppio arrive at the beach they had scouted to make sure it was remote and far from civilization. The two worked in synchronized silence setting up the altar that neither of them had spoken about but both of them had seen in their dreams. 

As Diavolo lights the last few candles on the altar, Doppio walks a few feet away and starts drawing in the sand. He makes a large circle, about three feet in diameter. Along the outside, he scrawls glyphs that he had been seeing in his mind’s eye, since he woke up. Having finished his own task, Diavolo watches. Being the one who spent years studying the R'lyehian language, he recognizes a few of the symbols, ”protect” and ”tribute.” The rest are a mystery to him. Doppio inscribes one more ”devotion” then stands and turns to smile excitedly at Diavolo. A blush covers his freckled face. He’s filled with glee, as if it were Christmas morning. 

“Ready!” Doppio speaks joyfully, breaking the silence between them. With a giggle, he hops into the circle and he removes his cloak. Being fully naked underneath, Diavolo can see how truly excited Doppio is, but he quickly turns his attention to his tome. He flips to the marked page in the well worn book.

“C’ai Risothulhu c-uln! Goka c-gotha! Nog n shugg! C-sll’ha nnn hai! Uaah!” Diavolo reads from the tome, projecting his voice towards the ocean. 

The words Diavolo recites were once foreign and archaic to Doppio, but now they reach his ears as a beautiful melody. At the sound, he’s filled with a joyful familiarity. Pride swells in his chest and butterflies flutter in his stomach as if being reunited with a lover.

Diavolo breaks out into a cold sweat as he finishes his incantation. He looks to the ocean, straining his eyes in the last bit of daylight before the sun fully sets. Diavolo exhales with a frustrated sigh, looking over the spell and the list of components. Everything is in order. It should have worked! Discouraged, he looks over to Doppio. 

Doppio is looking out to the ocean, his eyes fixed on something in the distance. 

“I guess it didn’t…” As Diavolo tries to break the bad news, he’s cut off. 

“He’s here.” Doppio says confidently as the ocean breeze picks up. The candles of the altar are blown to the ground. Diavolo shrieks, picking up the ancient tome to remove it from danger. The lit candles fall to Doppio’s feet. The small flames dance around the circle and illuminate the sigils. Doppio giggles from within the ring of fire, feeling the wind caress his bare flesh. When he stops giggling, he puts his hands out in front of him and they meet an unseen barrier forming a circle around him. He grins maniacally as his gaze to the ocean resumes. 

Diavolo follows the brown eyes to find the water swirling and waves swelling, their ebb and flow are erratic. The unrelenting winds usher in storm clouds, devouring any remaining light. The only remaining light source is Doppio’s circle, providing them enough light to make out a figure rising from the water before them. 

Each passing second, it gains height, slowly revealing how massive and incredible it is. 

Each passing second, Diavolo’s mind screams, Flee while you still can! He’s filled with terror and his legs refused to follow his command. 

Each passing second, a warmth coils tighter at Doppio’s core. He’s grinning wide. If the arcane restraints of the circle weren’t holding him in place, he’d have run to meet his master- his desire. Doppio giggles maniacally as he remembers the visions of his dreams: people running with faces contorted in terror, the delectable sound of their screams, the mouth watering smell of the city burning, and civilization crumbling beneath him. 

From the depths of the waters, shrouded in shadows the thing moves towards them. Diavolo can start to make out a form: head, shoulders, torso, and tentacles. There’s more tentacles than he can count. He sees the sickly green-grey form with black eyes like a void with glowing red ember at their center. Where a mouth should be, its face is covered in smaller tentacles writhing and coiling upon themselves. Diavolo releases the breath he had been holding in a shriek as two large leathery wings extend at the thing’s back then fold neatly behind it. At that, Diavolo crumbles. He falls back screaming. He clings to his last shred of sanity as he crawls away then struggles to get to his feet. He runs stumbling to the car, leaving his friend behind. 

“Bye Diavolo! Thanks!” Doppio calls out. He gives a half hearted wave over his shoulder to his absent friend. His eyes are transfixed on the gorgeous man before him. Towering over him now is this ancient God with short white hair, tanned skin, muscular body and eyes like a black void with the red ember center. Those eyes are the ones he’s been dreaming about. They’re just as he remembered them. 

The familiarity in the tone instantly touches Doppio’s heart and he melts, as the voice from his dream speaks to him- finally in person. 

“Hello, my little morsel.” 

[pamgkrthwrites]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

I just love the idea of a Yandere Bakugou who has been pursuing Y/N for months and think he hasn’t gotten anywhere.

They spend all their time together, he cooks them food, he does their laundry, refuses to partner up with anyone besides them, and gets super jealous if they speak to anyone else but him.

But here Y/N is thinking they are offically dating and thinks everyone(let alone Katsuki) knows about their love for him.

So like one day they are hanging out with the BakuSqaud because Reader dragged his ass to hang out in their friendship group again. He isn’t happy he has to share Y/N but he is happy that Y/N is sitting right next to him and sticking by his side.

Cause this doesn’t go unnoticed and so Denki started making fun of them for being a couple. Bakugou is ready to kill Denki because, well, he is so very clearly making Y/N uncomfortable.

But Y/N just smiles and blushes and goes “yeah and?”

Bakugou’s head is fried cause Y/N just said they were acting like a couple and are okay with it?

Then Kirishima pops in “wait how long have you two been dating?”

And Y/N just goes “I think 3 months? I might be a bit off though, Kats is better with dates then me.”

Bakugou is like, so happy that Y/N likes him but, but also, WHAT.

He doesn’t say they ARENT together, cause to him Y/N has been his for the past 5 months, so he is just so prideful his darling sees them as his.

Course when they are back to Bakugou’s room alone his lips are on them. He is a little bit more controlling and way more possessive but Y/N just thinks it’s him being more affectionate.

144 notes • Posted 2021-05-25 11:58:41 GMT

#4

I have a personal head cannon that if Alpha Bakugou ever gets really REALLY angry mad at his Omega one day and threatens them that if they don’t do as he says he will destroy their nest.

Their omega refuses to talk until Bakugou leaves for work or something and so Omega Y/N packs up all their shit and leaves.

If they are mates then maybe Omega Y/N would threaten back that if he does they are going to leave. I say maybe because if there are kids they will leave with the kids. They aren’t going to allow their kids to believe saying something like that will ever be okay.

If Bakugou tries coming after them they will go to the press. No ifs or buts about it. They will ruin his name and make sure everyone knows.

I like to think in the Omegaverse destroying your omega’s nest is a form of abuse because they need that space so threatening to destroy us is like threatening abuse.

161 notes • Posted 2021-04-18 07:27:38 GMT

#3

Erasermic x Reader Headcannons (ABO Addition)

So this is more of warm up, and some self love? I’ve been having some massive writers block and mental issues for the past 2 months and these idiots have been really helpful lately. ABO is also my favourite comfort au so

This also went on for a lot longer than I thought it would. Love how the tumblr mobile knew what tags I was going to use. You know you need help when tumblr knows you most used tags and your moved read tags.

The boys are both alphas and your an omega.

They met each other in High School, at UA to be on point.

Hizashi acts more of a social alpha but than a omega dominant. Meaning, from how social he is in situations he absolutely comes off as a alpha, but he isn’t a dominant person.

Shota acts more of a social omega but a alpha dominant. Meaning, he is shy which sometimes leads people to think he is an omega but he very dominant and usually overpowers his opponents.

They even each other out very well. They did get a couple of jokes regarding their relationship, “two omegas in a alpha trench coat”.

Everyone in their year knows about them, even you. You are in the general studies class.

You are a sweet little omega that everyone in the school has smelt your scent.

Because of that, you have gotten some courting s gifs from Alphas, Betas and Omegas.

You don’t like how mean some of the alphas have been, you don’t like how weak from the omegas are, and even though Betas do sit in that perfect stop you want, your second gender really wants a alpha.

It wasn’t until the sports festival where you met the two alphas for the first time.

At first, you thought Shota was a omega and Hizashi was a Alpha, but then you heard Shota growl at someone and releasing his alpha smell and Hizashi trying to calm him down.

Where they a Alpha and Omega couple or a Beta and Alpha couple? You didn’t know?

It wasn’t until you were in the break room when you were close to both of them and smelled they were both Alphas.

They weren’t like other Alphas. Together they were a strong alpha but separately they were alphas that were a little bit different.

You omega really loved them.

But you told them to hush, it wasn’t like they would like you anyway. They were male alpha loving male alpha(malma), why would they be interest in a omega like you?

Over a month you would watch them at the corner of your eye if you ever saw them. Usually in the food court or when school was over.

Your omega cried whenever you saw them together holding hands, laughing, hugging, anything. But you also loved seeing them in their raw forms.

It wasn’t until one day before school, a day and time you wouldn’t usually see them because of how early you came in did things start to change.

Your scent was usually a burning bitter in the mornings because of your home life, the reason why you got to school so early and left left school so late.

“Excuse me? Little Omega?” Said a concerned voiced, the owner out of your sight but you knew who the owner was.

Your turned your head to face them and saw Hizashi, with a concerned look on his face.

“Y-Yes? Can I help you with something Alpha Yamada?” You asked.

He looked a little taken back from you knowing his name but he brushed it off. “Are you okay? Your scent is a little...”

“Ah, right.” Your omega was happy that one of your alphas noticed you, but you felt kinda sick. You didn’t want others to know your issues, that’s why you hid away until first class started, so your scent could go down. “Just an augment at home this morning, nothing big.”

Hizashi could smell that was a lie. He had been noticing you for the last week now after Aizawa made note of you verbally. He had smelt you around before, your scent was very strong. He was surpised to hear that you hadn’t gotten an alpha yet. Apparently you had danced around getting a mate and gone on first dates with people but nothing ever passed a first date.

Even if Hizashi had Shota, he felt bad for you. From what he saw and heard, you were very kind to people, were possessive of your food, and stayed at school for very long hours.

Your scent was so sweet and bold during the day, yet in the morning like today it was burning of bitter? Something just didn’t feel right to him.

“If you ever need to hide away, Little Omega,” he said “you can hide away in my recording room here at school. There is a little listening booth there where you can charge you phone, snack, and even nap there. My boyfriend naps there sometimes when he gets overwhelmed.”

Your omega thumped over and over to your chest. Your alpha offered you a place where him and your other alpha stayed for a little bit?!

Hizashi smiled when he saw your eyes lit up. He noticed your scent changing dramatically from his words and his alpha was about to release a pure if he didn’t move away soon

“T-Thank you, Alpha Yamada!” You beamed up at him with a smile. “I- Ah, my name is Y/N L/N, it’s nice to make you acquaintance, Alpha Yamada!”

Hizashi couldn’t help but smile widely. Did he really make your day so much that your mood changed so drastically and so quickly?

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance too, Omega L/N.”

After you two finished talking, Yamada locked himself in a bathroom and just purred. God you were adorable. No wonder Shota noticed you so early, and no wonder so many people tried to be your mate.

And changing your mood too? Gosh that sent him to the moon and back in a heartbeat.

Hizashi grabbed his phone and started texting Shota so fast that if anyone walked in it would look like he was trying to finish an assignment on his phone last minute.

By the end of the day, you hadn’t gone to Hizashi recording room out of fear. Even though you were greatful for what he said to you, he still feared facing him.

You changed your shoes and were about to leave. You hated that you had to go back to that home. You couldn’t use the homework excuse this time as you finished it already.

“Oh look who it is, it’s Omega L/N!”

You stiffened. You hated this bastard less than your home but he was still annoying.

“Afternoon, Alpha Sensoji.” You said bitterly, trying to avoid eye contact.

He had been one of the Alphas that had tried to court you, but rejected because of how rude he was.

“You still haven’t gotten an Allha yet?” He poked.

“I’m not interested, Alpha Sensoji.” You started to walk away, but Sensoji was on your tail.

“Why dont you go out with me? You’ve gone out with a lot of different Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Why not me?!”

“Please leave me alone.”

He grabbed by your shoulders and spun you around.

“Why won’t you go on one date with me, Y/N.”

Panic started to erupt through out your body. You couldn’t help but chirped and shut your eyes.

“What? You think I’m threatening or something?”

“Leave the Omega alone, Sensoji.”

You opened your eyes and saw Shota standing off to the side of you two with Hizashi.

God you felt small and weak.

Sensoji let go of you and walked over to the two. You rebalanced yourself and watched as the two exchanged some words that you couldn’t hear.

Sensoji huffed and walked off, without looking at you.

Hizashi walked over to you. “You okay, Omega L/N? You looked rather scared there. Did he hurt you anywhere?”

As Hizashi was trying to calm you down you noticed Shota glaring Sensoji as he walked out of the gates.

“I- I am okay now, thank you Alpha Yamada.” You bowed your head. You looked over at Shota, getting attention as well. “T-Thank you Alpha Aizawa as well.” You bowed your head to him.

Shota blink at you. “How do you know my name?”

You stiffened. “I- Um, I noticed you both at the sports festival.”

The two grew quite. That didn’t really explain how you knew their names but it did mean they had caught your attention way before you caught theirs.

Aizawa has also been coming into school early and had been noticing your bitter scent every morning. By when school started you had a normal scent. He didn’t know how to approach you but he wanted to protect you.

Protecting you would be enough.

He knows Sensoji isn’t the person causing you bitter scent in the morning so it had to come from home.

After that event the two alphas started noticing you more and more. The day you did come I tothe recording booth was a fun day for them.

You just didn’t want one of your friends asking for a price of your food again but they saw it as time to get to know you.

Soon enough, you started coming everyday and started to talk toth every day.

You all exchanged numbers with each o the we and texted. You tried not to come off too keen but Hizashi had different plans. This man texted you so much. So, so much.

One day after a stressful morning you came into the booth and saw Shota already setting up blankets and pillows for you to nest in.

“I’ve noticed your scent is bad in the morning, so I brought in some stuff to help you out.”

Everything was scented by him and Hizashi, which made your heart fly.

You slowly started sharing food with them, and started opening up about your love life.

It took one after school time in the booth you started to think over your relationship with the two.

We’re you courting the two? We’re they courting you?

Once you realised that you may have been courting the couple you went into a panic.

You scent shift woke Shota up real fast.

“What’s wrong, Omega?” He asked.

“I- Mmmmmmmmm.” You thought it over. “I think I’m going to leave early today.” You said as you started getting up.

Aizawa started getting up as well. “Are you sure? I’ll walke down with you-“

“No no I’m fine. Just, got some stuff I need to do.”

He stood still as you gathered you things. “... I see... Bye then.”

“Bye, Alpha.”

You left in a hurry, leaving Shota’s Alpha whining. He got his phone.

“Hizashi, can we talk about Y/N?”

You didn’t talk to the two for a week. You let your parents yell and command you around from as early as you could leave school and as late it was okay for you to be. Though by the 3rd day you silbings started noticing something was off and somehow convinced you parents to lay off.

Hizashi and Shota kept texting you and you just ignored them.

Though it got a bit too much, and at lunch you started to head down to the room.

When you opened the door, Hizashi jumped you.

“Oh Omega we have been so worried! Did they hurt you? Did they take away your phone? Why have they been keeping you at that home for so long?”

You were shocked to smell the room was just filled with their worried scents.

“We were really close to just walking to your house and getting you out ourselves!”

That sent you worrying.

You sent out a calming scent out to calm them down. “Shh, it’s okay. I’m fine, I’m safe. I just, had a lot of homework that I was pushing off and I couldn’t do it here. They leave me alone if I can prove I’m doing homework.”

Hizashi wrapped his arms around you and resting his head into you neck glands. You tried not to stiffen by still sending out you scent and rubbing his head.

“I’m okay Alpha. I promise.”

Shota started at you from across the room.

“Alpha are you-“

Shota shot over, wrapping his arms around and drove his head in your other neck glands.

Your face flushed. “I-I’m sorry for worrying you two.”

The two started to purr from just smelling your scent, and started scenting you in return, causing your cheeks to burn from the blood rush.

“I- Mmmmmmm.” The two held you so close. You felt so loved and wanted. You wanted them to be your Alphas, and it felt like they were. You couldn’t push this off any longer. “I- Alphas? I- A-Are we courting?”

Shota stiffened but pushed his head more into your glands. Hizashi on the other hand kissed your glands, making your head to feel hot.

“Yeah, I think we are, Omega. Is that okay?”

Shota wasn’t going to say anything until you responded. He needed you to respond.

“Yes! Yes that is okay.” You brought them closer and shyly smiled. “It’s more than okay.”

Shota smiled, then licking your glands.

You chirped which caused him to chuckle.

“Our little omega.”

After that, you three were very open about your relationship. People were rather shocked that the “two omegas in a alpha trench coat” have a shared Omega.

Group couples were rare but not really frowned upon.

When you came home smiling in a daze and smelling like the two alphas who brought you home, the was stone quite.

If you had mates then your parents couldn’t control you(in their eyes). It closed some issues and opened a couple of others up.

However, it mostly meant that by the time you finished school, you happily moved in with your alphas. 

171 notes • Posted 2021-02-20 14:15:43 GMT

#2

Okay I’m currently in the middle of some writing I just had this idea of Alpha Bakugou coming home late and seeing his omega fast sleep cuddling a plush who has clearly been crying.

He would be so upset.

Did he do something to make you upset?

Why did he have to come home late? He could’ve helped you.

He would start worrying and take the next week off just to spend time with you to make sure you are okay. He plans this though before to wake up.

So next morning you wake up to see your alpha has made you so much breakfast and being really soft.

When he asks why were you crying you thought and remember that you banged you toe really hard and it had bruised.

On one hand, Bakugou gets pissed at the walls in the house. How dare they be so hard in you.

One the other hand, he is like “what the fuck I took of a week off in fear I upset you only to find out you just ran into a wall”.

Baby boy needs cuddles for all of his hard work.

176 notes • Posted 2021-04-28 14:31:05 GMT

#1

I am a fantasy loving bitch knees, and the thought of Prince Bakugou just makes my heart do a flip.

First up, Crown Dragon Prince Bakugou came to your kingdom do see your oldest brother get married. This would be the only time crowned heirs would ever interact until they were kings or queens.

At first you were rather shocked by his attitude, you thought he was so disrespectful to your brothers special day.

But at the ball the week before the wedding your soon to be sister in law made a joke at you expense and Bakugou was the only one who stood up for you.

The day after you decided to spend some time alone so you went for a horse ride, but Bakugou was there at the stables also going out for a ride.

Not be a rude host you offer him to join along with you. He accepted.

“Fine, but your staying out of my way!”

He was very shocked that you enjoyed riding. Apparently most other princesses he has met think horse riding as a hunting sport.

You two spent more and more time together, that you two were noticeably close at your brothers wedding reception.

Bakugou stayed for a week after the wedding as that was the longest time another crown prince could stay for.

You were so deeply hurt to see him go that you cried and refused to leave your room for a few days.

A week after Bakugou left though you mother stormed into your room with a large smile on her face.

Bakugou had sent a wedding proposal to you.

You were over the moon and gladly accepted.

Course your sister in law wasn’t happy that her attention was taken away and given to you but you didn’t really care.

You and Bakugou exchange letters for 6 months before you move into this Palace and live with your country’s representative as your escort.

Bakugou was usually busy with Princely duties but he always made sure you got fresh flowers each day.

He took you to see the dragons that live in the mountains behind his palace and explained to you that his royal blood line had a curse were they were technically half dragon.

They looked human but had a heart of a dragon.

Bakugou may have had his rough edges but you got to learn his soft side, a side that and very few people got to see.

He loved to take you horse riding up the mountains. He described it as the only time he was allowed to be free, and free with you.

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Hey Kay 😊 I’m a sucker for sappy things and I’d love to see you write a little something about the first time they say i love you to each other since they got together. Love you! ❤️

Thanks for the prompt! Also shoutout to @mindhunnter for helping me get past my writer’s block with the tags on this post 💕

That morning, for the first time in a long time, Bill wakes to the languid hush of a momentary tabula rasa. No cold jolt of reality, no knotted anxiety in the pit of his stomach. No instantaneous fear that a child killer is just one step ahead of them, or that his son is sicker than he can manage. For a few peaceful moments, he can’t remember yesterday or what day it is, only that he’s wrapped up warmly in the bed sheets with the yellow sunlight catching effervescent dust motes sailing in powdery lines above the bed. Only that Holden is in the bed beside him, skin like spun silk to the slide of Bill’s fingertips. 

Reality breaks open like a ripe orange, rubbery rind peeling back to expose a sweet, juicy interior that’s much kinder than he ever thought he deserved. A few months ago, they were in the trenches of Atlanta, pulling bodies from rivers, pushing themselves to the limit. He’d been running back and forth between Georgia and Virginia, tired - always tired - and terribly unhappy. He’d thought his world was crashing down when Nancy left, but he could not have anticipated what came next. 

This morning, glowing in radiant sunlight and the peaceful quiet, Holden is underneath him, his arms stretched above his head and his fingers laced through Bill’s as their bodies move together in a gradual, aching grind of pleasure working deliberately towards its peak. He’s sighing in pleasure, his eyes alight with need and satisfaction, his cheeks like rose petals. His strawberry lips are whimpering Bill’s name when the climax takes him under. 

The freshly minted memory slots in over all the rest, smothering the past in glazed honey. They sink to the sheets, breathing hard, gazes passing back and forth with bashful satisfaction. 

When they’re cleaned up, they languish in bed watching the minutes unfold towards noon. Bill has no desire to get up, and leave the warm relaxation of the bed sheets. 

While Holden snuggles down beside him, Bill props his shoulders against the pillows, and reads a book. In the silence, a chorus of birds chirp outside the window, but the day is otherwise undisturbed. 

Bill lights a cigarette, and smokes it absently until Holden rouses from his lazy, post-coital nap. He props himself up on his elbow, watching Bill smoke intently. Bill tucks his teeth against his lower lip to suppress a smile as he feels Holden’s gaze wander over his face and chest. 

“Yes?” He murmurs, not looking up from his book. 

“Can I try it?” Holden asks, nodding at the cigarette held aloft between Bill’s fingers and bleeding smoke into the air. 

Bill’s gaze wanders from the words on the page to assess Holden skeptically. They’ve been through this conversation - and it’s conclusion - before, but Holden is persistent and a tiny bit self-destructive like that.

 “Suit yourself.” Bill says. 

Holden takes the cigarette carefully from Bill’s fingers, handling it like a live grenade. 

Bill tries not to grin as he presses it delicately to his lips, and inhales slowly. His eyes squint as he takes it out of his mouth. There’s a beat of silence before he lurches forward, coughing violently. 

Bill laughs, and turns his gaze back to his book. “Isn’t that what happened last time?”

“Maybe.” Holden says, his voice raspy from coughing. 

“I don’t know why you keep expecting something different.”

Holden sinks back against the headboard, a hand clasped to his chest. The cigarette is pinched between his fingers, mirroring the way Bill holds it, as if he’s bound and determined to make it work. 

Bill holds his hand out for the cigarette, and continues reading. After a moment, Holden still has not given it back to him. Bill wiggles his fingers impatiently, and Holden leans forward; but instead of putting the cigarette back in Bill’s hand, he smears a kiss against Bill’s knuckles. 

Bill cuts a glance over at him to see Holden peeking up at him with wide, coy eyes. He nudges another kiss against Bill’s fingers, working up towards the nails. 

“Can I have my cigarette back?” Bill asks, maintaining a reserved tone. 

“M-mm.” Holden murmurs, kissing his way to Bill’s fingertips and flicking his tongue across the index. 

“All right, I see.” Bill says, tossing the book aside, and swiping his reading glasses from his nose. 

Holden squeals in delight as Bill pounces on him, throwing him to his back against the sheets. He jabs the hand clutching the cigarette above his head in an attempt to avoid Bill’s grabbing fingers, but Bill catches him by the wrist. Pinning Holden’s arm to the bed, he extricates the cigarette from his grasp, and tucks it in his mouth. 

Holden squirms as Bill keeps him pinned down, one leg tucked between Holden’s squirming thighs, his hand fixed around Holden’s wrist. 

“You just want my attention, don’t you?” Bill asks, the cigarette bobbing against his lips and spilling smoke across Holden’s demure gaze. 

Holden bites back a smile, and gives a slight nod. 

“You want me to teach you how to smoke? Open your mouth.”

Holden blinks up at him innocently for a moment before parting his lips. 

Bill takes a slow drag of the cigarette, and leans down to position his mouth over Holden’s. Holding Holden’s enticing gaze, he exhales a slow stream of smoke into his mouth. 

Holden’s eyes slip shut as Bill’s kisses him, and smoke collides in a warm gust from their noses. The taste of nicotine clashes against the slick sweetness of Holden’s lips parting and pliantly accepting Bill’s caress. He presses closer, curling his tongue into Holden’s mouth, sucking at his lower lip, and enjoying the whimpering moan that vibrates from Holden’s throat.

Holden pushes his chin up into the kiss, returning the stroke of Bill’s tongue with his own. His wrist rebels against Bill’s grip, but Bill fixes his grip tighter. With his knee lodged between Holden’s legs, he can feel the gradual pulse of fresh desire emerging. 

The hungry kiss ends with the slick stroke of Bill’s mouth coming off Holden’s pouting bottom lip. He leans back, his breaths scraping heavily from his chest. The rush and tingle in his blood is exhilarating and fierce, a kind of fire that Holden sets in him that can’t be matched with anything or anyone else. 

Holden gazes up eagerly at him, the cornflower blue of his eyes eaten up by swollen pupils. His pink mouth pants quietly, tongue darting against his lower lip, sharp canines flashing eagerly against tender skin. With his flushed cheeks and disheveled hair shining in the soft, morning sunlight, he’s never looked quite so beautiful. 

Bill blinks as the realization strikes him like a wave - not a cold, stormy current, but the warm, sun-dazzled tide on a serendipitous sandy beach. 

Holden’s expression sobers as their teasing wrestle comes to a stop. He swallows hard, seeing the serious glint in Bill’s eyes. 

“What?” He whispers. 

Bill strokes his cheek, and draws in a shuddering breath. Suddenly, it’s hard to inhale, exhale, to think of breathing with this longing gripping his chest, the words writhing around against his breastbone like they’re too big to be contained. 

“I love you.” He whispers. 

In the silence, Bill can hear the click of Holden’s tongue as he swallows hard. His eyes are wide and blinking, the weight of Bill’s confession sinking in. His mouth slips open, this time in subdued awe. Bill can tell that he’s processing it, taking apart those three little words, examining their pieces, putting them back together again in his mind to see if they fit - where they fit inside of him. 

The hesitation burns across Bill’s nerves like fire, and he begins to pull back. 

“Fuck me.” Bill says, mustering a chuckle. “I, uh- … that was- … We’re three months in here and-”

“Bill.” Holden whispers, clutching onto Bill’s cheek to pull him back down. 

Their foreheads settle against one another, gazes connecting into the small, breathless space. His mouth trembles with a smile. 

“I love you, too.”

Bill lets out a choked laugh. His eyes are stinging, but for the first time in what feels like forever, the threat of tears is the product of such expansive joy that it can’t quite fit in the borders of his body. 

“You do?” He whispers, stroking Holden’s cheek. “Good. Good, that’s a relief.”

Holden laughs softly, his forehead nudging against Bill’s. “I do.” 

Bill sinks down into Holden’s kiss, his anxiety melting away into secure belief, a trusting freefall of vulnerability that ends in bathing light and warm satisfaction. That sense of empty memory strikes him again; it’s almost as if he can see the past wiping clean, the time resetting and starting over - starting inside Holden’s eyes.

[nd43kinks]

A series of thoughts I came up with in chat yesterday in regards to the Haversack Vore idea that I want to save

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I went a little crazy in the chastity’s nook discord yesterday and wrote a fucking lot, so I figured I would just save it all here. It’s kinda a mess because it’s stream of consciousness (edited to remove comments from others) but I thought others might enjoy it.

the spell that causes this particular haversack situation is called dragon's belly because of a dragon’s tendency to swallow their hoard when moving it to a new location

the bag is tied to a ring, and the wearer of the ring is the one who has the items deposited in them.  This means Jester can give the ring to other people when she needs a break.

I put a page break because there’s just... so much vore shit (all of it is safe and soft but knowing how i can react to untagged vore, I figured I’d be safe to hide it.). Also my tag now for this AU is “The Mighty Nom”.

someone climbing in the bag looking for something real quick before jester notices, and jester doesn't know until someone else asks her "oh, have you seen beau?" and BOOM.  Beau Belly.  beau doesn't realize she's been found out until jester starts moving, which feels like the bag is being shook from the outside.   there has definitely been an occasion where someone has slept in the bag and wasn't discovered until jester looked for them in the morning.

Molly likes to tell Jester before he gets into the bag, so she can watch and can’t HELP but think about it.  he goes in feet first so he can watch her belly grow for as long as possible

caddy definitely is the type who ends up in the bag accidentally while he's looking for something, then gets stuck/decides he doesn’t want to come out.

to the person inside it does just feel like the inside of a bag, but when jester moves they feel it, and they know where they really are.  the inside of the bag is soft velvet, jester has for sure put her hand in to touch it

someone going in and then jester refusing to let them out, keeping the bag cinched tight so nothing falls out.  so she can lay on the ground and rub her huge belly and coo at her "prisoner".  they don't mind, they know she'll open the bag eventually, but it is a favorite way of hers to punish folks who climb into the bag without letting her know first

when yasha disappears for a long time, jester begs her to get into the bag so she can feel her close and with them. she wants to keep all of them tucked away and safe. just like jewels.  just rubbing her belly with one hand and knowing everyone is safe and together and inside her

the m9 show up at a hotel and they're like "how many beds?" and jester is like "just the one" because everyone is just gonna sleep inside her belly.  it saves so much on travel expenses.  sometimes the staff checks in on her to find her laying on the bed with a massive belly.... "no we checked there was definitely just the one in there.  i mean i know all seven went in but it was just the one.  She was real big tho" but everyone checks out in the morning so they're not really sure how that happens.

her being made to watch while they use the bag is so fucking good like "you know we're putting things in there, and it's all we want you think about" this could result in like erotic reading of shopping lists, like "here's everything we bought today, time to check if it's still there" with lots of belly touching and cooing and praise.  she's writhing as they list things off, feeling her belly fill up as they debate about how many apples they bought, whining as beau feels the swell of her stomach to check

there is potential for things changing while in the bag like.  nott's never-ending flask spills open inside her and her belly is suddenly tight with a neverending stream of alcohol. or a potion bottle breaks inside the bag, and she is filled with a warming spell, or they use a reduction spell to fit something in the bag and it expands once the spell has faded.  she's pretty sure the seams of the bag will burst before she does, and they've definitely tested her capacity with the create water spell

shoving an unwilling informant into the bag. they're totally safe but they have no idea where they are, and jester is filled with a thrashing confused person, trying to run to safety with her belly bobbing heavy with passenger. also good: the "go on without me" injured party member, but she puts them in the bag so she can carry them to safety, and of course she can't help but worry about them.  going unconscious in a fight, waking up in the velvet lined bag and feeling Jester's frantic running, a hand pressed against her belly as she tries to heal them

an almost total party knock out, waddling to safety with the rest of the m9 inside her collapsing once they're far enough from the fight and just running her hands over her huge belly hoping everyone is alright, getting excited when they feel some movement at last.  she doesn't let them out that night because she's just so relieved to feel them moving inside her. she pats her tummy and tells them to rest easy, and they know she'll take care of them

the mental image of the m9 dealing with some kind of monetary transaction, like in a heist movie or whatever where you show the briefcase full of money... but instead it's jester waddling up with her jingly belly of coins "you got the goods?" -gestures to jester, nice and plump and jingling with every step-

also: a M9 member hiding from responsibility in her belly, and she pretends like she doesn't know where they are but she so obviously does."Where's caleb.""i don't knooooooooow~""you do, he's right there, we can see him.""I have no idea what you're talking about" -attempts to waddle away-

Jester giving Fjord the ring when he is being overwhelmed by a hunger, and caleb talking him down as he climbs inside the bag until fjord can lay back with a full belly and fall back asleep and ukatoa's words don't seem to be as enticing when he's full.  also the image of fjord falling asleep with a caleb filled tummy and he just rubs it and focuses on how heavy his friend is, like a weighted blanket

mollymauk likes to be the group coinpurse, if only to be big and fat with coin.  he likes trying to lift his big belly and then letting it drop so he can hear all the coins.  he also likes it when fjord or caleb drops coins into the bag one at a time, so he can feel each one hit the pile in his belly but he's extremely obvious as a coin purse, flaunting and loud, so jester doesn't let him do it unless they're alone.

caduceus likes to wear it when he has to make rations so he can make them directly into the bag and feel his belly swell - he knows by weight how much he needs to make. caleb likes to crawl in there and read while caddy cooks

yasha encourages people to climb in while she wears it, so she can work out with a counterweight.  beau does too, but she’s found it hard to try to do pullups with a wiggly jester goofing around in her belly.

[vannahfanfics]

Sound of Your Heart (Shawn Hooke) + GrayLu; Gray listening to Lucy's heartbeat as she rewrites the book of END

Here you are! :D Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy it~ 

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Heartbeat

“Lucy, are you all right?”

The sound of Gray’s voice brought Lucy out of her melancholy contemplation, and she quickly raised a hand to dry the tears still leaking from her eyes. They were currently sitting side-by-side on a bench in the deserted streets of Magnolia. Lucy clutched the book of E.N.D. tightly in her quivering, bruised, and scratched arms as she looked up at him.

“Yes, thank you.” A silence fell between them, and then she tentatively asked, “You’re not going to try and destroy the book again, right, Gray?” As if he had already answered negatively, she pulled the book closer to her chest and turned her body away from him, as if she could shield Natsu like that. A shocked—and uncomfortably hurt—expression formed on Gray’s face, and she immediately regretted acting in such a way.

“Of course not! If I’d have known it would’ve done anything to Natsu, I wouldn’t have tried in the first place!” Good… He’s cooled down, then. Lucy’s eyes flickered down to his right arm, currently swathed in bandages, and remembered the writhing, swirling bands of demon-slayer magic that he had obtained from his father Silver—the magic that came with the will to destroy E.N.D. Overtaken by that power and rage, Gray had nearly succeeded—even though it would’ve meant killing Natsu. Erza had stopped him then, and then it had taken Lucy to stop him from destroying the book and nearly killing Natsu again. Gray doesn’t want to hurt Natsu. I know that. He wants to save him as much as I do. Still, after seeing him so distorted, she couldn’t help but be a little uneasy. Suddenly, she leaned over to press her face into the crook of Gray’s shoulder, and she felt him tense up. Lucy was exhausted, so she righteously didn’t care about pretenses or propriety. Her emotions were boiling at the surface, threatening to spill over.

“Gray… Don’t lose yourself, okay?” She expected an angry retort or a “What the hell are you talking about?” but Gray knew exactly what she meant. She felt his body relax as he exhaled deeply.

“Yeah. I know, Lucy.” She was oddly quite contented with just staying like that, resting her head against his sturdy shoulder, but there were matters to be dealt with. With a small, sad frown, she raised her head and looked down at the worn, leather-bound tome containing Natsu’s doom or salvation. The First’s riddle echoed in her mind. “That’s when you will have to save Natsu! Use the power of your friendship to do it!”

“I think we should open the book! I think I get what the first master was talking about!” Happy quipped from her feet with his little furry eyebrows narrowed. As Lucy stared resolutely down at the book, she thought that maybe she was beginning to understand a little what Mavis had meant, too. The key to saving Natsu is in this book, no doubt about it. Lucy steeled her determination and gripped the leather binding of the book tightly.

“Yes!”

As Lucy set the book on her lap and prepared to open it, the universe seemed to draw in its breath; the wind died, and the only sound was the gurgling of a fountain across the plaza. She felt Gray’s tense muscles, his arms crossed, as he pressed a little closer to her and leaned over her shoulder to watch. Despite the gravity of the moment, a blush tainted Lucy’s cheeks. Now’s not the time for that… she reminded herself before taking a deep breath and opening the cover of the book. There was a moment of nothing but tension and silence, the breath she was holding feeling like a bubble in her chest ready to burst, and then everything exploded at once. She released the breath in the form of an alarmed gasp as light burst from the book, so forceful that her pigtails fluttered about her shoulders and her bangs waved in her face, and she could literally feel it, like cool water flowing over her chest and body. Then words began to spill from the pages, swirling in the air around the two of them and the space above their heads.

“Th-the letters…” She looked at Gray to find him wearing a similarly awed and shocked face, his dark hair glowing a bluish hue in the ephemeral light. In yet another inappropriate moment of lunacy, Lucy thought that he looked beautiful cast in the light like that. When a stream of the inked words flew by her face, she was reminded of the task at hand, and she looked above her head at the spherical mass of paragraphs and sentences whirling above them.

“Look at all of them! Are they really all about Natsu?” she wondered aloud. Her eyebrows furrowed as her brown eyes expertly followed the stream of words, and a slow realization dawned on her. “Wait a minute… These…” Before she could finish the thought, the world heaved, and the book snapped shut as she and Gray were flung from the bench and into the air. As the world rumbled below, the air vibrated with the shockwaves, shaking Lucy’s already battered body violently. She did her best to cling to the book as the rumbling began to cease, and she plummeted back toward Earth. As she curled around it, expecting a rough impact, she suddenly felt someone grab her in midair. A second later, she felt they hit the ground, but Lucy was cushioned by Gray’s embrace rather than unforgiving earth. Momentarily forgetting the book, she pushed herself up and looked down at him in alarm. “Gray! Are you okay? Why did you do that? You shouldn’t be worried about me when you’re all beat up!” she insisted wildly. It was then that she noticed she was basically straddling him, one knee between his legs and the other at his hip, his arms around her waist while her reddening face hovered above his. He cracked an eye open to grimace at her.

“Stop yelling. You’re spitting in my face,” he grumbled as he slipped one arm from her body to rub the back of his head. “Ow… What the hell was that?” Gray seemed perfectly unaware of how embarrassing their current situation was, while Lucy was just blank, her mind misfiring as it attempted to process.

“It came from the guild!” Happy groaned while sitting up. As Lucy finally began to come to her senses, Gray grabbed her by the hips to hold her steady while he sat up, bringing her body with his. Feeling his hands against the bare skin of her waist (as she had, of course, lost her shirt in the conflict like she always did) made her nerve blaze like Laxus had struck her with lightning. She could only dumbly sit there holding the book, practically in his lap, while he peered in her face.

“You okay, Lucy?”

“Oh! Yes! I’m fine!” she squeaked. She finally had the wherewithal to make her body move and hastily disentangled herself from him to sit beside him. If she didn’t know better, he looked disappointed. “What were all those flying letters?” That question snapped Lucy back to attention. She pushed aside all the embarrassing hugging and holding and looked down at the book. It hadn’t changed.

“It looks like the words are still in the book… This is really high-level Organic Link magic.” She was sure of it after reading them in the air as they swirled about. “I think that’s how the book is connected to Natsu. In other words, if we could rewrite the words…” she trailed off as she stared hard down at it, riddling out what she needed to do to save Natsu’s life.

“What? Rewrite all of that?” Gray exclaimed as he looked over her shoulder down at the unassuming volume. She was too absorbed in her problem-solving to bark at him for yelling in her ear. “We opened one page, and look how much came out of it! That’s only a small fraction—"

“We don’t have to rewrite it all,” she interrupted as she ran a hand over the cover. It was rough, and torn, and scratched up. Imperfect. A smile came to her lips. Just like Natsu. Just like Gray. Just like her and everyone else in the guild. She looked up at Gray, her expression growing serious. “I’m sure there’s a page in here that can save Natsu! We have to find it! I’m certain that is what the First Master meant!” Judging from the force of that tremor and blast, Natsu was fighting his hardest. That meant that they had to fight their hardest to save him, too. Lucy opened the book again, and once more, the letters began to float off the pages and careen through the air around them.

Except for this time, something was different.

Lucy’s eyes widened as the letters began to literally pop out of existence, disappearing from the links of letters with continuous blam, blam, blams!

“Did something happen to Natsu?!” Gray cried, his head swiveling about as the letters continued to disappear one by one. Lucy was silent for a moment, analyzing the continuously moving text and memorizing the vanishing letters because she knew it was important until she realized just what had happened. Her face grew pale and her eyes wide in horror.

“It’s a part of his body! He’s hurt very badly somewhere!” Reigning in her emotions, she took her magic pen and sat up on her knees, preparing to re-ink the words. Her mouth twitched a little as Gray grabbed her by the hips again to steady her as she wobbled slightly from exertion. Focus, Lucy.

“Do you know how to rewrite it?” he asked. Completely oblivious to how this looks… Just deal with it. Natsu is in danger!

“I’m only going to rewrite the missing letters right now. I memorized them,” she answered and began filling in the gaps in the stream of letters, her brown eyes flicking from one hole to the next while her hand scrawled in the missing text. In a matter of seconds, she had replaced all the missing characters, and she was confident that she had avoided Natsu’s death.

“Amazing, Lucy!” Hearing Gray gush in praise, especially so close to her, admittedly made her flush with a mixture of joy and unease. Before she could say or do anything, though, she felt every cell in her body pulse, and her head twitched back as she felt magic power flooding into her arm, pulsing up her veins to begin spreading through her face and neck. I-I… It hurts… I can’t move! Sweat began to pour from her body as she struggled to remain in control of herself, and her consciousness began slipping away. Her mind crystallized on one thought.

“G-Gray…”

~~~~~~~~~~

Gray jumped forward as Lucy’s body began twitching uncontrollably in his arms, and as she fell back against his chest, he could feel that her body was scorching, and sweat was pouring off of her.

“Lucy! Snap out of it!” As her head flopped back onto his shoulder, her brown eyes stared unseeing up towards the sky filled with the words of Natsu’s fate, and dark magic had filled her veins, dying them a bloody red. Her entire body was shaking violently, and her breath began to come in ragged, labored gasps. He grabbed her by the shoulders to hold her in place, and she immediately recoiled, like his touch caused her immense pain. Suddenly she seemed to return to her senses, and her face scrunched up in pain, and she once more buried her face into the crook of his neck. He could feel the tears spilling from her eyes as they smudged across his skin. “Come on, Lucy! You gotta stay strong!”

“I feel hot…” Her voice was a breathy, agonized whisper. “Something… Something inside me is burning!” She turned into him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body against him as if he could cool her. Lucy seemed to be embarrassed about their closeness earlier (which he had blatantly ignored because, well, he wanted to), but in the throes of the magic backfire, she didn’t seem to care anymore. Gray hated seeing her in pain like this, and he tightened his grip around her while at the same time holding her as gently as he could.

“It must be Natsu’s fire,” Happy reasoned as he watched uncomfortably, his tail twitching. Gray’s mouth curled into a frown as he clutched Lucy’s frail, jerking body. The flame of the demon. Lucy faltered into him for a second, then managed to straighten up with a groan, lifting her head to stare back up at the magical words.

“If… If I can understand this magic, maybe I can help Natsu!” Gray knew that if she kept it up, she would be even worse off. Once again, like so many times before, he was absolutely amazed at her strength. “I can rewrite the demon inside him.” She doubled over again, grimacing and holding a hand to her face as she shook violently.

“Lucy, if you keep going, you’ll—"

“I’m fine, Happy,” she huffed, a clear indication she was not fine. Gray knew that she would keep going no matter what, so he did the only thing he knew how to do. He propped his chin on Lucy’s shoulder as he pulled her close, and a writhing white wind began to swirl around them, bringing frost and chill with it. “That’s cold-!” she cried as she shuddered again, but the heat inside her body had dimmed somewhat.

“Let’s save Natsu together. I can’t rewrite those letters… But I can support you while you do.” He didn’t see her smile, but he knew she did, that sweet smile she always gave.

Gray wasn’t sure of the moment he started to love her. He wondered sometimes, but he wasn’t a real sentimental guy, so he didn’t dwell on it. He did love her, though, and knowing that was enough. He probably should have told her sooner, but somehow the moment never called for it; he needed to focus on not dying and keeping everyone else from not dying, and he always told himself he would tell her after. After kept getting further and further away, though. As Lucy clung to him, one arm around his neck and her body against his while she continued to painstakingly, painfully rewrite the script of Natsu’s soul, he promised himself then that he wasn’t going to wait anymore. He closed his eyes, focusing on keeping the air around them as bitterly cold as possible to mitigate Lucy’s suffering. Amongst the swirling wind, something else emerged in the background, faint at first. As he focused on it, it became clearer and louder until it dominated his senses.

A heartbeat. Lucy’s heartbeat.

It was a thumping drum amidst the symphony of icy gales that he had conjured. As he focused on it more, he could feel her heart beating against his chest. It was fast, probably because she was working so hard keeping the demonic magic at bay. Gray didn’t know why it mattered so much at that moment. Maybe because it was because he knew if he could still hear it, Lucy was okay—so he hung onto it, that rhythmic sound, the sound of her heart beating.

Gray wasn’t sure how many minutes passed before she slumped back into him, her arm falling and the magic pen clattering to the ground. He shifted her to her side to look down at the book in her lap, and they watched as the letters began to return to the pages. “You did it, Lucy,” he smiled down at her. She gave him that sweet smile again, and then her face contorted in agony, her back arching as her entire arm pulsed red. She then fell limp, losing consciousness as she was unable to resist the magic any longer. Gray wasn’t worried, though.

“Lucy!” Happy wailed and rushed over to her.

“Don’t worry, Happy. My demon-slayer magic is made for this! I’ll get this magic out of Lucy!” he said as his own magic spread up his arm and over his eye. He grabbed her by the wrist, using his own magic to forcibly draw the virus-like magic out of the girl. It was as if suddenly he had brought her back to life, as she jumped up and began coughing and hacking. Gray held her up as she recovered from the ordeal. “Are you okay now, Lucy?”

“Yes… Thank you, Gray.” There’s that smile again… They looked down to see the book glowing faintly and the edges blurring before dissolving in globs of light. “The book is vanishing. Zeref has been defeated.”

“But-! But if the book disappears, so will Natsu!” Happy cried as tears filled his eyes. Lucy grabbed Happy and hugged him to her chest, then put an arm around Gray and buried herself into him, quivering. Gray propped his chin on the top of her head, listening to her frantic, scared heartbeat pounding against his own while he watched the book continue to fade. He didn’t know what was about to happen, and he held his breath as the book faded completely and disappeared in waves of light into the sky. He felt Lucy’s body jerk as she stifled a sob.

They all looked up with a jolt as they heard the soft scrape of sandals against the pavement.

Down the path, staggering like a drunk but very much alive, was Natsu Dragneel.

“Yo!” he grinned at them with a lazy wave. “It’s all over.” Lucy clapped her hands to her mouth as the tears of joy spilled from her eyes, and Happy jumped from her arms to spawn his wings and zoom over to his beloved friend with a cry of glee. Lucy was much too weak to do so, so she just rested comfortably against Gray— not that he was gonna complain. Happy nuzzled Natsu joyfully for a moment until the dragon-slayer settled him down and looked at Lucy and Gray with a serious expression. “Hey… I don’t think the First Master made it.” The joyful atmosphere was obliterated in an instant. “I don’t think she would want us to be sad, though. I have this weird feeling… She wanted it to end this way.”

“That right?” Gray mused. It was definitely a Natsu thing to say.

“Yeah! So,” that big grin of his appeared on his beat-up, bruised face. “Let’s return to the guild with big smiles on our faces, yeah?” They were all in agreement, of course. Natsu turned to start heading back to the guild, and Lucy rose to follow but wobbled precariously.

“Yo, Natsu! Lucy and I will catch up in a sec, okay?” he called after him as he grabbed ahold of her wrist to keep her there, for which she looked down at him quizzically. Natsu didn’t even bother to turn, just signaled that he had heard with another lazy wave. Lucy was still staring at him in confusion as he stood up.

“Huh? Gray, what is it?”

Gray was never really good with words. He was a man of action—so act he did, by grabbing Lucy under the chin to pull her face up and kiss her. He smothered a squeak of alarm and resistance, and she grabbed onto his bandages since his shirt wasn’t there, but her fingers uncurled after a second to spread out over his chest, right over where his heart was beating. Gray held the kiss for a few seconds, and when he pulled back, her eyelashes fluttered, and her eyes opened to reveal brown pools swirling with both happiness and befuddlement.

“You didn’t have to take me by surprise like that,” she pouted.

“I didn’t feel like talking. What? You not like it or something?”

“N-no, it’s… Not that…” She grew flustered and embarrassed, looking down at her feet as she blushed. She’s cute when she does that. “I, um… You too. I mean, I uh… Feel the same…” As she struggled with voicing her emotions, she hid her face in her hands miserably. Gray snorted with laughter and patted her on the head.

“See now why I didn’t say it?” All he got was a begrudging whine, which made him laugh again. While she was distracted with short-circuiting, he decided to keep teasing her and easily scooped her into his arms like a groom would his bride.

“Ack! Gray! Hey! I can walk, y’know?” she protested weakly but fell still after a few kicks of her feet once she realized she was too tired. She looked at him with pursed lips as she curled into him, her slim arm sliding around his neck to fiddle with the ends of his dark hair. “Juvia’s gonna kill me, you know.”

“I can handle her,” he chuckled and began walking after Natsu, who had disappeared into the ruins of the city. She laid her head on his shoulder, eyes drooping as she continued to smile that sweet, sweet smile he loved so damn much.

“Do you think it’s over?”

“I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter,” he said and looked down at her with a smirk. “We’ll keep fighting together, no matter what.”

“M-hmm,” she nodded in agreement. She fiddled with his hair continuously, her fingers sliding in and out of the blue-black strands and curling them around her fingertips; his hair was obviously her favorite part about him. He suddenly got an idea. She squeaked as he lifted her a bit to press his ear against her chest. “Gray! Hey!” He could hear it there, that soft flutter and steady drum.

“Shut up. I just wanted to hear your heartbeat a minute.” He couldn’t decide now if he liked that more than her smile.

“… You’re so weird…” He looked up to scowl at her and found her face pink, meaning that she also found it incredibly romantic. He grinned and settled her back into his arms as he strode down the ruined streets of Magnolia, on to an unknown future.

Well, it wasn’t entirely unknown. It would have Lucy in it, for sure.

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[moeruhoshi]

What about one where Lucy sees Natsu’s latest pictures from a “sexy photoshoot” he had to do for Weekly Sorcerer and afterwards she can’t stopping checking him out/fantasizing about him while out the guild. Later when he sneaks into her apartment she can’t take it anymore and just jumps him right there. They can already be dating or right on the edge of becoming a couple at the start of the story, your choice.

Lucy heard the familiar sound of mail being pushed through the slot of her door, excitedly pulling her out of bed to run and collect the pile. It was the release date for the newest edition of Sorcerer Weekly and she was excited to see if they had printed her letter about requesting more female mages for positions other than those that wanted a girl with good looks. Not that she didn’t go on one of those at least once a month (for a break from heavy fighting) but she liked to kick ass a lot more than showing off her chest. She dropped the other envelopes onto her table and made herself comfortable with a cup of tea and sat in her armchair, flipping through the magazine with absolute patience. She had worked with Jason before and knew just how much work went into each page so she was respectful and took the time to read them all. Lucy squealed when she came across a page he was kind enough to dedicate, though was a bit stifled at the sight of her old photoshoot pictures surrounding the article. Halfway through her mug and into the ‘Guilds of Fiore’ photo spread, landing on the exclusive section for Fairy Tail.

“I wonder who he chose this time,” She snickered, thinking about the last magazine which featured Gray and Juvia. It was a bit of an intimate photo shoot, Jason wanting to get Gray’s icy personality across to his female audience. Juvia has made a surprisingly good actor; a kabedon photo that had featured them both in underwear was one that Lucy would never have thought Juvia could stay solid for. Gray was a pile of embarrassment afterwards but Juvia was overjoyed to have had such close moments with her beloved.

Lucy choked as she flipped the page, glad she hadn’t been drinking at that moment or else the magazine would’ve been soaked. Natsu sat with his vest low on his arms, leaning back on a bed with red satin sheets, his chest thrust out, and his scarf discarded to his side. His eyes were buried with an unknown lust, lips lazy, and hair ruffled. In the next photo, he ditched his vest and thumbed the waistband of his pants, the front dipping low enough to show the pink hairs that curled into his v-line. It was angled from below to focus on his lower body, his eyes cast down and teeth catching his lip in a seductive hold. She blushed as she turned to the next layout, heat pooling low in her stomach at the sight of Natsu sitting in a throne, fire swarming around him as he sat with a serious look, pulling on his tie to loosen it. She was surprised to see him in such a formal outfit, especially with the title underneath calling him the ‘Heir to the Dragon Throne'. She chuckled for a moment, the other slayers would probably fight him for the title. Lucy let a whimper slip at the sight of him in black briefs, his thighs thick and spilling from the lower bands. He crossed his arms and had his scarf tied around his forehead; she always loved that look. Lucy licked her lips at the sight of his slight bulge, whether he was turned on or not, he always had a nice shape. She kind of wish Jason had asked her to join him, she would’ve liked to have Natsu pin her to those satin sheets.

The last few photos were simple shots of him showing off his muscles and in his regular clothes to show off his signature moves. Looking at the excitement on his face while he did a kickflip was probably more stimulating for her compared to the staged sexy looks he made.

The orange tinge in the sky and the rumble of her stomach were enough to pull her away from admiring the few photos for who knew how long, telling her to make her way to the guild that evening for dinner. She sighed lovingly, fueled on the energy of admiration for her partner, her mind swirling with heated thoughts of the dragon slayer.

Lucy wasn’t subtle as she mindlessly watched Natsu fight with Gray and Gajeel, her eyes wandering to his exposed abdomen and wild eyes as he fought. Mira caught her stare as Lucy was weirdly shoving her soup spoon into her mouth, whispering to Cana to pay attention to the celestial mage. Mirror images of him scantily clad on the bedspread flooded her mind as Natsu delivered a gut punch to the ice mage, her cheeks flushing at the view of his sweaty chest.

“Say, Lucy-chan, did you see Natsu in the Sorcerer Weekly spread?” Cana hummed, snickering as the blonde let the spoon slip from her lips and splatter in her dish. She squealed as the hot liquid jumped out at her, thankfully only spilling onto the table and not burning her thighs.

“U-Um, yeah? What about it?” She tried to play off her obvious blush, pouting as she noticed the girls that had gathered at the bar to giggle and gawk at her.

“It’s just that we got to see so much of him, you know?” Levy wondered aloud, the lot of them getting a kick out of her fiercely red cheeks.

“S-Shut up! Like I care…” She mumbled, it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen that much of him anyway, they shared quite the intimate friendship. They’d been in more than one awkwardly affectionate tussles that had almost led to something more. Lucy couldn’t help but let one or two soft moans past her lips when he pinned her to the bed, both of them tired with heaving chests. She would always try her best to look to be ready to kissed, usually always wearing chapstick and a low cut shirt, her hair tousled from their wrestling. He’d grin above her, his chest rumbling with a purr before pulling away with a laugh and stretching, always saying that Lucy could never beat him.

She was quick to escape the guild before Mira could have the girls surround her, sighing in the cool breeze that fanned her face. Frowning, she rose her hands above her head, ready to take a hot bath and fall asleep with her personal fantasies of Natsu. She might consider getting that bedspread herself if it looked as soft as it did under his hands.

“Oi, Luce,” Natsu grunted as he lugged himself through her window and plopped down on her bed. She sat in front of her mirror, setting down her hair dryer as she just finished using it. “You left without me.”

“Sorry about that,” She gave him a small smile, taking his hand that he held out for her. She shrieked, laughing as he pulled her against his chest, pulling them both down to fall onto her pillows. “The girls were pretty adamant about talking about your photo shoot.”

“I already forgot about that,” He groaned, tossing his vest to the floor and kicking off his pants, his scarf draped over her headboard. “Did I look good?”

“Surprisingly,” She laughed, “How did Jason ever get you to look so serious?”

“With a potion,” He snickered and draped an arm over her waist.

They laid quietly for a few moments after that, Lucy lazily drawing circles on his chest and Natsu shuddering under the light touch.

“You look nice in a suit.” She hummed, imagining what it might feel like to pull him by his tie and down to meet her lips.

“Eh, that thing was so damn stuffy,” He cringed at the memory.

“You seemed like you were having a lot more fun when he took photos of you fighting.”

“Of course! Letting my fire burn up the studio was the best part! Who gives a crap about me in my underwear?” He scoffed as Lucy giggled.

“Well,” She gathered her courage for a moment to pick herself up and throw a leg over his waist. Natsu’s eyebrow rose for a moment as she straddled him, her hands splayed out on his chest. “I do, just a little. Everyone got a peek at my partner. I kind of liked having you all to myself.”

“Oh yeah? I didn’t know you were the type to get jealous, Lucy.” He smirked, his hand rising up in her thigh. It rose goosebumps on her skin, her heart beating and lust for him resurfacing.

“Not usually,” She bowed against him, lips hovering over his as she smiled. “But I don’t want anyone else thinking about you the way I had been.” With a slow rock of her hips, Natsu purred as she kissed him, hands eager to tangle in his spiky pink locks.

“What were you thinking about?” He groaned as she riddled his neck with open mouth kisses, her body eager to get out all her pent-up feelings.

“Your chest,” She moaned, suckling down his thick pecs, fondling his tanned skin greedily. “It’s so sexy.”

“Fuck, Luce…” He panted as she licked down to his belly button.

“Down here,” She smirked and toyed with the pink hairs that streamed below it, teasing his v-line with her nails. “I want to see it before anyone else.”

“And your thighs,” She indulged in the sight of him writhing, light kisses along his inner side. “You have so many cute parts, Natsu,”

Lucy yelped, suddenly pulled away from in between Natsu and thrown onto her back. He growled and forced a deep kiss onto her, both melting into the excitement of their embrace.

“You have no idea,” He rasped into her throat. “How long I’ve wanted you, Luce.”

“Tell me, Natsu,” She grinned as his predatory gaze held her down.

“You walk around looking so fucking hot like I don’t notice your hips or your chest when you bend over. Beating up the jerks that dared to try and touch you was barely enough.”

She bit her lip as he grinned above her, eyes giving him permission to let loose what he had been holding back.

“I love you so much, Natsu.” She mewled as he sunk a deep bite into her sensitive nape.

“You’ve always been my girl, Luce.”

[dramaticironyoflife]

Mind- Blown (Sanders Sides)

When you try to write a short fic but it turns into a five-page, 2,505 word long story that could have a sequel. 

I tried my best, honestly. I didn’t mean for this to happen.

Just some heads up, there is extreme pain in this and lots of hurt/comfort. Just a famILY taking care of their favorite Logical Idiot.

Day 1…  

The scream that ripped out of Logan’s throat was unexpected to say the least. Patton had just come out of the kitchen and was heading up to Roman’s to get him for dinner. On the way up, he met up with Anxiety who was just coming down. The two shared smiles, Patton’s wide and bright and Virgil’s soft and shy. Patton ruffled his Kiddo’s hair as he continued upstairs earning an exclamation from the younger side. Then they’d heard the scream.

Roman’s door was flung open and he was down the stairs before the other two reacted at all. Virgil was next, grabbing Patton’s hand and rushing after the prince. They found Logic on the kitchen floor, shaking and screaming as he clutched at his head. He gripped it tightly and screamed again. Roman was at his side in an instant, pulling at his arms and taking his glasses. Patton dove forward and took the lenses from Roman, so the creative side could pin Logan’s arms down to his sides. Logan continued to writhe in Roman’s grasp, twisting and jerking. Virgil stood shaking in the background, not sure what was going on. Roman’s eyes snapped up to Patton and Virgil,

“The red bottle,” he grunted, “in my room. The thin one! Get it, quickly!” He heaved the logical trait up into his arms and moved into the living room. Virgil raced up the stairs with Patton close behind him. Together they crashed into Roman’s room. Here Verge stopped, looking around helplessly but Patton moved to the royal’s bed and whisked a chest out from under it. The large box seemed to grow now that it was out in the open and Patton swiftly flipped up the lid and revealed the dozens of bottles inside. Some looked empty, others were carefully labeled with “do not open” or “warning: no cure found yet”, more still seemed to be holding living things but a majority were filled with various liquids. Together, they began rummaging through the box. They paid little heed to the dangerous looking bottles and moved them roughly back and forth. Finally, Virgil spotted the bottle that matched Roman’s description and handed it to Patton. The two of them hurried downstairs.

They found Roman, red in the face and breathing heavily, with a still struggling teacher in his arms. He looked up and a flash of relief went through his eyes as Patton hurried forward and uncorked the bottle. The prince held his breath as Patton held the vial near Logan’s thrashing head. A few moments later, the logical side’s jerks slowed and then stopped. Patton put the stopper back into the bottle and took a step back. Roman let out the breath he’d been holding and gently began to rock the other side. Virgil felt the adrenaline from the experience suddenly drain out of him and he sat down, hard, on the floor. Patton turned to him and noticed his shaking.

“Hey, Kiddo.” He whispered and sat down next to him. Virgil leaned against him and tried to slow his breathing.

“W-what?” he gasped. Patton gently pushed his hand through his hair.

“Mind-blown.” Roman said quietly, “Only effects poor Logan. I just gave him some sleeping potion. He’ll be getting over a splitting headache for a few days, but the worst is over, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded shakily but kept his eyes fastened on the tears that were still sliding down Logan’s face even as he slept. The dark trait suddenly slipped from Patton’s grasp and shakily walked over to the two on the couch. He sank down next to Roman and gently brushed the water off his sleeping friend. Patton wandered over too, smiling fondly at the others. Virgil let Patton pull him close again and cuddled against the fatherly trait, still watching Logan and Roman. The teacher shuddered every now and again and, when he did, Roman would shush him and rub soothing circles into his back. At some point Patton and Virgil ate but Virgil couldn’t really remember that. Patton carefully took Logan into his own grasp to convince Roman to eat. Logan’s face twisted in pain and then the dark eyes opened, blinking and squinting.

At this point, Patton had Logan’s head resting against his chest. Logan made no move, seeming to be processing where he was and what had happened, albeit much slower than normal. Then he tried to turn his head. No sooner did he start the action then he froze, gasping sharply as pain shot through him and shutting his eyes tightly. Patton dropped the newspaper he was reading as soon as he realized the other was awake. He spoke in a soft voice,

“Hey, don’t try to move it too much, Lo.” The logical side didn’t answer. His eyes opened and fastened on Roman, who’d come into the room. Then they wandered to Virgil, he seemed to be connecting the dots and then, slowly, he arched his head up and looked at Patton. The man smiled and gently kissed Logan’s forehead. The logical side blinked and then eased himself back down. Roman smiled and moved forward. He cupped the side of Logan’s face in his hand. Logan let out a soft sigh and leaned into the touch. Patton’s smile brightened up and he beamed at the two. Roman’s eyes had gone soft and Virgil couldn’t help but let his own anxiousness slide and enjoy the peace.

 Day 2…

               Logan was struggling to stay quiet. Roman was watching Disney and Patton was with Virgil in the kitchen, chatting while the other side prepared a simple dinner. The clanging of pots and stream of running water were two more unwelcome noises that made the logical side want to scream. The worst part was the he couldn’t just leave. His head was pounding painfully, and he’d already tried standing earlier that day. He shivered at the memory of throwing up into the bucket Roman had made just in time. Patton had condemned him to the sofa after that and he didn’t even want to sit up at this point. He screwed his eyes shut and tried not to cry at the pain. Tears leaked out from his closed eyes all the same and he curled up into a ball. Suddenly, a gentle hand lighted on his forehead and then soft fingers stroked his hair and Logan whimpered, the pain was unbearable, and this gentle touch was breaking the determination he’d held to keep himself from crying. The hand vanished, and he let a few more tears fell. Then he was being cradled in someone’s arms and his head was resting against someone’s chest. A faint “whoosh” reached his ears and then something cool and soothing was laid against his head. The relief, however small, was wonderful. He pressed closer and heard a soft voice,

“It’s okay, I know it hurts…heaven knows I’ve had writer’s block enough to testify to that.” Logan opened his eyes and looked up at Roman. Roman felt his heart tug in sympathy as he peered into those deep pools of brown. The logical trait always seemed very vulnerable in this state, one hand clutching Roman’s sash and his head nuzzling deeper into his chest. With a sigh, Roman sat back and Logan closed his eyes. With Roman’s arms wrapped around him he felt safe and secure. He felt Roman lay down gently, keeping the teacher against his chest.

Patton wandered out of the kitchen, pulling Virgil along with him and smiled at the two on the sofa.

“Oh! I wanna cuddle too!” He whispered excitedly. Virgil looked slightly alarmed as Patton pulled him over to another section of the coach and flopped down. The fatherly trait tugged on Virgil until he’d effectively settled the blushing trait in his lap. He cooed happily as Virgil hid against his chest and began to stroke his hair. Logan pried open his eyes and looked towards the other two, allowing a brief smile to grace his features. Virgil glared at him,

“What? I fricking deserve this. Fight me.” Logan swore he could feel Roman roll his eyes at Virgil’s threat.

 Day 3….

Logan sat on the couch, looking at the pictures in his constellation book. It hurt his head to read for long periods of time but he could stare at the pretty photos of the night sky with considerably less pain. He looked up as Virgil walked into the room, looking anxious. Then again, he always did look nervous. Logan followed him with his eyes and Virgil eventually plopped down on the floor directly across from the logical side. They looked at each other in silence for a few moments before Patton came in cradling two steaming mugs in his hands. He handed one to Logan before noticing Virgil,

“Oh! Well, if I’d known you were coming down, I’d made you some tea too. Do you want any? I can make you some!” Patton was already preparing to embark on his self-establish mission when Virgil stopped him.

“Uh, no thanks, Pat. I just had something to drink so I’m not thirsty right now. Actually, have you seen Roman?”

“He was doing some cloud watching outside, I believe.” Logan replied. Virgil nodded and sent a text on his phone. A few moments later, the prince entered the room, looking a little confused.

“Everything’s okay?” He asked carefully. Patton looked around before nodding.

“I think so…why’d you ask?” The fanciful side held up his phone,

“I got a text from Verge, in all caps, that said ‘COME IN RIGHT NOW’ so I expected the worst.” Logan and Patton directed their gazes at Virgil for an explanation. The emo side smirked at the prince’s reaction before taking on a more serious look. He turned his attention to Logan.

“Why didn’t you tell us that this could happen to you?” He demanded. Logan immediately looked uncomfortable and looked towards Roman. His eyes asked for some help from the romantic side, which left the other two somewhat confused. Roman sighed.

“Logan did tell someone. I’ve known for a while, actually.” Patton looked confused so Roman continued, “I stumbled upon Logan going through one of these episodes almost ten months ago.”

Roman was exhausted. The imagination had been particularly uncooperative that day, having him wander in circles and blanking out at times. He’d spent a long time getting everything under control and was now ready to sleep. However, first he wanted chocolate. The darkness of the mind scape was welcoming after the blank canvas of the imagination. With a heavy tread, Roman made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. He opened the freezer and pulled out a carton of ice cream. He then examined the fridge for chocolate syrup and made himself a generous bowl of the sugary treat. Humming in happy anticipation, he made his way back up the stairs when he heard a crash coming from Logan’s room. Then a sob. Without a second of hesitation, he shoved the door open and looked wildly around for the danger. He saw nothing but the logical trait. He was curled up on the floor, mouth open in a silent scream, tugging at his hair and writhing. Roman rushed over to him and grabbed one of his shoulders.

“Logan! What’s wrong?” The logical side didn’t seem to comprehend that he’d been asked a question. He twisted in Roman’s grasp, trying to get away. Roman jumped up and set the bowl of ice cream down on Logan’s desk. The spectacled trait would’ve normally given Roman a furious lecture about leaving items capable of condensation on his desk but Roman didn’t think of that now. He ran to his room and dug through his potion chest. He seized the concoction he’d mixed up for sleeping and hurried back into the neat room. A few moments later, Logan was sound asleep with a pained expression on his face, but at least he’d stopped screaming. The next morning, Roman demanded an explanation.

“It’s when a particularly troubling or paradoxical thought enters Thomas’ mind. Something that is very difficult to comprehend or seems to go against logic.” Roman explained to the other two. He stood and made his way over to Logan, situating himself on the couch next to him. Logan pulled his legs up and wrapped his arms around his knees to make room for the other. “Logan agreed to come to me whenever this happened as long as I didn’t tell you two.”

“But,” Patton looked innocently confused, “why not tell us, Logan? We’re more than happy to help.” Virgil raised his eyebrows and directed his gaze at Logan, asking for an explanation. Logan swallowed uncomfortably.

“I have no valid excuses.” He admitted quietly, “I kept the information to myself because I was embarrassed by it. It hinders productivity and I didn’t want to frighten you.”

“Yeah,” Virgil scoffed, “you did a great job at that.” Patton looked sadly between them.

“Well,” he sighed, “we can’t undo what’s been done, only do better. Logan, I am going to help you from now on. It’s what friends do.” Roman smiled and turned to Logan,

“I will also continue to assist you, Loco Baggins.” Logan glared at the nickname.

“J. R. R. Tolkien would not approve of your usage of his fictional names.” He quipped. Virgil cleared his throat,

“Just so you know, Logan, I will be personally dragging you downstairs the next time this happens and exposing you to Patton’s overly caring nature.” It was amusing to see Logan’s eyes widen so Virgil let it sink in before continuing, “If you try to hide this again, I will find you, and make good on my threat. None can escape me.” The other three blinked in unison at this threat and Logan nodded slightly.

“So,” Patton said, “anyone wanna watch a movie?” Logan grimaced at the thought of the flashing television. Roman caught it.

“How about we tell stories!?” He exclaimed, drawing all attention to himself immediately.

“Oooooooooh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Can it be about a dog? No! A puppy?!” Patton squealed, bouncing up and down.

“I’m totally turning this into a horror story.” Virgil warned. Logan shifted a glance at Patton,

“I don’t believe that anything over PG is a good idea, Virgil.” He advised. Virgil grunted,

“He’s gotta grow up some time, right?”

“No!” Roman hissed, covering Patton’s ears with his hands, “I will protect him from your evil ways!”

“None can stop my thoughts and diabolical ways.” Virgil grinned and was promptly tackled by Patton,

“I’ll save you, Verge!” He cheered, wrapping him into a hug, “Feel the power of my love!”

“I think your purity and innocence is melting my heart of ice. Which means I’m dying. Oh well, good-bye world.”

“Nooooooooo! My son!!” Roman chuckled at the antics of the other two before beginning to record the event. Logan cocked his head and tried to make sense of the situation. How did he manage to end up with such an illogical family?

So, here’s the question...should I write one about Roman getting a writer’s block? And, if yes, what are some other play on words fics I could do for Patton and Virgil?

[hanalwayssolo]

Between The Phrases and Pages

A/N: Back at it again! This time I return with my obvious bias lmao

Tagging some pals! @raspberryandechinacea @noboomoon @emmydots @bleucommelhiver @gowithme @hanatsuki89 @valkyrieofardyn @animakupo@lazarustrashpit @blindedstarlight @mp938368 @boo-dangy (i have 6 more remaining in the series, so to anyone interested to get tagged, lmk!)

(Links in AO3) Alternate Universes in Which You and I Belong Together: Noctis | Gladio | Prompto | Ignis | Nyx | Cor | Ravus | Ardyn

Today marks your seventh visit in Once Upon A Page, and Gladio could not resist watching you read his copy of e.e. cummings’ Erotic Poems with clinical concentration.

He tries to imagine what page of the book you are reading. Are you, perhaps, somewhere in the first half of As We Lie Side By Side? “I shove hotly the lovingness of my belly against you,” reads the first couple of lines in the poem. “Do not laugh at my thighs. There is, between my legs, a crisp city. When you touch me, it is spring in the city; the streets beautifully writhe, it is for you.” Funny how Gladio still has it memorized. He can recite the words by heart, even if each line has been soiled by the memory of the nights he made love to his wife—or his ex-wife, rather. The prefix still pricks like a barbed wire at the tip of his tongue.

Gladio dismisses the horrible thought and chooses to study your face instead. From his cash register counter, he observes you sitting on one of the couches in the reading nook. He can see no sign on your blank face for any sort of reaction. Nowhere in the focused gaze of your eyes nor in the firm line of your lips can he tell what’s on your mind. He can spy a tiny tinge of pink on your face, and it might as well be from the heat of this blistering summer’s day. He’s dying to know what your thoughts are on the poem. In fact, he’s been dying to figure you out ever since you bought books of different genres in the last couple of days you have dropped by his bookstore. One day, it’s all fantasy and science fiction with A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms by George R. R. Martin and the rest of the books in The Broken Earth series by N. K. Jemisin; then the next, a couple of pastel-covered contemporary romance from authors he could hardly recognize. Two days later, you returned to purchase even heavier reads: Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace—both of which, personally, Gladio found a bit boring for his tastes. He had to admit that you did pique his curiosity when you picked up copies of Delta of Venus by Anaïs Nin, The Wild Iris by Louise Glück, and War of the Foxes by Richard Siken one lazy Saturday afternoon, or that particular weekend you bought all of John Green’s and Rainbow Rowell’s books—effectively shattering his speculation whether or not you’re into young adult fiction. But what truly earned you his admiration was that time you spent one Sunday evening glued to one of the reading corners, dedicatedly poring over Henruit’s Silence of Knowledge. That book is and will always be his personal favourite, and seeing you read it with the spark of enjoyment in your eyes filled him with a pleasant satisfaction.

As far as Gladio can tell at this point, the only thing he knows about you for sure is this: you certainly love books. There’s no doubt about it. Each of your visits never fail to keep him on his toes. What book are you going to buy next? What genre will you be obsessing over? The more you visit, the more Gladio is keen to know you. But what should he say to you? Usually, he can charm his customers with a simple “Hello, that’s a nice pick for today,” or “How did your last read go?” to make small talk, one that eventually leads to an often interesting discussion about their favourite books. With you, it seems whatever charm or charisma he believes he carries in himself ceases to exist. The first time he had tried to make conversation with you, you only smiled at him and left with your purchase without saying a word. His next attempts were a tongue-tied mess, as if you have been designed to cripple his confidence. But this time, he wants to try again. He wants to learn more about you. He wants to learn what specifically tickles your fancy, what turns you on—

“Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?” Gladio barely notices Iris sidling up to him, one elbow propped on the counter and one eyebrow raised in jest. “You know, you can go up there and say hello.”

Gladio scoffs. “And disturb them away from their read? I don’t think so.”

“So you’re just going to watch them like some creeper, huh.” Iris casts him a withering look.

Gladio, however, remains unaffected. Evenly, he says, “I’m not being a creeper, it’s called people-watching—”

“Did I hear that right? Gladio is back on his creeping business?” Prompto bursts in from the back of the shop armed with a box of newly delivered books. Behind him, Noctis is shaking his head, laughing.

“Like I said—” Gladio sighs in exasperation, tries to make his tone less defensive— “I am not creeping—”

“Sure, whatever you say, big guy.” Noctis pats him on the back, a snarky smile on his face. Prompto and Iris laugh. Somehow, Gladio is relieved that Ignis is off busily tending the café counter on the other side, else all four of them would have easily tore him to shreds with their endless stream of annoying banter.

Nevertheless, Gladio loves this banter all the same. He’s happy to have these four troublemakers by his side. Once Upon A Page would have remained a pipe dream if not for the encouragement of his sister, the constant support of his three best friends, and of course, the sage counsel of his father. At thirty-five, running a bookstore was never a part of his long term plan; Gladio thought that by this age, he would finally reach the zenith of some ideal adulthood: a stable job, a nice house in the suburbs, a loving wife to always come home to. Those things, simple as they may be, have always been part of his grand aspirations in life. But the last two years had all been a merciless undoing, as if his life was pulling a loose thread, happening stitch by stitch: first came his ex-wife’s betrayal and the subsequent collapse of their marriage, then came losing his job after a company merger, quickly followed by his father’s battle with cancer. Everything that held him together came undone so ruthlessly. He had no choice but to rebuild himself from the jagged shards of his broken life, and rebuild himself he did. Painstakingly, rigorously, until his old self became a shadow of the man he had once been.

Somehow, opening this bookstore became Gladio’s saving grace. Each nook and cranny of this shop, he had meticulously laboured and designed out of his rekindled love for books: the rows of mahogany shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, all packed with numerous titles of both old and new; the cozy reading corners draped in beaded curtains and fairy lights, decorated in the casual glory of mismatched furniture; the humble café on the opposite side of the cash register, one that housed tiered pastry stands to showcase Iris’s delectable desserts, and the expensive espresso machine Gladio had received on his wedding day—something his ex-wife refused to take and one he gladly kept��that Ignis now used to brew his signature coffee blends. There’s a platform with a mic stand on the other side, a tiny island surrounded with technicolour bean bags that hosted many of Prompto’s spoken word literary nights. In this small and quaint space, every spot is perfumed by the crisp aroma of coffee, every corner incensed by the smell of old books. Gladio never imagined that he would be owning this beauty of a sanctuary with his closest friends, and now, he could only be grateful for the tumultuous ups and downs of his life. Because now, he couldn’t dare imagine trading this bookstore for anything else.

Iris yanks the sleeve of Gladio’s shirt. “Hey, Gladdy—”

“What?” Gladio says snappily, narrowing his eyes at his sister. Noctis has drifted to the café to help out Ignis serving coffee to a group of sleepless college students huddled on the long table, while Prompto has himself occupied with the inventory.

Iris stares at Gladio, as if he hasn’t been paying close attention. She jerks her head in front of the counter. “Uh, a customer?”

Gladio turns to see you standing by the cash register, watching his brief exchange with Iris. The heat of embarrassment rises to his cheeks.

“Oh, hi,” Gladio says with a nervous smile. He mentally punches himself in the face for making a fool out of himself in front of you. “Uh, sorry about that. How can I help you?”

You shake your head, offering him a kind smile in return. “No, it’s alright. Um, so—” you sweep a hand over your hair, all the while gingerly sliding the copy of e.e. cummings’ Erotic Poems over the counter— “do you happen to have a new stock of this book?”

Iris leans over and checks the title. Startlingly, she turns to Gladio and says, “Hey, isn’t this your own copy—”

“Nope,” Gladio says sternly. He shoots her a deadly glare; Iris shrugs it off. Of course his sister would notice that. It’s only a matter of time before she figures out that he’d been purposely selling the books gifted to him by his ex-wife by hiding it with the rest of their sale.

“Is it true?” you ask. There is no judgment on your face, only a genuine expression of curiosity.

“Uh, yeah. Long story,” Gladio says, rubbing the back of his neck. He clears his throat and asks, “How did you like it?”

“I love it, actually.” A shy smile and a faint blush spreads across your face, and Gladio swears that for a moment, he forgets how to breathe at the sight of it. “It’s… sensual. The author has his way with words.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” he says, nodding in agreement. “In any case, since my sister had me busted, you can have it. Free of charge.”

You wave a hand. “Oh, no I don’t think I can—”

“No, it’s fine.” Gladio smiles, sliding the book back to you. “You’ve been coming here and buying a lot of books, and you’ve been keeping my sales up. So, yeah. Consider this a gift. I insist.”

You consider Gladio for a moment. The way you are looking at him right now—lips slightly parted, eyes searching in disbelief—sends his heart racing at an alarming speed. Eventually, you say, “Okay. Thank you. It’s weird, this reminds me of that scene in this Disney film—”

“You mean the one from Beauty and The Beast? Where Belle gets a book from her local bookshop?” Iris chimes in, still watching both you and Gladio with brimming amusement.

“Yes, that’s it.” You laugh, and Gladio watches your face brighten into a bubbling radiance. If your smile had his lungs forget how to function, your laughter might have killed him right then and there.

Iris laughs, too. “I think it’s quite apt, in more ways than one. ‘Cause you’re quite a beauty and my brother here’s a beast,” she teases. Gladio only frowns at her, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, but he makes a very handsome beast,” you quickly tell Iris. Then, a pause. A very awkward pause. Gladio looks away with a sheepish smile, hoping against hope he isn’t blushing like an idiot this time around. Meanwhile, Iris is grinning from ear to ear. You nervously stammer, “Uh, I mean, well… never mind.” You heave a sigh and hurriedly say, “I’m so sorry. Thank you so much for this, um—” you squint at Gladio’s nametag, then at Iris’s— “Gladio. And you, too, Iris. Anyway, I gotta go. Bye.”

Gladio and Iris watch you hastily march out of the bookstore, the sound of the metal wind chimes tinkling at your departure.

Iris is still smiling as if she had won the lottery. Wearing a triumphantly teasing look, she says. “Wipe that blush off your face, you handsome beast.”

“Yes, you handsome beast,” Prompto repeats. He is leaning on a shelf, arms crossed over his chest, flashing Gladio a cheeky grin. On the other hand, from across the room behind the café counter, Noctis is looking at him with a giddy smile. So does Ignis.

“Can it, all of you,” he says out of annoyance, but he cannot help the smile that curls the corners of his mouth. He has to admit: he likes the way his name sounds in your lips, how it softly rolls off with the lilt of your voice.

Slowly, it dawns on him that he had forgotten to do one simple thing.

He had forgotten to ask for your name.

Today marks your seventh visit in Once Upon A Page, and you finally catch a glimpse of Mr. Muscle Man’s name tag.

You try to forget how you have so easily embarrassed yourself in front of Mr. Muscle Man—or Gladio, rather—with something completely tactless. A handsome beast. Who casually says that in the middle of a decent conversation? Either way, what’s done is done.

Walking back to your apartment, you clutch the book in your hands. Some part of you wants to entertain the distracting idea that a stranger entrusted you with such an intimate piece of literature, but you are only touched by his gesture. You can only hope that Gladio has not caught you blushing as you read through e.e. cummings’ Erotic Poems, especially when you got to the last half of As We Lie Side By Side. “O mountain, you cannot escape me,” read the remaining lines of the poem. “Your roots are anchored in my silence; therefore, oh mountain, skillfully murder my breasts, still and always I will hug you solemnly into me.” Back in the bookstore, you couldn’t help imagine the rich baritone of his velvety voice reading the lines of the poem to you—or quite madly, you couldn’t help imagine how he’s doing all these carnal things to you that the warmth on your cheeks had traveled between your legs…

You expel the foolish thought, shaking your head at your own severely inappropriate imagination. It is quite obvious that Gladio is awfully attractive and one heck of a devastatingly handsome man; but the guilt of reducing him to a beacon of a fantasy weighs heavy on your stomach. He deserves more than that. After all, with the generosity and hospitality he has extended to you throughout your visits, what you truly want is to earn his friendship. In fact, you’re dying to know what his thoughts are on the poem. You’re dying to know his personal tastes in books. Not once had he ever judged you on your selection of purchases, and you could not help but wonder what his favourite book could be. Or if he even has one. How can a man like him who’s running a lovely bookstore possibly pick a favourite?

As far as you can tell at this point, the only thing you know about Gladio with much certainty is this: he loves books. There’s no doubt about it. He wouldn’t be tending to a bookstore if he didn’t. And that fact alone makes him a hundred times more attractive, which now makes each of your bookstore trips a bit more troublesome. What if he sees you staring at him? What if you see him staring back? The more you visit, the more you are drawn to know Gladio. But what should you say to him? Clearly, you cannot even begin to formulate a normal sentence without embarrassing yourself—as already exhibited in your earlier exchange. Besides, in his attempts to make conversation with you, you always end up shrugging him off with an awkward smile out of your nervousness. You hope he does not think you are too rude or callous. Because this time, you want to properly return his kindness. You want to learn more about him. You want to learn what stirs his curiosity, what makes him smile—

Someone is tapping you over your shoulder. “Uh, excuse me?”

You freeze for a moment. The sound of that voice sends your heart beating violently against your chest. It’s a voice you can probably pick out even in a crowded room. You turn around and see Gladio, all flustered and breathless.

“Hey, so. I think this is yours,” he says, handing you a phone. Which you first find strange. Then, for another second, you realize that it is your phone. Shit. How reckless can you get today?

“Oh my god, I… uh, thank you. So, so much,” you say in a stupefied relief, taking your phone from his hand. “I probably wouldn’t realize that I left this until I reached my apartment.” The sidewalk is glazed with the summer heat and you are already a few blocks away from his bookstore that you just have to ask: “You didn’t happen to run all the way here, did you?”

“Well, I had to,” Gladio says with a crack of laughter. “But it’s fine. I think you’re worth chasing after.” He pauses, then quickly adds, “Because y’know, you left your phone. And besides—” he scratches his cheek, hesitates for a brief moment, then runs a hand through his ponytailed hair— “you got my name but I never got yours.”

You try to chew the smile that threatens to escape your lips, but you fail miserably. You regard him curiously for a second, narrowing your eyes at him. “Do you always ask the name of your customers?”

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “Usually I don’t need to ask since they give it to me on their own.”

You roll your eyes. “Right. Of course. Very charming.”

“So you think I’m charming?”

“Haven’t decided on that yet.”

“How about you decide on that after one date?”

A stunned silence. The cacophony of honking cars and bustling pedestrians fill in the wordlessness. You stare at him and with uncertainty, you repeat, “One date? Are you… asking me out?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.” Gladio nods with a smile. The way his smile illuminates his face, you can promise that this summer afternoon has never been brighter. He digs his hands on the pocket of his jeans, his expression suddenly dubious. “Is it… too soon?”

“No, not at all,” you say. “I’d love to go.”

The said date did prove that Gladio is, indeed, one charming man. Excruciatingly charming, even. Without a shadow of a doubt. He had arranged to close Once Upon A Page the rest of the evening just for the two of you. Without the sight of customers flocking his shop, the place looks even more magical: the whimsical arrangement of furniture, the towers of bookshelves teeming with books, the soft jazz music wafting from the stereo. The both of you spent hours in the reading nook talking about books, trading recommendations, and exchanging good-hearted criticism on reads that never quite left a mark on your reading experience. (”I gave up halfway on Atlas Shrugged, just so you know. While I support Dagny Taggart as a badass female protagonist, it all felt too... wordy? Prosaic? I don’t know how to describe it,” you tell him when he asked you what you thought of the Ayn Rand book you once bought, and he couldn’t help but laugh, because he, too, felt the same.) The majority of the night was then wasted away in a comfortable silence reading each other’s favourites.

The said date led to another. Then one more. Then two, three, four, five... until the nights you had spent with him could no longer be measured in numbers. Days drifted to weeks, weeks meandered to months. By then, you could only measure it by the way he makes you feel each time you are together. As if you are home, as if you are safe, as if you have always loved him your entire life.

Today marks the night that Gladio openly shares with you the story of his life, and you look at him with a genuine kindness that makes his heart swell.

Sitting side by side on the couch of his bookstore’s reading nook, you rest your head on his shoulder, threading your fingers with his. Quietly, he confides in you the pain. It’s all in the past now, but he has not talked about the gravity of it all with anyone else. Not even with Noctis, or Prompto, or Ignis. Not even with his sister.

“So yeah, that’s why you found that e.e. cumming’s book,” Gladio explains. “Quite a petty move, isn’t it?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you tell him sincerely. He pulls you even closer, and you look up at him with a smile. “We all have our ways of coping with heartbreak. I remember my mum once telling me that we do all these things to move on because we put the people we love on a pedestal. And I think she’s right—there's a sense of trust in that, because in a way, we equip them with the weapons we know that could hurt us, all the while firmly believing that they would never wield it to do us any harm. So when they fall from grace—unconsciously or otherwise—the easiest response is to put the blame on ourselves, rip out our feelings and memories of them to be cured faster of the hurt.”

Gladio nods pensively. “Yeah, but most of the time, in the process, some eventually close their hearts to love.”

A solemn silence lingers. Then, you cast him a searching look. “Have you closed your heart to love?”

“At some point, I was about to.” His lips quirk into a small smile. “But then I met you.”

You say nothing. You can’t say anything. Did he just…

Gladio immediately understands the bewildered expression on your face as he goes on to say, “Y’know, you made me realize that I don’t want to live the rest of my life with my heart closed to others just so I could avoid getting hurt. To love is to live. To hurt is also to live. I’d rather feel anything than choose to feel nothing.” He tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, and a wide smile spreads all over his face. “So I guess what I’m trying to say here is yes, I'm in love with you.”

Again, you say nothing. Instead, you meet his lips with yours. Somewhere, you hear the wild cheers from Iris and Noctis, and Prompto saying, “Get a room, you two!” but you didn’t pay anyone any mind. Gladio doesn’t mind them, either. Because he kisses you as if the world is on fire and your mouth is the only way to extinguish the flames. He has been used to carrying the burden alone, but with you, the burden feels lighter. With you, he feels like he is home. Like he is safe. Like he has always loved you his entire life.