#i think that was the sole moment they both bared their hearts to one another entirely

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i guess it’s less that they Completely Understood each other and more that . just. they met each other at the perfect time . they had a bond that could never be replaced . they could be their true selves around each other, even if it only lasted for a year or two . but it still meant so much to the both of them !!! those two years alone meant so much more than the ten years they spent apart and that completely fucking Destroys me . they had something that neither one of them would ever find again and if it’s not Total Understanding then i truly believe it was unconditional love . soulmatism. the feeling of finding your other half . they had each other for two little years and it was the single most vibrant blue spring of their lives

[enhaheeseung]

BREAK UP - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader

Warnings: crying, break up, angst, cursing, heartbreak, arguments.

Word count: 2,072k

Note: I'm just writing a few drabbles for now, hoping to get my engagement up a bit. This is really rushed, so it’s not good, but oh well.

Part 2 Part 3

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“Babe, when are you coming to bed?”

It’s twelve am, and you have been waiting hours past your bedtime so you can finally go to sleep with your boyfriend for the first time in literal months.

It’s been a while since he started working from home, and you thought that would free up some space for you both to spend time together.

You thought you guys could go back to normal like how you used to be but now it seemed like he worked even more after being able to work from home on top of his promotion.

You received no answer, and you sighed. This had been going on for months, him ignoring you and solely focusing on work. You disappointedly slipped under the covers so you could patiently wait for him to be finished.

Staring at the clock, you counted down every minute until a full thirty minutes passed.

You decided to give it another go thinking half hour may have been enough time for him to conclude his work. “Honey, it’s so late,” your voice is groggy, eyes half opened, and you’re still worried about your boyfriend’s well-being. How could you not be when he barely ate and barely slept anymore? The last time you two spent quality time together was so long ago you couldn’t even remember. “Please come to bed. I know you’re tired.”

He snaps at your words, only increasing the annoyance that he currently feels. “Can you just stop talking, damn?!” He agitatedly shouts out of nowhere, turning his head in your direction with an angry expression plastered on his tired features.

Startled by the sudden loudness of his tone you jumped a little bit not used to him speaking to you that way. “S-sorry I was just worried” you tucked back under the covers your heart aching in your chest cause of what he said to you.

He was always on edge lately, but you never received that type of treatment from him. Ever even in your five years of dating, he has always been respectful to you.

“You’re sorry?” he scoffs. “You should be sorry I’m the one working hard every day to provide for you and all the frivolous bullshit you buy, and this is the thanks I get. Do me a favor and stop fucking bothering me while I’m working,” he rubs his temples, turning his attention back to his computer.

It most certainly wasn’t the first time he’d said such harsh words to you after your constant nagging for him to eat and sleep more, but this was the first time you felt pure anger from him, and it worried you cause he was never this bad before and you feared that as time went on like this it would just get worse.

“O-okay.” You looked at his stressed back, noticing how tense his shoulders were, and you felt bad knowing he was taking on all of the work to provide for you both. Apparently, all you were doing was bothering him, but you weren’t doing it intentionally. “I guess it’s a crime to care about my boyfriend.” Your voice broke a little, and you turned your back to him, calling it quits for the night. He could come to bed whenever he wanted.

“You know what?” He shuts the computer and sighs. “I think.” he pauses for a moment, the silence getting the best of your nerves cause you were scared about what he was going to say. “We should just break up.”

His words dangle in the air for minutes, and within those minutes, you feel tears pricking your eyes and your heart breaking into little tiny bits. “Hee-“ you sat up now, looking at him with your bloodshot eyes.

“I know you’re going to run down every reason why we shouldn’t, but I’m done. I’m tired of this, and I’m tired of talking. I can’t do it anymore, and nothing you say can ever change my mind.”

You’re left absolutely speechless too stunned to even say anything not to say he would want to hear it or listen now anyway.

You’ve spent so many long years of your life with him that you couldn’t see yourself being with anyone else besides him you thought that he was your happy ever after and to hear him say he wants to break up felt like a dream a very bad dream never in your life did you ever think he’d say the words but he did and it came out so easily like he’s been wanting to say it but only now decided to.

And the thought made you upset because if he’s been feeling this way for this long why did he even bother to string you along knowing he didn’t see a future with you anymore after your guys relationship went downhill?

In the midst of your thoughts his voice brings you back to the present. “I’ll call your mom in the morning so you can get all your stuff and be out by tomorrow.” You don’t respond, and the only thing you hear for the next few hours is typing on a keyboard.

You would go to the sofa, but you’re literally glued to the bed, paralyzed by grief.

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and they definitely didn’t stop once he came to bed. If anything, they got worse when you felt his warmth so close to you but yet so far away.

He tried slipping his hand around your waist, but you slapped it away. “Don’t touch me,” you say through your heartbroken cries.

He immediately retracted his hand, a little surprised at first by how quickly you rejected his touch.

He didn’t care really he just thought it might comfort you a little so you could sleep since you’ve been up crying for literally hours but it didn’t matter one way or the other to him as he turned on his side and shut his lamp off.

Heeseung slept soundly while you lay awake, crying every last tear you had left in you.

-

When morning struck, heeseungs alarm woke him up. His eyes shot open, and he quickly grabbed his phone, turning the awful sound off.

He turned towards your side of the bed and patted the soft material in search of your warmth, but he found none.

His eyes opened, and he was met with a few luggage bags that looked to be packed already. He sat up confused for a moment until memories of last night flooded his mind.

He heard a rustle coming from the closet, and you appeared a second later, already fully dressed this early in the morning. Usually, you would still be asleep when he started work.

But obviously, today was different.

His eyes shifted throughout the room. Most of your stuff was already gone.

As you walked to each end of the room collecting your stuff, his eyes followed you, watching your every movement.

The moment he saw you grabbing all your ornaments, he felt an ache in his chest.

You didn’t have much in the bedroom, but those little ornaments had you written all over them, and it was one of the few things that made it obvious to him that he wasn’t living alone, and seeing them all getting wiped out made him feel sick to his stomach. “Y/n?” He mumbled out while nervously picking at his nails.

You didn’t answer. Of course, you didn’t. He said he was done talking, and so were you. Last night, you came to terms with this. It took hours, but you just accepted it.

You had to.

Were you going to miss him?

Yes.

Was it going to hurt?

Yes.

But you didn’t want to be in his life if he didn’t want you to be in his.

You continued to pick up the little porcelain cat decorations, and that’s when he decided to slip out from under the covers and walk over to you, standing behind you and taking the figurine from your hand, setting it back down where it had been sitting for the last couple of years. “I’m sorry,” he whispered in your ear while back hugging you, the warmth of his bare chest sending electricity throughout your body. “About last night, sweetheart, I was just tired and said a lot of things I didn’t mean, and I know that it sounds like a shitty excuse, but I really didn’t mean it, baby. I’ve just been so stressed lately, and I hate myself for taking it out on you. I’m so sorry I made you cry.” he closed his eyes, inhaling your scent, the one he’d been missing for months.

You hated yourself for the way you melted into his arms after all the things he said to you last night, but it’s just been so long since you felt his touch on you that you couldn’t help it.

You leaned into him, his body pressing flush against yours. It felt so good being in his strong arms again.

But as fast as you melted, you hardened up even quicker, slipping out of his grasp.

You started packing up your things again, keeping a good distance from him because right now you know you could easily forgive him, but you didn’t want to because there’s no way he could say what he said to you last night and change up so quickly in the morning you weren’t falling for it.

When you walked by him, he quickly extended his hand, grabbing you by your elbow, pulling you into his chest, and hugging you closely. “Little one, please forgive me.” he rested his chin atop your head, stroking your back softly. “I need you. Love, without you, I don’t have anything, you know that. Remember, I’ve told you so many times everything I do is all for you. I know I made a mistake, but I’m sorry. Please forgive me, please?” His voice shook slightly, and you could feel just how fast his heart was beating against your chest and the words were on the tip of your tongue, but for the way you feel right now, you think breaking up would just be for the best.

You two were living different lives, and the compatibility wasn’t aligned anymore. As much as you hated living a life without him, the thought of living a life where he was working and you were being neglected was something you hated even more.

Your breath got caught in your throat the moment his lips pressed against your neck. “Please,” he begged in between each soft kiss he left on your neck. “Say something, please,” he sniffles softly and rests his palms over your stomach.

You peeled his hand off your body, turning around to tell him that you were done straight to his face, but it was so hard cause he looked absolutely distraught. “Heeseung, I’m leaving, and that’s final.”

The sob he let out almost made you break down in tears yourself. He tried to cover it by cupping his mouth, but it was too late. It was one of the most heartbreaking things you’ve ever heard from him, and you had to leave now before you ended up forgiving him.

You quickly grabbed your things, wheeling them to the front door with him close behind you. “I can’t let you go, y/n. I-I love you.” his arms were secured around you again, and you stood there, trying to remain as emotionless as possible until he finally let go of you. “So that’s just it? What am I supposed to do without you, baby?” He asked warm tears running down his cheeks he looked so sad and vulnerable.

“You said you were tired of talking, and at this point, so am I. Goodbye, heeseung. I hope work treats you better than I ever could.” You unlocked the front door and opened it.

“Y/n-“

“Enough!” You shouted at him, losing your patience finally and letting all your months of pent-up anger get the best of you.

He stood there completely stunned by you raising your voice at him, and it left him speechless.

Even though his mouth was parted like he wanted to say something, the words just never made their way out.

The last thing you saw before slamming the door was his sad, tearful expression, but this was what he asked for, and he got it.

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Thanks for reading likes comments and reblogs are always appreciated sorry for any typos or errors I hope you all have a good day/night♥️

[kkami-writes]

that hufflepuff boy

pairing. hufflepuff!felix x slytherin!fem!reader ft! hufflepuff!bangchan, slytherin!seungmin, ravenclaw!hyunjin synopsis. The moment you stepped into the halls of Hogwarts your classmates had deemed you as the princess of slytherin, a title you learned to hate. If only they knew that the cold, seemingly proper girl was absolutely head over heels for Hufflepuff's resident sunshine boy, Lee Felix. tags/cw. hogwarts!au, fluff, maybe some angst if you squint, lots and lots of mutual pining, acquaintances to lovers, side seungjin, smut, slight corruption, public sex (library), virgin!felix, oral (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, pet names (princess, love), unprotected sex (don't do it), swallowing of cum

disclaimer!!! both felix and reader are 18+, consenting adults at the time of smut. word count. 5k (5,155)

The first time you had met Felix is during third year, on a random spring morning as the two of you were paired up during potions. It had been a rough first three years for you as the nickname of Slytherin’s princess had been pushed upon you solely based on your parents' old-fashioned views. Even in this more progressive time, there were still a fair amount of pure-blood purists despite it being an unpopular stance after the second wizarding war.

Still, people had assumed you had thought the same as your parents and being sorted into slytherin hadn’t helped your case. Reluctantly, you instead fell into your role as the prim and proper princess they thought you were - no one had ever bothered to even ask if you could think for yourself or had your own opinions. Although you did have a few actual friends, the isolation you had felt from your peers had made you slightly bitter. 

So when you’re paired up with a random hufflepuff who gives you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, one that could easily rival the sun - you’re a little starstruck. You don’t think anyone has ever looked at you like this and it easily makes your cheeks darken. He treats you like a normal person, as if you were already friends and it’s…refreshing to say the least. The last person you got partnered up with had sat as far away from you as they could and didn’t talk unless absolutely necessary. 

You’re surprised that you work well with the boy, him making small conversation and keeping you engaged in the potion work. Felix is nice, almost too nice, and you’re sure he’s like this with everyone but you still feel a surge of happiness when he laughs at one of your small jabs. You can’t help but think the sound is just as sweet as him. 

As class ends, you’re packing up your books and Felix waves goodbye to you with that pretty smile on display. 

“Bye! I hope we can talk again!” Then he’s gone and you’re left sitting there a little dazed as you stare at his retreating figure, something stirring in your chest that you’re not 100% sure of, but you do know one thing. 

And it’s that Felix is made up of sugar, everything nice and sun kissed freckles, and you’re pretty sure you’re fucked.

By fifth year you had fully recognized that the flowers blooming your chest was pure adoration for the hufflepuff. You had been sitting in the library with Seungmin, who was busy with his nose in a book and blatantly ignoring your obvious heart eyes towards a certain boy who sat not too far away at his own table; him and his quidditch captain Chan were probably going over some strategies for the upcoming game this weekend. Hyunjin was on your left, the ravenclaw busy with another one of his drawings he often did. 

You let out a small dreamy sigh, one that was barely audible but it was enough to have your fellow slytherin rolling his eyes and closing his book.  “Are you for real? You look so pathetic…how long have you been pining over that hufflepuff for?” He groans, throwing his head back. 

“Aw, I think it’s kinda cute,” Hyunjin chimes in, not looking up from his drawing.

“That’s because you’re a hopeless romantic,”

“Ok mister I read romance novels,” At this Seungmin’s ears tinge red and you think he might throw his book at the male. They thought you were annoying with your crush? They should look at themselves. With Seungmin thinking he was slick with his hidden gazes towards the ravenclaw or the many sketches Hyunjin had of the slytherin. 

“Can you two shut up? I’m busy pining over here,” They both roll their eyes at you now. 

“Honestly? I’m surprised he’s your type. I thought someone like Minho hyung was your type,”

“It’s because Felix is the only one willing to give yn any time of the day,” You swat at Hyunjin for that and he simply clutches his arm dramatically, whining your name. 

As you play fight with your friends (was it really playing though? The three of you were probably gonna get kicked out of the library soon), it goes unnoticed by you that someone else had been staring a little too long over at your table, his eyes sparkling as he watched you interact with the two who were usually never seen without you. He’s pulled from his thoughts as his own best friend and quidditch captain Chan nudged him from his tiny daydream. 

“You good mate? You've been staring at her for a while. We are supposed to be going over strategies,” He teases lightly as he watches Felix’s ears turn a little red. 

“Um, right. Sorry! I’ll focus, I promise,” Chan laughs, his signature dimples showing as he ruffles up the blonde’s hair.

“It’s fine, I should probably go study for my n.e.w.t.s anyway and we have practice tomorrow so we can go over more stuff,” Felix nods, agreeing with him before his gaze is once again glancing over towards you and it looks like you’re about to strangle Seungmin, while Hyunjin holds you back by your robes with a bored look on his face. He can’t help but laugh at your guy’s ministrations - he loved that you had slowly come out of your shell since third year and had found some good friends.

Well, at least he hoped they were just friends. He wouldn’t go as far to say the two of you were friends either, just acquaintances, mostly talking to each other in the halls when you passed by or occasionally partnering up during class. But Felix still did not have the guts to ask you out on a date, the fear of rejection controlling him. Chan is nudging him again and he’s pulled out of yet another daydream.

“Damn, you’ve got it bad huh? You’ve barely even talked to her for the last two years,” “Hey, that’s not true!! I say hi to her everytime I see her in the hall!”

“Uh huh. Why are you so interested in her anyway? Aren’t her parents blood-purists? I don’t think they’d approve of a muggleborn, no offense. And she is called the slytherin princess for a reason,” 

“Yeah but she’s not like that,” Felix is quick to defend you, not that he really thought Chan believed in those kinds of rumors - he was just curious about his crush.

“How do you know?” “Just- okay in third year, I remember everyone telling me to beware of the ‘slytherin princess’” he makes quotations with his fingers. “That she was cold and mean and definitely would not be nice to a muggleborn like me. But then we got partnered together during potions and she was really nice? And funny? I just thought you know, that she couldn’t be that bad. Plus! Seungmin and Hyunjin are both half-bloods, and they’re like her best friends. When we talk, just the two of us, she’s kinda shy to be honest. It’s cute and all but, when I see her like that,” Felix points to you, who is laughing hard at a joke Seungmin had said, both you and Hyunjin holding onto each other as you wheeze. The librarian shushes you loudly and gives the three of you yet another warning, only one away from getting kicked out. “When she’s alone with her friends she blossoms into this really bubbly and bright personality and I just - I want to be able to bring out that side of her when she’s with me. I wanna be able to get to know her more…you know…maybe ask her on a date,” He flushes at that and Chan lets out a low whistle that gets his own little hush from the librarian.

“Yeah, you are down atrocious my man. I think it’s time to put on your big boy pants. You should ask her out, after the hufflepuff vs slytherin game. After we win you can ask if she wants to go celebrate,” 

“Oh..that might be a good idea. She always comes to the games for Seungmin. But wait, what if we lose?” 

(Felix will later find out that you had only ever attended the Hufflepuff vs Slytherin games just so you could watch him, something Seungmin always complained and pouted about.  “I’M your best friend! You should be watching for me!! Not that stupid pretty Hufflepuff,” “So you admit he’s pretty?”

“I fucking hate you,” ) “Then you ask her if she’ll take you on a date so you can get over this horrific loss we have faced,”

“That…makes me sound like a loser,” Chan just shrugs. 

“Listen, if it gets you a date who cares,”

“Ok, yeah. You’re right. First, we’re gonna stomp Slytherin into the ground. And then- I’m gonna ask her out,”

Felix did not in fact put on his big boy pants on. While they had in fact won the game, he had frozen when you hopped over to him, a pretty smile on your face as you congratulated him on the win. His mind blanked, head empty as he just stared at how pretty you looked and how he wished he could give you his Hufflepuff scarf for you to wear. He wanted you to cheer for him during his quidditch games. He thinks you’d look breathtaking in yellow. 

But instead he said a quick ‘thanks!’ before running away, face completely red and leaving you behind with a small disappointed look on your face.

By seventh year, you were no closer to being over your infatuation with the pretty freckled Hufflepuff. Even though you had dated other people here and there, no one could compare to the way your heart reacted whenever you talked to Felix briefly in the halls. 

Still, you had slightly given up hope that the boy would reciprocate your feelings. Afterall, he had shown no signs of being into you - despite what Seungmin and Hyunjin had told you. You were still scared of rejection, that he wouldn’t be interested in a Slytherin like yourself, much less one still dubbed the princess of snakes. 

Yet Felix continued to treat you the same as always, greeting you in the hallways with that sweet smile of his and it never failed to put butterflies in your stomach. 

So when you’re paired up for a project in potions again, you can’t help the excitement that builds in your chest. It’s a more extensive project, requiring you to brew a particularly complex potion, needing to do research in the restricted section as well as write an essay. 

“Hey!” Felix greets you with that devastating smile and you pretend you’re not melting on the inside. His voice had gotten so deep and that blasted australian accent was constantly trying to make your knees buckle when you heard it. You can see Seungmin in your peripheral vision, pretending to gag over how pathetic you look face to face with your crush. Subtly you flip him off and you can hear his infectious laugh as he walks out of the classroom, probably off to find Hyunjin.

“Hi Felix,” 

“So, when are you free to work on the project?” “Honestly whenever you’re free, I know practice must keep you busy captain,” At the title his cheeks flush involuntarily, scratching his cheek shyly. Oh what you wouldn’t give to kiss his beautiful freckled cheeks.

“Yeah well, Seungmin has been keeping us on our toes. He’s always been good at strategy and as captain he’s really proved himself. But besides practice I'm pretty free too. We have practice on Wednesdays and Fridays. So we could do the project this weekend? If you want of course, we could pick another day if you want,” 

“Nope, this weekend sounds perfect,”

“Great, wanna meet at the library at one?” 

You nod and he gives you a small smile before bidding you goodbye. And that’s how you end up with a study date with one Lee Felix. (Neither of you had said the word date but you could dream and live in your delusions for a while. At least before Seungmin pulls you back down from the clouds.) 

Saturday comes much faster than you expect and you take almost half the morning preparing yourself - perhaps taking a little extra time on your makeup and hair. Of course you make sure not to go too overboard, just accentuating your features a little more, wanting to impress the way too pretty Hufflepuff. 

Even though you show up to the library ten minutes early, you’re surprised to find Felix already there with a book open and taking notes. When he looks up to see you his expression brightens up significantly, waving you over quickly. He’s rendered you speechless with a simple look and you can feel those annoying butterflies fluttering in your stomach. 

“Sorry did I keep you waiting? I thought I was early,” You say as you take a seat next to him, pulling out your own notes and potion textbook.

“Oh no, don’t worry. I uh- got here early to get us a spot next to the restricted section,” Your head nods in understanding as you bite back a laugh, the library practically empty due to it being a Saturday. 

After some brief small talk, the two of you get into researching the potion, taking extensive notes on how to properly brew the concoction without causing your cauldron to explode. It was a tricky potion, requiring absolute perfection in order to work. 

Somehow during your silent period of individual research, Felix had managed to scoot as close to you as possible, thighs pressed together and you thought your heart might leap out of your chest. You can smell the hint of his floral cologne and the urge to bury your face into the crook of his neck is overwhelming. 

The two of you stay like that for a while before you close your textbook, stretching out your arms and flexing your hands from writing too much. 

“Shall we check out the restricted section? I think i’ve read all that I can in our textbook,” 

“Yeah, same! This potion is gonna be a pain in the ass,”

“Tell me about it. I’m not exactly looking forward to actually brewing it,”

“Can’t be that bad, I’ll get to do it with you,” And there it is, those damn butterflies making another appearance. You flush before clearing your throat, moving towards the restricted section, having already gotten permission from your teacher and the librarian. Felix can’t help but find the blush on your cheeks beautiful.

The two of you moved to start to browse the new section, looking for specifics on the ingredients needed for the more intense potion that you would have to brew. Your eyes skim through the shelves, noting some of the more interesting books that you might have to take a closer look at later, specifically a fun book on jinxes that you could probably use against Seungmin who was always trying to create new spells to tease you with. And on the rare occasion the two of you would team up to bully Hyunjin instead, especially when he was bragging about acing a test he didn’t even bother studying for. It would have to wait for now as you spotted an old potioneering book that looked promising on the top shelf. Reaching for it, you cursed at how short you were - even standing on your tiptoes didn’t help as you extended your fingers as much as you could. 

Suddenly you can feel a firm chest pressed to your back and a hand resting on your hip, another hand coming to grab the book you were trying to get. Your heart thumps against your ribcage at the close proximity of Felix, trying not to think about how his body feels as its pressed flush against your back or the grip on your hips as he steadies you. Slowly you turn around in his grasp, blinking up at him as he practically has you up against the bookcase, caging you in. Felix is also looking at you, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face and the potion book in his hand.   It feels like you’ve been standing there forever, both of you just getting lost in each other's eyes and you wonder how many constellations you could draw against his freckles. The way you want to count just how many he has or if he had more in other places as well. Your eyes widen when the hand that was resting on your hip is suddenly moving up to cup your cheek and you wonder if he can see the way you flush under the dim lighting of the library. 

“Can I kiss you?” The deep timbre of his voice never fails to send shivers down your spine or heat into your stomach. You nod even though you really wanna say ‘hell yes’, you manage to hold back and not embarrass yourself, especially now when he’s asked something you’ve wanted to do since third year. 

His lips feel plush against your own, and you vaguely wonder if this was real. If Lee Felix was really here, kissing you sweet and softly like you were the most precious and delicate object in his hands. It’s a short simple kiss and you almost go to chase his lips when he pulls back, but you don’t have to worry as he doesn’t keep you waiting too long. He drops the book to be forgotten, as he brings his other hand to fully frame your face and kisses you square on the mouth. Your head tilts as he deepens the kiss, lips molding perfectly together. 

His tongue is swiping along the seam of your lips, asking for permission which you happily grant, tiers parting for him so he can lick at your own wet muscle. You can’t help the blissful sigh that falls from your lips and Felix all but eagerly swallows the noise, his pink tongue exploring every inch of you that he can. He has you fully pressed against the bookshelf now, your bodies slotted together, as if two puzzle pieces had been connected and you can start to feel something hard being pressed against your hips.

You can barely even focus on that with how dizzy the kiss is making you feel (though it’s possible it’s the lack of air as you’ve basically forgotten how to breathe). Teasingly you nip at his lower lip, sucking it into your mouth and he all but lets out a deep groan that makes you wetter than you’d like to admit. Eventually you both part for air, the two of you practically panting, lips slick with each other. You’re licking at your swollen lips, still able to taste him on your tongue as a thought pops into your head. You move to place your hands on Felix’s hips, maneuvering him so you’re the one who has him pressed against the bookshelf. He tilts his head and looks at you inquisitively, and you can’t help but coo at how cute he looks, especially with slightly reddened cheeks and completely kiss bitten lips. 

It’s only when you move down to your knees does he understand what you’re doing, him scrambling to try to pull you back up but you don’t budge. 

“A-ah! W-wait. What are you do-” He falters as he watches you glance up at him through your lashes, sweet innocent eyes looking up at him. Just the sight of you like this, looking so pretty on your knees for him makes his dick twitch in his pants, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 

You place your hands on his thighs, running them up until your fingers are playing with the zipper of his trousers and he watches as your tongue darts out to dampen your already slick lips. “Is this ok?” You question simply, watching as Felix’s resolve crumbles, nodding his head. 

With permission you’re quick to undo his pants, only pulling them down to expose his already hard cock. His dick is somehow pretty, yet it doesn’t surprise you - everything about the boy was just so pretty. You lean in to press small teasing kisses to his length, keeping eye contact with the Hufflepuff. Felix doesn’t dare take his eyes off of you, so entranced by you. As much as you’d love to tease him, to build him up until he was begging for you - the two of you weren’t exactly in a private space, so you’d have to do it another time (god you hoped there would be another time). You part your lips to take the head into your mouth and it has Felix gasping already, his head falling back against the bookcase and his hands finding purchase in your hair. You hollow your cheeks as you suck softly, his natural musky scent was mixing with the floral cologne he had put on and it was all so heady, making you slightly lightheaded. 

He’s completely lost in the way your mouth feels against his hard length, warm and wet, and he’s scared to finish too fast like some virgin (even though that’s exactly what he was). Yet he can’t stop you, blunt nails grasping at your silky locks as you blow him, eliciting a moan from you that vibrates against his cock. His bottom lip is between his teeth in an attempt to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping. 

Except when you’ve got his whole cock down your throat, choking on it slightly has a deep moan slipping from his lips. He’s looking down at you through half-lidded eyes, pupils blown and hazy with lust, the sight of you with your mouth absolutely stuffed with his cock has him twitching in your mouth. You can taste his salty precum in the back of your throat, desperate to see what his release will taste like. 

“Ah…fuck. Princess you look so pretty like this…’m gonna cum,” He grunts softly and he can’t help the small buck of his hips into your mouth.

You definitely weren’t expecting the nickname, but you found yourself liking it MUCH more when it was coming from Felix. You open your mouth with your tongue lolling out when he tells you he’s close, blinking up at him and he gets the message. He releases your hair to bring his hand to his cock, stroking it once, twice - before he’s coming thick ropes into your mouth. You patiently wait for him to finish before you’re swallowing his load and you definitely don’t miss the way he groans just from watching you do that. A giggle falls from your lips as you come to stand up and he’s quick to kiss you again, moaning from tasting himself against your swollen tiers. 

He’s tucking himself back into his pants but not bothering to redo his pants before he’s once again moving you so he can press you against the bookshelf. It’s your turn to tilt your head in questioning as he moves to kneel down, hands running up your upper thighs until they’re disappearing under your skirt. He loops his fingers into your panties as he looks up at you.

“Can I?” He asks and his eyes are still dark with arousal, completely gone at this point. You nod far too eagerly and he chuckles deeply at how excited you look, slowly dragging your (damp) underwear down, having you step out of them. He slips them into his back pocket with a smirk. 

“You’re not getting these back,” 

Your mouth is wide with his bold words, wondering where the shy Felix has gone. You don’t really have much time to think more about it before he’s diving under your skirt and attaching his mouth to your wet cunt, a hand coming up to your mouth to muffle the sound that leaves your lips involuntarily. He laps at your core, moaning against you at your taste and the vibrations only aid in your pleasure. You can’t even see him with your skirt completely covering him but you can’t find it in you to even care, the way his tongue is flicking at your clit has you whimpering. His hands are gripping at your hips tightly and you hope that he leaves a mark, a memory of this moment you shared with him.

He has you all but clenching around nothing as his lips suck on your sensitive bud and your back is arching off the bookshelf and your head is thrown back. Soft moans spill from your lips and the sounds go straight to his dick, feeling himself hardening again in his pants. It doesn’t matter though as his focus is on you and he so badly wants you to cum against his tongue. Felix easily slips two fingers into your heat with how slick you are and you let out a soft sigh at the sensation. He’s a little clumsy with them but you’re too far gone to really care, feeling your thighs start to shake and that familiar pressure building in your lower stomach. 

“Lix- Lixie. I’m close,” You manage to mumble out, not knowing how much longer you are gonna last, especially with how his skillful tongue continues to work you to your high. With your words he’s once again latching onto your clit with his lips, sucking eagerly and his fingers pushing into you faster. He hums against your core and you’re gone, your rather loud moan muffled by your hand as you’re coming against his face. Felix doesn’t stop lapping at your pussy until you have to push him away, feeling sensitivity starting to build. 

When he comes back up he has to hold you up, your legs shaking slightly in the aftermath of your orgasm. He’s quick to have his lips on yours again and you can taste yourself against his tongue. He can tell he’s going to quickly become absolutely addicted to kissing you, your lips so soft against his own. Felix is pressing against you and you can feel that he’s hard again, so you reluctantly pull away to call out to him. 

“Felix,” You start, suddenly feeling shy even though you literally just had his dick in your mouth. 

“Yes love?” It really feels like he’s trying to kill you with these nicknames but you push through, letting your hips rock against his and he’s biting at his lip hard to stop himself from moaning. 

“I want you. So bad. . .need you inside me,” 

He seems a little hesitant but he can’t deny the way his dick twitches just at the thought of being buried inside you. How warm and tight you’d feel against his length.

“Are- Are you sure?” You nod. You’ve never been so sure about anything in your life.

“Yes. I-If it’s okay with you,” Still you stress this point, not wanting to pressure him but you’d be lying if you weren’t still absolutely soaked for the boy in front of you. 

“How can I say no to you?” He hums, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around to have you bent forward slightly. You grab onto the bookshelf to ground yourself, biting at your bottom lip as you feel him grinding his clothed cock against your core. You’re about to open your mouth to beg him to stop teasing you but then you feel his tip pressing against your entrance and all thoughts are flying out of your head. Felix is gripping you tightly by the waist and slowly, almost agonizingly slowly he pushes in. You can feel every single inch until he’s completely sheathed in your warmth and the groan he lets out fills your belly with straight heat.

“F-fuck. So good, you feel so good princess,” He groans, his breath heavy as he shakily pulls out just enough so he can easily slide back in, setting a slightly uneven pace but it feels so good that you don’t even care. All you can think about is Felix, the way his hands feel against your skin, how sweet he sounds as he murmurs praises against your ear, the way his cock fills you so nicely - your head is so blissfully empty besides the Hufflepuff and you love it. He angles himself upwards, finding your sweet spot so easily and you clench around him the moment he hits it.

His hips rock languidly into you as he flips your skirt up so he can see the way his cock disappears into your soaked cunt. Felix is so entranced at the way your arousal clings to his length, you’re so wet you’re practically dripping down your thighs and it makes it so much easier to thrust into you. He knows he’s not gonna last very long so he grabs you to pull you flush against his chest, holding you to him as a hand wraps to your front, two fingers rubbing at your clit.

“Lix! Oh- Oh…’m close,” You mumble out, gasping as he holds you against his body, your hips trying to meet his thrusts. 

“Yeah? Gonna cum princess? Need you to cum all over my cock. Can you do that love?” He hums into your ear and his voice has you absolutely gone, Felix purposely making it just a little bit deeper. The way his cock is pressing against your gummy g-spot has you seeing stars. 

It doesn’t take long until you’re shuddering and coming, your walls spasming around Felix which has him reaching his own orgasm - spilling into you with his warm seed. Both of you are panting hard with you holding onto the bookshelf as if it was your last lifeline, practically the only thing keeping you up with how shaky your knees are. 

When he pulls out you whine a little, feeling his cum leaking down your thighs. He watches for a second, seeing his own release dripping from your pussy has a surge of pride filling his chest. After a second he pulls out his wand, muttering a quick spell that cleans you up, thankful that charms had been his best class. You need a bit longer to collect yourself, your head slightly fuzzy from two orgasms. 

Felix is busy looking you over, making sure your uniform is neat and smoothing your hair down. It’s all sweet and lowkey domestic, making your heart swell at the Hufflepuff in front of you. He smiles that smile you love and it baffles you how this boy could go from fucking you in the restricted section of the library to this innocent looking sunshine. 

He’s coming to cup your face again, leaving a few kisses against your cheeks before kissing your lips.

“So like…I know this is backwards but uh- do you like? Maybe wanna go on a date sometime? And be my girlfriend?”

[emchante]

broken confessions

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summary: in the haze of a drunken night out, you finally confess your feelings to max. but instead of the joyful moment you imagined, you’re met with a harsh dose of reality as max struggles to accept your drunken confession.

WARNINGS: angst, use of alcohol, hurt no comfort

w.c: 1.7k

a/n: first piece of sole angst posted on here yayy. however this was written for @inevesgf and is still solely dedicated to her !! you guys get to see too though, i hope you all enjoy. let me know your thoughts on this via reblog, comments or asks!

the bass thrums through the floor, vibrating up through your heels, but it’s nothing compared to the pounding in your chest. it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it— no, it was the fact that max was only a few metres away from you, happily dancing away with people he had just met that night.

it wasn’t his attention on others people that made your heart race; it was how deeply in love with him you were, though he remained completely oblivious.

inviting you out for drinks might not have been the best idea, because one thing was certain when you were drunk: you got honest— a little too honest.

that’s what got you to where you were now. you weren’t sure exactly what possessed you to do it— maybe it was the alcohol taking effect, maybe it was the way max’s laughter made your chest tighten, or maybe you just couldn’t keep it together any longer.

before you know it, you’re standing infront of max himself, grabbing onto his arm to get his attention. he turns, a little shocked, but his expression quickly softens, a smile overtaking his face. he greets you, his other hand ruffling your hair as he lets out a chuckle; he’s tipsy himself.

he asks you what’s the matter, and if you needed him for anything particular. you shake your head though, squeezing his arm tighter before leaning on the tips of your toes to reach his ear. then, “maxie, i’m in love with youuuu,” drunkenly tumbles from your lips.

max freezes, his smile faltering as he stares at you, eyes wide. all he can manage to murmur is a quiet “what?” which was barely audible over the pounding music.

you misinterpret his reaction, thinking he didn’t hear you. determined, you straighten up and repeat yourself, almost shouting it this time. “max, i’m in love with you!”

max’s eyes impossibly widen, panic flashing across his face. without a second thought, he moves his hand over your mouth, muffling your words. “shhh, not so loud!” he whisper-yells, urgently looking around to see if anyone heard.

you blink up at him confused, your words lost behind his palm. the look on his face wasn’t what you expected— there’s no joy, no relief, just shock and something which you could only recognise as fear.

after max finishes his frantic glancing around, he pulls his hand from your mouth. before you can utter another word, his hand is gripping your wrist tightly as he tries to guide you out of the place. you can barely hear anything from the loud thumping of your heart and the booming music, but you catch bits of max politely trying to excuse you both as he leads you towards the exit.

as max pulls you through the crowd, your mind races to catch up with what just happened. the warmth of his hand on your wrist is a stark contrast to the cold dread you feel settling within you. he pushes the club door open, leading you into the chilly night air. the sudden quietness compared to the almost deafening sound inside the club makes everything feel too real, too raw.

he finally released his grip on your wrist, turning around to face you, his face mixed with confusion and frustration. “what were you thinking??” he asks, voice sharp but low, as if to keep himself in check.

your chest tightens, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. your voice is small and trembling as you try to talk to him. “i couldn’t keep it in anymore—“

you weren’t able to finish though, as max is interrupting you again. at first it’s with a groan, as he lifts a hand to run through his hair and ruffle it, an anxious habit he developed long ago. “this isn’t something you say in the middle of a club, with hundreds of people around— and especially when you’re drunk!” he tells you, hands in the air as he tried to convey his frustrations.

the tears spill over, and you wipe at them angrily, embarrassed and hurt. “so when am i supposed to say it? you know i wouldn’t have the confidence when i’m sober.”

max’s eyes soften, but only momentarily before his expressions harden again. “i don’t know! but it was a mistake to do it now.” he harshly let out, taking you aback as your eyes widen.

“this was a mistake? i think loving you might’ve been a mistake too,” you tell him, tears overflowing now as your vision is too blurry to make out his expression. you rub harshly at your eyes, trying to stop the tears.

you can only hear max let out a frustrated sigh, as well as him fidgeting around. it’s silent for a moment, before you hear the ringing of a phone. you go to ask what he’s doing, but you aren’t able to as someone picks up on the other end too quickly.

turns out, max was calling you a cab home. the thought made you anxious, you didn’t want to go home with him, not when you were both like this. “i don’t want to go home with you, i’ll—“

“you’re not. i called a cab for you,” he interrupts again, shoving his phone back in his pocket. “you’re too drunk to be having this conversation. sober up, and we’ll talk,” he tells you, looking you right in the eyes.

it hurts him to see you so upset and broken about it all, but he can’t have this conversation with you when you’re intoxicated. he needs you to be sober, in the right mindset.

you want to protest, but at the same time you don’t. your mind is all over the place, some thoughts telling you to stay here and talk it out with him, while others tell you to just go home. you put your hands on your head, squeezing your eyes shut as you desperately try to gather your thoughts, but to no avail.

you feel yourself jump when a hand is placed on your shoulder, and you look up to see max looking at you, stoically. you flinch at the touch, not sure if it’s the cold, emotionless look in his eyes or if it’s the suddenness of the move. his hand lingers on your shoulder momentarily, and for a brief second, you think he’s going to talk to you, say something to make this situation better.

but he doesn’t.

instead, max’s grip tightens slightly before his hand slides off of your shoulder, and back to his side. “the cab will be here in a few minutes,” he tells you, voice devoid of the warmth it usually has, stepping back. there’s not much distance between you realistically, but to you— in your drunken state— it feels like there’s miles.

you stare at him, eyes desperately searching for any hint of emotion, any clue that might show he’s just as torn about this as you are. but his expression is unreadable, and it’s as if his emotions are locked away, behind the emotionless wall that was built as soon as you confessed your feelings.

“i don’t— i don’t want to leave things like this, max,” you hiccup, voice still trembling like earlier. “can we please just talk? i’m sorry, i was—“

“we’re not talking,” he states, shaking his head. a weary sigh escapes his lips, before clarifying, “not tonight anyways, not like this,” and he waves his finger between you both.

you’re not sure when max got so.. serious, when he was drunk. granted, he wasn’t as drunk as you were, only a little tipsy; but it still scared you. the reality was starting to set in, and you felt yourself go still.

you thought tonight would have gone better, you thought max would be happy to hear you loved him. you even thought he’d reciprocate the feelings. but now, all you could think about was how cold he was being, and how it felt too much like rejection to think otherwise.

you watch as his mouth opens, and your heart starts to beat faster as you anxiously wait for what he’s about to say. but, the words die on his tongue as the headlights of the cab shine through the darkness, breaking you both out of your own world.

at the side of your eye, you see max take another step back as the cab pulls up infront of you. you want to turn to him, ask him what he was going to say. but your mind betrays your wants, and you feel yourself walking towards the cab, hand resting on the door handle.

you’re frozen, as if you’re fighting your mind to let you stay and talk to max, begging it to allow you to fix the mess it created tonight. but alas, you end up simply opening the car door and sliding into the back seat, before slamming the car door shut.

you glance out the window, praying max will pull a move that would resemble something of a romance film. stopping you from going in the cab, regretting his decisions and pulling you back to him, allowing a quick and easy resolve—

but it never happened.

max just stood there, hands shoved in his pocket as his eyes drifted from yours to the drivers, giving him a nod to signal he was fine to leave.

the cab starts to pull away, and you can’t bring yourself to keep looking at max. the engine roars, and you look down at your trembling hands, a shaky sigh escaping your lips before you felt the tears from your eyes drop onto your soft skin. squeezing your eyes shut, you allow yourself to cry it out on the way home.

there’s no chat from the driver, no asking if you’re okay, but also no asking you to keep it down. it’s silent, and all that can be heard is the faint sound of the crackly radio, and your own sniffling.

for the first time since max had been brought into your life, you felt completely and utterly alone.

[dindjarindiaries]

Catch My Breath

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." / "I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you." / "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."

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You smiled so wide it made your cheeks hurt as you finally saw the door to your flat come into view. A trip that was only supposed to be two days had turned into three, nearly four, and you were long overdue for a reunion with Din. He might have enjoyed solitude, but not when it was forced—especially not from an injury.

But you weren't letting that Darksaber burn get anywhere near a blaster fight.

You tightened your grasp on your travel pack as you stepped up to the door and scanned to unlock it. Expecting Din to be asleep, given the late hour, you stepped inside quietly and and kept your excitement and relief tucked away as best you could.

Din, however, wasn't asleep. Instead, he was standing from a seat in the open living area, his brown eyes focused solely on you as the door slid closed behind you.

You grinned from ear to ear. "Hey." You set your travel pack on the floor and made your way over to him. "You should be asleep, you know."

Din swallowed hard. You could see his jaw working and his Adam's apple bobbing as he did so. Your brow furrowed before he even managed to speak. "I know."

His voice was rougher than usual, as if there were a bundle of sharp needles trapped within his throat. You continued to step closer and gave him a once-over. "Are you okay?" Your stare fixated pointedly upon his left thigh. "How's your burn?"

Din had his hands on your shoulders as soon as you were close enough for him to set them there. He was giving you the same kind of once-over, though his gaze was quicker, more frantic. His grasp on your shoulders pulsated. "Are you okay?"

You bit your cheek and nodded. "I'm fine. Not a scratch one me." You tapped your holster. "I barely even had to use this."

Din sighed, and though the sound was supposed to be relieved, it was ragged. The concerned knot in your chest tightened even as Din eased you into his embrace, a gesture he didn't initiate often. You still let yourself smile as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in the warmth of his neck and the softness of the tunic he wore. Even just the smell of him calmed you down.

You both wallowed in the sweet silence spent holding one another as long as you could. Din's voice was muffled by your head when he finally he spoke. "You didn't answer your comm."

Your eyes, which had fallen closed, snapped open as you lifted your head to look at him. "It never went off."

Din blinked at you. "I tried to comm you every day." He added the next part under his breath as his stare slid away from yours. "Multiple times."

Your heart split right down the middle as you offered him the best apologetic glance you could muster. "It must be broken. I'm so sorry." You nodded and lifted your chin in earnestness. "I'll get a replacement on my next supply run. Promise."

Din returned your nod, but when his stare met yours, you could tell he wasn't really seeing you. He wasn't really here at all. He wasn't present in the moment, and his mind was far beyond the bounds of your flat.

It was only then that you realized his hands, which were now pressed upon the small of your back, were trembling. You set one hand upon his chest for stability and placed the other against his cheek.

"Hey." You ran your thumb under his eye, as if the motion would somehow bring him back to this room, to you. "What is it, Din?"

His heart was hammering underneath your hand, and his breathing was only becoming more and more labored. You glanced down at his leg to see if that was the cause, but Din was standing on it just fine.

"I'm..." Din sounded as if he was going to continue with the word "fine," but thought better of it. His eyelids fluttered closed before he reopened them again. "I think I just... need to sit down. Catch my breath."

Din withdrew his hands from your back, forcing you to do the same as he sat back down on the seat behind him. He folded his trembling hands together and rested his elbows against knees, his head lowering as he attempted—and failed to—steady his breathing.

You went into action without second thought. You hurried to the kitchen area and prepared a cup of water. "Have you had anything to eat or drink today?" You huffed to yourself as you also grabbed a small bite for him to eat. "You barely do even when I'm here nagging you about it."

Din didn't say anything in response. You glanced at him over your shoulder and noticed he had since let his head fall fully into his hands. You quickened your work and brought both the water and the food over, setting it on the closest table and taking the empty space beside him.

"Have you been sleeping?" You lifted a hand to his back and rubbed soothing circles upon it. Din still didn't, or couldn't, answer. "You must be exhausted."

Din finally moved. One of his hands reached out and found your thigh, and you were quick to set your free hand over it. He held you tight, but not enough to hurt you.

Then his eyes shot open as he sat up more and looked at you, but all you could see was panic.

And Din never panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. You're okay." You nodded as you lifted your hands to the sides of his face. You lowered his forehead to yours, grounding him back to you. "And so am I."

Din's hands wrapped around your wrists, his breathing shallow. After his touch pulsated a few times, he tried to speak. "I can't..."

"I know." You kept your hands where they were even as you stood and set yourself upon him, minding the covered wound on his left thigh. Din welcomed you there, his arms wrapping tight enough around your waist to wed your entire front against his own. You ran one of your hands through the hair at the side of his head as your lips brushed against his ear. "I'm safe. You're safe. Everything's okay."

You waited patiently as Din finally started to catch his breath. He wasn't an anxious man, he never had been, but after leaving the child with the Jedi... that had changed. If you were being honest with yourself, though, it had really started to change the moment he finally started to open more of himself up to you.

Once Din had composed himself enough, he faced you and began to speak. "I'm sorry." His tone was thick with embarrassment. You frowned. "Being alone gave me a lot of time to worry about you."

You cradled his face and furrowed your brow at him in severity. "You don't ever have to apologize for something like this." Your gaze flickered to your belt. "Especially when it was my fault." You nodded at him for further reassurance. "I should've been checking in on you as it was, and I definitely should've noticed that it was broken."

Din softened, but then he deflated, as if his last remnants of strength were giving out. He then spoke words you had never heard from him before, nor ever expected to. "I was terrified. I thought something had happened to you. I don't know what I would do if that were true."

His gaze searched yours, and the warmth was beginning to return to his brown eyes the more he did.

"I’ve never cared for anyone the way I care for you."

You smiled softly, despite the guilt you were now shouldering. "I'm so sorry for putting you through that."

Din shook his head. "Don't be." He pressed his nose against yours and closed his eyes. "You're okay, and that's all that matters. Right?"

"Right." You caressed his jaw. "And so are you." Your tone became more inquisitive. "Right?"

Din reopened his eyes, even managing a small smile as his hands—no longer trembling—cupped your thighs. "Well, I do feel better now that you're here."

You huffed, letting your smile of relief, amusement, and strong affection melt against his as you kissed away his pain and worries the best you could.

[whorediaries-09]

hey I love your writing. I’d love if you could do like a James potter x reader where James is smoking and reader finds it really hot and has maybe there in public so she’s just sitting there really turned on and can’t do anything about it ??

hello, love! do you mind if i take a piece of your mind because this idea had me reeling. hehe, thank you for sending in the request!

can't you see, you're meant for me?

pairing- bsfdad!james potter x reader warning(s)-suggestive content, cigarettes. a/n- i'm a sucker for dilf james...sorry not sorry.

ps- this is very short :p. lmk if ya'll would like a part two hehe.

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you shouldn't be thinking about his biceps. not when you're out and about in public. but still, your mind doesn't stop reeling. you watch the sun rays reflect on his brown skin, reflecting the stretch marks he's got on his arms. they're beautiful, you think, as the veins pop from within his skin. he inhales another puff from the cigarette, watching as the smoke ascends into the sky.

'want one, love?' he asks.

'no mr. potter,' he huffs.

'i've asked you so many times to not call me that. you know you can call me james,'

'ah-okay, james, i don't want a cigarette.' he laughs.

'i don't think i'd be able to handle two stoners either ways.'

you're listening to him intently. at least that's what he thinks.

your mind however in occupied in the idea of having his hand wrap around your throat, as he'd push you to the wall, kissing you harsh. you imagine his fingers exploring every bit of your bare skin, with his rough calloused hands. you'd let him, happily. and even if deep down you know it was wrong to be fantasizing about your best friend's dad.

god, you couldn't help yourself.

'love, are you listening?' he asked, apparently caught up on the way you'd zoned out. you'd been practically zoned out, mesmerized by his biceps. he threw the cigarette on the ground, crushing it with the sole of his shoe.

you'd been caught. fuck.

'you seem lost, are you okay?' he said, moving towards you. he was wearing a compression sleeveless shirt paired with gray sweatpants. the ultimate outfit to get you reeling and drooling over him.

'i-ah- i zoned out, james. i'm okay,'

he didn't buy your lie. instead, he offered you a wicked smile.

'you are?'

'totally,' you answered, overly cheerful.

'and i totally believe you.' you blushed, cursing yourself internally.

'now tell me, what is your pretty mind thinking about?' he said, moving closer. you stammered, taking a few steps back.

'i-i'm just thinking about-'

'about?' he knew what you'd been thinking about. you could see it in his eyes. in his soft hazel eyes there was a twinge of malice, a twinge of mischief which you could recognize so well. and god forbid it made you so weak in the knees. you closed your eyes, trying to let your heart stop before you spoke the next words,

'you know what i'm thinking about, james.' he smiled lopsidedly, as if greatly amused, running his tongue over this upper row of teeth.

'do i now, love?'

'i think so, yes.' even if you're faking your confidence, he can right see through your act. he can see you crumbling from within as he towers over you, asking you mundane questions. and god does he love the effect he has on you.

he tests the waters, his palm coming closer to your face. you lean towards it, but just as your face is about to touch the crevice of his palm, your best friend shouts,

'oi! papa! i'm coming,' you jump away from him as harry comes running towards james. in your head, you hate how harry came in and ruined the moment. but you're also grateful because you didn't think you'd be able to control yourself if he held your face. however, it was safe to say the ride back home was more torturous than ever.

he kept tapping his fingers on the passenger's seat while he drove, seemingly nonchalant. but boy both of you knew it drove you fucking crazy.

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𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒 + 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 (𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏)

“Athanaxious. We are going back right this instant!” An adult male siren called out to his brother. His beautiful gradient tail of obsidian to violet shimmered underneath the water filtered sunlight.

“Oh stop being a prickly pufferfish for once, Vasileios. We’ll be in the deep once again in a moment. I just have to—“ ‘Athanaxious’ replied with a huff. No matter the uncountable times he had come to the shoreline, it was still difficult navigating through shallow water on such a rocky beach. His tail, an exact opposite of his companion with its sandy ivories and gold, flicked in all directions as it tried to propel him away from harsh terrain.

His hands gripped tightly to a leather sling bag across his exposed chest.

“Have to wh—“ The albino creature attempted to ask but was thwarted by a hash tug on his arm, “Hey!” He stretched out his arm to slap Athanaxious in retaliation only to pause at the sound of singing.

“All I ever wanted was the open sea and sky; freedom from the life I always knew.”

Both men froze. A chilly delight crawled through their spine, their limbs and eventually the tips of their fingers and fin. Vasileious had never heard of a voice that entrancing. He has heard several of his fellow sirens luring humans to their demise, but none of them could even hope to compare to this sound. It echoed within the chambers of his heart, the matter in his brain, and the longing that lied dormant within.

But then he saw it’s source and the features on his face soured.

A human.

You.

“Now all I am is haunted as days and hours roll by…” You continued with your song, and then you abruptly halt. The next line wouldn’t come out properly. Your eyes run over the words, slowly getting frustrated with how it wouldn’t fit in.

Athanaxious doesn’t waste a beat. He knew that adorably annoyed sneer you’d make and what would fix it. “All I ever think about is you.”

Vasileious gasped. Athanaxious never sang. Always going on and on about the safety of the sailors on sea and how he didn’t want their blood on his hands. Yet here he was freely providing his — quite literally — magical voice to this human.

“Athanaxious, what are you—“

“Than! You’re back! I was just thinking on ways to improve that verse. Thank you.” You ran, the ruffles on your chiffon blouse flowed through the wind. You flinched and stumbled as the pebbles scraped the sole of your bare feet. Your luxurious leather heels long forgotten.

“Of course, your highness. I wouldn’t miss our reunions here for anything.” Athanaxious winked, just like how you taught him a while back.

You chuckled. The siren had noticed how the clothes you wore contrasted to those he’d usually spot at sea. ‘Couture’ you called it. But all he could think of was those pictures of human prince and princesses, and thus the little inside joke started. “I told you I’m not . . . “

Your eyes trailed from your raven haired companion to the albino. Athanaxious’ tail always fascinated you, but the new siren’s looked out of this world. Further reminding you of how different the worlds you lived in actually were. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh, him?” Athanaxious rolled his eyes, another mannerism he learnt from you, “Just one of my older brothers.”

“You didn’t tell me you have an older brother.”

“Y-you didn’t tell me you were fraternizing with a- a- human! What would father think about this?Not to mention mother . . .” Vasileious’ fins shivered at the thought.

“Father knows.” Athanaxious shrugged whilst looking throw the bag he’d wrapped around him. You have gifted him many things, tangible or not, throughout your friendship. So he thought of bringing something back to you.

A pearl necklace. He was actually going to give you the clam it came from but judging from what fishermen looked for and spoke about, he thought giving you the biggest, shiniest pearl he could find would have been more appropriate.

As soon as you received the gift, you swiftly embraced him in an attempt to hide the empty look on your eyes before mustering the most sincere ‘Thank you.’ you could do.

“In any case, don’t humans have siblings as well? I just didn’t think it would be interesting enough to mention in our conversations. Our time together is often far too brief.”

“Far too brief it is.” You stared at the iridescent pearl. A sigh escaped your lips. “Than, I have an event scheduled on a beach—“

Vasileios attempted to cover his little brother’s mouth but it was too late.

“Magnificent! We’ll be there!”

“Excuse me, I didn’t agree to this—“

“—across the continent.” Your cheerful temperament dissipated.

Athanaxious asked, confused at why you seemed so upset about such a fact. Didn’t more events meant you get paid more in those currencies you spoke about? He shook his head, perhaps you were forgetting he wasn’t human like you always did and said, “Your highness, do I like I wouldn’t be able to swim there?”

“No, of course not. You seem quite capable.”

Athanaxious’ cheeks turned a dark shade of blue at your words.

“Besides you must have plenty of royal duties to accomplish.”

“I have no such thing—“

“Thank you for reminding me, human.” Vasileios’ patience had ran out. He loved his brother to pieces — he really, truly did — but feared the wrath of his parents much more. “Mother asked us to survey the reefs. If we come back without a proper report. . .”

“Oh fine.” Athanaxious slapped the other siren’s hand away, and then faced you with his sharp teeth. “Fare thee well, your highness.”

“You too, Than. Twas a pleasure to meet your brother.”

You sighed one last time. Annoyed at your lack of confidence in conveying the message you wanted to.

Athanaxious will find out sooner or later that it was your very own wedding he would attend by himself,

and the nickname he gave you? Might have some truth to it soon.

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] - status: unedited

Have an old ass draft that has collected dust atp.

If this gets idk, 1000 notes I’ll make artworks of our siren brothers and switch out the one I have featured on the header.

This fic will have three-five acts in total. Of which the story I’ve already planned out. It’s pretty much just a twist on the classic little mermaid story to end our pride month with a bang. We love our historic gays as much as our contemporary ones 🏳️‍🌈

reader is amab and will have more stuff alluding to their masculinity in later acts.

[ LINK TO NEXT ACT HERE ]

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[peachsayshi]

peachy peachyyyyy, if you're up for it! could i request kiss #22 with Nanami? lord knows that man wouldn't have to do much to leave me hot and bothered 😭

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 22. kisses that leave them all hot and bothered (102 types of kisses)

tags: sugar daddy nanami x reader (I just wrote this with them in mind but you don't have to read it as such); nudity; dirty talk; humping; scorching hot kisses; edging; fingering

notes: okay, I went a little overboard with this one hehe

nanami glances up at the mirror to take in your reflection. the corner of his mouth ticks into a smile, for whatever reason he likes the sight of you relaxing on his bed, resting comfortably on your stomach, snuggled in his terrycloth robe and mindlessly scrolling through your phone.

"I'm sorry you have to work this morning-" you speak, a heavy sigh of disappointment following your statement. you lock your screen like you know that his attention is solely on you, and place the device aside before resting your chin under your hands and shifting your gaze towards him.

"no rest for the wicked it seems" nanami replies, his smile spreading into a full grin when you finally catch his eye through the mirror. he turns on his heel, securing the cufflink around his wrist. "how do I look?" he asks.

you snag your pinky finger between your teeth, kicking your legs up and down and giving him a very obvious once over with twinkling eyes that make your lover's cheeks warm.

"you look good. really good."

he quirks his brow with amusement recognizing that something must be in the air that's feeding your mutual attraction for one another right now.

however, he still has to be careful, he can't risk getting caught in a turbulent current of a potentially compromising problem. but those worries subside quickly when you languidly shift your position so that you were seated properly instead.

"you like the new suit then?" he questions as he approaches the edge of the bed.

you giggle and his heart swells because your reactions, in every which way he can draw them out, enamor him.

"you look hot in anything you wear"

"likewise, darling."

his fingers find the knot around your waist, and you hold his gaze when he loosens the belt and pushes the fabric off your shoulders. you shimmy out of the material, exposing your perfectly naked form underneath. the robe falls to the bed, nanami reaches his hand to the slope of your neck, his thumb lightly tracking over the spots where he kissed you last night.

"I wish you didn't have to leave," you sigh into his touch, the dramatic reaction puzzling nanami for a moment. "I was looking forward to spending the morning with you."

your honesty sends a shooting arrow through his heart. nanami now resents answering the urgent phone call in his sleep, if he had just let it ring then there would be no reason for him to abandon his sanctuary behind the gates of heaven.

"I think you were just looking forward to having me cook you breakfast," he remarks with a sinfully flirtatious tone.

you stand up on your feet, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your bare frame against his. your seductive aura washes over him, the heat of desire sandwiched between both your ribs, and it coaxes him into submission. when your soft lips finds his mouth, you deliver a innocent kiss that pokes at his fragility. a surge rushes between his legs, one of his hands sliding from your hip to your ass, and he gropes at your cheek when you snag his bottom lip to taunt him even further.

"of course," you coo sweetly, "you serve me a plate of those delicious pancakes and I-" you reach back for the hand that's grabbing you and guide his touch to the space between your legs.

nanami's eyes fall heavy, your bewitchment masking over his every reaction.

"…let you have a taste of this."

nanami groans with frustration, his other hand digging into the flesh of your hip while he palms at your heat. "shit-" he mumbles, pulling back only slightly to look down at where he's cupping you.

keeping yourself stabilized by holding onto him, you start grinding your hips, rubbing yourself against his palm and he curses once more at the sensation of your arousal. the hand on your hip moves to the back of your head, and threads itself around your hair where nanami tightens his grip.

his hungry mouth finds yours, tainting the innocence of the kiss you delivered earlier with a slip of his tongue. you're doing an excellent job at tempting his hunger, but he knows that he doesn't have much time to play.

you whimper when he removes his hand, but refuse to give up when you lift your leg to hook around his hip instead.

nanami braces you, holding your lower back for support, and you swallow the deep moan he releases as your pussy presses up against his semi-hard cock.

"you're misbehaving," he scolds, “I can��t have you making a mess of my suit”

“please,” a whiny beg escapes you, your needy behavior mocking him on who is calling the shots here. “just one before you go”

this time you both meet halfway for another kiss, but his strength overpowers you and he seats back onto the mattress. you try not to crumple his perfectly pressed shirt, reaching for his jaw as you feverishly devour him. he finds your clit, using your arousal to coat the sensitive bud as he presses firmly down to add some pressure to his circular movements.

you stop kissing him and you moan with relief.

“your tongue,” you exhale, “It’ll be quicker for me…”

another demand.

your words make him strain against his pants.

so you were, in fact, looking forward to that part of the morning and not just the warm plate of fresh pancakes. nanami nips at your bottom lip, leaving a path of scorching kisses along your jaw. he inserts two fingers between your wet folds, the squelching sounds only making you whimper with zero shame.

“quick?” he scoffs into your neck with distaste.

he leaves a trail of pecks down the column, further to the swell of breast until he lightly sucks on your nipple. his fingers pump in and out of you, his mouth painting your body like you are both his canvas and muse.

he kisses your ribs, the space above of your naval, all the way down to your lower belly.

“you know I don’t like to rush this,” he lectures with a very pointed tone, his hot breath fanning to your aching core.

you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, “I know but…” you breathe heavily the further he moves down, “we didn’t do this last night, and I…I was hoping that we would pick up where we left off…”

goosebumps pebble your thighs from the vibration of his laugh, his lips now ghosting over your clit.

“I would love nothing more that to pick up where we left off,” nanami agrees.

he gradually pumps his fingers faster, the sound of the ticking clock subconsciously alerting him that he will definitely be late if he doesn't put a stop to this. he gazed up to look at you from underneath his golden lashes, watching as your neck rolls and chest heaves with delight.

he eases his movements then places a kiss on your throbbing clit, “so cute," he compliments and then retracts his digits.

the agony of his dismissal over what you want tugs at your face. “ken-”

he interrupts you by squeezing your cheeks with the same hand that was buried inside you, forcing a ridiculous pout which he kisses tenderly. “you’ll thank me for not rushing this,” he replies sheepishly.

he eases his hold and you can only stammer a few “buts” while he quickly refreshes himself, and with a final kiss to your to your temple he tells that he’ll be back soon before quickly dashing out the door.

⥽ requests?

[pinklemonslices]

wrote a little hurt/comfort thing because of the cancellation and the fact that i won’t see my glorious queen niko ever again, ft. a very sad edwin & established payneland :’)

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“I miss Niko,” Edwin says one day, barely louder than a whisper, when there are no cases to be solved and the rain pouring outside the office is particularly heavy. And, it’s one thing to think it — god knows he’s always thinking it — but saying it aloud is another thing entirely.

There is a feeling of grief that hangs over him like the rain clouds outside, that never really leaves, always eating away at his soul like the awful, hungry thing it is. Sometimes he worries that, eventually, there won’t be anything left for it to eat, and he will simply cease to exist.

The grief is always there, but today, it’s worse than usual. It’s unbearable.

If Edwin needed air, he would be short of it. His chair is the most uncomfortable thing in the world, at the moment, as his hands clench into fists around the fabric of his trousers repeatedly. His mind focuses solely on the grief, in a way he rarely ever allows.

“I know,” Charles tells him finally, and “I do too,” is communicated just as clearly. Charles gets up from his spot on their sofa — that really is too low to the ground for either of them — and makes his way over to the desk.

For a moment, Edwin thinks he is going to perch on the edge of it, as he usually does, but instead he steps closer, leans down, peppers gentle, sorry kisses on the top of Edwin’s head. Edwin takes ahold of Charles’s burgundy polo shirt, and clings to it like a lifeline. But that’s what it is, isn’t it? Charles is the only thing keeping him from falling completely apart.

Charles wraps strong arms around Edwin, pulling him into an embrace, so tight it feels like he’s trying to somehow crush Edwin’s pain, and that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back.

Edwin has never been one to cry, not outside of Hell, at least, but Hell was something entirely different. Now though, his tears spill over as if he had just been torn to shreds again, as if he were still stuck in the worst place, with the worst people, as if he were still being tortured, as if crying was something he did regularly.

Niko would have tried to cheer him — them — up, if she were here, but if she were, well they would not be sad at all. Edwin wishes sorely that he did not have to be sad.

It is unfair, is what it is. It is unfair that Niko is dead. Someone as kind, and caring, and charming as Niko did not deserve to die, to be killed.

It is unfair that Edwin was given a friend, only for her to be ripped away from him. Only for him to have to watch it happen.

Edwin holds onto Charles a little tighter.

He doesn’t keep track of how long they stay like that, but at some point Charles starts crying too, and at another, the both of them manage to stop. Sometime after that, Edwin is able to let go of Charles’s shirt, and Charles pulls away enough to see Edwin’s face. He is sure it isn’t a pretty sight to behold.

And yet Charles smiles a sad sort of smile, and presses a kiss to Edwin’s lips. Edwin’s stomach swoops and his still heart flutters, the way it always does when they kiss. He does not think he will ever get used to it, but he is alright with that.

Niko would have cheered. She would have grinned so wide, and lamented about her inability to take a picture of them. Edwin’s eyes sting, but the tears don’t return.

“She would have loved this — us,” He says, when they eventually break apart. The sound of his voice is like nails on a chalkboard. “She would have been so happy. I told her of my confession in Hell, you know. I wish I could have told her of this. I wish she could see us now.” I wish I could see her now.

Charles kisses his nose. “I bet she can, love. Bet she’s smiling.”

Edwin opens his mouth to say something, once, twice, too many times, to no success. Instead, he offers a small nod.

He recalls something he told her on the roof of the Tongue & Tail, the day everything happened. The day he lost her. “No one is ever gone,” He had said. Maybe she is looking down on them. Maybe she really is smiling.

It is a proper nice thought, but it doesn’t fix the part of him that longs to see her again. It doesn’t fix the part of him that longs to watch Scooby Doo with her, and solve the cases before the characters manage to. It doesn’t fix his longing to hear her voice again, to hug her again, to be with her again.

He kisses Charles once more, and misses Niko still.

[leggerefiore]

How would the Pokémon villains ask their partner to marry them?

cw: proposals, fluff

characters: Lysandre, Maxie, Archie, Volo, Cyrus

🔥Lysandre🍷

☕️ Truthfully, he is not sure why he has not proposed to you at some point. Lysandre does not expect to find another person he views as beautiful as nor does he think he would have you slip away from him, yet somehow, in the midst of his plans, it just never comes up. His work consumes him, and he barely has the time to contemplate marriage in his schedule. Yet, it crosses his mind after listening to a grunt talk about his plans to pay for his spouse's entrance fee. It suddenly occurs to him that many men his age and position are married. For a moment, he feels foolish for not acting sooner. There was no need to wait for his beautiful world to get married, after all.

☕️ He spends time bouncing ideas about how to do it with those he feels most comfortable with. Sycamore ends up encouraging him to do just do it naturally. Feeling that if he tries to make a show of it, that would become uncomfortable or distressed by what is supposed to be a happy moment. Malva asks if he cannot just delay it a bit longer, which he ignores. Suddenly, his perfect world cannot be achieved unless he is married. Lysandre begins to make plans for a trip in order to get away from work and make a memorable thing for you both. (Perhaps a proper farewell and remembrance of this world to him partially.)

☕️ A ring was bought to be something discreet yet meaningful. He had been extremely picky to the point that having it commissioned to be custom-made had been the only way to fulfil whatever he felt was necessary for his ring. A Hessonite Garnet had caught his attention, and a golden band felt like the only pairing he would allow. When he finally had it, his heart felt at ease. The orange shade of the gem was a colour that he had long since been fascinated with.

☕️ A trip to Snowbelle for a quiet getaway in the colder locale proved something much needed for both of you. Spending time cuddled up in a cabin was a pleasant escape from the endless stresses related to both of his organisations. Though, there were also a few trips out into the nearby forest for a relaxing hike and a trip to a nearby mountain range to try skiing and other winter proclivities. Of course, it was after a long day spent out in the freezing weather that he found himself with you snuggled into his side in front of a fire. The crackling of flames made his mind wander. The ring box was pulled out of his slacks' pocket.

“For many years now, I have been blessed to have you at my side,” Lysandre spoke with his voice down to a soft rumble, “I am eternally thankful that you and I met, and would never wish to lose you.” He grasped your left hand within his own as he knelt before you. His height made it feel a bit ineffective, but his eyes met yours with a strange gentleness that was solely reserved for those he deeply cared about. He brought out the ring and watched as it glimmered in the fire's light.

“Will you marry me, my love?” he asked with an exposed heart. Your denial could well and truly destroy him. “There is no other I find as perfect as you… Please, let us spend the rest of our lives entwined.”

☀️Maxie🌋

🪨 He thinks about it unfortunately pretty often. Most men his age are married. Though, granted, most men his age also did not nearly destroy the world in pursuit of their own ideals. But, he did have a partner. One he was quite committed to. One that, if provided the opportunity, he would marry. Yet, he just had not found it in himself for so many reasons. His plans had required his full attention previously. Though, now, nothing like that stood in his way. A slight insecurity burned the Great Maxie's chest. He was not someone worthy of such things after what he did. An off-handed comment from Archie about you being his spouse is what finally set him over.

🪨 He quietly debates how to get everything together. There were many things that would need to be done in the case you said yes. Like meeting each other's families properly for a wedding discussion. Maxie truly did not want to do that part, but it was what was proper. He has a headache thinking about how to do it, too. Rings were the most common choice for proposing to a partner, so he knew he would need to look into that as well. Detailed lists are made and spied upon by Tabitha, who makes the rare decision to interfere. A suggestion to take you on a trip to Lavaridge seemed to make Maxie become a bit more grounded towards you.

🪨 Maxie about drives every possible jeweller in Hoenn insane. He is far too picky about the origins and details related to the gems in their rings, which makes him an annoying customer. There is little debate about what ring exactly he plans to give to you. He had already designed it on his computer and was searching for a shop either willing to make it or with something close enough that he could feel contented with it. A ruby ring with a golden band. He would settle for no more or less. The shimmering red of the gem may have reminded him of the shade of the Red Orb, but it also forced to mind his team's colour. Not to mention it just being his favourite gem. Somehow, he eventually found someone through Steven, who only sent aid when seeing a fellow rock enthusiastic in him.

🪨 The trip that Tabitha suggested ended up being a wonderful idea. A traditional inn and the shifting of the season into autumn made for a relaxing visit to the area and hot springs. While he may not enjoy the cold, he could recognise a good pairing. You seemed to enjoy the trip, too. Happy to get away from all the stresses of helping him run Team Magma and Courtney's new persistent glaring regiment. It was after a trip to the hot spring, that you found yourselves alone in your room, watching as the sun set behind the mountainous surroundings of the town. The swirling of leaves in the air and a quiet moment made him recall the ring box in his pocket.

“For what reason that has continued to see you at my side after my incalculable lapse in judgement, I do not know,” he began quietly, feeling that insecurity rise once again. You could do much better than him; you deserved much better than him. But, when you looked at him with eyes full of love, those thoughts were forced back. “I am ever thankful that I still have you in my life and that I was stopped before I destroyed this world,” Maxie felt his hand come to grasp yours. You felt so warm in his grip, your pulse beating in tandem with his own.

The ring was revealed by him as he swallowed. His glasses felt much too heavy on his face as he became aware of just how surreal everything was. “My dear, will you marry me?” The question felt like a solid weight in the air. “I don't think there's another person that I could see myself living out the end of my days with.”

🌧Archie🌊

💧 It crosses his mind a few times. He has been with for so long, and you have stuck at his side through his worst moments. Honestly, he just felt like it did not need to be done. You both clearly were basically married without all the official documents and what have you. The whole of Team Aqua already thought you to be his spouse, anyway. Something official felt redundant. Though, the second he heard Maxie intended to get married, suddenly his opinion shifted hard. Of course, the nerd would feel the need to go through all the legal channels and whatever else. He refused to let the redhead get ahead of him, however.

💧 He debates how to go about it. Between asking Matt and him just telling Archie to go ahead and do it with little thought, to Shelly forcing him to actually be realistic and doing something romantic first, he felt a bit confused. He sighed as the admin made him remember that he probably should speak to his and your families, but he felt that was all tiring. Who cared about tradition? All that mattered was love, and he certainly had that. He did find the talk about a gift of jewellery while doing it more interesting. Could he get you something to better match his anchor? His interest was not in the expected avenues. Archie highly doubted you were going to say no.

💧 He pretty quickly settles on a sapphire ring. It's blue, he likes blue, and it makes him think of the Blue Orb. It works pretty much to fulfil everything he would possibly need it to. Though, despite the insistence of the store clerk to go for a silver band, he demands a golden one. He needed it to match his necklace, after all. His original plan had been to get you a necklace like his, but Shelly shut that down the second it left his mouth. (Matt told him to still go for it, but he could tell the ring was probably a better choice in the end.)

💧 He takes you out for a quiet stroll on the beach of Lilycove as the sun was setting. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore almost felt in tune with his heartbeat. His eyes darted to you a few times, taking in how the light made you almost seem to be glowing. The ocean was nothing but a complimentary scenery as he felt whatever small nervousness melt away. You stuck with him even after the Kyogre madness and supported him wholeheartedly when he changed the direction of his team. He reached into the unzipped part of his wetsuit to go for the ring box.

“Luvdisc, I know tha' I have made some pretty unforgivable mistakes,” Archie felt a rare, sheepish grin fall across his face, “And I'm thankful that you have stuck by me through all that.” His eyes met yours as you cocked a brow up at where he could possibly be going with this. The two of you had long since discussed everything that happened, but he felt the urge to preface it all with that. He grasped your hand tightly as his usual grin split his face. There was nothing to worry about, the Aqua Leader reassured himself.

“Let's get married,” he proudly announced while pulling out the ring, “I already see ya as my spouse, so why not just make it official? I want to spend every day to come at your side.”

💫Volo📜

⭐️ Marriage never crosses his mind. Honestly, he doesn't even consider a long term in his life about most things. Marriage is not something overly common in Hisui. Sure, his people had traditions like it and the clans did, too. In his case, marriages were usually decided by the parents of the person, which resembled what most of the Galaxy Team seemed to favour. But, he could tell you viewed it differently. It was obvious you wanted whatever it was you saw it as with him. And then, after what happened at the Temple of Sinnoh between you both, he just saw it as impossible.

⭐️ Volo listened intensely to what you had to say about your time period as you went on about it. From what he deciphered, it was clear marriage is mostly viewed as a romantic thing to do in your time, not as a way of combing powers or funds. It interests him, as you continued onto proposals and modern married life. All of it interested him, but everything was impossible in the period you both resided in. Marriage between you two would be essentially nothing more than a quiet declaration between you both. There would be no rings or jewellery, only a common understanding of a dedicated relationship. While, he would have been fine with that, something told him that you would crave the image you had in your head of a wedding ceremony.

⭐️ Before he had time to even discuss such things with you, you were gone. The sky which spit you out in Hisui had consumed you once more and taken you back from whence you came. His frustration boiled in his chest. Arceus was mocking him at this point. He gripped a precious agate bracelet in his hand as he glared harshly at the sky. The accessory was difficult to obtain, having to sway previous merchant connections to have it. His plan had been to offer it as a gift before promising to spend his life at your side. It was far too late for that now. He fell to his knees in exhaustive feelings.

⭐️ It was his immortal life that granted him a second chance, he realised. What was meant to be a punishment – a curse, benefitted him greatly. You were in the future, after all. He had nothing but time. Which is how he ended up intercepting you as you stepped out into a more isolated place within Sinnoh. You had just held some sort of meeting with a descendant of his, something he cared little for. The bracelet was still with him all these years later. Volo caught your hand as he gave one of his more friendly smiles. Whatever stunned state you fell into passed quickly. The yellow agate caught the light dully as he slid it onto your wrist.

“... My, don't you look surprised?” he chuckled at your reaction to seeing him again, “I told you, didn't I? I'd meet Arceus even if it took me centuries.” His eyes met yours, feelings twisting in them plainly. It had been so long for him, yet no time for you. Unfair, he wanted to call, completely unfair. Your mind raced with so many things. It was certainly a bold move to propose so soon after re-meeting for the first time in who knew exactly how long, but he did not care. There had been more than enough time for him to reflect on his feelings.

“No matter, that's irrelevant,” he shook his head and pulled you close to him, smiling even brighter at you, “My love, let us finally be together. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of time with you.”

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ It crosses his mind at some point when he realises his age. Sure, many people hold off on marriage well into their thirties, and many people even then still opt against marriage due to how stressful it could be. Memories of attempts of arranged marriages by his parents scorn his mind. Business partners still offer their sisters and daughters to him in order to better strengthen deals and raise his status. It was after one of those particular meetings that he felt the urge to finally marry you. His plans had failed, already. There was no point in delaying things further here.

☄️ Cyrus plans a nice dinner at one of the more expensive restaurants in Jubilife, trying to set the mood more than his original plans. Mars had seen his notes about telling you plainly that he planned to merge your family registers and have you legally listed as his spouse. It seemed easier than all the elaborate bells and whistles of inviting you to marriage. A ceremony was deeply unwanted by him. He knew you would not say no, but she insisted on him being romantic and being polite to at least consider your feelings. Besides, it was not like he had parents for you to discuss this with, and yours likely would not be opposed to a marriage with him. At least, as long as they did not know of his previous plans, he supposed.

☄️ He struggled with what to do. Mars insisted he get you a gift. A ring screamed romance to her, but she suggested that he focus on something that you would like. A ring was a common choice, so he presumed it was the safest option. A bright heliodor gem with a silver band seemed pleasant enough to suffice. The clerk had ecstatically explained to him the meanings of them gem, but he cared little to recall much more than some odd association with leadership. Though, the name itself was admittedly what attracted him. Perhaps your waxing poetic about his name's meaning had unconsciously wore off on him.

☄️ It was after the dinner that he brought you out to an isolated place within the city that he took your hand within his as he turned to face you. His eyes gazed at your ring finger as thoughts rushed through his mind. He hated how breathless he felt. The thought of you both unified together made him feel strange. Feeling in general was hard for him, but the idea of finally tying himself to this world was exhausting. Your voice calling his name with a lightly concerned tone snapped him out of it. His hand fished the ring box out from his suit coat pocket.

“... I know I am not the easiest person to live with,” Cyrus began while meeting your eyes, “Every day I am eternally grateful that I have you in my life still. Your presence calms me down from the strange emotional turmoil that foolishly claims me.” He stops himself from going further. Memories of all the time you two had spent together dances behind his eyes. You were the only reason he left the Distortion World. The ring is presented by him with a desperate need to hide his shaking hands.

“Allow us to marry,” he forced down any unwanted hesitation, “I believe you are the only person I could ever wish to spend my days with.”

[sapphic-agent]

Let's Talk About Izuku Midoriya

As most of you know, Izuku is my favorite character in the show. But dismissing my bias for a second, there are a lot of issues with his character. Mainly, how it's handled within the story and the negative affect it tends to have on the overall plot.

What I think really dampens Izuku's character is a lack of depth. Fellow Izu fans hold your fire... let me finish.

The lack of depth wasn't always a problem. In season 1, he tends to have a lot of lines that indicate complex emotions. When he's walking home after Bakugou's suicide-baiting, he shows at least a little contempt for what was said even if he tries not to take it to heart. Hell, even during the suicide baiting itself, he reacts with anger and intends to stand up to Bakugou even if he is forced into silence by fear. During the bus ride to the USJ, Kaminari and Asui are (rightfully) observing that Bakugou is a dick and Izuku is surprised at the swap in their roles. In the Battle Trials, he's guilty when Bakugou accuses him of purposely hiding his quirk, but also confronts and outsmarts him, knowing that beating Bakugou (standing up to him) is the only way he can even start to become a hero.

(This is evidence that at some point Izuku was aware that Bakugou's actions weren't alright and wanted to condemn them, he just didn't have the strength or confidence to go through with it. This entirely disappears later in the series with no reconciliation of those feelings)

We don't get many scenes like this later on. Izuku takes Bakugou's insults and attacks with no reaction or just a nervous one. And we never, ever see him attempt to stand up for himself against him.

And no, I don't count Deku vs Kacchan Part 2. Izuku was practically forced to defend himself as Bakugou would have attacked him either way, and his entire role in the fight is going on and on about his admiration for Bakugou. Izuku isn't standing up to Bakugou, he's being placed in a situation where he's forced to help develop him. The entire episode is solely for Bakugou's benefit while shoving Izuku into a corner.

But even taking a step away from Bakugou for a minute, Izuku also becomes more one dimensional in regards to Uraraka.

I've said this before answering an ask, but in the beginning of the show Izuku was the one who was attracted to Uraraka. He was flustered by her kindness and reacted bashfully to her hero suit. And for some reason this... goes away. The last time he gets even slightly embarrassed around her is the licensing exam when she appears jealous of Camie (Toga). Not only that, it feels like all of that transferred to Uraraka. She was the one who ended up becoming bashful and flushed and embarrassed, which would make sense if Izuku's feelings didn't almost entire disappear. It does both their characters a disservice; Uraraka is reduced to a more one-dimensional love interest (don't @ me for this, she has her moments and I love her) and Izuku loses another aspect of his character.

I would even say this is present with Todoroki on some level. Izuku was supposed to be his first real friend and they barely interact. Which is even worse considering they're both part of the "main trio." It would have been so easy to play them off of one another since they're supposedly best friends and should be the closest two in that trio. Their friendship was one of the starting points of the entire series and their connection is an integral part of both their characters. Yet they both interact more with Bakugou than one another.

(For comparison, look at Bakugou and Kirishima. They're in a multitude of scenes together and we see how their relationship develops over time. We see their companionship and how Bakugou comes to trust and rely on him. We don't get anywhere close to that with Izuku and Todoroki.)

Over the seasons/volumes (whichever you consume), Horikoshi has dumbed Izuku's character down to crying, defending others, and being self-sacrificing. And these aren't inherently bad traits for a main character, but they weren't all he had in the beginning. He had more personality and he had stronger feelings. Taking that away from him cheapened his character.

Another failing of Izuku's character is how him being quirkless is blatantly ignored by the series.

This was an integral part of his character. It's what separated him from the vast majority of people in the show. It destroyed the only dream he ever had. He was discriminated against for it. It defined his entire existence for the first fourteen years of his life.

And it's never talked about.

Okay, I shouldn't say that. It is used to draw parallels between him and Shinsou (and Aoyama later on). But other than that, Izuku really doesn't acknowledge it. For someone who would grapple with not being good enough for OFA, him not really dwelling on being quirkless is odd.

In a series about the corruption of society, it's strange that the discrimination the main character faced from that society isn't talked about. In fact, outside of Melissa (she's legit the only character who was born quirkless and stayed quirkless, everyone else who's listed quirkless had their quirks taken away or received a quirk later), the series doesn't really introduce quirkless people at all even though they make up 20% of the population (and that isn't a small number by any means, that would be 1.6 billion people in 2023).

Yet this issue that was very present in the beginning of the show is just... swept under the rug. Like everything Izuku went through because of it just doesn't matter. A four year old came to the realization that he was beneath his peers by society's standards, but Izuku just doesn't talk or think about it ever again.

It not only ignores the very real trauma and struggle the main character went through, it also shuns a very important piece of world building. Having Izuku born quirkless was the perfect way to introduce this problem with society. But no, other than his dream being ruined and Bakugou's bullying, Izuku doesn't struggle with this in any other way. We only have vague implications of what he went through growing up quirkless so we can't imagine what it's like for the other 1.6 billion people.

This ties into his lack of depth, but a lot of the time it feels like Izuku's only relevance is to be a prop for other characters. Bakugou is obviously the main one and I went over this in the apology analysis. But Izuku doesn't respond to his apology in any way, we never get to see his thinking or how he was affected, and then he faints at the end. Izuku is a puppet in place to further Bakugou's development. This is also present in Deku vs Kacchan Part 2; all his thoughts are centered around admitting Bakugou and propping him up.

As much as I hate it, it somewhat makes sense for Bakugou. But it's utter insanity that this is extended to Endeavor as well.

Back during the Sports Festival, Izuku displayed disdain for Endeavor. He was aware of what an awful person he was and how he hurt Todoroki. Yet for some reason he then tells Todoroki that he thinks he's ready to forgive him.

This is completely out of character for Izuku. For one, he never inserts himself into others' business unless it's to defend them. And up until that point he hadn't said a word about Endeavor; not to comfort Todoroki and not to abhor his actions. So why in the world would the first thing out of his mouth about him be that Todoroki seems ready to forgive him?

It's almost like he's acting as a mouthpiece for Horikoshi, indirectly telling the audience that Todoroki no longer holds any resentment for Endeavor. Izuku's relevance in this scene as Todoroki's best friend should not have been to assume that he's ready to forgive his abuser.

He also verbally defends Endeavor against Dabi. Even though he knows how abusive and neglectful Endeavor was to his children. Condoning Endeavor while disparaging Dabi makes no sense for Izuku's character. He was defending Shoto too which makes sense, but there was no reason to add Endeavor into that. Just because Endeavor was his mentor (for like three weeks if that) doesn't erase what he's done.

To make Izuku ignorant of this was a slap to the face of his entire character.

Even in his own major arc, Izuku gets the shaft. Dark Deku was a major let down because there was hardly a deeper dive into his character. He was on his own with the past OFA holders for weeks and we barely see him talk to them. Him cutting contact with Toshinori when we didn't even get to see them interact much made no sense (Toshi didn't even try to find him afterwards which was so out of character). The top 3 heroes allowed him- a fifteen year old student- to run on his own without even trying to talk him out of it.

And what's supposed to be an honest attempt to get him to come back and trust him turned into 1A a) physically attacking and ganging up on him and b) allowing Bakugou to goad and insult him. And he wasn't even close with all of 1A for nineteen of them to do this. This should have been restricted to Iida, Todoroki, and Uraraka (and maybe Tsu and Aoyama). He has issues with showing vulnerability in front of people, why om Earth would it make sense to blindside him with his entire class?

(The only part of Dark Deku I truly enjoyed was Uraraka sticking up for him at UA and Kota and that woman he saved earlier running to comfort him and show their gratitude. Although Eri not being there is very weird.)

Like I said above, I love Izuku. But I absolutely hate the way he's been handled by his author. He deserved an actual well thought out character arc and a lot more focus and attention. He deserved to have more intricate, complex relationships with other characters that weren't his childhood bully. He deserved to be treated well in his own story.

[vodika-vibes]

Just submitting another Jango request. Go nuts love.

The Reason

Summary: You seem to always be the sacrificial lamb, be it for your parents or your extended family. You hope that history won’t repeat itself with Jango.

Pairing: Jango Fett x F!Reader

Word Count: 1821

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So this started out as one thing, and turned into another, lol. The ending is rather open-ended, I think. It can either continue on to canon, or veer off into AU territory, and I kind of love it.

You sit in front of the vanity in the small side room set aside for Brides to get ready for their big day. Your hair is done, as is your makeup, and you’re already dressed in your down and jewelry.

And you asked your bridesmaids, mother, and grandmother to give you a few moments to yourself.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you realize that you don’t recognize the woman staring back at you.

Your hair had been straightened, curled, and then pinned up with diamonds and flowers and diamond flowers. Your makeup is caked on your face. Your dress is tight and not at all your preferred style. The jewelry is big and expensive and gaudy—

You might look like a bride, but you feel like a prisoner about to be walked to the execution chamber.

Only, no one is going to give you a stay of execution.

You press a carefully manicured hand over your heart and lean over slightly, releasing a slightly shaky breath.

It’s fine. Everything is fine. 

Your soon-to-be husband is…well, he’s not a good man. Not by any definition of the word, but he’s apathetic enough about you that he won’t hurt you. In fact, you’re pretty sure that, after today, you’ll only see him on major holidays.

You’ll be little more than his perfect little trophy wife.

Pretty and delicate. Always perfectly done with perfect hair and nails and makeup.

You close your eyes and the lonely life you’re being saddled with stretches out in front of you. You’ll be isolated from your friends, and forced to make other acquaintances who better match the aesthetic that your husband will want you to maintain.

Your hand flies from your chest, to press over your mouth as a sob threatens to rip from your throat.

There’s a knock on the door, and you immediately straighten and drop your hand, shoving all of your emotions back into the little box deep within your heart. “It’s open,” You call, your voice soft and delicate and pretty.

Gods. Who have you become?

The door clicks open, and your Maid of Honor steps into the room. Lanai is Miralian and has been your best friend since both of you were in diapers, and you picked the bridesmaid outfits solely based on what would look good with her deep green skin.

She shuts the door and walks over to you, lightly setting her hands on your bare shoulders, squeezing gently. Her dark gaze is locked with yours, and she smiles softly.

“Oh, Dove.” Lanai wraps her arms around your shoulders from behind and presses the side of her head against yours, “You’re so unhappy.”

For a moment, your facade crumbles, and the picture-perfect woman in the mirror reveals herself to be you. Just you.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” You admit as you wrap your hands around her arms, “Look at me, Lanai. I…I don’t know this woman.”

Lanai’s arms tighten around you, but she doesn’t say anything. And then she drops a kiss to your temple and releases you to walk over to the closet.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you turn on your chair to watch her.

Lanai digs through the closet for a moment and then pulls out a worn denim backpack. Your old backpack, from high school. It’s covered in patches, drawings, and signatures. 

A small smile crosses your face at the sight. “Where did you find this?” You ask, “I thought mother threw it away.”

“She did,” Lanai replied, “I saved it, and stored it in my closet.” She pauses and trails a finger over a tooka patch, “Do you remember our plan when we were in high school?”

“Yeah. We were going to leave this place. We were going to save up money for a ship and travel the galaxy and write a book about the different people and places we saw.” Your smile is small and fond, though it fades quickly, “Guess we should have known it was never going to happen.”

Lanai’s smile is tragic, and you take an aborted step towards her.

She presses the bag into your hands, “Open it.”

You shoot her a confused look but unzip the bag and peer in. And then the confusion morphs into genuine surprise as you pull out an outfit that better suits your tastes.

And, at the bottom of the bag is a folder. Inside the folder is the proof of purchase for a small ship called Red Robin, as well as the keys to start it.

“Lanai, what—?”

“I saw the writing on the wall when we were still seniors,” She says, “The other girls are stalling the wedding, the pastor is going to be very, very late. You have time to change and run.”

You flip towards the back of the folder and pause when you see a new ID card and everything you’d need for a brand new identity.

“Lanai—?”

“We love you. All we want is for you to be happy. And you won’t be happy here.”

You stare at your best friend and feel tears prick the corner of your eyes, “I’m going to miss you so much,”

Lanai flings her arms around you, “I know. I’ll miss you too. But this isn’t goodbye forever. It’s just…until we see each other again.” She pulls back and wipes a tear off her cheek, “Now, let’s get you out of this get-up.”

A shaky laugh falls from you as she starts pulling gems out of your hair and drops them on the floor as though they’re worthless, “How’d you remember the ship name we picked out when we were six?”

“Because I’m amazing, that’s how. Now shush, we have to be quick. Here’s a makeup wipe to get that gunk off your face—”

Exactly one hour later, the Red Robin leaves atmosphere.

Three years later, you’ve made a name for yourself as a transport pilot who is quite skilled at dealing with pirates, cartels, and everything in between. You’ve made friends with Jedi and bounty hunters.

And, so far as you can tell, no one is looking for the run-away bride who you used to be.

You’re just glad that you’re able to be you again.

You’ve recently dyed your hair dark pink and added three more tattoos to your ever-growing collection. 

Today, though, you’re taking a vacation day. 

A vacation day on a very nice space station, where you’re nursing something fruity and sweet and is probably 85% alcohol. You cheerfully stick the umbrella back into the drink and flick it so it twirls around the pale blue liquid, and start to seriously consider a beach vacation on Scarif when someone knocks on your table.

You lean back and peer up into the very amused face of Jango Fett.

“Jango!” You beam at him and kick the chair out for him, “Have a seat! It’s been ages!”

He sinks into the chair next to you and steals your drink to take a sip. “Yeah, yeah. I was on the other side of the galaxy. On a job.”

“I figured,” You beam at him, “Still, it’s nice to see you. I miss you when you’re not around.”

He flashes you a small smirk, and takes another sip of your drink, “You know, I’m pretty sure this is just alcohol flavored with sugar.”

You shrug, “Probably. Anyway, what brings you here?”

“You, actually.”

“Oh?”

Jango drops a bounty puck between you and activates it with a press of a button. Your face appears on the holo.

You blink at yourself, and then at Jango, “Someone put a bounty on me?”

“Please tell me you’re not flattered about this,” He says with a sigh.

“Surprised, mostly.” You lean in and squint at the holo, “My hair hasn’t been that color in years, and that outfit!”

“It’s your face, but it’s not your name, Dove.” Jango replies, “I was contacted by a man who said that his bride-to-be vanished on their wedding day. I don’t suppose you have an explanation?”

“It was supposed to be a political marriage. I would have had more freedom as a prisoner.” You explain, “I’m not going back, Jango.”

He sighs and leans back in his chair, “Apparently your family misses you. And I can’t believe you never mentioned this to me.”

“They can continue missing me. The only way you’ll get me back there is in a body bag.” You reply as you steal your drink back and take a sip. “And it’s something that I wanted to forget.”

He folds his arms, “You’re so stubborn.”

“I will not be anyone’s trophy wife.” You hiss as you lean across the table, “Ever.” You frown when you see the tiny smile on Jango’s face, “Why are you smiling like that?”

His smile widens, “I’ve been offered a job. A long job.”

You stare at him, confused, “Okay?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“...what?”

“Because you’re talented and clever,” Jango replies, “And you read people the way that most people read books, and I need that.”

“For what?!”

He leans in, “I was contacted by someone who, I’m pretty sure, is a sith,”

“You’re fucking with me,”

“I’m not.”

“You can’t help the Sith, Jango. Do you remember anything good happening when the Sith were involved? Like. Ever?” You demand.

He leans in a little more, “Listen, they want me to go to Kamino and allow myself to be cloned.”

“That’s the dumbest damn thing I’ve ever heard in my life.”

“I have a plan.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to let them, and then I’m going to take the clones and retake Mandalore.” Jango’s smile is sharp, “Kriff the rest of the galaxy, and kriff the sith.”

“You’re going to start a war.”

“Wars going to happen with or without me,” Jango points out, “This way, I get to control the narrative.”

“And why do you want me?”

“Like I said, you’re clever and you’re good at reading people. I need people following me who I can trust.” He pauses, “People I can trust like how I trust you.”

“Jango—”

“Also, they’re giving me a clone to raise as a son, and he’s going to need a mom.”

“Wow, that’s romantic.” You say sarcastically.

“Come on, Dove. You know I love you.”

“This is stupid, Jango. You know that, right? I mean, it’s going to take years—”

“They’re going to have increased aging for 10 years.” He explains, “Cyare, please, I need you on this.”

You sigh softly, “Alright, Jango. I’ll help. But if this goes wrong—”

“I’ll protect you. I swear it.” He takes your hand and presses a light kiss to your knuckles, “So…will you marry me now?”

You know that this whole thing can go wrong in millions of ways. But right here, right now, you decide to trust Jango. That’s what it is to love someone, right?

[glitchtricks94]

Fixation Alt. Fic

Another day, another thirst. A big thank you to @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi, she gave me the prompt for my favorite emotional support bastard, Gyutaro! This turned into a fic because I cannot control myself around this man. I am overjoyed that Desi picked him for me to write about this lovely day! Also, yes, I am aware I'm a little mean, but trust me, it'll all come together in Fixation. He'll get happiness. Anyways, mind the cut, kick back, relax and enjoy~ -Glitchtricks

He could hardly believe his eyes, this simply couldn't be real, none of it. It was too good to be true. Yet, with the touch of your petal soft skin brushing his marred cheek, Gyutaro was brought back to Earth from his self loathing, focusing on your gem like eyes staring up at him with so much trust, so much adoration, so much love. All for him. "Are you okay, 'Taro?" You asked, voice barely above a whisper. The sound was like being struck by lightning for him, the nickname you gifted him making his heart throb. He leaned into your touch, nodding. "Yeah, just...I don't know..." He breathed, looking away for a moment. You were beautiful, so, so beautiful. He can't lie, and he would reluctantly admit that he has technically seen you naked before during your shifts in the Ogimoto house, having to let those greasy bastards touch you and use your body, but this was different. You never gave them such soft, genuine expressions. You never spoke to them with such a sweet tone. You never truly immersed yourself into them, not like now. All for him. You were looking solely at him, laid bare with your thin white sleeping yukata hanging off your shoulders, framing your curves for kanji inscribed eyes to devour, Gyutaro feeling almost like he couldn't breathe. Not like before though, never like before. You just managed to empty his head with how glorious you were. "Overwhelmed?" "Yeah...I...I think that's what I'm feeling, little star." Gyutaro spoke, his gaze meeting yours again. "You know, I don't mind waiting, we don't-" "No!" He yelled, making you blink and look at him in shock. His cheeks blazed with a soft red hue as he cleared his throat, cupping his large, calloused hand over your own on his cheek. "I...I really want this. Do you?" "More than anything, Gyutaro." You replied, relaxing again as you moved to wrap your other arm around his neck, coaxing him to lean further over your naked form and lock lips in a kiss. He took the hint and swiftly locked his lips with yours. Gyutaro's kisses always felt like a perfect mix of soft and feral, his gentleness towards you being evident but his unhinged need for you always being conveyed. He always pressed a bit too hard, but never went too far either. You swore his kisses were little slices of heaven with how much passion he tried to pour into them. You both eventually parted for air, soft panting leaving your mouths as a string of saliva connected you. "An ugly bastard like me doesn't deserve a goddess like you..." He breathed. "This goddess looks at you and sees the most beautiful man in the world though." You replied, gifting him another loving smile that made him melt for you all over again. "And I know I want no one else." "Fuck, little star, you're too good for me..." He sighed, leaning down and lazy kissing you, finally running his fingers over your skin, goosebumps forming in their wake as you felt Gyutaro begin swiping his tongue over your lip, begging for entrance. Being the lovesick fool you were, you allowed him. The taste of iron filled your mouth, but you didn't mind as you twined your own tongue around his, moans leaving the two of you. Gyutaro was enjoying the entire situation that had unfolded before him, his wildest dreams coming true as he groped your hips and sides while kissing you, his hands soon gliding up to your chest and coming to rest on your breasts. He wasn't stupid, he had at least an inkling of an idea of what to do when he wasn't hiding away with Daki, and he had seen a few skilled men touch other women. He decided to simply experiment and let you guide him to what you liked before he'd fully take over, that way he could ensure that you had a good time as well. He loved you too much to simply cater to just himself, despite his usual thought process.

Although, nothing was quite as usual as it was before you arrived. No matter.

Carefully, Gyutaro began kneading your breasts, squeezing and fondling them under his roughened palms, the sensations making you sigh into his mouth. Good, that was a good sound. The Upper Moon dug into the farthest corners of his mind to figure out what to do next, his grip soon shifting to roll his thumbs over your perked nipples, circling the buds clumsily. The sensations sent electricity up your spine, making you shiver and release a soft whine into Gyutaro's mouth. The sound made Gyutaro's greed flare up. He wanted more of those sounds. "You good?" He asked softly as he pulled away from the kiss, taking in your flushed features, noting your slightly glazed eyes. A smug smirk formed on his face knowing that he was the one that did that to you. "Y-Yeah...K-keep d-doing that...feels good..." You breathed, another whine leaving your throat as you closed your eyes. Gyutaro hummed, dipping his head lower to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder, enjoying the breathy moans and whimpers that left before he left a nice, purple bruise on your pristine skin. He liked that on you, liked you wearing his claim. He didn't hesitate to make more, drinking up your moans and cries for him, soon reaching your breasts and lavishing them in attention. Gyutaro hummed as he circled your areola with the tip of his tongue before he gently bit at it, ripping a squeal from you. If he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now." You sound good, little star. Real good." He purred softly. "Gyutaro...please..." You whined, Gyutaro grinning and tilting his head.

"Please what, little star?"

"M-more...touch me more..." You whimpered out, grabbing one of the demon's hands and moving it to cup your mound. Gyutaro looked down to eye what you were doing, his cock twitching in his loose baggy pants. He ran his fingers through your folds, an expression of surprise appearing on his features.

"You're...you're so wet." He spoke, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his face, his amber eyes scanning the slick that covered his digits. You were looking up at him with a blush on your face, and locking eyes with you, Gyutaro shamelessly lapped off the clear substance, relishing in how your eyes widened and your blush deepened, a groan rolling in his chest at your taste. "Fuckin'...you're delicious. Need to eat you out later."

"T-Taro, stop teasing, I-I need you, please..." You cried, looking up at your love with pleading eyes, a chuckle leaving him. "Look at you, so pathetic and cute, all for me." He hummed, starting to toss away the bits of fabric that hung on his neck and arms before sticking his thumbs in his pants, you watching on eagerly. "You really want me?" "Yes...Yes, please, Gyutaro, I want you so badly, please!" You begged, clasping your hands together. Gyutaro laughed at you as he pulled down his pants enough to let his cock spring free. Your eyes widened as you laid eyes on it for the first time; it was large, and somewhat thin, girthiest towards the middle of his length before thinning out at the base, black splotches decorating it like the other parts of his skin, the tip flushed slightly and absolutely oozing precum that trailed down his shaft. Was it going to fit? "Something wrong?" He asked, his face holding an annoyed frown, the Upper Moon being fully prepared for you to finally toss him away and call him filthy and disgusting. He watched you gulp and trail your eyes up his form to his face, eyes meeting his own. "N-no...y-you're just...really big." You stammered, Gyutaro blinking in shock. You weren't insulting him? "Still want me?" "Yeah, just...p-please be gentle." "Don't know if I can fully promise that, little star. Never did this before." "I...Can I just l-let you know what to do? O-or when to slow down?" "Yeah. I'd like that, actually." Gyutaro sighed, looking at you tenderly, leaning forward again and cupping your cheek. "I don't want to hurt you." "I know." You replied, placing your hand over his and leaning up to coax him into what felt like the millionth kiss that night, Gyutaro humming in satisfaction when your lips met his tenderly. When he pulled away you felt the tip of his dick brushing your slit, making you bite your lip. "Last chance. You positive that you want to do this with me?” "Gyutaro, just fuck me, pl-ah! G-Gyutaro!"

"F-fuck!" Gyutaro grit his teeth as he pushed his cock into you, your pussy clamping down on him harshly, the feeling being nothing short of heavenly. You were warm, wet, soft, and Gyutaro felt his eyes roll back in his head as he slid inch after inch into your heat, your whimpers being like music to his ears. "Shit, you feel good..." He panted as he stilled for a moment, both to let you adjust and keep himself from cumming before being able to properly pleasure you. "Gyutaro, I- O-oh god..." You breathed your hands scrambling to find purchase and soon settling on Gyutaro's shoulders, your nails digging in and breaking skin. "M-move...P-please move, I-I need you!" "Don't need to ask twice." Gyutaro breathed, starting to move his hips. Instantly his head fogged up, pleasure shooting through every nerve. A moan rumbled in his throat as he got lost in the sea of delight he found himself in. Were his ears ringing? He thought he could hear you moan his- "Gyutaro! F-faster, f-faster please! O-Oh god, Gyutaro!" You moaned out, trying to drag the demon closer to you. You wanted, needed, yearned for more of him, more skin to skin contact, anything he'd offer you'd snatch up, you just wanted Gyutaro. "Fuck...fuck...This is...holy shit, I wish I had you sooner..." The Upper Moon groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he started to nearly hammer his hips against yours, your eyes shooting open and you let out a cry of ecstasy, every inch of his cock hitting your sweet spots. Your walls fluttered around him, sweat dripped off your bodies, everything felt like it was on fire and burning you in the best ways possible, it was insanity of the most delectable precedence. He was getting close, hanging on by a thread as the coil in his gut began to grow tighter and tighter. No, he had to hang on, he had to- "Gyutaro! Ah!" You squealed as you came, drenching his thighs as your pussy clamped down on him, trying to milk him for all he had. That was it. The cord snapped. The demon came with a throaty roar, throwing his head back and choking out groans and soft whines. He weakly thrusted to ride out his orgasm, making yours last as well, soft moans and whimpers leaving your chest. And then he woke up. He was still in the den he and his sister had built underground. A groan of annoyance left Gyutaro's lips. He normally didn't have those kinds of dreams if he chose to sleep to pass the time. This was plain annoying as he had to try and get the damn stain out of his clothes before Daki came back, he really didn't need to deal with those questions. Getting up from the ratty futon, Gyutaro emerged into the night and went to the river. He wanted to get a bite to eat before going to answer your call for his company again.

[skkfujoshi]

Until the night falls we’re aligned

“I thought you were dead.” “My death was greatly exaggerated.”Chuuya replied,seating himself across from Fukuzawa 

It was a tad strange,Chuuya had to admit.In a lot of ways it felt like being in his father’s office as a child.The same judgmental look solely focused on him,the door closed if not locked making him feel like he could scream and nobody would hear.

But he was an adult now.An equal.He had nothing to worry about,nothing at all.Worst Fukuzawa could really do is refuse to help him.

Fukuzawa offered him some tea and Chuuya accepted it though he didn’t drink any of it.

“I’ll be blunt,Fukuzawa.You can drop the niceties.I know you still resent me for what I did back at the tunnels.I don’t expect forgiveness for that.”

The older man regarded him shrewdly for a moment,putting the teapot down.

“You’re a guest.Tea is the bare minimum for those as far as I’m concerned.Though,I’ll give you this,you’re more direct than your late father.In that spirit,allow me to be honest as well,Nakahara.I didn’t propose this alliance. I wouldn’t have even so much as considered it after your actions towards my staff.But…Atsushi suggested it.And we both know just how unkind your organization has been to him.”

Chuuya was honestly gobsmacked.Either Atsushi was the dumbest or the smartest person alive.Or,considering his mentor,just crazy.

“Surprised?” “Certainly.After everything we did,you’d think he’d want our destruction more than anything.” “He’s a good man,perhaps in his hope and optimism,wiser than us both.And it is his experience that convinced me to offer this olive branch.Those are my reasons,but what are yours?”

Chuuya took a deep breath.

“I suppose it’s rather simple at the end of the day,Fukuzawa.I care about this city and my subordinates.Just like you.Sure,I can free Yumeno on my own but taking care of the Guild by myself is…Risky with my ability.I can’t afford to endanger him like that.He’s already been trough hell,I can’t risk putting him trough another lifetime of it.”he confessed 

Fukuzawa’s expression could only be described as immovable as he let Chuuya go on.

“And I’m sure you’ve become acquainted with Kōyo’s affection for Kyouka.If we’re allied,I can avoid breaking her heart by…” “Killing the girl.” “Punishing her treason.”Chuuya amended “She wasn’t in the dark about what would happen to her if she left and refused to come back.If I hadn’t altered the rules,she would’ve been killed by Akutagawa that day.”

Fukuzawa nodded though more in acknowledgement than approval.

“Pretty words are all well and good,boss,but they prove nothing.You can plead with me all you want,but you’ve put nothing on the line and you’ve offered me nothing in turn.” “I’d disagree.I have put quite a bit on the line here…Tell me,president,why do you suppose I stayed dead all this time?”

At that,the door swung open.

“Ooh,ooh I know the answer to that one!To spite me!”Dazai exclaimed excitedly 

Chuuya and Fukuzawa both blinked at him,disbelieving the audacity they were seeing.At least,Chuuya assumed they were on the same page about that.

“President,Mr Nakahara, I’m so sorry,I tried to stop him,but…You know how he is…”Kunikida muttered from a few paces behind

Sighing,Fukuzawa gestured for them to come in,much to Chuuya’s chagrin.

“It’s fine and…Kunikida what is that?”he asked,pointing at the small object pinched between Kunikida’s fingers

Before he could explain,Chuuya plucked it,sliding it across Fukuzawa’s desk.

“A flash drive with info on the Guild.I wrote some down when we made our initial deal with them.It’s not a lot,I admit but…I think you can take all you can get.” “And you just conveniently forgot to bring it with?”Dazai asked “Things happen.”

Chuuya shrugged,turning back to Fukuzawa

“Bring the world’s best detective to see if it all tracks and if it doesn’t you can have Kunikida here shoot me on the spot.”Chuuya said quickly before Dazai could get Fukuzawa’s ear again

A bit of a desperate play,it seemed,but he could hardly be blamed.Between him and Dazai the answer to who they were gonna believe was a no brainer,even though Chuuya was telling the truth about the drive’s contents.

The three exchanged looks,before Fukuzawa gave Kunikida a quick nod,after which he left and closed the door.

“Is Ranpo stuck on a train again?”Dazai asked “No.But he wanted to pick out some new candy so I sent Kunikida to escort him.”

Chuuya tried not to focus on the way their hands were tapping the desk,though he supposed it didn’t matter since they obviously knew he could hear them.And Dazai knew he could understand Morse code.

The message was clear.They weren’t gonna send Ranpo in to check the info.Fukuzawa believed him.

Chuuya 1

Dazai 0

Get shat on,waste of bandages!

“Anyway,Nakahara,as you were saying?” “Right.So,once I ‘died’,rival gangs got a lot more daring.Go figure,a nobody as the boss of the Port Mafia is a lot more of a tempting target than the previous boss’s son.”

Fukuzawa nodded,stroking his jaw .As a former assassin the appeal was probably quite clear to him.

“Inexperienced,statistically unlikely to have an ability,probably cocky…Weak link.” “Exactly.It gave me an element of surprise,but now…Since I let the info out in front of most of your employees,I’m technically at your mercy aren’t I?”

That earned him a tilt of the head from Fukuzawa and a couple bewildered blinks from Dazai.

“Well,Dazai still has my death certificate.From what I’ve been told ten minutes is not nearly enough time to give out one of those.” “Certainly suspect.”Fukuzawa agreed

Unfortunately the comment about Dazai having the certificate seemed to slide off with not as much as a glance at the man in question.

Well…Undermining Dazai was a bust…Still,the brunette was a creature of habit and if Chuuya knew Dazai’s interrogation techniques and know them he did…

“Not to mention he has Kōyo’s interrogation most likely taped somewhere and you still have the tunnel footage where I was clearly using ‘Upon the Tainted Sorrow’.Throw that into the wild and my enemies will know exactly what to do so they can play me like a fiddle.”

-

“And from what history would they draw your weaknesses,boss?Surely such a smart man would never be so transparent .”Dazai said,voice drowning in sarcasm

Even though his nails were right at his mouth,teeth ready to bite down any moment.

A part of him was genuinely impressed,proud in a strange way.Turning what was by all means a blunder every which way into a genuinely good bargaining chip was nothing short of genius.

But the other,more rational and smarter part of him felt a curling dread at the bottom of his stomach.

“How very Mori-esque of our hatrack…”it remarked with a nervous laugh

Chuuya scoffed at Dazai’s ‘compliment’.

“Wouldn’t you know Dazai-san?You were there,after all.And you know full well younger me wasn’t nearly as good at hiding those.”he said turning to him

The expression could barely be called that.It betrayed nothing,at least as far Chuuya’s mouth went.His eyes though…His left was twitching,just a little,just a tad.Cold ,hard hatred to be more direct.Chuuya might as well have said”Bet you know all about why I started though,right,’Zai?”with how clearly it was written across his face.

“Dazai,Chuuya,do you consider yourselves clever?”Fukuzawa asked

The two turned to him.

Chuuya blinked at him dumbly,sheeplike in how blank and confused his face went in the moment.

Even more dumbly somehow,Dazai could only say “Huh?!”in response 

“Did you not hear me?” “No,we did.I mean,I did at least.But…What does that have to do with anything?” “What the mutt said.” “Why you-“ “Do you or do you not?”Fukuzawa asked again

It wasn’t a demand in the guise of a question and there was no sharpness to it,like Mori’s probings had been.Which made it that much more impressive that the question got Chuuya’s attention.Dazai was a little in awe,truth be told.

He nodded firmly and quickly .Chuuya tossed him a glare but Dazai chose to ignore it.At the end of the day,they both knew it wasn’t out of ego.He was the youngest executive for a reason and it sure as hell wasn’t his looks.

Chuuya nodded too,though it took him a bit of a moment to do so.Dazai hummed in acknowledgement.Seems he wasn’t completely up his own ass yet,despite all appearances to the contrary.

“I see.Do you think yourselves cleverer than me?”

Dazai was taken aback for a moment.Then he quickly fell in step with Chuuya,assuring Fukuzawa that no,of course not.

“Then I advise you to stop trying to bite of more than you can chew,Double Black.”

-

If Dazai looked like he had swallowed a fly at that,Chuuya felt like he was swallowing an entire swarm of them.

How the hell?!Dazai’s documents were good as gone!Chuuya knew,he fucking checked himself!

Which meant…Fukuzawa knew everything.And Chuuya had tried to dig Dazai’s past up right in front of the man’s nose.He probably looked underhanded and suspicious as hell now…

Shit,shit,shit…

He fucked up.He fucked up and now he’ll have to use corruption on his own and hope to God that whatever Lovecraft was couldn’t withstand it.

And if it did,Yumeno was as good as dead.Sure…Chuuya could try a second time but his body could only handle so much.

He ran his hand over his face,completely defeated.

“Where did I fuck up?”he asked weakly,hoping Fukuzawa actually didn’t hear the question  “You have a terrible poker face for starters.Not that I think you were lying,but you came off as a little desperate.Trying to air out Dazai’s secrets certainly wasn’t helping your case.All I can really say about that is that you should do better research.”Fukuzawa said

Why did Chuuya even  try?This men could read Mori like a damn book.Who did he think he was fooling?

“Not to mention I kept a close eye on your father’s escapades since we seperated.Even if most of that info scattered to the wind now,likelihood is I heard of it when it first sprung up.”

So he was doomed from the start…Great.

“However…” “However?”him and Dazai asked “Despite the clumsiness of your execution,I can recognize a genuine cry for help when I see it.Consider us at your disposal,boss.”

Chuuya blinked at him for a couple of moments,shocked.He squinted at Fukuzawa,looking hard for any sign of a trick or deception,but found none.

It wasn’t often that Chuuya felt blessed by the universe.Hell,it was rare that he felt anything but despised by it.

But if this was a blessing,Chuuya would spend every damn day thanking whatever deity or force brought it to him on his hands and knees.

-

“Thank you,Fukuzawa.Thank you so much.”Chuuya said

Dazai could only stand there,disbelieving.Chuuya was beaming and it was genuine.

Was he hallucinating?Had he finally cracked after 22 years? “Dazai?Are you listening?” “Sorry,president,think I missed that.Could you say it again?” “You’ll be helping Nakahara retrieve his subordinate from the Guild.Tonight.”

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[ladytauria]

i am soooo predictable but.... Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. for jaytim my beloved <33333

i combined this prompt with these two---or, well. this prompt from you and @waffleinator-inator <3

um. click under the cut for 3k of slow, tender jaytim body worship <3

this is. barely proofread. apologies for any mistakes ^^; pls don't be afraid to point out any typos <333 i will give this a more thorough edit tomorrow--probably. for now! enjoy <3

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Jason has a body made to be worshiped, in Tim’s opinion. How lucky he is to have him spread out on cotton sheets, naked as the day he was born, so utterly willing to let Tim have his way with him.

Tim starts at his feet. He cups his hand around one ankle, raising it in the air, pressing the softest of kisses to the sole. Tim isn’t particularly into feet, the way some people are—but he adores how sensitive they are. As if in testament, Jason jerks. Tim’s grip is firm, keeping him in place, but his toes curl.

“T-Tim,” he says, too tremulous to be properly chiding. Color blooms over his face, the loveliest shade of rose-red.

“Jason,” Tim replies, a little bit mocking, a little bit a reminder. He decides how this is going to go. Just to really let it sink in, he kisses again; this time with a hint of tongue. The bitten off noise he gets is delightful. His mouth curls.

He kisses Jason’s ankle next; lingering over the jut of it. He angles his neck to kiss the tendon, his achilles heel, before lifting the leg higher so he can trail a string of kisses up Jason’s calf.

Both of them are scarred all over—a hazard of the job. Tim gets grafts put on anything too obvious; anything else can be simply explained away by both the treacherous nature of Gotham City and his own athletic pursuits. Jason has not had the same luxury. Nor does Tim think he would take it if anyone offered it. Jason’s scars are part of him, whether he likes them or not, and he doesn’t let go of what belongs to him.

It’s a trait they share.

Jason doesn’t have many scars on his calves, though, and those that are there are faded. Tim pays extra attention to them anyway.

He doesn’t get another noise until he reaches the back of Jason’s knee—the skin there is thin and delicate, and he knows from experience that it’s one of Jason’s sensitive spots. He nuzzles first; relishing in Jason’s sharp intake of breath. Then he kisses with the slightest scrape of teeth. Jason makes a low, tremulous sound.

Tim glances up at him—he has an arm thrown over his face. His teeth dig into his lip, and his face and throat are both still painted red. His other hand fists the sheets.

Precious.

Tim repeats the process on the other leg—Jason trembles and twitches under the ministrations. Tim relishes each and every reaction. He loves how responsive Jason is. He reacts so beautifully to gentleness. It makes Tim want to keep him like this forever.

Tim skips over his thighs for now. Jason’s cock is still mostly soft. Tim can’t help the urge to plant a kiss on it, the flesh soft and hot under his lips. Jason makes a high, embarrassed sound, his flush darkening, spreading over his chest. Tim’s mouth twitches, unable to resist doing it again.

His firm grip on Jason’s thighs is all that keeps them from snapping shut; a second, higher noise escaping him at the same time. He looks up at Tim, eyes already wide and a little pleading.

It breaks Tim’s heart a little, how easily Jason folds under a bit of softness.

At the same time—it’s truly a pleasure to see him so sweet and vulnerable under him. “Ah-ah,” he scolds. “You’re mine right now. I want to enjoy you.”

Jason’s bottom lip is red and swollen, caught between his teeth again. His eyes are glossy. “Y-yes sir,” he whispers, a tremor in his voice.

Tim rubs his thighs reassuringly. “Just lie back and  relax, sweetheart.”

Jason hesitates a moment. Tim waits for him to use his safe word, or otherwise indicate he’s too overwhelmed to continue, but—then he settles back down again.

As soon as he’s relaxed again, Tim slides his hands up to Jason’s hips. He nuzzles his belly, before kissing down the trail of hair leading to his groin. Tim trails more kisses over his pelvic bone, nibbling a little at his love handles, and the pouch of fat over his groin. He lavishes his stretch marks with attention, too; following their paths with his tongue, tasting the salt of his skin.

Jason’s breaths come faster now; bitten off moans and gasps getting stuck in his throat. Tim hates how quiet he is—well. That’s not quite true. He wouldn’t mind if Jason was quiet naturally. What he hates is the way Jason suppresses all noise; like he’s afraid of letting on just how good he’s feeling.

That’s alright, though. Tim has time, and plenty of patience. He can coax those pretty sounds out of him.

He makes sure to pay special attention to the places on Jason’s sides where he’s most sensitive, delighting in the way he squirms. Then, finally, he goes back to Jason’s stomach, where the bottom of his Y-incision starts, and follows it up to Jason’s chest, kissing to each end, and then back to the middle again.

Jason’s breaths sound wetter now—Tim rubs his sides reassuringly, glancing up at him just as a quick check-in. Jason smiles tremulously; a sheen of tears over his eyes. Tim smiles back at him and nuzzles his collarbone.

He cups Jason’s chest in his hands; the relaxed muscle of his pecs not that different from a pair of tits. Jason arches into his hands when he squeezes, sighing sweetly. Tim tweaks his nipples with his thumbs; the buds already hard and pointed despite the heater warming the bedroom.

As much as Tim wants to suck one into his mouth, he decides the circuitous path is the better one. He follows the defined line of his pectorals with his lips and tongue—cups and squeezes them again so he can bite them.

Jason is panting now—his hands coming to rest on Tim’s ribs, the breadth of them almost spanning his whole ribcage. It’s insanely hot. He can feel his cock filling out more, the arousal in his gut starting to burn hotter, more insistent.

Tim takes one of his nipples in his mouth. He sucks, swirling his tongue around the bud—the low groan he gets in response reverberates through Jason’s chest. Tim suckles at it for a bit before gentling his mouth, licking at the skin a few times before scraping it with his teeth.

The whimper Jason makes is loud and unrestrained in the silence—followed quickly by the slap of skin on skin when he covers his mouth, cheeks blazing scarlet.

Tim immediately slides up, taking Jason’s wrist in his hand. He pulls his hand from his mouth, pressing a brief kiss to his palm before kissing his cheek as well. Then he nuzzles him too, mouth against his jaw as he whispers, “Let me hear you, baby. I want to know I’m making you feel good.” He pauses. “You deserve to feel good.”

Another, quieter whimper. Jason squeezes his eyes shut—moisture gathers in the corner of his eyes.

Tim hums, lingering there, giving Jason time to compose himself. Eventually his eyes open again. He blinks quickly to dispel the tears, and then says softly, “I— I’ll try, sir.”

Tim smiles at him, kissing his nose. “Good boy. Thank you.”

That makes him close his eyes again, a shiver rocking his body. Tim gives him another second, and then returns to Jason’s chest. He follows the same path around the other pec; gives his right nipple the same attention as his left.

Jason does well at first, soft sighs and sounds escaping him. But the first higher, louder noise he makes startles him, his mouth immediately clamping shut again.

He opens it again as Tim trails kisses over his shoulders. He sits back so he can kiss down his arm;  over his bicep, the inner part of his elbow, down his forearm, his wrists. He kisses his palms, and each fingertip.

Back up again—down the other. Tears trickle down Jason’s cheeks now; his breaths hitching softly. He’s so pretty when he cries. Tim admits he gets a little eager, going back over his shoulders, his neck, not lingering as long as he means to. (Though he does, at least, remember to spend a little extra time on his throat scar.) 

At his face again, Tim rubs noses with him before kissing the tears away; licking the salt from his lips. “You’re doing so well for me, darling,” he murmurs. As much as he wants to lay the praise on thick, he doesn’t dare—not yet. Instead he kisses his chin, jaw, and cheeks. He nuzzles their noses again, kisses the corners of his mouth, over his eyelids, and the center of his forehead. He kisses back down his nose and ends at his mouth, kissing Jason deep and sweet.

Jason utterly melts beneath him. His mouth opens easily to Tim’s tongue. It’s Tim’s mouth that muffles his moan this time, but otherwise, there’s nothing restrained about it.

It’s music.

Makes Tim linger a little longer, just to hear more of them. And Jason gives them to him, his hands spasming on Tim’s skin.

When he pulls away, a line of spit connects them. It breaks when Tim pecks him again, and then slides down his body. Jason’s cock bumps his stomach on the way down—no longer soft but half-hard. Tim rubs his cheek against it when he passes it, returning to Jason’s thighs.

Fuck.

Jason’s thighs are glorious. Strong, muscular, easily capable of crushing a man’s skull. Dusted with fine hair, shimmering with stretch marks, and textured with a few ridged scars. Tim explores all of it with his lips, tongue, and teeth.

Jason tries—Tim can tell he does. But he keeps muffling himself, automatically biting his lip and clenching his jaw when he thinks he’s going to be too loud.

Tim finishes with his thighs. He nuzzled the base of his cock, cupping his balls in one hand and squeezing. That gets him a breathy sound, his thighs trembling. Tim kisses up his shaft, all the way to the flared mushroom head at the top. He rubs his cheeks against it; precome smearing sticky on his skin.

More high, whimpery moans come from Jason. His body shakes. The musk of his arousal fills Tim’s nose, making his mouth water.

He kisses the head; probes the slit with his tongue. Jason yelps at that, biting it back too late, causing a squeaky sort of sound at the end Tim almost wants to coo at.

He doesn’t. There are more important things to focus on.

Like lavishing his whole cock with little kitten licks. Jason is squirming now; not trying to get away, but the pleasure is clearly getting to him.

Gorgeous.

Tim sucks Jason into his mouth. The taste of him is thick; the girth of him heavy on his tongue. It’s good. Better is the way Jason shouts, body curling up automatically; chest heaving as he pants harsh and rough.

He collapses back into the bed; fingers tangling loosely in Tim’s hair. Tim would smile if his mouth wasn’t full.

He bobs his head a few times—and then swallows him down, nose buried in the thatch of hair at the base. Jason’s whimper sounds strangled. Tim pays him little mind, devoting his attention entirely to Jason’s cock

Tim uses his hands to cup and squeeze Jason’s balls, occasionally dipping behind to press and rub at his perineum. He can feel Jason’s muscles jumping; the way his legs twitch, his chest heaves, his fingers tugging at Tim’s hair. But he doesn’t buck into Tim’s mouth or try to guide his head.

He lets Tim set the pace.

Such a sweet boy.

Still—Tim can tell that, through the pleasure, he’s getting frustrated with himself. It’s in the tension in his belly, the way some of his noises sound more pained than others, the way sometimes he huffs when he should be sighing instead.

Poor darling. Tim eases Jason’s cock from his mouth. He suckles at the bundle of nerves under the head, then trails kisses down the shaft, over his balls. He cups them in his hand, lifting them to expose his [taint]. The high, reedy noise Jason makes when he kisses there is quickly cut off—and followed by a frustrated breath.

Tim kisses again, then turns to nuzzle his thigh before pulling back.

Jason whines. There’s no pleasure in the sound. It’s all panic and fear, and Tim rushes to cup his face in his hands, smoothing his thumbs over his cheeks as he hushes him.

“Shh-hh, darling. I’m not upset,” he soothes. “You’re trying so hard for me, aren’t you?”

Jason blinks up at him. He looks so upset, his poor boy. 

Tim nuzzles him. “Don’t worry, baby. I know it’s hard. Let me help you.”

Jason makes a soft, inquisitive noise.

Tim smiles slyly as he lets go of Jason’s face. “Open up.”

Jason’s brow furrows, but his jaw drops obediently. Tim cups his jaw with one hand; his thumb sliding over Jason’s tongue, pressing down, forcing his mouth open.

Jason’s eyes go wide with realization. He can’t flush any darker, but Tim can see the embarrassment anyway. The way he leans into Tim’s hand, though, is distinctly thankful.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Tim tells him. He can’t not. Jason’s too damn pretty with his face all red and his mouth hanging open, drool already starting to collect on his bottom lip and spill down his chin. Tim wants. Besides—he can’t hold his mouth open and rim him too, so that’s off the table for now.

He can do that later.

With Jason’s help, Tim gets his knees hooked over Tim’s shoulders. There’s already a pillow supporting his hips, making it easy for him to reach under him and grip the plug he’d worked into him earlier. He pumps it a few times, grinning at the way Jason moans, before pulling it out and tossing it to the side.

He reaches for the lube. It’s a bit of a trick, getting it open one handed. He can’t exactly pour it onto his hand, either, so he just drizzles it right on his dick, flinching a little at the cold. He smears some on Jason’s hole, too, though he’s still fairly slick from the plug.

Jason shivers when he does, the tight ring of muscle fluttering under his touch. He makes a breathy noise, soft and sweet, his breath hot on Tim’s thumb.

It’s strangely erotic, keeping his finger in Jason’s mouth as he lines his cock up, slowly pushing inside. Jason’s body gives to him beautifully, swallowing his cock eagerly. The head slips into his rim with a soft ‘pop’—Tim’s hand moving from his dick to the back of Jason’s thigh.

“Nn—look at you,” Tim breathes. “So eager to be full, aren’t you, baby? Fuck. You fit me so well, like you were built for me. My gorgeous little cocksleeve.”

The sound he makes is beautiful, high and needy, a moan tinged with a whine. His eyes are wide and pleading when he looks at Tim. “Pl’s,” he says, around Tim’s finger.

Tim taps his jaw. “Ah-ah, darling. We don’t speak with our mouths full.”

His hips stutter at the noise that gets him. Tim grips his thigh tight enough to bruise, fighting the urge to snap his pelvis forward and bury himself to the root.

Slow. He’s going to take this slow.

Speed can come later.

For now he watches Jason’s face; each minute twitch of muscle. His eyes get more and more hazy, eyelids drooping. He pants in between moans and sighs. Drool drips down his chin, onto his neck and chest. He’s so fucking pretty.

Tim wants to eat him.

Jason’s body is a furnace. His walls flutter and clench around Tim’s cock; drawing him deeper, deeper. It’s both forever and no time and all before Tim is fully seated in him; his balls slapping Jason’s ass.

Jason’s got his head thrown back, now, the column of his throat pretty and exposed. Tim can’t resist leaning down, scraping his teeth over his adam’s apple before finding the spot where neck meets shoulder and sinking his teeth in.

He doesn’t draw blood, but he sure as hell leaves a bruise, worrying it with lips and teeth until he’s sure it will be a nice, lurid shade of purple by morning.

Jason’s moans, no longer stifled, are high and sweet. They’re softer than Tim might have expected. He adores them. He can’t help but kiss over Jason’s cheeks—smiling indulgently at the way Jason tips his face up to receive them.

He steadies his grip on Jason’s thigh. Rolls his hips, just to test—delights when Jason mewls, clenching tight-tight-tight around him in response. A fresh pair of tears roll down his cheeks, dripping into the puddle of drool on his neck.

Tim presses a little firmer on his tongue—and then he fucks him.

Not fast and punishing, although he knows Jason takes that beautifully, but slow and deep; rolling his hips in a way he knows will leave him a little sore tomorrow. It’s worth it for the way Jason responds. His cries are so beautiful—and each and every one of them is for Tim. Because of Tim.

All the praise he’d held back before tumbles from him now. “Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect. S-sound so pretty. Wanna keep you like this all the time, split open on my fingers, my cock. Nn—” Tim’s hips stutter as Jason clenches around him. His breath catches, too. “A-and— shit. You’re so— You’re gorgeous. J-just— All I wanna do is w-worship you.”

Jason’s cock is twitching. Precome drips onto his belly; pearly liquid beading on his hair, shining on his skin.

“U-unh.” Tim lifts his leg a little higher; angling his hips to thrust deeper, the head of his cock bumping right up against Jason’s prostate. Jason mewls again. His body is shaking. Tim can feel his own legs starting to tremble.

“F-f— Jason,” he gasps. “Baby. You’re so good for me. T-take me so well.”

He squeezes Jason’s thigh before letting go, slipping his hand under where their bodies meet. He waits until he bottoms out—and then he presses two fingers against Jason’s perineum.

Jason shouts. His hips buck, cock spasming as come paints his chest and belly. His walls clamp around Tim’s cock like a vice. Tim switches to short, shallow thrusts, fucking Jason through his orgasm. His own is close at hand—there’s a part of him that wants to pull out, stroke himself until he adds to the mess painting Jason’s body, but. He won’t. He’ll leave his claim deep inside Jason, the way he’s earned.

Jason loosens after a moment, but his walls are still spasming, like they’re milking Tim’s cock. It leaves him breathless.

“Nn— Jay— So beautiful,” Tim praises. Jason’s expression is one of utter bliss. Tim keeps fucking him—faster, now, using Jason’s body to chase his own pleasure. Jason makes encouraging noises beneath him; gripping Tim’s ass, pulling him forward, deeper, kneading the muscle with his fingers.

With that kind of attention, it doesn’t take long for Tim to spill, body bowing forward, Jason’s name on his lips.

His hips move shallowly, fucking Jason through the aftershocks. Come trickles out, onto the sheets—it makes Jason shiver, whine. Tim rubs his side soothingly, easing his legs off his shoulders and pulling out slowly. More come spills. The sight of his hole clenching just about does Tim in.

He swallows hard. Slips his thumb from Jason’s mouth. Jason whines at that too. So needy. Tim loves it.

“Shh-hh. I’m not going far, babe,” he reassures. He doesn’t, either; barely has the energy to shift over a few inches so he can collapse beside him. Jason snuggles into him immediately. Tim kisses his forehead, wrapping his arms around him. “I love you,” he murmurs.

“L’ve y’ too,” Jason mumbles, nuzzling into him.

Tim knows they can’t stay like that long. The mess will start to dry soon, and stick, and— He knows neither of them have any interest in waking up like that.

But for now… 

He closes his eyes and basks in the warmth of Jason beside him.

[redheadspark]

Blossom

Summary - Doubt always stopped you from love, not anymore.

Warnings - This has some SMUT in the end, so 18+ only, You have been warned!

Author's Note- I wanted to write a one-shot with a reunion with Druig after the Emergence and make it more sensual than anything. I hope you like it :)

Throughout your time on earth, seeing centuries come and go and the planet evolves in such a natural state, you never thought you would be in such a predicament as this.

Covered in a hint of sweat, your heart still racing under your skin and against your chest, and your eyes looking at the outstretched fingers of marble.  The rolling waves from the ocean roar in your ears with the sea air in your hair and along your eyelashes.  One week ago you were living in solitude out on the Oregon Coast in the Pacific Northwest, the cool ocean was always calling to you along with the ever-consistent greenery and lush foliage of the forest.  You liked living alone, watching the humans from afar, and seeing where they are heading when it came to their evolution.  They have come so far in your mind already and they have still battle through and endure.

You weren’t always alone though, yet for the past 400 years you chose to be.  The group of beings that you were with since the dawn of human time on Earth were the first group of beings that you grew to love, you family if you will.  You were all sent to Earth to stop Deviants from hurting or killing humans, and not to interfere with the human evolution which was never ending and consistently changing.  It seemed so simple at first, yet watching all that the humans could do unfold in front of you was both thrilling at scary.  

The others with you, other Eternals, they grew on your skin like a new mold that was for you to wear, a new shield across your fragile body to make you stronger.  They were just as curious to the humans around them, willing to help but not too much.  They were all unique in their own ways when it came to how to interact and help with the humans, yet you all hid in the shadows as times passed.  The curiosity of humans morphed into fear, and fear morphed into anger.  When you were once worshipped as Gods, you were then feared as if you were cursed spirits bringing nothing but trouble and pain for the humans.  

Just a betrayal, from the very species you swore to protect.

Yet you all still loved them, their ever-fragile lives that were so short compared to yours, and their brains and knowledge limited compared to your own.  You noticed as time went on some loved the humans more than others, thinking of them as good creatures that had more good in their hearts than bad.  Even with all the sin and pain they caused one another, there was still good in the heart of humans.  Three Eternals stood out in your mind with that kind of gentleness and empathy towards the humans.  Ajak, your leader and the one sole being that could communicate with the Celestial who created you all: Arishem.  Sersi, a kind-hearted Eternal whose gentleness and soft words could melt the iciest of hearts. 

And lastly, the mind controller of the group of you: Druig. 

There you stood in the ocean waves, not caring that your armor was now soaked in both the salt water and some of the grim and a hint of blood.  You were letting the sound of the waves going up and down along the sand near your boots both calm you and remind you that you were alive.  Barely alive as it was, you felt it in your muscles and wrapped around your bones.  Almost like an ache from the top of your head to your toes, your head throbbing and fingers shaking.  

There was never a moment when you felt this kind of intense sensation of grief and relief rolled into one. All within minutes, minutes that felt like hours, and minutes that could have been the difference between life and death. All from the simple courage of keeping the humans alive and keeping their species afloat.  

Your mind was still occupied with the last several minutes: the near Emergence that almost destroyed the planet, The Domo being damaged thanks to Ikaris, and Ikaris turning on all of you.  

It was hard enough to hear that he was the one who killed Ajak because of her change of heart with the humans, but to know he was going to follow through with the Emergence just because of his belief in Arishem, was a blow.  

But the worst part of all of it was Ikaris killing Druig right in front of your eyes.

Druig, the one true pacifist of your entire family that also stole your heart at the same time.

He was always an air of mystery to you, from the very moment you two met on the Domo when you woke up for the first time.  He seemed to be isolated, alone, compared to the rest of the group who were all meeting one another.  Of course, you were meeting everyone too, both excited and anticipating helping the humans on the planet below.  But he came to you first, holding out a hand for your to shake and you took it with no hesitance.  

You should have known then at first touch, his larger yet soothing skin against yours when you went palm to palm, that your destinies would be intertwined from that moment on.  

So many nights spent talking together within the hidden halls of the Domo or along the weathered paths in the forest, observing the humans side by side, and even relying on one another as not just Eternals but as friends made you two grow closer as time went on.  Druig was seen as an aloof Immortal, the Mysterious God in the earlier times that would be on the sidelines instead of in the fight.  Hiding in the shadows to watch the humans both grow together and harm one another.  The others knew him as powerful, but they thought of him as more of a cranky fool than ambitious or well-liked.  He did have a sense of humor, you were a witness to that from time to time, but you knew the best thing about him was that he had a heart of gold.

“The guy doesn’t like anything fun, how can you stand it?”

“Druig has more heart and grit than Ikaris does, Kingo.  Surely you can see that too!”

You never thought you would be his advocate when it came to the others and their judgemental comments.  The only other person who was ever on his side was Makkari, the speedster with sticky fingers and massive optimism.  She was your close friend too, the three of you always being together and growing as friends with one another.  Yet Makkari could even see at the time how you and Druig were so natural together, from the laughter that was shared and exchanged to the deeper talks and longing for the humans to be at peace. She saw how you two leaned on each other, lifted each other up, and how things seemed so….natural when you two were side by side.

Druig has a unique soul, Makkari signed at you while you two sat together outside the Domo, sharing a catch of apples from the local orchid behind you, You seem to be the only one who knows and cares about him.

“You care too,” You signed and said to her, Makkari shrugging, “He and I are friends, you make it sound like he likes me or something,”

What’s not to like? She questioned you as you took a rather large bite from your apple, You’re kind, empathetic to everyone, a bit stubborn at times.

You huffed and nudged her shoulder as she laughed, But you are good to him.

How? You signed to her, not understanding as she paused and thought to herself.  She then grinned widely.

You listen.  You listen to Druig when no one else wants to, and I know he wants someone to listen to him. She explained calmly, you pausing and drinking in what she said.  In your mind it wasn’t so hard to listen o Druig, he always had something good and important to say to you.  He had a lot on his mind and you never minded him sharing those thoughts with you.  Whether they were simple and playful like badgering Pathos’s newest invention or joking about Ikaris and his pompous ways, or big and deep like how he wished for there to be peace with the humans.  You hung onto every word since deep down you knew he wanted to be heard.   Truly heard. 

“Hello you two!” 

You both looked over to see Druig approaching, carrying a mesh bag of with fruit inside.  As he stood in front of you two, he reached in with a hint of anticipation on his face and in his eyes.  You were thinking of your talk with Makkari, how she mentioned Druig in such a way that you Neve realized the flutter within your chest about him.  It never occurred to you that you loved the way his brown hair shined brightly in the sun, or how the flushness in his cheeks would occur after getting a compliment or praise, or even the blue in his eyes shined like diamonds or the twinkling stars at midnight.  

Maybe Makkari was right: maybe there was something there.

“For you,” Druig handed you an orange, ripe and massive in your palm. You grinned at him, feeling your fingers touch as he placed the fruit along your palm.  You missed the hint of flush on his cheeks as you smiled for thanks, him moving along to give Makkari her own share.

The orange was delicious, and the gesture was grand.

As time grew on and the humans were getting more and more vicious with one another, you and Makkari could tell Druig was getting restless and more on edge.  He couldn’t interfere with the humans and their natural evolution, none of your could.  So for Druig to watch from the shadows all the murder, all the pain and turmoil that that humans did against one another, you knew he could snap at any moment.  No matter how many talks you would have with him or reassure him that all was not lost, he was already lost in his own mind.

You couldn’t help your own best friend, and it was killing you in the end.

Feeling a hand along your backside, you looked a bit timidly to see Makkari going you on the surf of the beach.  Seeing her alive, after the brutal beating from Ikaris moments before when you thought all was lost.  Yet she was fine and well, not a scratch on her that would be concerning, so you were relieved.  Once you two locked eyes, seeing your best friend alive and well, you took in a long breath and she wrapped you in her arms. 

Apart from Druig, Makkari was closest to your heart.  She knew just how to make you smile and bring you the best gifts.  She always had her eyes open to the world and felt everything around her, using all of her senses and more to simply drink in the world and its ever-changing ways.  You were heartbroken when you left Makkari and the group so long ago, you have missed her company immensely.  

I’m okay she signed to you as you pulled away and scanned her up and down, you sighed in relief as Makkari grinned, You okay?

What were you going to say?  How could you say what was festering n your mind and you wished to have come out?  The festering feelings that you had towards Druig that now seemed lost since he was gone?  The yearning that you had to tell him far before any of this happened?  It was all there in your mind, no way of coming out with your words as you then saw Makkari look over her shoulder, almost as if she sensed something.  She froze, her hand on your arm clenching for a moment and in such a grip that you felt like you would get a bruise under your armor. Looking at her in confusion, you took her hand.

“What?” You asked in a breath, then followed her gaze to see what has her attention.  As soon as you saw it, you felt like the beach dropped out from beneath you, almost free-falling and yet flying at the same time.  The silhouette made its way across the beach, leaving footprints behind him.

HIm.  Druig.  Alive.

Makkari slipped away from you as you were frozen on your spot on the sand, not running or leaving a flash of light behind her as she would in the past.  She simply walked, as if he was some kind of illusion and she would break it using her speed.  You thought he was an illusion, after seeing him nearly die from Ikaris and his rage.  But there he was, being embraced by Makkari with a chuckle on his lips.  You watched in amazement and in disbelief, Druig pressing his head to hers, whispering “It’s okay…it’s okay” to Makkair knowing she could read his lips.  Makkari grinned, no longer mourning for him.  

Druig looked from Makkari to you, his eyes shifting from the joy of seeing Makkari to now looking at your shocked face.  Slowly he slipped away from Makkari, walking with ease across the top of the sand and with the wind picking up on his armor and in his hair.  You felt like you could cry, you wished you could cry, from thinking of the worst and how all of those “What If’s” no longer were needed.  You wanted to run to him, to wanted to wrap your arms around him.

You wanted….what did you want?

Druig took your hands first, lacing your fingers together gently to be palm to palm.  His touch was real, the coolness of his calloused skin and fingers against your own made you shutter as you finally looked up from your joined hands to his eyes.  He stood right in front of you, hands in the middle, and his eyes were forever soft.  You thought back, back to the plenty of times you got lost in those eyes.  

When he spoke about the humans, when he joked about Ikaris, when he would hear you talk to him about whatever was on your heart when he would laugh at something you or Makkari would say, when he cried after being told not to interfere with another war.  Those moments are flooding your mind in that second, the blue orbs in all their shades that were all Druig rolled into one.  

He was there.

Reaching up, you placed a hand on his cheek near his jaw to feel the cool skin on your palm.  Once you touched his cheek, he smiled.  You knew that smile, and that’s when you cried.  Tears rolled down your cheeks, knowing this was no trick or sick dream in the afterlife you thought you were in.  Instantly, Druig pulled you into his arms as you cried, keeping him close as you two embraced.  Perhaps there was nothing to really say since it felt it in the hug he had on you.  One arm around you like a shield, the other clutching your back along your shoulder blades. Your fingers were clutching his armor, your head in his shoulder to breathe him in as another reminder that he was alive and real.  That Ikaris didn’t kill him, and that all was not completely lost.

“You missed me?” He asked, sounding like his old self as you two hugged.  You laughed, though it was wet since you were still crying.  Druig must have heard and sensed it as he leaned back to scan your eyes.  He said nothing, maybe he wanted to but he was silent about it.  Finally, he simply leaned his head in and touched his forehead with yours.

You knew this gesture all too well, you’ve seen It happen for centuries on end with humans all across the globe.  It was a way of speaking without words, the simplest action of consenting to another persona s if you were connecting souls to be one.  Touching foreheads meant comradery, it meant mutual respect, it meant friendship and mutual understanding, it meant the sharing of grief.

Lastly, it meant love.  Love that was keeping than words and the touching of lips.  Love seemed to be laced in time and with the evolution of humans.  The one constant thing about humans was love.  Love could be in all shades, shapes, and forms. bBt love was still the same.

And you felt it, right there on that beach, with the Mind Controller himself.  You loved him with everything you had.  

“Let’s rest here for a few days and then we can figure out what we need to do, and I think we earned some rest,”

“Great, I need to call my husband and son.  What about you, Druig?”

“Erm, I’m gonna change out of my armor first before I do anythin’ else,”

You watched as Druig slipped out of the meeting room of the Domo and into his old living quarter down the hall, the others then making their way to the ramp that was lowering down onto the South Dakota soil beneath you all.  The whistling sounds of the wind were heard as Phastos walked down the ramp first, Thena and Makkari were right behind him.  Makkari stopped, seeing you stay in your spot and not follow them.

You coming? She asked, you shaking your head.

“I’m gonna stay and keep an eye on him,” You explained, Makkari giving you a small smile and a nod before she glided down the steps.  Thena paused for a moment more, maybe trying to read the room and see the hesitance in your stance.  Thena was good at reading between the lines, better than you ever were as she merely smiled.  She picked up on something, though before you could say anything to her, she walked away and down the ramp.  Even after a heated battle and dealing with her Mahd Wy Ry, Thena was still the powerful warrior you knew and admired for centuries.

Finally, being alone and with your thoughts, you looked back over in the direction of Druig’s quarters.  Of course, you were going to keep an eye on him, he has gone through enough and beyond on that beach, and even before reuniting with the rest of the Eternals after walking away from them willingly.  But you saw the pain in how Druig was walking, the stiffness in his stance, and in how he would squint with every other step.  He was wounded and hurt, but Druig was also never one to seek out help.  

So you were going to help him yourself.

You knew his stubborn side and were at the wrath of it a few times long ago, but it was never something that was out of your control.  This was just the same, Druig wanting to mend his own wound and not have help.  Even after the world nearly ended and he nearly escaped death.  As you walked down the hallway, you replayed the reunion that you had on the beach.  The feeling of being held by Druig, closely and intimately as if there was no one else watching.  You’ve hugged before, so many times, and in so many situations.  

Why was this one different?  Why did you feel love in it?

Carefully and without making a sound, you placed your hands on the door that was slipped slightly open and you pushed it, feeling it slide over.  Poking your head into the dark room, you instantly saw Druig standing in front of the mirror by his bed, looking at his armor and his reflection.  He looked more somber, almost as if his mind was haunted by something. Not a scowl, but a pondering gaze as he was scanning his armor.  His fingers were twitching at his side, one had moved up and attempted to undo one of the seams that could be taken off easily and have the armor slide off.  But he hissed when he moved his arm, you clearing your throat and he looked through the mirror at you.

“You need a hand?” You asked, closing the door behind you.  The familiar humming of the Domo and its Eternal energy was the only thing heard as you walked across the small space to be behind Druig.  He nodded silently, placing his arm down as you reached up to his shoulder.  Pausing for a brief moment, you looked from his shoulder over to his reflection, seeing how his face was a bit downcast. Almost like he was lost in thought yet again, you knew that look far too well for far too long.

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly as you then felt his armor under your fingers, feeling out the latches that were under the armor. 

“What makes you think I’m thinkin’?” Druig asked you softly, the tremor of his voice was soft compared to the humming of the Domo with the Eternal Energy.

“Because I know the face you make when you’re thinking and contemplating,” You explained, “You’ve made the same face for the past 7,000 years, Druig.  You can talk to me….like we used to,”

Druig said nothing at first as you got one latch done on his armor, then moved to the next latch.  You never wanted to use or rush him into talking to you, it never worked that way in the past.  He would find you on his own time, and vice versa with you.  It seemed as if you two were so in tune with one another that you both inwardly knew when you needed to talk to each other. 

That never faded, even after those 500 years of being away from one another and on separate parts of the planets.  You felt that tug on some nights alone when you were out in the Pacific North West, longing to talk to Druig and to get his sound advice or pearls of wisdom that he always had.  But mostly, you just missed him. 

“I’m thinkin’ about the world almost endin’,” Druig said calmly, his eyes going back to his armor that he was still sporting as you got the second latch done before moving to the third near his neck and upper shoulder blade, “I’m thinkin’ about how I was in my village not 4 days ago….and I’m thinkin’ about how I’ve missed you all,”

“They all missed you too,” You reasoned as you were about to undo the last latch when Druig’s eyes snapped over to yours within a second.

“Would it be unkind for me to say I’ve missed some more than others?” He asked you, not in a coy manner but sounding genuine.  You had to smile, thinking nothing of it since it was a simple question.

“I don’t think so,” you replied in a hum, though you could tell Druig’s eyes were on you as you were looking at the intrinsic designs of Druig’s armor right in front of your eyes, “I know you and Makkari are very close—“

“I have missed her, but she’s not who I was talking about,” Druig interrupted you gently, and you hear almost a subtle hint in his tone as you were trying to avoid seeing his eyes.  You were hoping that he was talking about someone else, anyone else, because you knew if he was talking about you, then you would both be petrified and ecstatic at the same time.  

Ecstatic, because you knew those feelings that you had about him were accurate and true.  Petrified, because you didn’t know what would happen between the pair of you from that moment on.

“It’s been some time, Druig,” You started, keeping your eyes down but seeing him out of your side view.  

“It has,” Druig agreed, “We haven’t actually talked in some time, we used to be close,”

He wasn’t lying then, and as you were contemplating what you were going to or what you were going to say, Druig reached up and touched your hand that was on his shoulder, still not moving from undoing the last latch.  Almost like a sign that you were waiting to undo the last latch of hesitance within you, and all Druig had to do was say the right thing or do the right gesture. 

“I know,” You agreed, though your voice was not as bold as it was before.  A vulnerability was coming in with no way or you to slow it down to eliminate it.  And as Druig laced your fingers together on the top of his shoulder, you once again remembered all of those lost moments with Druig so long ago.  

Was the feeling the love consistently there? 

“Druig,” You started to say, though you had no real sentence formed together in what you were going to tell him, “I—“

Druig moved before he could stop, turning to face you within a moment and being nose-to-nose with you.  You exhaled, almost lost in the sudden movement as Druig leaned in and kissed you.

Your mind was blank, your breath was gone, and you felt as though you woke up for the first time on The Domo all over again.

His lips against yours felt so soft, almost like touching the velvet pedals on a newly bloomed flower.  Maybe it almost felt like a breath of fog that would brush against your skin to make you shiver, but the sensation of your heart unfolding as if it was tucked in for far too long felt surreal, uneasy, but much needed.  He still held your hand, not with force but almost not with too much gentleness either.  You felt it in how he kept your joined hands together: He was wanting to kiss you for some time.

But it was gone far too soon, Druig pulled away from one simple kiss that seemed to move mountains inside of you.  He barely pulled away, you slowly opening your eyes to see him watching you for some kind of reaction.  Did he think you were going to slap him?  Or walk out the door and pretend that kiss never happened?  

None of that was on your mind, and you leaned back in and kissed him just as softly.  

Both of you moved then, not fast and quick like your beating heart, but carefully and in precision.  Your fingers were reaching up to cup his face, feeling him slightly tremble as he kissed you over and over.  His hands went around your waist instantly, and you felt him tug you in a bit closer as you both were consistently kissing.  There was no way for you to stop, after thousands of years of hiding what you were feeling and not telling a soul.

Druig’s hands moved as well as yours, his going along your waist where there was an opening of your armor and he started to undo the latches there while he was keeping his constant slow kisses against your lips.  Your body was reacting because of it too, your own fingers seeking out the latch on his shoulder blade.  Finally, it clicked off, Druig moved his arms to let the top part of his armor slip off and fall to the floor as he was now moving his kisses to your cheeks and then your jawline.  There was no urgency, it felt like Druig was mapping your skin with his lips and trying to engrain the feeling in his own mind.  You were doing the same too, your mind was overwhelmed as his armor fell to the ground and his own fingers got your armor loosened too. 

Once your armor fell to the ground, another layer came undone 

His hands found your waist under your undergarments, you sighed as his lips were along your neck and kissing you so gently, it was like he was afraid you would be frightened by him.  Your own hands moved on their own too, landing on his forearms to feel the muscles he developed thanks to running a village deep in the Amazon Jungle.  

His fingers along your skin were electric, you felt like he had some kind of mind control over you though it was never the case.  Neither one of you was slowing down on your kissing, and your neck was far too sensitive for his lips as you leaned into him some more.  You could feel him slowly going lower with his lips, you moaning softly as he then moved away to stare at you deeply.  With cherry lips and dilated blue orbs, Druig looked as if he was in his most vulnerable state, and you thought he was downright beautiful.

No walls to hide behind or to put up, no hesitance in what he wanted to do or how he wanted to do it.  No reservations, he was simply bare and open to you in this small moment of time.  

“I’ve only thought of you for all those 500 years since I walked away,” Druig said to you carefully, you watching his eyes as he held you a pinch tighter, “I should have said something way sooner: I was in love with you, and I still am.”

All this time?  Were there signs of his love for you that you didn’t see or were blinded by?  There had to have been signs all around you that Druig had feelings for you, and now you felt like a fool.  But that had to be placed in the past, everything else that was in the past no longer mattered to you or to Druig.  So you smiled, smiled so wide that you felt it in your cheeks as Druig then grinned too.

“I love you too,” You whispered to him, knowing it was true.  Nothing else was as certain as those three words that you said to Druig.  You had to let your heart guide you as you two undressed each other slowly and with such gentleness, time seemed to have slowed for you two.  As clothes were tangled on the floor, Druig eased you into his lap on the bed as your lips never stopped kissing and your hands never stopped roaming.  

Feeling this kind of love expanded and heightened was an out-of-body experience for you, Druig touching you in places where you would tremble and whimper in his arms and his love for you kept flowing and growing.  He never slowed in his affection, lips traveling over your breasts and stomach, hands grazing your thighs and along your aching core, and his eyes mystified at the sight of you bare and open for him on the bed.  He was just as bare, you taking in a breath in how you two got to this place and neither one of you wanted to go back.  You loved having him in your arms, touching him along his own legs and hips to hear him moan as he swallowed your whimpers with his kisses.  

Druig bringing you pleasure made you think of seeing the stars for the first time up in the heavens in the earlier years on Earth.  Your senses were on overdrive and your own soul felt like it was expanding more and more as your pleasure was getting higher and higher.  It was a sight to see, you sprawled on the bed and Druig between your legs and making your shake and moan so loud that you were inwardly glad the rest of the group was off the ship. But your mind was on Druig, feeling him lace your hands together as he kept your thighs parted and licked into your folds with vigor and delicacy.  

Even as you were being held in his arms as he rolled his hips, you feel him go deeper and slower as you were holding on for dear life.  Nothing else seemed to be flooding your mind in that room, just you and Druig tangled together in your sheets and letting each other feel the love you had for one another.  It was always there from the very beginning, and now it was the instant sensation that you two were finally sharing it together.  The way he held you as he fucked you, not in an animalistic way but in the way only Druig could.  Deep and sensual, intense and yet gentle.  It seemed like he was possessive of you, but at the same time, he moved your hands to where he knew where you wanted to touch.

Love was an insane feeling and sensational feeling, and you had it with Druig as you climaxed together.

After the rush was gone and you were in the afterglow, Druig still held you close as you were staring at one another.  You both were in a sheen of sweat, hair all over the place, and your breathing was still labored.  But there was a sense of peace there in that bed, you reached up to trace his brown hair away from his icy blue orbs.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him as you could see him scanning your eyes.  He scooted a bit closer, your shared body heat still couldn’t stop the shiver that you got as Druig traced your spine with his fingers.  His kind and steady gaze were still cosmic after getting together in such a state he still took your breath away.

“How we could have had this sooner if I would have told you sooner how I felt,” he admitted.  You felt your heart break a little bit from hearing that because you knew that deep down you are thinking the same thing.  Perhaps you both were not realizing what was in front of you all this time, what could have blossomed into something beautiful and good.  

“We still have time, Druig,” You reminded him, seeing him blink slowly at you as you kissed his palm soothingly, “There’s still time for us, and I wanna make it worth it with you,”

There was still uncertainty about your future now that the Emergence was over and you were all trying to find your ways again.  There was no need to stay on Earth and wait for something, but the future will forever be foggy.  For now, you were only thinking of the new love that was formed in the very bed, with the very Eternal who wished for love amongst the humans.  

Druig leaned in a kiss you again, you sighing against his lips as he rolled to hover over you and kiss you all over your face.  You had to giggle from the antic, Druig chuckled from hearing your laugh so light and floating in the air.  

The fears were in the past, and your future was bright.

The End.

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