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[roses-r-rosie3]

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Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Semi public sex, blindfolding, handjob, spit as lube,

Requested by anon:

detective reader with jason todd? the readers really good at investigating and have a lot of important intel on a crime boss that jason is also targeting, when the detective is alone in the office jason is waiting there in the dark ready to get some info, but the reader is very reluctant to give sensitive information to a vigilante. so jason fucks it out of the reader over his desk? until the reader is begging and babbling out information so easily also i'd say this is their first time meeting ok thanks have a good day/night

A/n: This was the fic I was talking about when I posted this 😭

Quote: “You know… I was just going to force you to give me the information, but it looks like you want me to fuck it out of you”

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You were one of the best detectives in Gotham. ‘Why?’ You may ask, well it was because your skills at investigating. As a kid you always loved watching shows like scooby doo. You would constantly try to guess who was behind the mask (you were right most of the time). So it didn’t surprise your parents/friends when you got a job at the gcpd.

When you joined the gcpd, you were one of the youngest rookies at the time, so whenever you would try to input some of your ideas, your superiors would immediately shut you down. It wasn’t until you broke a career-defining case that you earned everyone’s respect, even Bruce himself was impressed. Because of that, you eventually became Gotham’s best and youngest detectives that there was.

So when news broke that there was a new crime boss in town, you were first on the case. However, Jason was also interested in this new Crime Boss, and he didn’t really feel like investigating, so he decided why not just try to get Information from you. Of course, Jason could’ve just asked someone like Tim but everyone else was too busy with their own problems that they didn’t have time for the Crime Boss.

Jason obviously knew about you, youngest detective in Gotham blah blah blah… but the problem was, the two of you have never formally met before. But who knows maybe Jason would get lucky and you would just hand over the information, even though Jason knew the chances were very low (but hey a boy could only hope).

You were in your office, staying overtime to investigate. It was currently 4am and your body was basically running on coffee. You were super invested in this case and nothing was going to stop you. However, you eventually decided to give yourself a little break to use the restroom and get some more coffee.

You said your ‘hi’s to your co-workers before walking back to your office. When got to the door you waved to everyone before walking in and closing the door behind you. After you placed your beverage down on your desk sensed someone behind you. You immediately pulled out your gun from your belt and pointed it at the figure.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” You asked.

“Damn, not bad detective” the figure chuckled.

“Answer me goddamn it who are you” you growled.

The figure walked forward, closer to the light in the office. The figure was revealed to be red hood. You knew who red hood was, I mean how couldn’t you know who he was! He was a famous vigilante and he made your job a lot harder than it already was.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, with your gun still pointing at him.

“I’m here because of the new gang leader in town” Jason answered.

“He’s a crime boss” you replied snarlingly.

“Yeah, yeah, you know what I meant” Jason rolled his eyes.

“What about him?” You said.

“I need you to give me some information about him” Jason replied.

“I can’t tell you that, it’s classified information” you said, gripping your gun tighter.

“That’s what I thought you would say, but I’m afraid I’m that I’m not taking no as an answer” Jason said as he walked closer to you.

“Stop! Don’t come any closer! I’ll shoot!” You said.

Jason let out a chuckle before quickly knocking the gun out of your hand. Jason started to slowly walk towards you, until you felt yourself bump into your desk behind you.

“What’s your answer now detective?” Jason said as he towered over you.

“No” you said, standing your ground.

“Why are you making this so difficult?” Jason sighed before he put his hands around your throat as he choked you lightly.

You tried not to make any noise, but a moan slipped out of your mouth as his grip tightened a little. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a bulge started to form in your pants too. Eventually you got so hard to the point where Jason could feel your cock rubbing against his.

“Oh, you pervert” Jason smirked behind his mask.

“You know… I was just going to force you to give me the information, but it looks like you want me to fuck it out of you” Jason whispered against your ears as he slowly started to rub your crotch.

“N-no it’s not like that, you’re not getting the information” you tried to say as he started rubbing your crotch at an even faster rate.

“Are you sure about that detective?” Jason chuckled as unzipped your fly and slipped his hands into your boxers.

You moaned loudly as Jason rubbed your tip, spreading your precum. You whined, bucking up into his hand. Your eyes hung low, squeezing shut as he brushed over your tip.

“It seems to me like you’re enjoying this quite a bit” Jason said as continued teasing you.

All of a sudden, Jason started stroking you fast and tight around your sensitive dick. You whimpered as he stroked your cock faster and faster. Just when you were about to cum, Jason swiftly pulled his hand away. But before you could even complain, Jason quickly took the tie around you neck and wrapped it around your eyes.

“Can’t have you seeing my face now can I?” Jason smirked under his mask.

Jason took of his mask and tossed it to the side before sloppily making out with you. You were completely under his control at this point, I mean you were completely blinded what else could you do (and it felt good too).

Before you were being bent over with your ass facing Jason’s direction. You shivered as you felt Jason pull down your trousers and boxers. Jason spit on his fingers and slowly inserted his fingers into your hole, smirking at your reactions.

You huffed, your fingers clawing the table and a tight sound escaping him as Jason pressed his slick fingers into your hole. When Jason felt like you were loose enough he pulled his fingers out and slowly started to pull out his cock.

You were now impatiently waiting as Jason took his sweet time. When you finally heard Jason pull his cock out, he started teasing your hole with his tip. You gasped as you felt his tip teasing your hole.

“Last chance to tell me the information before I destroy your hole detective” Jason said.

“I-I’m not telling you s-shit” you said, still trying your best to stand your ground.

“You brought this on yourself” Jason sighed as he pushed himself all the way inside of you.

Jason slowly started to roll his hips, hearing as you whimpered. He started pulled out slowly, but suddenly he harshly slammed back into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. Jason gripped onto your hips tightly, undeniably leaving bruises as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

Pleasure took over your mind as you were being ruthlessly fucked by Jason on your desk. You were trying hard not to moan too loud because your co-workers were right outside the door, and god forbid if one of them came inside your room. Jason however, did not like the fact you were trying to silence yourself, so he started thrusting faster and deeper, hitting your prostate.

While Jason was pounding you, he hit a particular spot that made you let out a loud moan. He smiled to himself before pulling out and then ramming down on the same spot repeatedly. You were a mess at this point, you were begging for him to fuck you harder as sweat coated your body. And before you knew it, you were mindlessly muttering out the information.

“W-warehouse… Ah! At- p-please~ M-Miller Harbor…” you mumbled.

Jason chuckled to himself. You, a detective with a phenomenal reputation, falling apart and becoming a whiny mess just because of Jason. You could feel ever pulsing vein on Jason’s cock as he fucked you.

You see, before this whole fiasco happened, Jason was doing some research on you. He found out all sorts of things about you, one of them being that you were in the running to be the next captain. So while he was thrusting into you, he thought why not taunt you with this information.

“Do you really think they’ll make you captain after this? Gotham’s best detective giving out information, just because he’s being fucked like a slut” Jason smirked against your neck.

You were as dicked down as one could be, the tie around your eyes was soaked in your tears, flushed cheeks, shaky legs, bruised hips, and covered in your own sweat. But you still managed to cling on to a bit of information, which was pretty impressive.

Jason could tell you were close, but he could also tell you still had pieces of information that he wanted. So he gripped onto your cock so that you couldn’t cum, and pounded faster. He pulled your hair so that your head was up against his shoulder.

“I know you’re close, so why don’t you just tell me a bit more information and I’ll let you cum detective” Jason whispered as licked up and down your neck.

You tried, you really tried to hold on, but the combination of Jason’s thrusts, and his mouth licking and biting at your neck and earlobe made you break.

“His first name is G-Gra-AH-nt, his last name is Mikhail, he came from R-russia and moved over to Gotham for weapon.. ngh… trading a drug deals j-just please let me cum!” You blurted.

“Good job, you earned it detective” Jason smirked as he started jerking you off at the same rate as his thrusts.

Before you knew it, you let out a loud whimper as you spilled your load all over Jason’s hands and your desk. Your brain was complete mush as Jason chased his release.

“S-so tight around my cock” Jason groaned.

Jason pulled your head towards his and pulled you in for a sloppy kiss as his one of his hands gripped tightly around your hips. He thrusted deeply into you, one last time before releasing his load into your wrecked hole.

Jason waited a moment to collect himself before pulling out. He chuckled as he watched his cum trickle out of your hole. He looked at his hands that was covered with your seed and tasted it.

“Damn, you got a pretty good load” Jason teased before cleaning both of you up.

After you were both cleaned up, Jason quickly left, leaving you there with the aftermath. You were too tired (your legs were too sore) to drive home at this point, so you decided to sleep in your office for the day.

When you woke up, let’s just say you were met with one of the worst days of your life. First, you had a really bad limp that would probably last weeks. Second, it turns out Jason took all that information and ended up putting the guy in Arkham Asylum. And third, he was getting all the praise for “solving the case all on his own”.

You were beyond angry. You had to get your payback somehow.

[vinndoggy]

Toji x male reader

headcanons // ₊˚⊹

──★ sfw

toji 'works' alot so you don't end up seeing him most of the days

He'd send you cute texts to say he loves you , he misses you and wants to hold you

as SOON as he gets home he will grab onto you

he holds you tightly against his chest , whispering 'I love you' over and over

does he love cuddling , he's ontop of you holding you close till you can't move or even breath

he's a terrible cook but enjoys cooking with you

Type to wear those 'kiss the cook' aprons

Heck he loves funny shirts and forces you to wear matching with him 'I come in peace' 'peace' type shirts

never dresses formal , just baggy pants and a tight shirt

──★ nsfw

Makes out with you anywhere and anytime

he loves marking you so people knows what's his

if he's had a long day he will make you ride him

he's tried to ride you but ends up crushing you

toji will grab onto your balls and just play with them. (in public even no shame) he loves doing it as a tease

he's pretty big, alot of times he can only fit his tip in (if your tight)

he loves grabbing your waist from behind, shoving his hard on against your ass grinding away

rough even if you ask for him to be gentle he's rough

[biggestxsimps]

Yandere Taro & Ayato x male reader

Where reader is a popular guy who’s friends with all the groups. He always has his arm draped around someone, either across their shoulders or around the waist (platonically.) However everyone has developed feelings for him because of it. Especially the yan duo, who aren’t too keen on sharing with anyone else but themselves.

Kidnapped By Obsession

Yandere!Ayato Aishi + Yandere!Taro Yamada x Male Reader

A/N: Hello! This fic was requested over on our Tumblr! Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely enjoyed writing this fic, probably one of my favourites I’ve written yet. This fic is a little over 2.3k words, thank you for being very patient with me, this was delayed for a little while but I hope you guys enjoy it. Any feedback is appreciated!

(I do not support yandev.)

CONTENT WARNINGS: 

Yandere simulator, Yanderes, Murder, Weapons, Blood, Violence and Kidnapping!

Y/N arrived at school late, a few minutes after the bell had rung for break. He walked over to his locker, putting his bag away and grabbing out his bento box. Just as he shut his locker, Kokona popped up into his vision, a small smile appeared on the female's face. “Hi Y/N-Kun! I didn’t see you in the morning so I figured you weren’t coming to school today.” she spoke softly, taking his hand in her own.

Y/N smiled in return as Kokona started to lead him towards the doors of the courtyard. “I slept in.” he responds, chuckling softly as he pushes the door open, Kokona following after him as they stroll through the courtyard, eyes following the two. Well, more so Y/N. An extremely well known and popular guy at the school, he practically befriended everyone he knew. He was very charismatic and easy to get along with.

Kokona let out a small laugh, slowly letting go of his hand. Osana looked up, seeing Y/N had finally arrived. She groaned softly, seeing the purple haired female there besides him already. She huffed, turning to face Taro who was already watching the two approach them.

“Taro! She’s always with him, practically a fly stuck to a spider's web. It sucks, I never get alone time with him without that idiot around.” she whined lowly, referring to Kokona.

Taro locked eyes onto Y/N, he couldn’t help but stare, completely blocking out Osana’s whining and complaining. He could feel his heart race slightly, he couldn’t take his eyes off him. He was absolutely perfect in every way, shape, and form. Whilst he was lost in thought, Osana grew increasingly irritated with her best friend, she shoved him harshly, Taro suddenly snapping out of his thoughts.

Kokona exchanged a friendly greeting with Taro, trying her best to greet the ginger. Meanwhile Osana snarled slightly, being completely impolite but still managing a quick ‘Hello.’

Y/N greeted Osana with a happy expression, absolutely glad to see his friend after the weekend. Osana’s demeanour changed within seconds as her friend acknowledged her. “Hi Y/N-Kun!” she spoke ecstatic, her mood being ruined when he turned his attention to Taro.

Taro smiled slightly, watching him. “Hello Y/N..” he said timidly, feeling his heartbeat pace faster. “Hello Taro, it’s nice seeing you again.” he spoke, giving a small nod.

The raven haired male’s cheeks lit up, dusting a soft pink coat as Kokona and Y/N started to walk off, Osana walked after them, Taro shutting his book and following closely behind. “Can I come? It gets kinda lonely just sitting here.” he hummed, finding some excuse to come with them.

Y/N gave a small nod of approval, Taro walked behind them, listening in on their conversation, trying to pick out the things on Y/N.

A few minutes beforehand, Ayato was propped up against the tree in the courtyard, stalking Taro as per usual. He didn’t feel the same, not like he used to when stalking him, he wasn’t lovestruck, he barely felt anything anymore for him. His heart wasn’t running 100 miles an hour like it used to.

He was pulled away from his thoughts as he watched two new people enter his vision. He could recognise Kokona, but Y/N not so much. He had seen the other around school, but he didn’t think much of him until now. His heart raced, feeling his cheeks heat up as he cupped them slightly, letting out a sound of frustration.

He shook his head slightly. He needed to remain alert at all times, no time for fussing over Y/N when he ‘loved’ Taro.

Aishi observed them from afar before deciding to walk after them, making sure to maintain some distance. He wasn’t going to let some lousy male get between him and Taro, he would ‘still willingly’ do anything and everything for him.

Once they arrived, Taro took a seat, Osana and Kokana sitting beside him, Y/N sitting on the edge beside Osana, engaging in some small talk with her as he ate his food.

Taro averted his gaze, watching Osana with a loathing look in his eyes. He was vaguely annoyed, not liking how much attention Osana was getting at all. He nearly lost his cool just from the simple touch of Y/N placing a hand on her shoulder in a friendly manner.

Kokona noticed his irritation but decided to stay quiet, not thinking further about it. She was sure the two friends had some small argument earlier, there seemed to always be an issue between those two.

Not far away, Ayato was watching from the doorway to the roofs before moving over to a wall nearby where they sat, glancing around the corner, trying to overhear the conversation. It was when he’d realised that Y/N had his hands on Osana’s shoulders, his face contorting into a look of slight disgust.

Timeskip:

Over the last few weeks, Y/N had started to see a repeating pattern of Kokona and Osana constantly ignoring him, or walking off every time he tried to speak to them or anything. In fact, when he would go up to other people they’d just dismiss their conversations and go elsewhere. He was super confused, why were people suddenly avoiding him.

Had he done something wrong? He hadn’t heard anything bad.

He found it slightly weird that only Taro and Ayato had come up to him with no worries at all, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, he was sure it was nothing at all.

Kokona and Osana were both absolutely petrified. Not only for themselves but also for the safety of Y/N.

Kokona had received an absolute brutal letter not long ago, threatening to blackmail her or potentially murder her if she got in the way between Y/N and Ayato. Whilst only a few days ago Osana was held at knife point by Taro as he intimidated her, Y/N right around the corner.

It was just a little after school as Y/N roamed the halls in hope to find someone he could speak to. He averted his gaze, seeing Budo just outside of the martial arts club.

Budo looked up, seeing Y/N come over to him. He sucked in a breath, looking around nervously before he spoke. “Haha! Y/N. It’s great to see you! What brings you to the uhm-..martial arts club?” He asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/N observed the others body language, letting out a small groan in response. “You too? Budo. What’s going on?. Have I done something?” He asked, praying for answers. It was really starting to bug him now, he even thought it might have been the bullies doing, but even they turned a blind eye on him and he was respected by them too.

Budo stepped from side to side slightly, trying his best to suppress his nervous fidgeting. He glanced around before grabbing Y/N’s wrist gently, pulling him inside of the club room before shutting the door and looking around in panic.

Y/N slowly draped an arm on his shoulder, tapping his shoulder gently to try and distract him from his worries. “Budo relax, nothings going to happen. Whatever you’re worrying about..I’m here.” He smiled.

With reassurance from Y/N, Budo stopped and looked at him, leaning into his comforting chaste touch. “I overheard a conversation between Yamada and Aishi talking about how to make others avoid you. I’m unsure why but they were rambling on about how everyone is taking you away from them.”

Y/N looked at the other, he wore a blank expression. He was unsure how to feel at the sudden news. But it did make sense why others were avoiding him so much and why Ayato and Taro hadn’t. He could feel himself going to be sick. He gave a small nod, smiling slightly at Budo. “Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it..” he responds, pulling the martial arts club leader in a warm hug.

Budo reluctantly wrapped his arms around his torso, giving a small nod in response. He closed his eyes for a moment, figuring how dead he would be if he were caught anywhere near Y/N. He slowly opened his eyes, fixating them onto a familiar looking silhouette through the doors. He immediately let go of Y/N in panic, pointing back at the door.

Y/N whipped his head around, only getting a small glimpse of the shadow before the person fled. He sucked in a breath, his heart starting to race. He glanced around, grabbing Mastudas wrist as he opened the door and poked his head out before he started to quietly walk down the hallway with him.

The raven haired boy looked around quickly, keeping quiet, as if he was trying not to alert the person. He knew many people wouldn’t be around so he Prayed they would get out of there quickly.

Within minutes, the two had flown down the stairs, running side by side, footsteps trailing not far behind them as they exited the school building, slowing down when they heard the steps come to a halt. Budo leaned over, resting his hands on his knees as breathed heavily, Y/N leaning against the wall as he tried to catch his breath.

“I think..- we lost..them..-” Budo sighed, slowly getting up.”Go home Y/N.” he spoke again.

Y/N raised a brow, he was clearly worried for Budos safety. “Are you sure?” he asked, Budo giving a small nod of reassurance once more. Without another word, Y/N gave the other a hug before quickly leaving the school grounds. He had great faith in Budo, he was the leader of the martial arts club.

They went their separate ways, Y/N starting to head home. On his way home, he couldn't help but feel tense. He couldn’t shake off what Budo told him minutes ago, he felt weirded out. What would Taro and Ayato want with him? He was convinced that Taro and Osana were in love, he was also sure he had caught Ayato stalking Taro too months ago! He was starting to overthink it too much, he was driving himself down a pothole of anxiety.

Whilst he was lost in thought, someone approached him from ubehind, following closely behind him, awaiting for the perfect moment to strike. Within seconds, the figure wrapped their arms around Y/N, a black glove covering his mouth, the other gripping onto his side tightly to stop him from moving around. “Quit moving, unless you want to die.” The voice spoke, slowly bringing a bloody knife to his neck.

Y/N went stiff in their grasp, immediately recognising the voice. He went into an instant state of panic as he stayed still, listening to every word they said.

There was no way Ayato would actually hurt Y/N! He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He loved him alot, even more than when he had loved Taro previously. Something about the other drove him to absolute insanity, he couldn’t see himself getting violent with Y/N like he thought about with Yamada.

After a few threats and thrashing around, Y/N slowly complied with him and did as he said. He had tried his best to fight back, but the awkward position wasn’t helping him

Ayato grabbed out a cloth which was already covered in chloroform. Wasn’t the safest option, but he figured Y/N could handle it. He held it against Y/N’s mouth and nose. Slowly but surely his body went limp in the other's arms, everything going black.

A soft groan fell from Y/N’s lips, his body aching slightly. How long had he been out for? Just as he went to stretch out his body, his movements were restricted. He hissed slightly, feeling rope burn against his skin. He then recalled what happened, immediately his body going into an utter state of panic as he tried his best to compose himself.

A disgusting scent filled his nose, the smell of something metallic and rusty.

He was snapped out of thoughts as he heard something scuffle nearby, the lights being switched on. Y/N squinted his eyes, allowing him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the brightness before his gut whirled.

Taro walked in, Ayato following not too far behind him with a small smile. “You’re awake! I hope Ayato wasn’t too rough. He insisted on bringing you here.” He spoke, grumbling softly.

Ayato rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Y/N looked up at the two horrified. He could still imagine the bloody gloves, the feeling of the liquid leaking onto his clothes whilst he was fighting against Ayato.

Oh he could only imagine whose blood it was…

He prayed that Budo got home safely.

“I didn’t hurt him. He's fine. See, no injuries.” Ayato spoke, kicking off the wall and walking over to Y/N, gripping his chin gently. “You’re not scared, are you?” He asked lowly.

Y/N tensed up, shaking his head. “Whose blood..was that on you?” He asked with a shaky voice.

Ayato chuckled softly, shaking his head slightly. “The martial arts leader, uh Budo Matsuda. That guy who had his arms around you..” he mumbled, his skin crawling just at the thought of others being anywhere near him.

Y/N sunk back into his chair, his breathing quickening slightly. He knew he shouldn’t have left Budo alone. “You’re sick! Both of you- Oh my fucking god..” he yelled out, seeing Taro dragging Budo’s limp body along the floor. He felt sick, visibly gagging a few times.

Yamada glanced over at Y/N, smiling slightly and rubbing his neck. “Sorry Y/N, I gotta get rid of the body.” He hummed. He looked extremely happy, it made Y/N sick to his core. How could someone be so cruel?

Y/N looked away, clenching his eyes shut tightly, hoping that this was just all a bad dream. He shut out the voices of both Ayato and Taro, his whole world going quiet as he sat there in silence.

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 2

[iguwarf]

the problem is solved, but at what cost

[breezeowci]

[elvthali]

Keeping your murder-machine boyfriend contained is a fulltime job *based off This Image lmfao Just a really sloppy thing cause man my head has been useless lately orz

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[buckyshusband0]

「 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Andy Barber x Male Reader 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Major Angst, Fluff, death by illness, depressed Andy, heartbreak, crying, feelings of; grief, pain & regret, yelling, pet names (angel & baby), arguing, after care, scene of consuming alcohol, mature/sad themes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k+ 

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You decide to spend the last moments of your life with your fiancé — Andy Barber — after contracting an illness that gives you only a few days left to live. You didn't leave this planet without leaving something behind for Andy to find.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I got this idea, watching a show and I cried. Anyways, this has little to no fluff with most angst so I hope you all are ready (I shall not be blamed for any feelings of sadness or pain). Reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ  𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓

EYES being stained in pale pink. The sound of echoing beeping machines could be heard around the white frumpish hospital room. Andy’s soft — but also rough — hands held your icy-cold ones. 

His teary stone-cold gaze stayed glued onto your barely breathing body as he squeezed your (s/c) hand tightly. Soft sniffles escaped his body from the number of times he had ended up crying. Andy sat on the warm fabric navy blue chair as he pulled it closer to your bed. 

Sounds of muffled voices — obviously doctors — could be heard from the other side of the wall. “How is our patient?” Dr. Moore, one of the doctors that were caring for you, asked his colleague. Nurse Benett let out a tired sigh before responding back to Dr. Moore. 

“If I’m being honest, there is at least a 5 percent chance of survival, Dr. Moore.” A frown grew over his face and the feeling of sympathy and sorrow grew in his veins. He knew how bad your sickness was. He knew there was no cure. But the last thing he’ll do is try to help you. 

Andy laid a gentle kiss on your hand. 

“Baby, I don’t know if you can hear me... but I need you. I need you to be here with me. You can’t leave me, not like this. I don’t know how I’ll live knowing I couldn’t do anything to help.” 

Before another tear fell on his scarlet face, his words came out as whispers. The sound of the door opening quickly made him sit up. When Nurse Benett enters, she quickly smiles in sympathy at Andy. She’s unable to imagine what he’s going through at this moment. 

“He’ll be okay, Mr. Barber. We are trying everything we can to help your fiancé.” She announced to him. But all Andy could do was nod. He doesn’t need sympathy. What he needs is his fiancé back. His heart felt frozen. His soul dark and empty. That bit of light was hope that you’ll come back to him. That’s all he could do for now.

Hope. 

After Nurse Benett leaves, Andy stands up from the chair that scraps against the tiled floor and mopes his way to the door. His throat felt dry. He needed a coffee. He looked back behind him and stared at your basically numb body. He let out a tired and painful needed sigh. 

Andy could feel unwanted tears brim up to his eyelids again. Before he could cry, he walked out the room and gently closed the wooden door. His blue-eyed gaze set onto the almost depressing hallway before walking away from your room and finding the coffee stand. 

- ✰ ONE YEAR EARLIER ✰ -

The black car door slammed roughly. 

Andy’s blue eyes rolled to the back of his head from annoyance as the tiring thoughts of his job made their way back to his mind. He had a very annoying — also bitchy — client he had to deal with. 

As he stepped out of his black car, his shoes connected with the hard concrete ground as he stood in front of the cafe that was new to town. He needed a refresher. Something to take his mind off the thoughts of strangling the woman who called herself his client. 

A break. 

A much-needed break was all he needed. A break from everything. He entered the cafe and was hit by a wave of a sweet almond and vanilla aroma that entered his nose. Stepping into the — somewhat — crowded line, the barista shouted out next which signaled Andy to step up. He gave a short nod and ordered his coffee for the night. 

The sight of a child screaming at her mama and an elderly arguing with another barista only made the annoyance course through Andy’s veins faster. ‘God, I need to get out of here.’ Finally getting his name called up, and yours also, you took your iced coffee from the hands of the barista and turned around and fuck...

You bumped into an overly handsome man. 

Andy’s face grew a dark shade of red from the fury of someone spilling coffee all over his luxurious matt black suit that caused him a fortune. As his mouth opened to express his anger, his blue rageful eyes softened at the sight of you. 

And in this exact moment, Andy felt all of the anger, envy, annoyance, and hatred wash away as his stone-cold heart transformed into something new. Something he never expected to happen. “I am so sorry, sir! I wasn’t paying attention. I-I can pay-” The tall man cut off your begging pleads and chuckled gently.

“No need for that...” His voice was calm and steady, and a small smile made its way onto his plump pink lips. “I’m Andy, Andy Barber.” You returned the kind smile and introduced yourself. 

Not being sure, you asked if he needed a replacement for his suit. He didn’t. He’s a lawyer for God’s sake. “Well, it was nice meeting you, Andy.” You walked away from him, making your way to the door. And just then, Andy felt his heart shed into the darkness again. 

Now Andy didn’t know you as much as he wanted to. But damn did he miss the way your presence calmed him like he was watching the calm waves of a beach. Andy knew he wanted to see you again. A sigh escaped his lips as he grabbed his coffee and left the cafe.

- ✰ TWO WEEKS LATER ✰ -

Andy stepped out of the tall office building. 

His brown formal shoes marched against the concrete as he walked to his car in a hurry to go home and relax his tensed body. Just then, Andy’s blue-eyed gaze settled onto a similar figure on the road.

The figure was so similar. From the body shape, height, and the way they walked, he knew who the person was. ‘(y/n)...’ Andy felt relieved that fate had somewhat brought you back together. The moment you left the cafe, was the moment Andy had thought he was never going to see you again. He hated the thought of never seeing you again. 

You were walking across the road with your face stuck in your phone like you were searching for something that was so important to you. Andy let out a tiny chuckle and a small smile creep onto his sculpted face before an unwanted feeling ran through his veins. 

Fear...

Without you noticing, a scarlet red car was speeding its way on the road that you were walking across. Andy had thought the car would stop from a distance, but It wasn’t stopping. It was going to hit you. 

Andy's mind was blank. He had no idea what would occur at this very moment. He took the only action he was able to. He pushed you and himself out of the danger by lunging his muscular body onto the road and pushing his feet off the rough concrete pavement.

As a result of pushing you out of the way, his body landed on top of your smaller body. Your eyes wide from shock and the similar man who you had met at the cafe saved your life. “Andy?” Andy’s chest was moving in an up-and-down motion from the adrenaline. 

He couldn’t process any words you were saying to him as of right now. He just needed to know that you were okay. “A-Are you okay?” Andy asked with care and worry. You nodded as Andy helped you stand up onto your own two feet. Just then, Andy noticed a bruise forming its way onto your arm and instantly felt guilty from impacting you so hard. 

A frown painted across Andy’s face. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry...” You gave the man a sympathetic smile. “If it’s okay, you can come over to my house, so I can help fix you up?” Andy’s voice faltered from the nervousness coursing through his body, but you soon accepted his help and entered his black car.

✦ 25 MINS LATER ✦

Sitting on the — rather cold — marble bathroom counter, your (e/c) eyes were locked on how Andy’s huge palms brushed against your smooth skin like it was something so delicate to the human’s touch. 

You could feel Andy’s hands shake and tremble while applying the healing cream. Not from fear... but from nervousness. Andy has been avoiding eye contact with you this whole time as if he would turn into an unbreakable stone. You knew something was on his mind. 

But what? 

Andy’s mind was running back and forth. If the man was being honest with himself, he didn’t know how to act around you. He knew if he had let a word escape his plump pink lips, his words would come out as whispers and stutters. Once he was done adding the healing cream and wrapping an elastic bandage around your arm, he let his sweaty-like palms disconnect from your skin he treated like gold. 

“D-Do you feel better?” Andy whispered a fuck as he caught himself stuttering at the moment. The things you did to him without knowing. You made him feel a feeling he had forgotten the feeling of.

Butterflies... 

Andy’s eyes stayed glued to the floor until he felt a soft finger slim under his chin that was covered in a freshly groomed beard. “What’s wrong, Andy?” You asked in your soft voice which made the man’s knees buckle. He swallowed the growing lump in his throat. 

“(y/n)...” Andy let out a heavy sigh and continued his words. “I-I like you a lot. And I know we barely know each other, but I really do.” Andy knows he loves you. He loves you so fucking much but doesn’t want to scare you away. You gave the blushing man a small smile. 

He returned the smile as you laid your hands gently against his suit collar and pulled him closer to you, slowly connecting your lips with his soft ones. Backing away, you looked at him. “I like you too, Andy.” 

- ✰ SIX MONTHS LATER ✰ -

An empty darkness covered your eyes. 

Andy had laid a soft cloth over your (e/c) eyes because he had a special ‘surprise’ he couldn’t just let you see. His sweaty palm held the steering wheel from the overwhelming feeling of nervousness piercing its way into his body. Andy knew why he was nervous.

Today is the day...

The day that Andy finally takes control into his hands and make you, his forever. “Andy, where are we going?” You let out a sigh after asking your question and all Andy was able to do was let a soft chuckle escape his lips. “You’ll see soon, baby.” 

The car soon came to a stop, and you felt the heavy door open and close, causing the car to tremble slightly from the contact. Soon after, Andy made his way to your side and helped you exit the vehicle.

As he guided you toward the destination, Andy gently took the cloth off of your eyes which let you see the world again. Your vision soon turned to the garden which was covered in flowers and vines with a small table in the middle with wine. The welcoming feeling of butterflies flew in your stomach as you slowly approached the garden. 

“Andy...” 

Andy gave you a small smile that showed his pearly white teeth. He moved the chair back which scraped against the healthy green grass and gestured for you to sit down on the white chair. 

You picked up the cold metal knife and used it to cut your steak as you picked a piece up and took the first bite. Andy watched with cautious eyes hoping it was good. Once you did a satisfied nod, Andy let out a much-needed breath he was holding in for a while now. 

Soon after dinner, Andy let a nervous sigh escape his lips as he got up from his chair and guided you also to stand up. Your eyebrows furrowed from confusion from his action, but soon shock covered your confused expression as you saw Andy get on one knee in front of you and pull out a small black ring box. The box held a princess-cut diamond ring. 

“(y/n), we have been together for six months and during those six months, I felt something I have never felt before. Love... From the day that I saw you in that cafe and you spilled coffee on me, I knew I was going to make you mine one day, and that day is today. So (y/n) (y/l/n), would you do the honor, and marry me, my love?” 

Tears made their way down your eyes as Andy finished his heartwarming speech. You nodded in a rush and let Andy gently put the ring on your finger. He sniffled and picked you up from the ground and connected his lips with yours. “I love you, (y/n) Barber.” 

You let out a laugh at his words. 

“Slow your role cowboy... not a Barber yet.” You gave him another small kiss before both of you made it back to Andy’s house and laying in bed. Your head laid on Andy’s firm chest. 

“Andy?” You questioned. “Yes, my angel.” You looked down at the ring that was planted on your finger before letting the words escape your mouth. “I’m sick, but I promise you it’s nothing bad.” You reassured your fiancé who looked confused and concerned. 

He grabbed your palm in his and looked at you in worry. “Are you sure?” You nodded and he gave you a slow nod before kissing the temple of your forehead and smiling gently. “Goodnight, my love.” 

- ✰ THREE MONTHS LATER ✰ -

The sudden feeling of guilt made its way into you. 

Your fiancé hasn't let you do anything on your own since you told him about your condition. There's something on the top shelf? He will attend. Hungry? He will also be there. It seems like he was slowly isolating you from the world in hopes that it would help you heal.

You felt so guilty knowing Andy was doing the best he can even after all of the unwanted help he gave you. One night, you noticed Andy helping you do the laundry, but you could see something in his eyes. 

Tiredness... 

That was the first moment when you started to feel guilty for his help. He was so exhausted... but he still decided to put you first and help you — once again. You swallowed the lump in your throat knowing what was going to happen and waited until Andy returned. 

Hearing the doorknob turn, your (e/c) eyes connected with the door as you waited for Andy to enter the house. His tall-like figure stepped into the house and soon as his gaze stopped gently on your smaller figure, a smile grew on his face. That smile soon faded from feeling an unwanted urge of uncomfortableness. 

“Baby? Is everything okay?” Andy murmured with concern laced in his voice. A sniffle escaped your nose before you slowly stood up from your seated position. Your vision glanced at the ring on your finger before looking back up and connecting your eyes with Andy’s. 

“Andy... we need to talk.” 

Your words made his eyebrows furrow from confusion, but he let you continue. “Ever since I told you about my illness, you have been so protective and caring... and I really love you for that — I truly do. But this overwhelming feeling of guilt is playing with my mind every time I see that you’re so exhausted even after helping me.” 

Andy brought his bottom pink lip between his lip as he took in your words. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Because if it is, I can’t lose you (y/n). You’re all I have left.” His voice trembled. 

“I love you, Andy, I really do, but I can’t be with you anymore.” Tears formed in the brim of your eyes as you looked at Andy’s face turning into a light shade of red. At this moment, Andy felt as if all of his sunlight had been covered with an unwelcoming dark gloomy cloud. 

As you slowly took off your engagement ring and set it down on the wooden table, Andy could only look at you with a hurt expression on his face. Before leaving the house, you stepped up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Andy was limited to standing still. He was frozen. Even if he wanted to move, he was unable to. He desperately wanted to chase after you to get you back, but he was unable to.

A desperate cry left his lips as he laid his fingertips on your engagement ring. He couldn’t believe what happened. How could you think that his love was too much? All he could do was cry. 

  - ✰ TWO DAYS LATER ✰ -

The phone went to voicemail once again. 

Andy sighed and stroked his soft, large palm across his stubbled face after taking the phone away from his ear. After going without sleep for two days in a row, dark eyebags started to appear on his face.

Andy has been calling you for the past hours in hopes of reaching out to you to reconsider your decision. If Andy was being honest, he didn’t know how to live without you. The moment he saw you in the cafe, he knew he was going to be in some type of trouble. 

When he felt the warmth of your body on his, you were like the glimmering light he had never known he was missing. Inhaling deeply, Andy got up from his bed and made the decision to go to you if you weren't going to respond to his calls. He exited the house, put on his coat, got in his black car, and drove away from the house.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he drove closer to your modern-like house. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Andy exited the car and approached your doorstep, and laid a knock on the door. 

No answer. 

Shaking his head gently, Andy remembered that he had the spare key to your house and reached into his pocket to get the keys. Once the door was unlocked, he enters the house and calls out your name. “(y/n)?!” Andy yelled out in confusion. Worry starts to enter the blue-eyed man’s veins as he didn’t get a response back, which made him rush up the wooden stairs that led into your bedroom. 

His eyes scan the bedroom door before he notices that the bathroom door is wide open with the light on. As he slowly marches his way into the bathroom, he felt his world stop... your — barely breathing — body laid on the tiled floor and soft whispers left your lips. 

In an instant, Andy was by your side with tears filling his eyes he gently picks you up. “B-Baby? You’re going to be okay, just stay with me... please.” Andy rushed you into the car in worry. 

In order to hurry to the place that would take care of you, he hurried to the driver's side and sped off the curb. All he cared about was making sure you were alright, not worrying about speeding tickets. He held one hand on your thigh in the hope that you would be okay, his palms shaking with panic. “You’re going to be okay...”

 - ✰ BACK TO PRESENT ✰ -

The sound of people talking filled his ears. 

Andy grasped the hot cup of coffee from the stand as he stirred the essentials he loved in his hot drink. As he walked away from the stand, the sight of doctors and nurses rushing in the hallway caught his attention. He soon noticed they were heading towards your room. 

“Please no...” Dread fell through his body as he picked his feet up off of the ground and rushed to the hallway your room was placed in until he was stopped by a couple of nurses dressed in blue. 

“Sir, you can’t enter. There’s a patient that needs to be taken care of quickly.” The nurses held Andy back, but all he could do was let his tears fall. “That’s my fiancé in there... please.” His words came out as whispers as he continued to beg the nurses to let him see you. 

But they didn’t listen...

A few minutes later, Dr. Moore and a few other doctors walked out of the room with saddened expressions. Andy quickly stood up and looked at the doctor with pleading eyes. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barber... your fiancé has passed.” Dr. Moore grieved for Andy — Truly. 

Just like that, Andy felt his heart freeze like stone-cold ice and shatter into a million pieces. A loud sob left his lips as he fell onto his knees and his face turned into a scarlet red from the wretched tears that escaped his eyes freely like a bird being uncaged. 

Andy soon gets up from his knees and all he could feel was anger, guilt, and sorrow. He pushed Dr. Moore against the wall in anger and his eyes held a furious emotion. “Why didn’t you save him!” 

“...Why?” He now whispered. 

Dr. Moore frowned and shook his head slowly after being put down by Andy. “I’m truly sorry, Mr. Barber. I tried everything I could.” He muttered with his lips pursed. Your lifeless body was lying on the bed when Andy entered the room. His lips began to sob once more.

“I will always love you, my sweet angel.” Andy cried as he laid a gentle soft kiss against your forehead and stood back up to his full height. Soon, the blue-eyed man left the room... never looking back. You were gone. His only ray of sunshine was gone. Now he has no one. 

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~Two old warrior's hearts burning and shaking together In the night~

WIP illustration of my fanfic - Mí Guardián - In OA3!

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Something Borrowed (Part Seven)

M Gargoyle x M Reader

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Wordcount: 6146

Content Warnings: Light Bondage, Oral Sex (Reader Receives), Anal Fingering (Reader Receives), Anal Sex (Reader Bottoms), Condom Use

Various life events made this part take FOREVER to get finished, but hopefully it’s worth the wait! Though if you’re looking for much plot progression, this is not the part for that…

You climb the metal stairs in record time and unlock the door. As soon as you get inside and step out of your chukkahs, you make a beeline for the kitchen. 

"Make yourself at home-" You say as you all but scurry into the kitchen like a shadow fleeing the light turning on, trying to calm your thundering heartbeat.

Once you've recovered slightly, you start going through the motions of making coffee, collecting the mug you've come to think of as his and lining it up under the coffee machine.

You're hastily scooping ground coffee into the machine when a now blazerless Carlyle enters the kitchen behind you.

"...You should probably wait to brew that." He settles to lean against the counter next to you and casually folds his arms. 

"Hmm…? Don't you want coffee?"

You know why you've asked him to come up. Why are you playing coy now?

"Oh, I do." Carlyle tilts his head slightly to the side, smiling knowingly. "But maybe… tomorrow morning instead?"

And he clearly knows why you've asked him up here, too.

"You have an excellent point," You say, hands still putting up a show of going through the motions, though they’ve nearly slowed to a halt. "It would be a shame to waste it…"

Carlyle moves towards you and captures one of your still moving hands in his, the firm stone of his clawed thumb gently pressing into the heel of your palm. He uses the point of contact to turn you away from the coffee machine and towards him, his other hand coming to rest on your hip.

The second time he kisses you feels every bit as good as the first, though this time has the benefit of not being out on the street, and as a result, is much more of a desperate, sloppy blur, as it quickly turns into making out against your kitchen counter.

Carlyle’s hands start deftly undoing the buttons of your shirt, purposely taking his time. His tongue twists around yours, the difference in length to your own a bit overwhelming. You momentarily forget how to breathe, moving your hands to cradle the sides of his face as he continues to work the buttons of your shirt. Once all of the buttons are extracted and your shirt tails have been pulled loose, the weight of one of his warm stony hands settles on your bare waist.

His lips move to the slope between your neck and your newly exposed shoulder where your shirt has ridden down, and you feel the light prick of his longer canines dragging against your skin, making you groan out a bit more loudly than you intended, immediately mortifying yourself.

You don’t have it in you to wait any longer.

You don’t even peel yourself away, as you use the hold you have on his shirt to start pulling him towards your bedroom. Perhaps because he already knows where it is, Carlyle lets himself be led there without complaint.

Stumbling through your bedroom backwards, you still somehow manage to make it to your overly pink bed and plop down, bringing Carlyle down with you by his tie.

“Well now, this feels strangely familiar.” He smirks down at you from his partially kneeling, partially standing position he’s holding himself in over you. “Good to know we’re on the same page about where this is going this time.”

You grin in response,groping at his chest and side with one hand, exploring the thin fabric of his dress shirt, the other hand still holding him in place by his tie so you can place fleeting kisses on his lips and jaw.

“If you keep touching me like this, I’m going to explode.” Carlyle takes your hand from its wandering, holding it firmly as he brings it to his mouth to press a hard kiss into your palm, then down the strong tendon in your wrist. 

“That’s sort of the idea, isn’t it?” You gasp out a laugh.

“I suppose that’s the end goal, yes, but not before I’ve had my fill of making you feel good,” he says in a fittingly gravelly tone sending shivers down your spine, carefully inspecting every small callus on your hand that you’ve earned from your work. "How do you feel about being restrained?"

“Aah, that sounds-” It takes a moment to sort out your feelings on such an out of the blue suggestion through the butterflies in your stomach, but one thing you’re sure of is that there’s definitely a current of excitement running through you at the idea. You’d become so ingrained in the same routine of taking care of someone else’s needs and pushing your own aside that you’re not sure what you even like anymore. “Fun? Or at least I’d like to find out if it is- I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Excellent.” He releases you momentarily, instead focusing his attention on retrieving his tie. “Because you do enough work, and I think it’s time for you to keep your hands out of the way for a while and let me treat you.”

You don’t manage any words, only an affirmative nod and a noise that sounds a bit like a choked back squeak in acknowledgement. The prospect is absolute music to your ears- something you didn’t even know you wanted this badly.

“We’ll start with something simple and easy, then, since you don't have the experience. Any information I should know beforehand?”

“I don’t think so- Should there be- I don’t know- a magic word or something?” You ask, feeling a bit silly, racking your brain for any scraps of information you can from the various programs that you’ve watched with more salacious elements.

“I typically use the traffic light system. But if you have a word in mind that you prefer, we could use that instead.”

“...Buttercream?”

“Ahahah,” Carlyle grins brightly, the way that makes his whole face light up. “Very fitting. I love it- Buttercream it is.”

Carlyle directs you to place your hands together in front of you at the elbows. You comply, and watch what might as well be a magic trick, given how fast and precise he wraps the pink fabric around your wrists.

“This usually isn’t the best fabric option, especially for someone without stoneskin, but my focus will keep this from getting too tight.” He says with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing as he finishes the knot off, then wedges his tie clip directly in the middle of it. “So, there’s no need to worry- but if you’re uncomfortable at any point, just say the word and I’ll stop immediately and release you.”

You would laugh at how fitting his tie clip being his magical focus is, if you weren’t so distracted by your own excitement as you test the firmness of the fabric against your constrained wrists.

He leans in to kiss you, and you passionately return the favor, even without the full use of your hands. Your teeth eagerly gnash against his lips and your tongue tangles with his.

You can’t resist touching wherever you can reach, despite Carlyle’s instructions, too hungry to feel the dense feeling of his body in your hands again, and commit every curve and slope to tactile memory. Despite your limited dexterity, you’ve fumbled with his shirt buttons enough while liplocked to get two undone before Carlyle’s mouth breaks away from yours.

“You’re not very good at keeping your hands to yourself. I thought you were good at following instructions? That seems like an important skill for a baker.” Carlyle teases in warm, amused admonishment. You can hear the current of lust building in his voice. “Perhaps I’ll have to help you with that.” 

Carlyle leans back to momentarily settle on his knees, quickly unbuttoning his shirt with their eyes cast down at you. He tosses it aside when he's finished.

Then he rolls out his neck, and with little more ceremony than a slight grinding and sound of air moving, a pair of stone wings sprout from his back. They reach out to full wingspan and flex before settling into a resting position.

You can feel yourself staring in awe- unable to stop, even if you wanted to. Carlyle is an attractive man anyway, but now seeing him bare-chested with his statuesque wings spread out behind him, you feel a whole new wave of desire roll over you.

You barely get a chance to squeeze one of his rock hard pecs in your wandering hands before he’s collected your bound wrists in his grip.

“Hah- Nope, I don’t think so.”

Carlyle, carefully and firmly, positions your arms above your head, the sides of your undone shirt splayed open to reveal the entirety of your torso.

You’re unsure what he plans to do, given there isn’t anything else handy to keep you restrained. That is, until you see the subtle umber light glowing around the rim of his irises. There’s an abrupt forcible pull and an audible mental clink.  After a brief moment of confusion and testing your wrists, you realize you’re now pinned to your bed frame magnetically by the point of Carlyle’s tie clip. You let out a small gasp.

"Did you know that depending on the alloy, metal falls under the umbrella of stone mana? Good thing your bed frame is metal, hmm…? " He asks, the query obviously rhetorical. His fingers spread out, smoothly gliding over your chest. “Now… Where to start?”

"Anywhere you want," You say eagerly, not able to muster much shame for how desperate you already sound. “Just touch me, please.”

You let out a shuddering sigh as his lips tease you, leaving a trail of leisurely kisses and gentle nibbles down the valley between your pecs while his hands gently explore the soft skin of your sides. Carlyle’s long, burgundy tongue drags across your skin, circling one of your nipples in a thin, wet trail.

When he finally envelops it in his mouth and starts to suck, it takes everything you have not to yelp. He teases it until it's stiff, tender and nearly raw, leaving you gasping. Every little nip of his fangs against such a sensitive part sends a jolt down your spine- something he clearly must notice, with how much he’s dragging the action out. Then, he starts over on the other side, using his fingers to keep the other gently stimulated.

“Mnnh-” You squirm, your built-up kinetic energy having no other outlet than that and the noises escaping you. "A-Ah-"

Seemingly satisfied with his work so far, Carlyle kisses a path farther down your torso, peppering meticulous attention on each inch of soft skin he can reach, hand creeping lower to the small of your back. Claw tips graze your spine all the way down, until his hand comes to firmly squeeze the round of your ass.

"You’re absolutely stunning. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for months.” He punctuates with a soft flap of his wings.

You moan in response, blushing and vaguely remembering all the times you’ve tried to imagine what lay under his pressed attire. Getting to see him like this now, the feeling of knowing this is finally happening, is almost overwhelming. 

His stony fingers graze over your smooth, sensitive skin, gradually changing into the feather-light sensation of the points of his claw tips dragging along your hips, thighs, the crease between leg and cheek. He’s pointedly touching everywhere besides the very specific locations that you are aching to be touched. You let out a little groan of frustrated arousal.

“You’re so soft." Carlyle sighs. “Sometimes I forget how delicate stoneless skin is…”

He uses the grip on your under-thigh to tilt your hips upwards to meet his lips; the other playing with the waistband, just below where he's laying down his affection. His teeth nibble at the tender flesh of your lower belly.

Firm hands slowly, gently shimmy off your trousers and underwear together, until they’re pulled completely free of your legs, and Carlyle summarily deposits them off the side of the bed. The cool air of the room against your heated flesh makes you shiver.

“A-aah-”

To his credit, he's at least getting closer. You let out a pleased noise of approval as he shifts backwards between your legs and starts kissing lower, pressing his lips along the plane of skin underneath your navel. 

“And these legs are so strong.” His wide canine teeth gingerly press into the flesh of your inner thigh before he closes his mouth around the spot to suck, drawing out a small groan. You squirm as he uses his thumb to rub out the site. “I wouldn’t expect much else, given that you work on them all day.”

From your inner thigh his lips move in, teasing the spot between your leg and shaft. You can barely keep the trembling in your thigh muscles under control. You’re standing at attention, begging to be touched.

“So responsive, too." He mutters into your skin.

Carlyle looks up his lashes at you, so close to giving you the pleasure you’re seeking and stopping just short, and simply observing your reaction.

The urge to reach out and touch him and guide him just a little bit farther to where you want him is so impossibly strong- but no matter how you squirm, you can only helplessly flex your forearms and brace your wrists against the fabric.

But, the magically-induced magnetism is too strong for you. You're trapped, left to the whim of someone who is obviously enjoying the act of drawing things out.

It’s torture of the best kind.

"I know you must be getting impatient," You can feel his warm, damp breath against your erection as he speaks with his mouth so close. "What would you like me to do for you?"

“Aah- Put your mouth on me-” You plead, struggling to produce a coherent answer through the rosy haze. But, you don’t forget to add; “...Please.”

“Hmmm… I could keep going at this for hours,” Carlyle sighs, but is looking at you with a clear look of adoration. Your eyes widen as you writhe at the thought. “But with such a polite request, it’d be difficult for me to refuse.”

When he finally takes your cockhead tenderly into his mouth, you could cry in relief. 

But even getting what you think you want just leads to more torment, as Carlyle starts to give you the most overtly leisurely, meandering blowjob you’ve ever received- which is saying something, considering who your ex is.

He holds you by the base of your shaft, incredibly delicately and considerate of the hard nature of his digits, hollowing his cheeks as he bobs on your cock. His dark tongue curls around you in a scintillating way you’ve never felt before- you haven’t ever had a partner with a tongue long enough to reach all the way around. 

“Nngh-” Your fingers wrap around the metal bar above where they’re held, the only thing you can get your hands around to ground yourself. The tendons in your hands strain taut as you brace to endure the drawn out pleasure you’re receiving.

You’re just starting to feel light headed from holding your breath when Carlyle finally lets up, a thin tendril of fluid stretching from your cock to his mouth. You whine, missing the damp, heated sensation of him covering you immediately.

“You’re doing so well,” He mercifully wraps his hand around your shaft, deliberately and slowly touching you, in sharp contrast to the heated fervor he just had built up. His wings idle unhurried behind him, as if he were unaffected. In fact, the only evidence he’s enjoying this as much as you is the dark arousal in his eyes and the unmistakable tent in his pressed pants. “Do you think you’re ready for more?”

“Yes! Ngh, Carlyle-” Your hips jerk up into his palm, trying to get some semblance of that pressure back.

His hand completes a downward stroke and moves down, idly squeezing your sac on the way, the points of his knuckles pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

“Can I touch you here?” He smirks, testing your reaction, fingers grazing over your perineum and then circling your entrance.

“Aah-! I thought you’d never ask- Hah-” You wriggle, sheer excitement running down your spine like a jolt of electricity. “If- If I didn’t know better I’d- aah- I’d think you’re trying to kill me.”

“Do you have any lubricant?” He asks innocently, continuing to tease the sensitive tissue.

“B-Bottom drawer- under the bed- l-left-” You manage to control your voice through the firm squeeze of his hand stroking you, and silently pray that it’s not expired. “Nnh-”

“Wonderful.” He smiles, reaching down and collecting the bottle with little delay. 

A fleeting sense of fear passes over you as you watch him neatly squirts a long drip of lubricant over one stone claw.

“Hah- Don’t worry, they’re not sharp enough to be dangerous.” Carlyle says, as if reading your thoughts from your expression alone. He sets the lube bottle down and takes hold of your knee, rearranging you for better access.

And he’s right- there aren’t any sharpness or snagging as he initially presses a claw inside of you. But if you thought Carlyle's stony digits felt rigid on your body before, feeling them inside, prodding against your soft tissue and stretching you out, is a whole different story. His fingers are warm and hard and absolutely thrilling, it’s been so long since you’ve been filled and it’s never felt like this.

You look down and see him working diligently with the most captivated, painstaking expression you’ve seen on him, a small sigh escaping his lips. The stone may be dull and smooth, but the curve of his claw tip squashes your prostate with a pinpoint of concentrated pressure, ripping noises from you the likes of which your bedroom has never heard from you.

“You’re taking this so well so far.” He murmurs, meeting your eyes with his own heated gaze.

“Aah- you feel wonderful-” Your words are cut short by a gasp as he works in a second finger, twisting and pressing into you firm and slow. You arch your back into the sensation, eager for more. 

He resumes servicing you with his mouth with a pleased hum, and continues working you with his fingers. The pleasure begins to pool deep in your abdomen. Every thrust of his fingers leaves you panting and you can feel the pressure building fast. 

Your legs tremble with effort as you fight a quickly losing battle to resist cumming, barely choking back the urge to wail. 

“That should do.” Carlyle says right before you’re pushed over the edge, this time much more hastily, his voice raspy and lacking much of its characteristic composure now. “If you’d like something a bit more… substantial… I think you’ve earned it.”

“Please,” You finally gasp out, not able to muster anything more eloquent than simple begging, hoping your hips grinding against him in desperation is enough to get your point across. “Please.”

Carlyle visibly restrains himself from breaking into a full grin, but he can’t keep the molten excitement from his eyes. He retracts his hands from you, instead focusing them on undoing his belt and the front of his pleated suit trousers. His still faintly glowing eyes don’t move from your body while he works himself loose from the light woven fabric and his undergarments.

Clearly covered in the same stoneskin that coats the rest of his body, looking uncannily similar in some ways to the phalluses on nude statues you’ve seen in art museums, though definitely different in other ways. A tier of ridges runs down the entirety of his cock, increasing in width as they go down the full length, and small, dull points of stone dot the base and above where it meets his pelvis. Rather than being an even, gradual slope from tip to base, it seems to have a slight bulge in girth halfway down. That’s not even to mention that it’s definitely quite a bit bigger in general than the ubiquitously slender elven dick that you’re used to, but it's too late to be intimated now.

Either way, the intimidation certainly isn’t preventing the lust. You want to investigate the feel of it for yourself- finger every ridge and test its weight in your palm or mouth. But the resistance you’re met with only reminds you that all you are really capable of right now is squirming impatiently and audibly protesting the delay without actually forming any words.

He rifles through the back pocket of his still partially-on trousers, pulling out a small, brightly colored square. Then he goes through the familiar motions of removing the rubber from the wrapper and rolling it on.

You almost want to tell him he doesn't need it, the ache to feel him inside you is so urgent, but you let him proceed without protest from you.

To your surprise, Carlyle grasps where your wrists are bound and you feel the magnetism release the point of contact from the headboard. You let out a small plaintive groan, but Carlyle doesn’t seem to be planning to stop. Instead, he adjusts himself to fit at the right angle between your raised legs and gently hooks your tied wrists over his head, so that they rest on the yoke of his hewn shoulders, binding pressed against where his dreadlocks are pulled back. Now that they’re within reach and you have some level of control in pulling him to you, your lips immediately meet his again and you smother him in hungry, searching kisses. 

“You’re sure you want this?” He asks breathlessly, barely able to get the words out between the onslaught. “It might be a lot.”

“Mmhmm-” You make your point known by squeezing your raised legs impatiently around him. “Mmm-”

Carlyle takes your underthigh firmly in his hand to help guide himself in.

Your bemused hums become a thrilled groan into the firm side of his throat as you feel the slippery surface of the start to press inside of you. 

You can’t keep your jaw from hanging open as he steadily pushes his cock inside, carefully observing your expression for discomfort as he goes. You can still clearly feel each ridge as it’s worked in, despite the artificial barrier, each stretching you wider than the last.

You think you’re doing quite well for being out of practice, until the gradual increase from that thicker span in the middle feels much bigger going in than it looked. When it finally sinks inside, it feels like the breath has been knocked out of your lungs just from the sheer hardness of the stony quality of it.

“C-Carlyle! Nngh!” You gasp out when you regain your breath. “Carlyle-”

Carlyle lets out a pleased huff, obviously enjoying the sound of his own name after being sure it wasn’t a negative expression of it.

“I like the way you say my name.” He confirms in a low tone. Seemingly pleased with how things are progressing, Carlyle releases his hold on your thigh in exchange for the better leverage of his hands against your mattress below. He quickly manages to find a steady, but robust pace- not quite slamming, but not too weak, either- and you can feel the small points of stone digging into the underside of your cheek each time he buries his cock up to the hilt. 

You wrap your legs around him tighter, hold him tighter with your bound wrists- anything to get him even closer. You’ve never felt this full or stretched, and yet you only want more.

“Aagh-”

The crown of your head digs into your thoroughly rumpled pillowcase and your eyes squeezed closed, bracing against the sensations just as much as the jostling. You’d be digging your fingers into his back if you could reach- but instead you just clench and unclench your fists hard behind his head, your nails leaving shallow crescents in your own palms. If you only could, you'd be holding him in place by those shiny horns of his by now.

“You’re wonderful-” He says through the effort, the half-growled sentiment almost inaudible over the slight metallic squeaking of your bed frame. “Amazing.”

“B-Blazes-” You hiss a swear in response, out of breath and only able to get out the words through sheer force of will. He can only let out a husky laugh in response as he looks down at you, his dreadlocks beginning to come loose from the band holding them back from all the movement. “C-Carlyle-”

You’re not sure how much longer you’re going to hold up. You’re already aching for release, raw and bruised from the act, the hard friction only pressing you closer to the end with each stroke. You can feel yourself squeezing tighter, pulling progressively more choked back noises of approval from Carlyle in response.

The sweet pressure is finally too much for you, pelvic muscles clenching, and an admittedly underwhelming, choked set of whimpers trickles out of your mouth. What your climax lacks in volume it makes up for in spades with relief, though. A pleasant tingle washes over your flushed skin as you blink back the dampness in the corners of your reddened eyes.

Already riding a pleasant sense of weariness and basking in the feeling of continued stimulation, your arms all but hang limply from his shoulders as he continues. You’re absolutely enamored with the way his body moves above you, able to watch the motions more clearly now that your senses aren’t as clouded with rising excitement.

Coming down now, you’re now noticing the subtle currents of air hitting your exposed skin from his wings beating in a matching rhythm to his thrusts- you can’t help but find it charming, the way they follow along. You pull him down to you with your binds, smiling against his lips, pleasantly aching swell of affection in your chest.

Carlyle digs his hard claws into the bed on either side of your torso- still mindfully enough to not tear your bedding to shreds- and you can feel his jaw tensing up through him kissing you. Despite his methodical, steady sense of rhythm, it starts to fall off-beat, becoming increasingly rushed until the motion is plainly desperate.

You feel his trapezii tighten up against the sensitive skin of your forearms, and his wings freeze in place. His usually immaculate poise dissolves into grunts and gnashing fangs, then a sharply audible intake of breath, and then you’re hit with a palpable flood of releasing tension.

Carlyle slips out from your slowly loosening hold at the back of his neck, drawing himself out gently as he goes, and then takes a brief moment to tie off the condom. But soon enough, he returns to untie your limp, twitchy wrists with just as impressive of speed and skill as he initially bound you with.

“How do you feel?” He asks, almost completely recomposed with surprising efficiency, and now rubbing the feeling back into the shallow indentations on your wrists.

“Good.” You say, blissed out and head delightfully empty.

“I’m glad. I’m going to step away for a second, but I’ll be right back.” Seemingly satisfied with the state of your wrists after showering some leisurely attention on them, he places a final kiss on each one. “Do you need me to get you anything? Extra blanket, water, something to eat?”

“I thought you were the guest here?” You sigh and rest your arm over your forehead, finally enough air back in your lungs to expel a tired laugh. Your head’s still spinning, but you’re not complaining.

“I am,” He smiles warmly. “But that doesn’t prevent me from making sure your needs are met.”

You’re still pretty spaced out, but while Carlyle is in the bathroom you have the clarity of mind to start trying to get out of your shirt- just not your full coordination to achieve the feat.

Carlyle returns with a damp washcloth and a soft laugh, then immediately starts helping you out of the soiled button-up as soon as he notices you trying to squirm out of it. Then he meticulously wipes down your front.

“You don’t have to do that-” You say incredulously.

“I don’t, but you should relax.” He replies with a smirk, disappearing one more time with the washcloth and your shirt.

He finally returns to sit on the edge of the bed. Then he shifts his attention to running his clean claw tips through your hair. The sensation of his hard claw tips lightly raking your previously unstimulated scalp is enough to raise goosebumps on the back of your arms.

“Anything specific you’d like me to do for you?”

“I… think I’m okay. You’ve done enough, hahah…” You say after some thought, but find yourself still reaching out for his forearm as your eyes flutter closed. You wrap yourself in him, draping his arm over you, and find yourself gently feeling at the membrane where his wings join to his back. “Just… stay like this with me.”

“Of course. I can handle that.” Carlyle complies, adding a wing over you like a well-loved quilt for good measure. 

You don’t remember much past that aside from quiet murmuring and soft kisses as you nodded off, your early rising time finally catching up with you.

The next morning, you wake up with a comfortable, if a bit heavy, weight resting on your side.

As you blink the sleep from your eyes, you realize it's the full, deadweight of Carlyle's right arm and wing still slung over your waist. Because he's asleep, you realize, his body is fully stone at the moment. You might as well be trapped under a fallen statue.

Normally being pinned like this might feel claustrophobic, but you’re not feeling it at all. It’s only a pleasant, almost cozy sense of peace. Your heart beats a little faster as your eyes leisurely sweep over his solid, sleeping form, taking the sight of him completely in.

It’s so sweet, so utterly saccharine to have a connection like this, when you thought you never would get this close to someone again.

Except…

You're still cursed. That hasn't changed.

With a curse that is bound to ruin this specific kind of happiness, at that.

When it was just flirting, you could push the issue out of your mind. Even when it was a date, it didn’t seem like something to worry about. But now…

But now, laying here like this, you can’t really lie to yourself anymore- you’re catching feelings for this man.

And given the circumstances, that is terrifying.

As if awakened by the loudness of your quickly intensifying yet silent catastrophizing, Carlyle starts to stir. There's a gravelly sound of friction, rocky surface scraping against itself as his body regains its mobility.

“Good morning.” He says, then stifles a yawn, hand sluggishly moving to cover his mouth.

As much as you want to just be happy in this moment, you can’t.

Not with this familiar darkness weighing on your chest.

And you can’t keep it to yourself any longer.

You jolt upright in bed, causing Carlyle’s eyes to snap wide open.

“Is something wrong?”

"Carlyle, I have to tell you something- And I really should've told you before now, but-" You say, perhaps more grimly than necessary, given the rapid shift in his expression, from half-asleep confusion to half-asleep concern. But you can't help it- the dread and panic are already setting in. "I didn't mean to keep anything from you, I- I just didn't want to sour things between us, and I worry it’s going to upset you…"

"Hmm. Let me guess then,” Carlyle lets out a deep breath and his eyes close again. His lip twists in thought for a moment, before he groggily continues; ”Your ex isn't really very ex and he’s on the way here, so I need to make a quick retreat out of a second story window?"

"No- Lady's name- no." You grimace, surprising yourself at the strength of your reaction to the prospect. It wasn't so long ago that you'd do almost anything for Trevor to just come back and for things to go back to the way they were before, but now the thought is almost nauseating. "He is definitely out of the picture. Permanently."

“You have developed a delayed-onset stone mana allergy and I need to take you to the hospital immediately?”

“No…”

“You have some sort of heinous murder puzzle planned in retribution for how many of your baked goods I didn’t like, and I need to solve it to leave here in one piece?”

“No!” You laugh incredulously, some of your anxiety subverted. “Are you going to let me tell you or not?”

“I wanted to verbally illustrate some of the worst things I could potentially hear in this situation,” His look of thought turns into a faint smile. “So whatever you have to tell me won’t be that upsetting… Though, for the record, a murder puzzle would probably be the way I’d like to go out, if I was given the choice.”

“Hah- noted.”

It takes a few moments of silence to collect yourself. You pick at the hem of the sheet, eyes darting anywhere but him. But you finally lay back against the headboard with a dull thump and force the words out, past the lump in your throat the guilt has formed.

“I’m cursed.”

“Ah.” Carlyle acknowledges quietly, then adds; “I suspected that something like that may be the case.”

“Yeah. So… We probably shouldn’t do this again, at least for the foreseeable future.”

“That bad, huh?” He smirks, motioning between you.

“No! No, that’s not… definitely not. I really enjoyed myself.” You can feel your eyes start to glaze slightly while reminiscing, despite it happening literally only hours ago at this point. “But the curse will specifically cause any romantic relationship I have to fail… Which… might create problems here…”

“It makes sense that you would want to take the time to sort something like that out first.”

“Only until it’s broken! I… I just don’t know if I could survive another bad heartbreak. If something bad were to happen because of the curse- because of me- I like you too much to knowingly let things be ruined.”

“I understand the concern completely.” Carlyle touches the back of your arm to comfort you, and it’s honestly very effective in making you momentarily forget the dread. “I think we’re on the same page there …Maybe I could find a way to help. Curses aren’t too far off from my own specialty, after all.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go out of your way for me...”

He’s sweet for offering, but talented mage or not- you don’t think that there’s much he can do about a supernatural force that’s been haunting you for more than a year now, especially when having a professional cursebreaker around for months hasn’t been enough to rid you of it.

“It’s no trouble, really. If you don’t mind my asking- what exactly are the parameters?”

You explain the note you received that fateful day. Mostly, the verbiage of any romance you have dying before it has the chance to bloom.

“Well, if that’s the case, in my professional opinion, we’ll be safe as long as we don’t put a label on this thing just yet, hmm? Geasa and curses both tend to be quite exploitable when it comes to loopholes. So if you’d like, we could still be in contact with each other together as we have been; with no strictly defined romantic relationship between us, there’s nothing for the curse to target. Right?”

“...Right.” You say with a small twinge of hope, albeit bittersweet. Somehow, he already knows just what to say to make you feel better. “That makes sense.”

“I don’t want to assume anything here, or make you feel pressured, but just to be clear, would that be something you want out of this in the future- a relationship?” He says, then adds, seemingly for the benefit of your potentially eavesdropping curse, “Hypothetically, of course.” 

Even the question hurts; A sickly mixture of elation and despair.

“I want that so much, Carlyle. I want to be with you.” You struggle to keep your voice from cracking and force a smile, though it doesn’t really reach your eyes. Any true joy in your expression is prevented by the pain of not believing that to be something that will ever be possible for you again. “If you feel like waiting around.”

“I’m nothing if not patient.” He finds your hand in the tangle of sheets and squeezes it in his. “I’ll be there for you until you tell me to go.”

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(Not So) Enchanting

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warning: Crack

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Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

06. Love sick

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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'Cause you know that, baby, I  

I'm your biggest fan

I'll follow you until you love me

Tokyos streets are covered in snow, decorated with christmas decorations and filled with people—doing their last minute Christmas shopping, as the holiday was only one week away. 

Through amidst the people, Daiki was observing you, his darling. Watching how you were walking through the shopping district, holding hands with a Child and stopping ever so often by a Window to look at the offers and goods. 

It was love at first sight, destined fate, when Daiki had seen you in the Disco. He had gone there all by himself, on that lonesome saturday, to blow off some pent-up anger and when you passed by him—Daiki had been in complete and utterly awe. 

Your breathtaking beauty, was beyond compare to any woman, putting them to shame. Such graceful, ravishing like feature, you were truly a angel—sent by God themself for the sole reason of being Daiki's destined Soulmate. 

Pretty so fucking pretty you were, with your (h/c) hair and those (e/c) eyes, a colour so hypnotic and the gentleness in them. Pretty boy. So pretty.

So Daiki had asked you for a dance and when you told him your name and said yes, he never had felt so helpless as on that day. One lucky man he was.

Afterwards, he hadn't gotten the change to get your number since your friend, this pesky girl, had dragged you away at some point—Daiki had tried to gather as much information about you as he could. Daiki had visited your school, a fancy private one, a few times already. Finding your locker and leaving little messages for you and one time. 

He had your home address, but didn't found the right time to give you a visit. Perhaps tonight.

Anyways, his thoughts were drifting way too far. He was losing sight of you.

Daiki didn't knew who that Child with you was, but the brat seemed important to you. Once your both married, he would find ways to give you as many children as you want—you would make a good Dad and oh the imagine of you being a househusband was tempting his mind agonising.

~~~

Conan turned his head back again, he had doing it quite often ever since he had accompanied you to your shopping spree. The feeling of being observed had following him, leaving a bitter taste. It wasn't this certain feeling he got, with the Man in Black around—this was more of something unhinged.

Gripping your hand tighter, Conan begun to pull a bit more into the mass of people and towards the other side of the road. Wanting to get you away from the perverse gaze of a stranger who was following you. He was far but at same time near.

«Slow down Conan, we aren't in a rush,» you told him, halting your walking to slow his movements.

«Sorry sorry, but uh there is this one shop I wanted to show you!» Conan told you sheepishly and thank god he remembers there being a new shop 

«We can go there later, there some shops first I need to go though.»

Truly delicate you were and so lovely caring when it comes to Children. Daiki got shivers down his spine, imagines and thoughts flashing through his mind—of you being a goodie submissive husband, doing housework and tending to his needs. 

Daiki should approach you, causally. Perhaps he could ask you out for a Coffee. Or maybe he could even tag along with you two, getting to know more about the Child—who seemed a tad bit too aware and warily about his surroundings.

When you had stopped at a shop window, looking at whatever there was being showcased, Daiki took this chance to walk up to you. 

«Nice to meet you here,» Daiki tapped your shoulder, when you turned around he gave you his signature boyish smile. For a moment or so you had squinted your eyes at him.

«Ah! You're Daiki from the Disco! Sorry, I didn't recognise you a minute. Are you doing some shopping too?» 

«Yes, still need some presents. And who might that little boy be?» Daiki crouched down to Conan, still smiling. Both giving each other a long  scrutinised hard stare. Conan, to maintain his act, hide a bit behind you.

«That's Conan, my sort of distant Cousin. Usually he isn't that shy tho,» you chuckled, ruffling Conans hair. 

Daiki noted, mentally taking notes of this new found information. He only knew the basic about your, quite famous, family—so any other infos are sacred for him. The more he knows about you, the more he could make you his. 

«Since we're both here, how about we three go and something, my treat.» 

Conan had to do something, anything. This Daiki guy, his whole presence, attitude and overall vibe—just screamed out danger. Daiki was like the predator and you were his prey.

So when you were in the middle of your reply, Conan took your hand and pulling at your arm. Mustering up all his mental strength, to act like fussy child now. 

«Ne ne [Name]! I'm tired! Carry me carry me, pretty please! I wanna be carried! And I'm hungry and I really need to pee!» Conan was about to start wailing, as his last resort to get your full and undivided attention, though lucky he didn't had to.

You picked Conan up, balance the few bags you had in your other hand more at your arm. You found it concerning alarming as you had never seen Conan act so fussy before at all. Sure, when he got tired he would be a bit snappy but this was something completely different now. You tried to shush him gently, swaying your body a bit side to side to calm him down as Conan was still repeating his requests. Honestly, Conan was feeling more than just embarrassed, but what wouldn't he all do for you to get you safely away from any sort of danger.

You gave Daiki an apologetic smile,

«I'm sorry, I would've liked to but perhaps another time would be better.» you told him, giving a quick goodbye and walking, practically rushing to the next store—where you knew had a restroom. 

You had submerged into the crowd so quickly, that Daiki couldn't utter a goodbye or had the chance to ask for your number. Your whole attention had went to your Cousin—to this annoying brat. And Daiki saw how Conan had showed him the tongue afterwards, childishly. And the audacity to even give him a mockingly triumphantly grin. 

Daiki clenched his fists, jaw tensing. He already hated this cousin of yours, just as he hated your brother—this wannabe high schooler detective. He wanted them to be gone, to kill them. But he couldn't, not now at least.

~~~

Once you deemed Conan had calmed down enough, you had asked him if he wanted to go back home and when he simply shook his head telling you no, you continued the shopping. Not without checking every so often on Conan.

Conan sighed out in relief under his breath. This time he was able to bring you away, but how it would go next time—when he couldn't be around or with you, Conan wasn't sure. Also he couldn't always do the; overly fussy child act.

When you and Conan had returned to the shop, Conan didn't saw Daiki anywhere nearby nor did he feel his unsettling presence anymore. A good sign. 

«Ne [Nickname] can I sleep at your house tonight? Please?» asked Conan. 

It was something Conan would do occasionally now, staying over at your, but also his, house. Ever since his Mother had told a quick lie to Ran—after she had confronted Conan about her suspicions of his true identity, and afterwards to you, about him being a distant relative to them. Ran had still her suspicions, but you had believed it instantly, beaming even because you were certain that Conan was actually part of your family, because he looked a bit like a younger version of Shinichi.

«Of course you can, but call Ran before and tell her, I don't want her to get worried,»

Conan knew that this wouldn't be the last time he would see Daiki lurking around you.

I will kill your friends and family

to remind you of my love

[biggestxsimps]

Last Embrace

A/N: I am so sorry for not posting the last couple of months, I've had the worst bloody writers block. I know how much y'all like the Ghost fics so I hope you guys enjoy this! This one's a bit sad, even though angst isn't my strong suit, I really liked writing this and I think it turned out okay.

Just a disclaimer, I know nothing about the military and even less about dying so just let me know of any inaccuracies and I'll fix em.

WARNINGS: blood, mentions of guns and bullet wounds, normal war shenanigans, death (Let me know if I'm missing anything.)

During a mission, everything took a turn for the worse. Ghost urgently gave the order for everyone to evacuate, swiftly conducting a head count, only to realize that Y/N was missing. Filled with concern, he called out for him over the radio. "C/S? C/S, how copy?" Ghost's grip tightened on the radio at the lack of a response. "C/S?! Y/N, what's your position?"

Worry builds deep in Ghost's stomach, an almost nausea-like feeling coursing through him as he speaks through the radio once more. "Y/N. Y/N! I need your location!"

Y/N groans as he hears a loud ringing in his ears, one that fills his mind and brings an ache to his head. His eyes remain shut as he tries to ground himself, though the sound of a familiar voice in his left ear makes his lids slowly blink open.

Though his vision is blurry and everything feels fuzzy, Y/N places a hand on his shoulder and clicks the button on the radio. "Ghost? That you?" Y/N's strained and weak voice makes Ghost sigh in relief. "Ah fuck. Thank god, Y/N." Ghost's voice calms down as he speaks again, his voice stern as he tries to get an answer out of the other man.

"Where are you, Y/N?"

Y/N groans as he tries to look around, his vision still blurred enough to not be able to see anything in detail, he had little to no memory of what he'd been doing before, and the visible bright white walls and floor made him want to close his eyes again. Y/N speaks up once more, his voice holding a slight amusement. "Don't know.. I can't see properly. I'm inside a building, though."

Ghost seems to feel slightly more at ease once he hears Y/N speak, he was glad the man was okay enough to be able to smile through his pain. "Can you see anything? Anything at all?" Ghost looks around at the buildings in the area, Y/N could be anywhere.

"White walls and floors.. I can't make out anything else, though... That help at all?"

Y/N lets his body press against the cold wall behind him, relishing in the relaxing chill shooting through his body. He starts to take a few deep breaths as he tries to keep himself stable, slowly looking around the bare walls, the paint cracked and peeling. His vision gets torn away though, the bright lights starting to flicker, the hall flashing from eerily dark to painfully bright.

An annoying buzz was audible as the light stopped blinking, remaining on. Y/N could see debris on the ground, he wasn't surprised, this was a warzone after all. Y/N slowly closes his eyes, letting himself relax.

Though the feeling of a sharp pain makes his eyes shoot open, a pained noise escapes the man as he looks down at his body. His eyes widened as his gaze trailed down; the only thing he could make out was blood–blood covering his abdomen, blood covering his hands, and blood covering the floor.

Shit.

"Yeah, that helps, Y/N. I'll be there soon, you stay there, alright?" Ghost's voice was gentle, like he was trying to keep the man at ease. But Y/N wasn't listening, his eyes were too focused on the bloody mess in front of him. Y/N's throat starts to close up, the intense smell of the blood making him feel sick.

He brings his hands to the wound, pulling his warm, sticky, blood-soaked shirt up as he tries his best to judge the severity of it. His heart drops as he sees multiple bullet holes piercing his skin, cringing at the amount of blood still escaping him. He was hit with a sudden realization.

"Y/N, you still with me? I'm not far, just stay alive f'me, okay?"

"Ghost.. I don't think I'm gonna make it.."

Ghost's body fills with dread, his heart aching at the sound of Y/N's discouraged and afraid voice. Ghost shakes his head, trying to sprint even faster, his breathing ragged as he speaks through the radio. "Shut it. You're gonna be alright. I'm gonna make it to you, and then we're gonna get you out of here. Alive."

Ghost tries to keep his tone confident, but the shake in his voice shows just how worried he was. He knew that he had to make it there quickly if he wanted the best chance at saving Y/N. His words were rushed as he repeated himself, wanting to hear that Y/N believed him. "Do I make myself clear? I'm getting you out of here alive."

Y/N can't help but slowly shake his head to himself, he could see his wound, he could see how quickly he was losing blood, he could feel the way his body was slowly going numb. His breaths escape him at an uneven pace, his heart racing as he comes to terms with the situation. "Ghost.. I'm losing too much blood. I can't.."

"Yes, yes, you can. You will survive Y/N, I know you will. You have to.."

Ghost ran, ran like he's never done before. He couldn't lose Y/N, not now, not like this. The building was in sight, he was so close to being with Y/N, being able to help him, save him. Ghost could feel the burn in his legs and his lungs and the hard thumping of his pulsing heart. The dry feeling in his throat makes him want to take a breath, but he doesn't stop running, not for a second.

As Ghost ran into the building, Y/N could hear him, his loud footsteps echoing against the bare halls. "I'm here, can you tell me exactly where you are?" Y/N could hear Ghost's urgent yet puffed out voice from both the radio and from the right side of the building, the sound not too far away.

"I can hear you, Ghost.. You're to my right." Y/N's voice was the opposite of Ghost's, he tried to keep his voice as calm as he could, and the strain already being put on his body by the wound, made it impossible to speak any louder without putting himself in even more pain.

"Okay, just.. Just stay there. I'm nearly there, you're gonna be okay."

Y/N's eyes drift to the right side of the building, hearing Ghost's heavy footsteps hitting against the ground. A small and pained smile forms on Y/N's face as he sees the masked man come into sight, watching as he quickly rushes towards him.

A feeling of relief swarms through Ghost's body as he sees Y/N sitting against one of the walls, though the condition the other man was in made his worry come right back. He quickly makes it to Y/N, dropping to his knees as he brings his hands to Y/N's body. "Y/N.. Fuck..." He can't help but take a second to look into Y/N's eyes, his own brown ones showing extreme vulnerability, a look of pure fear.

Y/N lets out a dry and painful sounding chuckle, trying to ease Ghost a little. "Mhm.. it's me." Y/N brings one of his shaky and bloodied hands up, letting it just hover over Ghost's covered cheek, not wanting to get his blood all over Ghost's mask. Ghost doesn't seem to care though, letting his face gently push into Y/N's hand.

Ghost lets out a shaky breath as he feels Y/N's hand against his face. "You're.. You're gonna be okay.. I'm gonna get you out of here, alright? I promise." Y/N gently shakes his head, his small smile faltering as he pulls his other arm away from his wound.

Ghost's eyebrows furrow as he sees Y/N's reaction to his words, but before he can speak, his eyes move down to where Y/N had moved his arm from. Ghost feels his heart shatter as the sight, multiple bullet wounds scattered across his abdomen, blood slowly seeping from each one.

Ghost shakes his head, almost frantically as he brings both hands to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding with his gloved palms. All he manages to achieve though is flooding Y/N's body in pain, evident by the startled cries leaving the injured man.

"Fuck.. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just let me stop the bleeding, let me.."

Ghost's panicky voice trails off as he sees Y/N's wounds only bleeding more aggressively at his touch. He shakes his head, looking down at the other man's body as he keeps his hands on the wound. The blood soaks through Ghost's gloves, the warm and gory liquid uncomfortably sticking to his skin.

Y/N's hands instinctively reach Ghost's wrists, pulling the other man's hands away. "Fuck! Stop.. stop, Ghost." Y/N's grip was weak and his body had little to no strength now. Ghost slowly pulls his own shaky hands away. "I'm sorry.. I just.. you're gonna be okay, I'm gonna find some way to stop the bleeding, and then we'll.. we'll go back home. We're gonna-".

"Simon."

Ghost's mouth shuts at the use of his real name, an audible gulp being heard. His eyes trail back up to look into Y/N's, the look the other man gave him only made his heart sink, he felt like his world was falling apart. "Please.. we both know I'm not making it out of here.. just-"

"You are. You're going to make it out of here. Shut up with that nonsense." Ghost doesn't want to hear it, he refuses to hear it, to acknowledge it.. to accept it. He tried to keep his voice stern but the tremble that grew with each word made it obvious he wasn't all too hopeful either.

He slowly pulls his hands out of Y/N's grasp, bringing them back down to the surrounding area of the wound, his quivering fingers gently trailed over the scarred skin. He pulled off his gloves, using his bare hands to touch Y/N.

"You.. you can't... You're all I have left.."

Ghost's voice softened, his words paining him as they left his mouth. Y/N rests his hand back onto Ghost's mask, sliding it slightly down as he slips a couple fingers underneath the mask. The injured man remains silent, afraid of the emotion that'll leave him if he dared to speak up.

Ghost feels Y/N's fingers slide underneath the mask, a warm feeling bubbling in his stomach. He brings one of his bare palms to Y/N's hand, holding it in place before slowly, cautiously, pulling his mask over and off his head.

The sight of the rugged man made Y/N meekly smile, his heart fluttering at the long-awaited reveal of the subject of his attraction. He had been into Ghost for quite a while, and he always had a suspicion that Ghost felt the same. It was almost a silent understanding between both men, never outwardly speaking of their true feelings yet knowing they felt them.

Ghost looks down, his eyes falling shut as his grip on the other man's hand tightens, holding him closer against his now bare face. He didn't care for the blood the other man's hand was rubbing onto his skin, he needed this, he needed the Y/N's gentle touch.

"Thank you.." Ghost slowly opened his eyes at the other man's pained voice, watching as Y/N slumps further down the wall, groaning at the pressure it relieved from his wounds.

Y/N lets out a small hum at the feeling of the cold floor pressing against his back, a stark contrast to the warm liquid pouring out the front of him.

Ghost slightly shakes his head, a small smile on his face as he questions the other man. "What are you doing?" The other man signals for Ghost to come closer, his voice strained but trying to keep it sounding as optimistic as he could despite the situation.

"Getting comfortable.. Come here."

Ghost does just that, shuffling closer to the man that was now laying flat on the ground, looking down at him, his eyebrows furrowing as he takes in the man's appearance. One of Y/N's weak hands moves to Ghost's arm, gently pulling him even closer.

"Sit down, relax." Y/N was oddly calm despite the situation, despite knowing his undeniable fate. "Relax? How am I supposed to-" Y/N tugs at Ghost's arm, interrupting him. "Please." The desperation in Y/N's voice made Ghost's stomach wrench, he silently sat beside him, bringing his hands to hold onto Y/N's.

Y/N gratefully hums, his eyes looking over the other man before making a request, pleading evident in his tone. "Think you could hold me..? Jus' for a bit?" Ghost nodded, carefully wrapping his arms around Y/N's shoulders, gently pulling him into his arms.

His senses were heightened, he could feel everything, the warm blood starting to soak through his own shirt and the shake in Y/N's body. The rough and cold hands of the other man, weakly wrapped over whatever part of Ghost he could reach. Y/N lays in his arms, weak and helpless, his skin losing colour and his body shaking more rapidly...

For the first time that evening, Ghost came to terms with what was going to happen, he couldn't deny it any longer, not when it was so obvious. His eyes tear up, his heart thumping louder as all he can do is pull Y/N closer, hold the injured man in his arms as he wishes for this to just be some twisted nightmare.

He couldn't keep himself calm anymore, waves of emotions crashing onto him, flooding his mind and filling his body with unease. His grip tightened, the fabric of Y/N's clothes balling up in his fists, he just pulled him closer, not wanting to let him go, not now, not ever.

"Hey.. Simon."

Y/N looks up at the man holding him, watching as he struggles to hold in the tears his body so desperately wants to let fall. Y/N's cold fingers trace along Ghost's cheek, pulling his face a little closer, his voice quieter and more strained than before. "It's gonna be okay.."

Though the injured man was smiling in a way to comfort Ghost, his true feelings were obvious. His eyes held fear, a fear Ghost had never seen on the usually optimistic man before.

He knew he had to be strong, he knew that whatever fear he felt right now, Y/N was feeling tenfold. He took deep breaths, trying to gather himself. He felt his throat close up, he couldn't speak, not without breaking down completely, he could only nod in reply. He brought a trembling hand down to Y/N's face, his rough fingers caressing the skin with a softness Ghost didn't know he was capable of.

Y/N closed his eyes, humming at the gentle touch, and the contrasting feeling of Ghost's warm hand pressing against his chilled cheek. His presence was comforting, it almost felt like he was cuddled up against a cosy fireplace, like the flames were crackling in front of him and leaving warm kisses on his cheek.

It was a nice thought, a nice feeling, but it seemed like the pain in his abdomen did anything it could to bring Y/N out of his calming mindset. It felt like his body was on fire, but also like he had been out in the cold for days. His feet were numb now and he could feel the way his legs and fingertips also started to lose their senses.

He looked up at Ghost, tears had started to form in his own eyes, ones that were impossible to hide. "I'm scared.. you'll be here.. right? Please.. don't let me go, not yet.." His voice was faint, filled with an uneasy panic. Ghost started to nod, bringing his face closer down, letting his lips press against Y/N's cold forehead.

"..yes, yes.. I'll be r-right here. I'm not moving.. I'm not letting you go..."

Y/N closes his eyes, his head falling to the side slightly as he sighs. "Y'know.. I always looked up to you, Simon.." He leans his head deep into Ghost's chest, his tears slowly falling as he feels his body go numb. He had lost all feeling in his arms and legs, even the ache in his abdomen had started to ease. Ghost shakes his head slowly, biting his lower lip in an attempt to hold in the sobs he so desperately wanted to let go.

"I love you, Simon."

Ghost pulled Y/N closer, letting out quiet, choked sounds. He felt Y/N's body start to go limp in his arms, his hands desperately pulling at the other man's body to hold him in a comforting embrace. "I.. I love you too... Fuck.. don't do this to me.."

"I'm sorry.." Y/N moves his head, digging his face further into the other man's chest. All he could smell and hear was Ghost, the man he had grown so attached to. It brought him some comfort, knowing he would be dying in Ghost's arms, not alone. "Forgive me.."

"Always, Y/N.. always.."

Y/N lets out a weak hum, slightly nodding his head as his body relaxes in Ghost's arms, his head now starting to fall limp, being too heavy for Y/N to move. "..thank you..." Y/N's voice was barely audible, his mumble causing Ghost's heart to shatter.

"Always.. a-always... I-I'm here.. always..."

Ghost cradled the dying man in his arms, soothingly whispering as he slowly swayed his body side to side. "It's okay.. It's okay... You're safe.. you're safe with me.." Y/N's voice was practically inaudible as he tried to mumble back to the other man, his incoherent slurs trailing off into silence.

Ghost felt as if his whole world was crashing down right before his eyes. He could only pull Y/N closer, continuing to cradle the fallen soldier. His movements became a little more frantic as he rocked their bodies, his fingers clawing at Y/N's cold skin.

"Shit- I'm so sorry... I-It's okay.. It's gonna be okay.. It's gonna be okay..."

He whispered into the other man's ear, his voice broken as he felt the tears he had been suppressing, finally fall freely. His words started as a means to comfort his dying partner, but it seemed like he was only trying to convince himself now. He mumbled a mantra of 'It's okay' and 'I love you', the words just tumbling out without his control.

His body trembled, his throat letting out more choked sobs now than it had in the last 10 years, his eyes were screwed shut, his head dug into Y/N's frozen neck. His hands tried their best to pull Y/N's limp head up, his tears pouring down his bloody cheeks as the other man's head just dropped back down.

If only he made it there sooner, if only he was there to protect him; none of this would've happened. He wouldn't be here, holding the corpse of the man that showed him what it was like to be alive, how to feel, how to love. The one person that had been able to break down his walls and make him feel human again.

It felt like hours, hours of cradling his deceased lover in his arms like a child, hours of sobbing and mourning the one person that brought light into this cruel world.

"Ghost? Do you copy?"

Ghost heard the static of his radio before the familiar voice of his Captain rung through his ears. "Ghost?" Ghost's teeth grit as he hesitantly brought his hand to the radio on his shoulder, forcefully composing himself before clicking the button. "I'm here." He looked down at the deceased man in his arms, hugging him close as his body threatened to break down once more.

"Evac's here, did you reach C/S?"

Ghost lets out a shaky breath, his fingers shaking as he grips the radio. "C/S's.. C/S's been KIA." His hand falls from the radio, his blood-stained fingers gently caressing Y/N's cold cheek, gently pulling his face closer. Ghost couldn't help but admire the other man, his eyes closed and his eyebrows relaxed. His lips were tugged into a small smile, his skin devoid of its usual colour. He looked.. peaceful.

There was a few seconds of silence from the other line before it was cut by Price's voice once more. "I'm sorry, Ghost." Ghost placed a soft kiss on Y/N's bloody forehead, speaking through the radio one last time, leaving no room for argument. "I'll be there in a few, I'm takin' him with me."

Ghost snatched his mask from the floor beside him, pulling it on before scooping Y/N into his arms. He lifted him up, holding his limp body against his chest as he whispered. "It's gonna be okay.. I've got you.." He held the man tightly, his eyes glancing down at Y/N's motionless figure every few steps he took.

"I've got you..."

A/N: Could you tell I struggled ending this? I won't lie, I teared up a couple times while writing this, I think this might be the saddest thing I've written. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since I'm still not too familiar with Ghost's personality. This is also my longest fic ever, about 3.4k words!

Also a big thank you for over 400 followers, we're so appreciative of all your support!

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[johnsendeavor]

Drabble?

I’ve never done this before but just couldn’t stop writing this narrative of Aaron Peel from Killing Eve fixating on a male for the first time instead of a woman in my head. He is a bit ooc, I apologize. I wanted the male to represent maybe a version of Vilanelle that lacks all of her best qualities.

Warnings: MDNI, Adult themes, rich people sh!t, slight smut, blowjob (I guess)

A man working on Operation Mandalay. A man from an urban area used to the decay of the city the thirst for luxury, a man who bathes himself in exorbitantly expensive luxury goods with his measly salary as a financial analyst. Brought in by Carolyn once the investigation into the Twelve and their killers led to Pharaday and the Peel empire. A man who prides himself in knowing how it all works, how much it should cost and why especially when it comes to information, on people, places, governments.

They meet when Eve goes to meet Aaron, the man coming along hoping to gauge the true value of what the company may hold. Somehow Aaron finds himself entranced, infatuated with this first glance of this male seemingly soft, bored, thirsty for money and luxury. Whether the strong musk of a floral Chanel perfume or the bright Coach leather bag with its perfectly edged curves and subtle insignia. Aaron can see all of it the same way the man does, money, luxury and yet Aaron gets a strange sense of pleasure.

Aaron finds himself confused, unable to comprehend his initial and strong attraction. He wants to understand, he yearns to control it and so miraculously he contacts the male. Aaron reaches out through the male’s private phone provided by M16, yet lacking any concern the male finds himself intrigued. They meet, somewhere drenched in the smell of luxury, people who have never had to work a day in their lives and the male basks in it before Aaron calls his attention, beckoning him to sit.

Aaron just gawks at the male in silence, both unmoving. The male unsure of what to do in an odd sense of calm. Aaron views them, the small twitch in their eye as the sun reflects off a chandelier, as their pinky finger slightly twitches towards the bright sterling cutlery, as the man views him as well peeking through his bangs and eyelashes. Aaron finds himself in awe, stating “I have a trip coming up, come with me.”

The man simply asks “Where?” Aaron confidently answers “Rome.” “How long?” Asks the man which of course give Aaron a slight bit of satisfaction from the man continuously surprising him. “As long as I would like.” The man remains calm almost stoic as a small grin starts to show, “Let’s go then.”

Aaron finds himself for the first time in a long time lacking total control, unable to decide how he wants the man to fit his vision, his ideal of perfection. How does he dress the man, how does he want the man to act, how does he need the man to be.

Aaron finds himself conflicted when he dresses the man in a soft silhouette adorned heavily with silk and fine toile, gold adorning his neck, hair, and hands and yet, Aaron finds himself frustrated forcing the male to disrobe the top piece of his extravagant ensemble. The man slides it off delicately, slowly, almost teasingly in front of Aaron as he shouts “Stop, take it all of.” The man continues to disrobe, taking of the top, the sliding the bottoms off to his knees before stepping out of them and folding them nicely. When he moves to remove his undergarments, a pair of laced adorned briefs Aaron shockingly stutters “St- slower please…” The man continues to slide off his undergarments, stripping fully before stepping towards Aaron.

Aaron Peel a man not of physical affection suddenly holds the man’s shoulder, grazing it while finding himself in blissful pleasure. The man then asks “What else do you want me to do Aaron?” “Head to the bed room, lay down and wait, be still until I arrive.” Taking the task at hand the male saunters to the room provided by Aaron after circling him. He slips pasts the grand doors leaving them slightly propped open, littering the floor to the bed with the gold jewelry and accessories Aaron dressed him in. As he lays down he see Aaron peeking in, unwilling or rather begrudgingly beginning to enter the room. Aaron stands there awkwardly, the man laying in the bed, still and unmoving yet gorgeous to Aaron with the sun glistening on the man’s skin, resembling a porcelain doll.

Aaron stands there a wet spot appearing on his thick slacks as the hand previously out of view comes out a sharp object, not a knife, not a machete, but a sickle. Aaron previously figured for a new adventure he should employ a new tool and toy. The man however remains unwavering. Aaron could not even make it past the edge of the bed before faltering, stumbling in his step laying on the bed with the man’s thighs dangerously close to Aaron as the man looks at ease, intrigued almost adorned with the same small smile as for when they first met one on one. Aaron stills, unable to move, losing control and so the man guides Aaron’s hand holding the sickle to his neck before liking the blade and asking “What do you want Aaron?” Aaron responds uncomfortably for the first time with “I don’t know… I think I want you, truly want you.”

“Then have me.” The man slides the sickle out of Aaron’s hand into his own and cuts Aaron’s clothing off slightly nicking his chest. Aaron never pursuing this type of physical intimacy slowly subdued to this carnal lust allowing the man to continue. The man slowly guided Aaron to lay down. Once Aaron took his place the man slowly adorned Aaron’s neck with small kisses leading down his chest, flicking the cut with his tongue feeling Aaron’s breathe quiver more and more as he lead down to his somewhat already wet member seemingly already having experienced an orgasm earlier.

As the man got lower to Aaron’s erection he continued to maintain strong eye contact multitasking as he started to firmly and slowly stroke Aaron’s cock and fondle his balls. The man slowly moved his mouth closer almost teasing Aaron as he lowly wrapped his tongue around the head of Aaron’s penis starting to provide suction and he slowly hollowed out his mouth to fully engulf Aaron’s length until the man’s mouth was full of Aaron’s girth rather than air. It was not long until Aaron fully came seeming overstimulated and exhausted. The man was not done but Aaron seemingly was. So the man then went to Aaron and laid beside him and before Aaron left consciousness all he could see was his infatuation this man who he had now spoilt, on who was previously hungry for this excess this luxury, he found pride, content. He found himself satiated, he had power over this individual, full control.

- Love John

(I know it’s shitty and it’s not proofread but I had to get it written. Probably only thing I’ll ever write so if you did enjoy I apologize.)

(Was worried about the real ending I wanted to write not being okay on tumblr so it may be lost forever.)

[rinriya]

EMOTIONS ONLY EMOTIONS

Help me, my heart broke. A deep bow to authors, this scene... wow. It was like I'd been crushed with such tenderness, passion, necessity. Freedom and safety. Oh STOP I can't, I can't, don't talk to me

PLAY INFINITE STARS by @infinitestarsdev​​ PLEASE

[drawlypsy]

Just a pair of husbands in love. Don't mind me. Gonna just leave this here and let it speak for itself.

Soma belongs to the talented @kikorenart

Anders is my goblin/genshin OC

[anelespyrodrawings]

wip

From my fanfic ´´mi guardian'' in OA3 (only In Spanish for now)

Old man's battle and then confess each other love for one another, Ignitus gives of literal physical flames when he has intense strong feelings, he literaly burns form inside to out in passion here jejeje.