#melting even more while thinking of him together with Modest..

[deltabyss]

Them together... 💖💖 I like Forgetful Storyteller and Modest Dancer a lot 👉👈❤

Also drew him in aggie some days earlier!

[jaeminvore]

pretty in pink, but my head’s in the dark | L.DH

CONTENT WARNINGS: minors do not interact. HYUCK’S A PANTY STEALER 🗣️ afab!reader. this came out funnier that I initially planned, light humor, fluff-ish, hyuck's a little obsessive, a little nasty and a bit of a freak. cunnilingus. unprotected sex (wrap your willy before getting silly) gagging with the use of panties (very brief LOL). hyuck has a big dick, creampie (y/n is on the pill). aftercare (briefly).

WORD COUNT: 6.1K

a/n: drinking game: take a shot every time I said ‘panties’ ALSO this was inspired by an ask I've gotten from @celeste-hoon I couldn't stop thinking about it so I made it into a one-shot enjoy!

“there’s something about me falling apart that makes it so easy to sleep in your arms.” — Give Me A Kiss by Lolo Zouaï

Rooming with the opposite sex was the least of your problems.

Not when money was tight and you were desperate enough to snatch the opportunity as soon as it presented itself.

Lee Donghyuck was someone you couldn’t quite wrap your head around. There were only a few things you’ve managed to note from the limited time you’ve come to know him—one of them being he was one of Mark’s closest friends, arguably his best friend actually from how often you’ve seen Donghyuck hanging off of his shoulder and painting the perfect picture of someone who made being arm-candy their entire personality.

This clingy, whiny little thing that liked to push buttons for sport had raised all sorts of suspicions, mostly because you never had the luxury to experience what it was like being around someone whose presence was able to fill one big room if you were being honest. Which then begs the question: why him? Why him as a roommate?

As intimidating Donghyuck came off at first, you’ve quickly learned that he wasn’t all that bad, nor was he close to the insufferable image you mind had initially conjured. Soon as you were made of his existence, it’s like Donghyuck was present at every get-together you were invited to. Not that you minded, but there were times where you would feel a little awkward, or a little left out during conversations as if he was avoiding you all together.

(A little voice inside you heard told you that maybe Donghyuck also found you intimidating. Mark and the rest of your friends that completed the little circle expressed the same. The only difference was they quickly warmed up to you).

It didn’t pose a problem for too long though.

Over time, the frigid awkwardness gradually melted into a river of calm as Donghyuck grew more and more comfortable with you. From tight-lipped smiles and simple, acknowledging nods he had no problems gracing you with excited grins and a melodic holler of your name right when you entered his visage. You’d never tell anyone, but you found the drastic change quite endearing. It’s like the road-blocks to your then tentative friendship never existed as Donghyuck laughed heartily at one of your exaggerated, work-related anecdotes.

You should probably thank Mark for this, give him that long overdue gift basket while you’re at it. After all, he knew exactly how to appeal to people, so it really didn’t take you much time to cave in on his—and Donghyuck’s—insistence. Not to mention it was too good of a deal to pass up. He lived in a modest, two-bedroom apartment situated at the nicer part of the city and he was charging you less from what he did of his previous roommate who packed up a few months ago.

(“It’s really not an issue,” Donghyuck assured, “as long as you clean up after yourself and keep the apartment from looking like a pigsty, you won’t have to worry about it.”)

Hearing the last bit was the cherry on-top to solidify your decision, and months down the line, you have yet to see a reason to regret it.

Donghyuck was great as a friend, but he was even better as a roommate. You often joked to yourself that you’ve given Mark a run of his money from how close you and your roommate had become.

“Hey.”

You tore your attention from your phone just in time to look up and see the man himself stride into the kitchen.

“Hi,” you greeted back, mirroring the gentle smile he adorned. “You headed to work?” You settled on watching Donghyuck rifle through the fridge. He was dressed a bit more laid-back than his usual work attire of slacks and a crisp dress-shirt. The details of his job wasn’t exactly talked about, but he did mention he works for a tech company and perhaps it paid well if he could afford under-charging your share of the rent.

Donghyuck hummed as he let the refrigerator door close itself from behind him, stalking towards you with his face relaxing into something neutral.

“Yeah, there’s some stuff I have to work on with Jaemin.” he arched an eyebrow at your current set-up—dressed lazily in an all too big shirt, a pair of old gym shorts that were probably from your high school years and fluffy socks he got for you just because—once he rounded the breakfast nook, a hip resting against the granite edge.

“It’s your night-off, right? Got anything planned while I’m gone?”

“Why?” you gave him a wry smile, “running away from chores?”

“Guilty.” Donghyuck grinned something boyish as he raised both hands in mock surrender, causing you to snort while lifting the cup of coffee to your lips.

“I’m kidding,” you said, smacking your lips together after a much needed sip for what you had planned for today. “But yeah, I’m gonna clean up a bit and do some laundry.” Last you checked, your designated hamper was about to overflow and you were anticipating a lazy weekend without having to do anything except enjoy some solitude. Donghyuck was more than welcome to join you. “Do you want me to do yours?”

“If you don’t mind, sure. I’d appreciate it,” he smiled, sounding grateful as he gave his wristwatch a quick check. He clicked his tongue, “fuck. Gotta leave soon,” Donghyuck eyed you for a moment before plucking the warm cup from your hand and downed the entire thing.

“Dude! You could have poured yourself a cup!”

“What’s yours in mine, Y/N.” He cackled, cooing at the twist of your face. “And you’re wearing my shirt. I think it’s fair I’d have some of your coffee.”

With wide eyes, you looked down. Fuck. He got you on that one.

“What time do you think you’ll be home?” You asked, trailing right after him as he got ready by the front door. You plucked his set of keys for him, handing it over as he thanked you.

“Not sure. I’ll text you,” Donghyuck looks at you while putting on his coat. “Are you gonna cook, or do you want me to get take-out for dinner?”

“Take-out sounds good, if you’re gonna run a little late.”

It’s silent after that. The only sounds heard were of Donghyuck continuing to fuss with either his clothes or his things. Making sure that he hadn’t forgotten anything important that he might need for the day and for some reason, amidst all that rushing, he found time to regard you with an unreadable look.

You couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. His stares always felt so intense, as if there was an actual purpose besides making you feel so seen underneath the darkness of his eyes. There was something very different to them now though. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what exactly changed and just as you were about to question him, Donghyuck’s lips stretched into a blinding smile and it was enough to completely derail your train of thought.

He took this chance to reach out and ruffle your hair, giggling when you smacked his hand away.

“I’ll see you later, bye!”

“Bye!” You hollered from where you peaked out of the front door. “Don’t forget the food!”

Here’s the thing. You had a bit of an on-going problem.

Should it even be considered a problem?

It’s just, a handful of your underwear was missing and if you lose another, you might as well descend into madness because half of the shit that vanished into thin air cost you a generous penny. Your panty problem was embarrassing enough as it is and the thought of telling someone could potentially send you into cardiac arrest.

The first time it happened, you didn’t think much of it.

It was just one pair, granted that it was one of your cuter ones that you had somewhat formed an attachment to, but the optimistic side of you expected the undergarment to just turn up during a time where you’d least expect it. It always seemed to happen. Like the times you’ve lost one of your IDs and claw clips—on separate occasions—only for them to turn up at the most random places.

Donghyuck often joked that there was a ghost who liked to play tricks. You could still feel the satisfying sting bloom from your palm right after you smacked him hard enough on the thigh to make him scream.

Besides, you had plenty of similar looking panties to the one you’ve lost. It wasn’t much of a big deal.

That was until it happened again, and again, and again.

It’s consistent now. The mysterious disappearances of your panties that at some point, it started to freak you out. You were definitely toeing the line that separated sane and insane because you caved and mentioned it to your roommate. You lived with him anyway. Donghyuck has definitely seen you at your worst, puking your fucking guts into the toilet after a rather heavy night of drinking and what’s telling him about your panty problem gonna do besides crush you dignity into dust particles?

Donghyuck brought up the ghost again, calling it a pervert this time and since he was rehashing the past, you thought smacking him hard as you did the first time was fair. His scream was just as loud, and the sting was just as satisfying.

It did bring back some of your panties though. Some haphazardly shoved into the drawer where your intimates were kept and the rest thrown into your laundry. You thought it was an odd coincidence, that they just magically showed up once Donghyuck was made aware of your ‘problem’. 

Now, you weren’t one to point fingers unless you’ve found pretty damning evidence, but there was a niggling thought at the back of your mind that maybe, just maybe, your elusive roommate had something to do with all of this. 

Donghyuck was a good roommate for the most part. Arguably the best among all of the roommates you lived with in the past. Donghyuck was fun, truly the life of the party and the life of your shared apartment. Loud at times and a little too scheming for his own good, but the fact that Donghyuck took good care of you—knew how to take good care of you was enough to outweigh what could be considered annoying to anyone else; enough for you to look past Donghyuck’s tendency of becoming a menace to the poor soul that caught his attention.

If he was behind the consistent vanishing of your panties, where a bunch of them definitely cost more than what you would usually pay for something that kept you modest, he sure acted normal about it. You’d expect him to tease you, drop hints about keeping your underwear hostage or something equally absurd and brain damaging; psychological warfare was on the table too if he was in the mood to revel in you absolutely lose your fucking mind, yet he did nothing of the sort.

Lee Donghyuck was notorious for being brazen in anything he does; has this constant need to prove he’s the best at everything once challenged—it was a medical condition at this point. He was ridiculously competitive to a fault—Donghyuck talked big. Donghyuck carried himself with a gait that just screamed ‘confident’. Self-assured Lee Donghyuck that could charm anyone with a smile and nothing in his body language so far showed that he was guilty of getting his hands into places that were deemed off-limits and—

And.

There was no perverted, panty-stealing ghost.

The ghost was surprisingly human, but just as freakish. And very very guilty. That you were most definitely sure of this time.

Because at the very bottom of your roommate’s hamper lay your black, lacy panties that you got as a gag gift from one of your friends. Used.

Oh, that son of a bitch.

If Donghyuck knew how to act normal, you sure as hell didn’t.

What the hell were you supposed to do after the panty-stealer revelation?

Exactly. Nothing, because you honest to God had no clue on what to do except snatch your cum-stained panties and carry on with doing the laundry. You were never given advice for this particular situation and you knew damn well there was no ‘For Dummies’ book that could help you on this. What you did know was that you’re a dummy, and will forever be a dummy, because, duh, all signs pointed to your roommate, yet you turned a blind eye.

(Let’s not forget that your list of culprit(s) wasn’t exactly a list. It was just a piece of crumpled paper. with ‘Hyuckie’ messily scrawled on it. You were definitely not made for detective work, damn).

Dinner was had with the promised take-out Donghyuck brought home with him and you absolutely despised how you were hyper aware of everything as soon as your roommate came trudging into the apartment just a few minutes past eight o’clock. Fortunately for you, you acted normal enough that Donghyuck didn’t seem to catch on that you were now made aware of his occasional debauchery involving your poor, violated panties.

Now you were left alone in the kitchen. The dishes were already put away in the dishwasher a good moment or two ago and now you were pacing back and forth, debating on your next move.

You could just barge in and grill him about the fact that you caught him red-handed, but he looked pretty beat when the both of you ate. Livid as you were with the now dubbed panty-stealer, you were nice enough to not potentially send him to the ER.

Female rage was a real thing and Donghyuck was lucky enough that you were still merciful to not cause any permanent damage.

So, a gentle approach it was. 

Except, your succeeding knocks on his door weren't exactly gentle. They were probably strong enough to be heard by the neighbors and you had plenty of time to reflect on your actions later, so you didn’t dwell on that too much right now.

It took Donghyuck a good while to open the door and you didn’t want to even think about what he could be doing in his bedroom. You had a long day and your patience was at its thinnest—

The door opened, and you were greeted by a very confused Donghyuck.

“Yes? What is it?”

Static noise. All you heard in your head right now was static noise. Maybe this was a bad idea. You should probably try again when you have your head on straight, or when you were actually at your strongest.

Donghyuck looked a little ruffled. His hair looked fluffier than normal, mussed up from tossing and turning on his bed maybe. The shirt he was wearing was definitely a piece he picked up in haste judging by the creases you’re seeing. Donghyuck’s thick-framed glasses were slightly askew on his nose, framing those sleepy eyes and the equally sleepy, guileless smile he graced you with almost had you fooled.

Until you saw a flash of lilac peeking from underneath his pillow, starkly bright against his dark blue sheets.

Now, this could go two ways: one, you push Donghyuck aside to get into his bedroom, take the lilac pair and give him the scolding of your life or—

“Are you seriously just gonna stand there and not say anything?”

“Panties.”

You craned your neck just in time to see his once annoyed front morph into surprise.

“My panties,” you repeated, making yourself clearer this time. “give them back.”

Then the surprise quickly flattened into a neutral expression, before saying something that was way off from what you were expecting.

“Yeah sure, come in.”

Everything that came after was way off from what you were expecting.

You trailed after your roommate just like you did this morning, but you made sure to keep a distance because you didn’t trust yourself enough to withhold the urge of clawing his eyes out.

“Here,” Donghyuck pulled the drawer of his nightstand open, “take your pick.”

You must be going crazy because there was no fucking way this was actually happening right now.

The drawer was half-filled with your panties alright (the expensive ones too!) and all you could do was stare at Donghyuck like he had sprouted another head.

Then came the yelling, and oh boy did you yell.

Donghyuck appeared unbothered by how you were practically screaming yourself hoarse. He didn’t even falter when you grilled him for being caught red-handed. It’s almost like he didn’t care that you did. He barely blinked at your long-winded spiel of not crossing established boundaries and how important it was to value privacy. You know, shit Donghyuck loved to test his luck on, consequences be damned.

The sleazy grin was enough to tell you that his mind was somewhere else too, and you just knew the thoughts currently piling up in that big fat head of his would definitely have a conservative clutching their pearls for dear life.

The sigh you breathed out was harsh. Exasperated.

“Why do you even have these?”

Donghyuck shrugged. “So I can jerk off to you,” he said. Said it as if he was talking about the weather—like it was something menial. “They’re pretty good jerk-off material, if I do say so myself.”

Shameless. Always so shameless. You didn’t even know what to say. Having that knowledge didn’t prepare you enough to deal with the nonchalance Donghyuck presented and the slow show of the smirk pulling at his lips was all you needed to know that he was indeed proud of what he did.

“Okay! Well, I’m gonna take these and—“ fuck off to your room and lock yourself up in there until the mortification settled? Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. Then you could forget all this happened and probably start apartment hunting as soon as you could.

But Donghyuck was always quicker than you were—always two steps ahead that before you could even attempt to swipe everything from that fucking panty drawer, he had you stay in place with a tight grip on your wrist.

“God, you make it really hard for me to stay away, y’know.”

Donghyuck completely ignored your panicked yelp and he took it upon himself to keep you from escaping. “I really tried my best, but all I could think about is fucking you on every flat surface of this damn apartment.” You were crowded against him and you could very well get out of this if you actually tried, but the grounding feeling of Donghyuck’s warm hand splayed against your lower back and his blunt confession was what stopped you from struggling.

Your compliance earned you a low chuckle and a pleased curl of your roommates lips. “Do you know what that's like?” The whisper of his warm breath against your neck had you shudder in his hold, big hands pawing at the softness of your waist. “Having what you want right there in front of you, but knowing you can’t touch it? It’s enough to drive someone insane.”

There was a sharp intake of breath right when you felt the soft press of his plump lips against the little notch where your neck and shoulder met. “It’s enough to drive me insane.” Donghyuck started trailing higher and higher, leaving a scorching path, until you’re facing him head on.

Donghyuck had this certain richness to his eyes, something dark and intense brewing in the endless pools and up until now, you’ve never felt so seen ever in your life, as if Donghyuck was trying to unravel you with his eyes alone. It was working, you thought, because all ideas of getting yourself out of this situation dissipated the moment his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“Won’t you let me have a taste?”

This posed another problem.

You weren’t actually against this.

“Since when?”

“Hm?”

“Since when have you felt this way about me?”

He pulled back to look you in the eyes again, and amidst the intensity clouding them, there was something more soft, fonder, if you will.

The corner of his mouth twitched, letting out a soft snort. “When was the first time we met?”

Oh.

“That long?” Nod. “That’s like, months ago.” Nod and a hum. “You’ve wanted to fuck me since that long?”

This time, Donghyuck laughed with his entire body. Laughed until he leaned most of his body weight onto you with your foreheads pressed against each other's. “Yes, for that long.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, fuck me then.”

The look Donghyuck gave you was all sorts of comical. Like he wasn’t believing what he was hearing until that was all wiped off when you took the initiative and leaned in to kiss him.

You weren’t blind, nor were you stupid either, but that’s besides the point. The confidence and self-assurance was already spoken for when you have a face like Donghyuck’s. It just made sense and you really couldn’t fault that larger-than-life ego he has.

And fuck if you were going to let the opportunity of getting your brains fucked out by your (admittedly) hot roommate slip from your hands.

The kiss was hot, wet and all sorts of desperate. Donghyuck kissed like he was desperate, alright and you could just feel how much he wanted this—how much he wanted you from how close he was keeping you against him. Donghyuck really was serious on his claim of wanting to fuck you, because now he was kissing you like he was fucking your mouth with his tongue.

It’s all sorts of dirty, and maybe you were just as fucked in the head as your roommate was with the whole panty-stealing situation because you found this side of him extremely hot.

He had you underneath him now and you were definitely going to commit this to memory.

Donghyuck looked so good for no reason with your legs bracketing his broader frame. He had shed his shirt, thrown it somewhere in his room to reveal the miles upon miles of tawny skin that glowed underneath the warmth of his fairy lights. Just like his devastatingly pretty face, there were moles kissing so much of the smooth skin and you, just as desperate, wanted to map each and every one with your lips.

But Donghyuck was also impatient that you couldn’t even get a single blink in before he yanked your shorts down to your ankles.

He took one good look and there, an insufferable grin had almost split his face into two. You honestly didn’t know whether you wanted to smack or kiss it off. Maybe both. Something told you he’d enjoy either.

“Oh, that’s absolutely precious.” Donghyuck cooed, staring rather intently at what was covering your modesty, almost like he wanted to unhinge his jaw and swallow you whole. “I always thought you’d look pretty in pink.” He tossed your shorts over his shoulder and leaned in close, warm hands holding onto your spread thighs.

“You would know,” you snarked. “Did you steal this one too?”

“Probably a month ago, yeah. Felt real good rubbing my dick with it.”

He soiled this one too! “Fuck you.”

“You’re about to,” fucking smartass. “And relax, pretty girl. I’ll take good care of you.” You didn’t even notice how tense you were until Donghyuck was coaxing you to calm down with the gentle strokes along your thighs. He kissed and nipped at the inside of them too, no doubt leaving his traces of reds and purples to bloom and bruise as a reminder. “You know I’ll take good care of you. Always have and always will.”

You could only let out a strangled moan as a response right after he purposefully nipped at the tendon connecting your thigh and crotch, chuckling quietly to himself.

“Fuck. you smell so good,” and God knows you should find it gross, the sight of him taking a long whiff of your scent, pressing his nose against the dampened material of your panties which got him a startled yelp, yet all it did was make you impossibly horny than you already were. And not to be dramatic, but you might actually die if he doesn’t shove his face into your soaking cunt in the next second.

Donghyuck seemed to have sensed your distress and just as you were about voice out your rivaling impatience, his nimble fingers slid underneath the soft and stretchy material of your underwear, pulling them down slowly, purposefully as if he was unwrapping a gift specifically catered to his tastes.

There was something sinister alight in his gaze, hungry even, as he zeroed in on the place where you ached for him the most. You failed to suppress the shiver that wracked your body once Donghyuck’s hot breath ghosted against your bare pussy.

And then he dove in.

You cried out his name, which only spurred him on even further.

Everything fell deaf to Donghyuck’s ears the moment the taste of you hit his tongue and it might have done something to him because he licked, nipped and sucked on your cunt as if starved, as if this was his only source of life. The very last oasis of a never ending desert. He paid equal amounts of attention to your sensitive clit as well as your drenched hole. Alternating from kitten licks, firm sucks to delving his hot tongue into you before replacing the muscle with two long and thick fingers that rubbed deliciously against your wet, twitching walls.

This was definitely an assault to all of your senses. The ticklish caresses from Donghyuck’s hair to the pleasured moans from you and the man in between your thighs, this was all too much. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t even know what to do with your hands. They went from tugging at the shirt you were still wearing, to desperately pulling at your roommate's dark sheets.

Donghyuck, without even stopping from essentially making out with your pussy, shot his hand out to grab one of yours and place it on top of his head. He gave you a meaningful look and this was probably the only time where you actually looked at him.

His cheeks were flushed, hair pushed back to show his smooth forehead along with his gorgeous face and this debauched version of Donghyuck, skin damp with sweat and your slick did a little something to your heart and pussy.

“You can pull as hard as you want,” he mumbled against your skin. “like it when it hurts a little.” and it’s a miracle you hadn’t come right then and there.

Holy shit. Was he going even harder? The spontaneous movements of his tongue and fingers were too much for you to handle. Pleasure intensified to new and impossible heights that had your eyes rolling back into your head. Donghyuck groaned at the tightening of your fingers, effectively pulling on his hair, hurting just the way he liked it and the vibrations were enough to have you screaming out his name, gushing all over his face and tongue.

You moaned pathetically at the firm press of Donghyuck’s lips against your own. This kiss was much much messier, needier and just as hot and tasting yourself was not what you were expecting at all, but it intermingled with the sweet taste of your roommate was something you’d never thought you’d like.

“Think you can go one more for me?”

Your eyes fluttered open to find that Donghyuck had shed every item of clothing he had, plus the glasses that were placed carefully on his bedside table.

“Yeah. Yeah—just, give me a sec.”

Donghyuck grinned something very annoying and you grimaced.

“Don’t let that inflate your already big head, idiot,” you snapped, but let him manhandle you anyways. “You made me come with your mouth and fingers, sure. But can you make me come with your dick?”

“Is that a challenge, pretty girl?” He said right after he settled behind and pulled you close, your bare ass pressed against his pelvis. “Why don’t you find out?”

What you felt rubbing in between your ass cheeks was definitely not small at all and because you were curious by nature, you made the mistake of looking behind you.

“What the fuck,” you breathed out. “What the hell is that?”

You could just tell how much that added to his already massive ego, if the smug, asshole-ish grin was anything to go by.

“My dick,” he said, his grin growing impossibly wider at your expression of disbelief. “Think you can take it?”

God, he was so full of himself. No wonder he walked like he had the biggest dick around town, because he actually did! It was definitely the biggest you’ve ever seen, and will be the biggest you’ll ever take in your life. You could only hope you won’t accidentally die impaled on his cock after this.  

“Think you can take me without busting one under a minute?”

Then came an unsettling quiet , like the type of quiet where you knew you pushed your luck to its very limits and fucked up. You didn’t dare look behind you, stubbornly keeping your gaze forward. “Are you done?” There was no humor to his tone when he spoke and when he laughed at the lack of your immediate response, it sounded mean. Threatening, Deadly.

“I said—” his hand held your jaw in a tight grip, forcing your neck to twist at an uncomfortable angle to look at him. His eyes were crazed and yeah, you definitely pissed him off—“are you done bitching?”

“Yes!” You yelped at the sudden smack that came down on your thigh and if this was any other situation, you would have joked that the smack was his revenge when you had done the same to him. “Yes, I’m done. I’m sorry.”

“Good,” Donghyuck mumbled and much to your relief, he let you go letting you sag onto your side. He doesn't let you completely melt though. The firm hold around your waist remained the way it was as Donghyuck lifted your leg up so it was resting on top of his and just by him teasing your cunt with the tip of his cock was enough to send you over to the edge.

It was like he was doing this on purpose. Sinking into your heat as slow as he could just to watch you squirm and sadly, it was working. The stretch definitely burned. Donghyuck was girthier with an above average length than the previous men that you’ve been with, and it was taking you longer than usual to adjust around the intrusion. At least your roommate was enjoying himself, moaning into your ear unabashedly at every clench of your pussy.

You could feel Donghyuck shudder once he was buried to the hilt, groaning into the crook of your neck when you involuntarily squeezed. “Please tell me I can move.”

Well, at least he was courteous enough to ask for your consent.

“Please,” you hissed, gripping on the arm that was around your waist for dear life. “you’re not the only one losing their fucking mind here.”

His laugh was breathless, arms tightening around you as he pulled back— “love it when you beg—” and fucking into you.

The pace he set was immediately brutal and the partial stinging melted away into overwhelming pleasure as Donghyuck pulled out a myriad of sounds that only encouraged him to do more. You kind of wished you could see him. You wanted to watch him unravel there right in front of you, but you’d have to settle with the litany of moans and gasps being spoken into your skin, Donghyuck’s personal way of branding himself onto your person.

“Fuck—tell me you want me.”

The voice that came out of him sounded like it wasn’t his own. There was something greedy and possessive accompanying each syllable spoken so reverently that it immediately convinced you that you do—you do want him, that you want him as much as he wanted you, that you want him as much as Donghyuck will let you want him.

“Tell me that you need me.”

“Want you—ah! Need you all the time, Hyuckie.”

And that was all it took for him to fuck you like he meant it.

You’ve let yourself completely take all of him in; all inhibitions thrown straight out of the window as you were practically screaming his name to the heavens. Donghyuck had lifted your thigh higher and the change of angle had you in tears from the way every ridge and vein of his cock rubbed against your sensitive walls. You were so going to be sore tomorrow, and it definitely didn’t help that Donghyuck was fucking you so hard that your pussy might as well remember the shape of him and ruin every guy out there for you.

“Fuckin’ christ,” Donghyuck hissed, “you’re a loud thing, aren’t you? Always knew you were a mouthy one for a reason.” God, you were already so wound up, was he seriously going to edge you too?

“Open your mouth,” You made a confused noise when your roommate halted his movements, followed by some rustling just right by your head. You were too far gone anyway, so you didn’t even question the strange request and did as you were told.

Only for him to shove the same lilac pair of panties you saw peeking out underneath his pillow right past your lips.

You couldn’t react quick enough as Donghyuck started picking up the pace before you could even register what he did, returning to the brutal successions of thrusts that stung the back of your thighs. All you could do was lay there, take everything Donghyuck gave you—use you until he was satisfied. There was a steady swirl of heat in your gut that grew and grew at each plow of his hips and it won’t be long until you’d come for the second time tonight.

It looked like Donghyuck was close to coming too. His movements were becoming sloppy; erratic and the grip on your thigh was almost painfully tight that it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if bruises in the shape of Donghyuck’s fingers was left.

“Gonna come,” Donghyuck huffed, followed by the sound of him gritting his teeth, mostly likely to keep himself going for longer. “Where?”

“‘m close too,” your voice came out unevenly, and muffled. “In me. Come in me. Now.”

You could just feel him twitch at that and maybe he actually liked you being mouthy because he yanked the panties from your mouth. “Don’t wanna make you sore, pretty. You have work tomorrow.”

“It’ll be worth it—shit,” you gasped, one hand clawing at the sheets as the other set of fingers reached back to comb through his hair to pull, clenching down on him for good measure. “I’ll call in sick if I can't take the pain. Johnny likes me enough. Just fuckin’ do it, Hyuck. Come on.”

You cried out at one pointed thrust that came just after mentioning your boss’ name.  “Hyuck, please. pleasepleaseplease—“

It was a dirty tactic. You knew it was, but morals weren’t exactly thought about when you’re getting dick down and it was worth the strangled groan Donghyuck let out as he painted your inner walls with thick ropes of white. You came shortly after and slumped face down onto his bed, reveling in the pleasant buzzing underneath your skin with both of your breathing filling your ears.

���We should talk about this, y’know.”

Donghyuck snapped his head up, pausing from his task to give you a bland look.

“Can we not do this when I’m wiping your pussy clean?”

“I’m serious!” You whined, but spread your legs anyway to make his job easier.

“And I’m serious too! Cleaning yourself after sex is important,” He tossed the damp tissue into the waste bin as he pouted, now having the gall to appear embarrassed after defiling you in his own bed. “And it’s like, pretty obvious that I’m crazy about you.”

“You stole my panties, I think that checks out,” you mused, giggling at the wounded noise Donghyuck let out as he tucked himself beside you, getting up all in your space to gather you into his warmth. “Couldn’t you tell me you liked me like a normal person?”

Even while holding you in his arms, Donghyuck managed to shrug as he nuzzled his face into the crown of your head. “I did say I was crazy about you. I think anything normal would be above my pay grade.”

Besides, it was about damn time you finally confronted him about your missing panties. It’s been going on for so long that If he didn’t plant the cum-stained pair into his laundry hamper, the chase might have even last at least a decade.

“You’re on laundry duty next week, by the way. Don’t think I didn’t see the used ones in your load.”

Donghyuck grinned, giggling mostly to himself as he rubbed his nose against your hair.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

I’ll take care of you.

a/n: the word 'panties' is fr going to haunt my dreams tonight omfg 😭

[judesmoonbeauty]

Summary: Jude recalls a moment from his childhood in the middle of the night. Note: I would not read this unless you've read Jude's Past Records, his route, or major spoilers about his route. Also, this is canon lore mixed with suppositions of things I think could've happened. WC: 944 Tags: Regret, Angst, Childhood, Memories, Family, No romance, SFW Pairing: None

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The seconds stretched slowly into the quiet darkness of early morning as Jude laid in bed at Crown, wrestling with tedious thoughts he’d willingly forget if he could. However, with an insufferable memory like his there was nothing he could do but bite down on the end of his unlit cigarette, as the past gnawed on his mind. While tapping his tongue on the filter, a distant afternoon from his childhood curled around his heart like a warped, thorny vine.

Jude’s jaw tightened as his mind traveled back to that old, dusty attic where light poured into the window upon he and his younger sister.

“Heehe, yay! Let’s go, Jude.”

His little sister wiggled on their wobbly, wooden stool, ready to go out for their next treatment session. She liked going to visit Oswald because he always made her laugh, and prior to starting each treatment session, he made sure they were fed so they didn't fall ill from the medication.

Although Jude was annoyed by her bounciness as he attempted to comb out her hair with his small fingers, he understood why she was happy. After all, it was nice having a full stomach with healthy food rather than moldy scraps from trash bins. Better still, was the fact that Jude had already earned all those meals as part of their treatment thanks to his diligence and incredible memory.

[Cough! Cough!]

However, they still had a long way to go before they were considered fully recovered, and as soon as his younger sister started coughing due to her overexcitement, Jude scolded her.

“Oi, stop gigglin' o' yer gonna hack up a lung, 'n keep still o’ I’m gonna mess up yer hair.”

“Sowwwy,” she sulked while quickly sitting still.

The tiny, soot covered scowl he tried to maintain as he refocused on combing and plaiting her hair, soon melted away into an exasperated smile when he saw her pouty expression in the window. Afterwards, he tied off the raven braid with a piece of thin twine he happened to find when he was searching for food the day prior.

He was quite practiced at it now, since he helped his mother care for her as she started growing weaker. In fact, when she was still alive, he used to watch his mother’s frail fingers weave his sibling’s hair, and committed her movement’s to memory.

"'Kay, done."

Looking at her reflection in the grimy, cracked window, she beamed, “Wow, I look just like a pwincess!”

“A princess?" He asked with a mixture of shock and disgust.

"Yeah, don't I?"

Looking at the piddly scrap that held her hair together, Jude sighed. It wasn’t lace or even a modest hairbow, just a tiny thread, one that could be used to tie a parcel with. It wasn’t anything to get excited over.

His mother did have one ribbon that she had kept while she was alive, but his bastard of a father sold it and the rest of his mother’s belongings after her death in order to buy more liquor, before she was even cold in her grave. Just thinking about it made the little boy sick to his stomach.

Wanting to forget such thoughts that filled him with hatred and ignoring her question, Jude took the sleeve of his shirt and wiped away a smudge on her face.

If anything, Jude only wanted to be a proper big brother, just like his mother believed him to be. So, while he thought it was a silly for her to say that she looked like a princess, when their clothes were practically paper thin rags and people looked down on them, he didn’t say anything else.

In any case, she had said far sillier things before, like wanting to go to the moon. He watched her play with the end of her braid, her smile as bright and pure as starlight…..Like a balm to his sensitive, ever-hardening heart.

Well, if yer happy with it, then it’s ‘nough fer me....princess.

He was determined to protect that smile no matter what, just like he promised his mother.

With the phony pocket watch that he had stolen a short time ago clinking against the stool, Jude placed his hand gently on top of her raven hair.

“Ready?”

“Weady!” Jude’s sister hopped down from the stool and quickly headed for the door.

“Tch, walk o’ yer hair'll get manky again!”

He yelled after her as he followed her swishing braid out of the cramped attic they were forced to stay in, the attic that would soon be one person short in just a few days time.

The memory’s thorn pricked Jude’s heart, calling him back to the empty bleakness of the present.

A whirl of smoke lifted to the ceiling as Jude lit the cigarette he’d been playing with, wishing to burn the memory of his failed promises along with the ashes. Then a regret that he’d been stifling for years finally emerged under the pressure of the briar-like memory that had been squeezing his festering heart. What he should've said...

"....Yeah, ya looked like a princess."

His glassy eyes shook for a moment before closing them, burying the rotting memory of that distant afternoon again, burying one of the last times he ever saw her smile. All he could do now was endure the hellish life that bored him to death as the seconds continue to tick by for him mercilessly.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick….

Tags:@ichigostellaglynn @atelierquinn @mrslelouch @missaengg

So, um....this wasn't suppose to be angst. This was supposed to be a 200 words or less familial valentine's day drabble. Clearly, that is not what ended up being written.

Well, I think about Jude and his past a lot.....Like I can't tell you how much and I wanted something sweet and precious, but it's Jude. So, of course, it's going to be angsty when it comes to his sister.

In any case, I just kept thinking of Jude making up his sister's hair and taking care of her as best he could after their mom passed. I'm the oldest sibling of a very large family, and taking care of my much younger siblings was just what I did growing up. I feel like it's why I get super emotional when I translate about his sister too, because if something had ever happened to my siblings.... Any way, thanks for reading. It's been since what.....October of last year??

And thanks to Missaengg for her lovely feedback!

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[faith-forgxtten-land]

Blush | Leonardo

this isn't me being modest or fishing for compliments, but i found writing this surprisingly difficult to write for some reason? and i'm not exactly ecstatic with how it ended up, but i've spent a while trying to edit and improve it (and of course tumblr decided to not save my edits, TWICE) and i honestly think this is as good as it's going to get because the more i edit and worry over it, the more difficult it becomes! with that said, i do hope you enjoy it!!

2007 universe!!

warnings: making out? there's not much honestly, leo being a little unhinged and possessive? she/her pronouns used once or twice, everyone is 18+!!

summary: leo likes it a little too much when you blush

word count: 1930 (honestly surprised by the length)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The first time you meet the turtles, you feel faint even after all the preparation you've done with April. She'd told you all about them, yet she hadn't mentioned how intimidating and handsome they were, and you stumble over your introductions, stuttering and blushing, feeling small and unimpressive, like you're back to being a schoolgirl with an unattainable crush.

You have to repeat your name, your shy mumbles too quiet even for their mutant hearing, and you flush as Leonardo smiles patiently at you and ignores Raphael’s eyeroll. Donatello is kind and tells you to not to take his brother’s grumpiness to heart, and Michelangelo talks so much that you don’t have to for the rest of the evening.

From then on, Leo makes an effort to be kind to you; he's always patiently listening to you even as you trip over words, especially on the days where you can barely glance in his direction without blushing, leaning close and bestowing you with an intense attention you're not sure you'll ever get used to. 

And maybe sometimes Leo plays up how soft-spoken you are. You are quiet, and you do have a tendency to mumble your words, yes, but he’s not deaf and he really doesn’t need to invade your personal space as often as he does. It’s just so cute the way you fluster without fail every time he leans in, his breath fanning against your face as he asks you to repeat yourself. 

His brothers and your aunt aren’t as oblivious as you; Donnie shoots him pointed looks that he pointedly ignores, Raph’s eyes are permanently rolling, and by now Mikey, who had initially been supportive, has begun to find it sickening, miming puking in the background each time Leo so much as looks in your direction. Even Splinter has joined in, completely unsubtle in his offhand mentioning of grandchildren whenever he sees the both of you, whether you’re alone or together. And April... well, she had cornered him in the dojo and promised that he'd be running back to the rainforest she found him in if he ever did you wrong. 

He had no intention of ever hurting you, or letting anyone else hurt you, for that matter. You’re just so endearing; so precious and shy, a snowflake that has yet to feel heat, and he so desperately wants to be the only one to light that fire within you and watch you melt.

Perhaps it's a little obsessive, but everything you do, usually unknowingly, draws him in like a moth to a flame. And it’s a little mean, maybe, the way he delights as you fluster and flush with only the tiniest hints of encouragement from him, but it sends a thrill through him each time. You’re so shy, so innocent and trusting, it’s impossible for him not to take advantage of that (even if April’s threats ring in his ears whenever he does).

So he invites you over, a movie night with just the two of you because of course Mikey is busy doing something silly and senseless that you won't be interested in, and you know Donnie's always busy doing something painfully nerdy that's way too boring to be fun, and Raph is busy doing something boneheaded with Casey that's far too dangerous.

It's just you and Leo.

You're both quiet for the most part, but keenly aware of each other's presence. It would be impossible for him to miss the way you practically stop breathing whenever his leg brushes oh-so lightly against yours, and he knows you're not paying much attention to the movie because he isn't either, and you're not exactly subtle with the way your eyes keep flicking away from the screen to sneak a peek when you think he isn't looking. 

The eleventh time you do this, he decides enough is enough, and lets his eyes catch yours.

He keeps eye contact for a little too long to be casual, heart racing at the way your eyes dart away awkwardly but seemingly can’t resist finding his again no matter how embarrassed you feel. God, you’re so cute, he wants to squish your cheeks and eat you alive. He must not be doing a very good job at hiding that desire because Donnie shoots him a warning look as he passes by to grab something from the kitchen, and Leo elects to ignore it, sticking his foot out suddenly and smiling innocently as his brother stumbles and glowers but continues his walk without comment.

He slides his arm casually over the back of the couch when he’s certain you’re alone again, unable to cover his smirk as you stiffen and your breath hitches. He’s not even touching you and he wants to laugh at how innocent you are; he feels like a wolf waiting to pounce on a lamb and it really shouldn’t excite him this much. The thought makes him shuffle just a little closer, disguising his movements as a casual adjustment in his seating. He flashes you a kind smile. “You okay?”

Your smile in return is tight and nervous, and you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact this time. You nod quickly, not trusting yourself to speak without humiliating yourself further. That, of course, is ruined as Leo drops his hand to the bare skin of your shoulder from where your shirt has slipped, rubbing your warm skin gently. You jump, a squeak slipping past your lips, and you feel your face grow even hotter.

Leo looks at you with feigned concern, lips rolled together to hide his grin, pushing an earnest façade to conceal his amusement. Your skin is so soft, he thinks, brushing his fingers over it again. “You sure?”

You swallow thickly as his palm flattens and trails towards your neck. “Y-yes.”

He’s even closer now, muscled thigh pressed against yours as he peers at you. “You’re looking a little flushed…”

You look up and meet his unfaltering stare; his eyes are dark, pupils eclipsing warm brown irises, and you feel like they’re swallowing you whole the longer you get lost in his gaze. His hand slides up and you shudder as he cups your jaw gently. There’s only an inch or so between your faces now, and you’re not sure when you got so close, but it’s hard to focus on anything other than the rush of blood in your ears as your heart beats erratically. “Leo,” you whisper uncertainly, and his eyes darken before he presses his lips to yours.

You’re still for a moment, frozen as butterflies flutter so violently in your stomach you think you might vomit – which would be the most mortifying thing to ever happen to you (and you’ve had a lot of mortifying things happen to you) and you might have to take a leaf out of Leo’s book and head to Central America and cut all contact with everyone you know.

You're not really sure what you're doing, and your actions feel delayed, like you're moving in slow motion or you're underwater and your movements are sluggish despite your best efforts, but you must be doing something right because he groans quietly against your mouth and the sound makes your abdomen clench. He pulls back and your lips are tingling as he catches his breath. 

He looks the way you feel; a mess, flushed with his chest heaving, and you feel a little smug even as you blush further when he smirks at you. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps smirking at you because he’s insufferable like that, and you realise he’s waiting for you to meet his eyes. 

It's a Herculean effort, but you manage to return his heated stare. 

“I want it all.” Leo is gazing into your eyes in complete seriousness and, as much as you want to look away and bury your face into your hands, something keeps you transfixed.

"All?" It's a miracle that you find your voice, even if it's the weakest it's ever sounded, wheezing and as soft as the skin under his calloused palms.

Leo's eyes somehow darken further. "This isn't just a game to me, or a one-time thing. I want everything with you."

You swallow the reticence that threatens to burst from your throat and lick your lips, the taste of his own a heavy weight against yours. His eyes follow the movement, the intensity of his stare making you feel dizzy. “I’ve never done this before,” you admit, heat crawling up your neck. “I’ve never even been in a relationship before."

Leo smiles at you, a knowing curve of his lips, crooked and tender with a hint of mirth, eyes dancing across every inch of your face with your admission as if he can’t decide which spot deserves his attention more. “I want to be your first and last,” he says honestly, voice a little uneven as if he hasn’t yet caught his breath after your kiss.

He’s nervous, you realise, cheeks darker than usual and inflicted with the same timidity that's nestled in your chest – not that he’ll admit to it. His eyes keep flitting about, not in a loving caress, but in a nervy flutter. You make him nervous. You can’t stop the giggle that leaves your lips and, almost instantly, Leo’s nervousness melts away as he raises a non-existent brow. “Something funny?”

Your face is flushed, and you can feel that shyness threatening to rear its head, but you push through and beam a little bashfully at him. “I want that too. I want it all. With you."

Leo blinks slowly and leans in close again. It takes everything within you not to pull away; your face is scorching, and you wonder if it’s actually possible to burn your skin from blushing so fiercely. “Can I kiss you?” His voice is lower than normal, soft and rough at once, deep and dark like it’s filtered through gravel and dripped in honey at the same time, and you kind of want to faint.

“Haven't you already?” you mumble, eyes dropping from his as another wave of heat rushes to your face, resolutely staring just beyond the turtle that’s practically on top of you.

Leo laughs softly, hand on your jaw once more and directing your embarrassed gaze to him. He’s smiling wide and then he’s kissing you again.

It’s still sloppy and tentative, you’re still entirely unsure of what you’re doing and it’s almost embarrassing enough to make you retreat, but then his tongue, long and thick, traces the seal of your lips in question and your brain shuts-down. Hesitantly, you answer, your own tongue shy as it brushes against his and easily forfeits the short fight for dominance, letting him lick your mouth with practiced ease. Any remnants of anxiety over your own inexperience dissipate with every flick of his skilled tongue, and you melt into his embrace.

“Oh my god, Leo’s eating her face.”

Leo pulls back and you squawk, mortified and covering your face as embers of confidence sputter, fleeing from you while Mikey dramatically projectile vomits his nunchucks across the room where they hit the wall with a thud. Your face is on fire, and you die a little on the inside as you realise that the glistening around Leo's mouth is mostly your spit. 

You die a little more and make a mental note to book a flight to Costa Rica when Splinter arrives to investigate the commotion, his son still pressed against you on the couch, and simply murmurs about grandchildren before winking at you.

[mothiir]

Kinktober request: giving guilliman a titjob

cw: what it says in the title

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“My love,” says Roboute, in tones of infinite gentleness. “I do not think that this is going to work.”

Your brow furrows; the tip of your tongue protruding between your teeth. Your giant of a lover sits on the edge of his bed, while you perch on a footstool, kneeling upright to try and press your breasts around his cock.

The book you read went into great detail about how erotic it was for the man to view his flushed pink prick slide between his beloved’s tits.

There were, unfortunately, a few things that you did not take into account.

“They’re — hang on,” you huff, pressing the sides of your breasts together, pushing yourself closer. His cock is nestled between them — though, perhaps, nestled is a strong word. Balanced might be more apt. The head of his prick is poking into your collarbone. “Move your hips,” you tell him, and — obediently — he thrusts between your tits. You mouth at his tip (and that brings a breathy sigh to his lips) but after a few motions it is clear to both of you that he is essentially humping your sternum. You have to squash your breasts together so much to provide even the tiniest bit of friction and, frankly, it’s uncomfortable.

“My love, there are a thousand ways I will have you besides —“

“Give me a moment,” you tell him, rocking back, glaring down at your own chest. Without the assistance of Macragge’s finest underwiring, your breasts perch on your rib cage in what can kindly be referred to as ‘modest handfuls’.

Handfuls, providing the hands in question are very small indeed.

“I thought it would be a good idea,” you say, sulkily, clambering off the footstool and into his lap.

“I believe that the heroine in ‘The Only Thing I Crave More Than the Emperor’s Justice is Your Sweet Kiss’ is not an accurate representation of the average human woman. I do not think that many have — ahem — ‘flesh ample enough to wrap around his cock entirely, cushioning it as he thrust’ —“

Your cheeks flush scarlet. “What have I told you about reading my books?”

He chuckles, and kisses your cheek, then the curve of your neck. “My love,” he says. “You give such instructions, and then I look at you and forget myself.”

“Hang on, isn’t that a quote from —“

Before you can suggest that the Primarch is lifting his sweet talk verbatim from the Imperium’s finest pornography, he has dragged you into a fierce kiss, and all your thoughts melt away.

[letsquestjess]

The Bad Batch and A Day Out on Pabu (TBB x GN!Reader)

Summary: You spend a sunny day out on Pabu with The Bad Batch.

Warning: None.

Hunter

Hunter loves being out in nature, especially during the sunnier months. After settling on Pabu, he spends most of the daylight hours either in the woods or exploring the coast. He struggles to let go of the soldier mindset for some time and it soothes his mind to know his environment better. He still goes on walks through the woods with you after you meet, but gives more of his attention to you than scoping out the area.

The sun doused Pabu in a searing heat, and many of the locals claimed it was set to be the warmest day of the year. Luckily for you and Hunter, the trees provided plenty of shade, and a pleasant breeze kept you cool as you wandered. Hand in hand, you crossed the slightly uneven ground, swapping funny stories and relishing the opportunity to spend time together. To your surprise, he paused in a modest clearing of lilac fronds and white bellflowers. Nestled within the blossoming vegetation, a picnic awaited. He led you over to the blanket and offered you a refreshing drink and some fresh fruit from the wicker basket. As the afternoon melted into early evening, you exchanged kisses and smiles, and lounged with your love until the sunset called you both home.

Echo

Since Echo isn’t a fan of being alone, he prefers spending a day out either with his family or somewhere he knows there will be plenty of people. On Pabu, he’s fond of places like the markets, the harbour, and the weeping maya tree.

Excitement teemed within the market. Delicious smells wafted from covered stalls, festival banners pinned between the buildings rippled in the sailing breeze, and every now and again, you and Echo bumped into someone you knew and stopped to chat. As lunchtime quickly approached, Echo took you to a charming cafe, treating you to anything you wanted, and afterwards, you picked up some of your favourite sweets from a local vendor. Into the afternoon, you wandered up to the archives to take a look at some of the new items in there. All the while, Echo’s hand remained on you, either linking your arm with his or on the small of your back as he gestured with his scomp to something that had captured his interest. Days like this always made him feel connected to people, quietened that sense of loneliness, and nothing made him feel quite as treasured as you did. 

Wrecker

Wrecker is up for going anywhere on a day out. Most of the time, he lets you choose the destination. He doesn’t mind where your adventure takes you or how many times the plan changes as long as he’s with you. Want to go shopping? He’ll hold your bags while you browse. Fancy some quiet time at the library? He’ll scour the shelves for books he thinks you’ll like while you read. A hike up a mountain? He’ll get the backpacks ready. Whatever you want to do, he’s there. 

As you both had a free day, Wrecker suggested spending the day together and asked if there was anything in particular you fancied. After a little thought, you decided that you wanted a day out on Wrecker’s boat. You expected a day fishing, which you didn’t mind as watching his face light up as he identified each fish and released them again was always endearing. Instead, he taught you how to operate the boat, made you a delicious lunch, and surprised you with an evening cuddled up in blankets as you watched your favourite shows on the holo-projector he’d smuggled into the bag without you noticing earlier that morning.

Crosshair

Crosshair doesn’t do well with crowds and lots of noise, and prefers a day out somewhere quiet. Usually, he prefers places that lie on the outskirts of Pabu’s central town, relishing the chance to go on a seaside walk or visit some old ruins. There are some cafes along the way he likes since they serve his favourite pastries and don’t tend to get too busy.

After purchasing some flavoured caf and a little paper bag of cakes, you and Crosshair headed to the coast of Pabu. The jagged terrain proved tricky to navigate at some points, but Crosshair aided you across the worst of it. It was all worth it when you reached the ruins. Much of the coastal castle remained, the front wall collapsed but the rest safe to explore. You spent hours touring the history of the place and discovering interesting features that had been abandoned by time. As the late morning drifted on into the afternoon, you both perched on the balcony overlooking the sea and snacked on the cakes, speaking of your little adventure and where you’d like to go next.

Tech

Tech is the kind of person who revisits locations. He always feels like he’s not quite discovered everything about a particular place, and whenever he returns, he ensures he learns something different each time. When he’s with you, he shares everything he’s learned about the site, and puts a lot of emphasis on the parts he knows you will be interested in.

One of the pastimes Tech loved most was taking you on a trip around Pabu in the ship, flying just below cloud level to get a bird’s-eye view of the magnificent island. On one particular journey, he spoke of the research he had been conducting in the local caves. Fascinated, you asked him to show you his discoveries. He relished the opportunity to delve into his research, especially with you, and landed nearby, taking you on a guided tour through the caverns and hidden nooks. Hours passed in unrivalled captivation, Tech imparting both historical and scientific knowledge. As night drew in and the island slowly fell into slumber, he steered you into the largest cavern in the cave system and situated you in the middle. His strange behaviour amused you, but no amount of questions would draw a direct answer from him. All he gave you was an instruction to remain in the centre and look up. A few minutes later, your patience was rewarded. The moon lifted to peek through the tiny gap in the ceiling, and the silver glow seeped into the crystals embedded in the cave wall. It felt as though you stood amongst the stars themselves, wrapped in their hopeful light. Standing there with Tech, you got to experience the awe-inspiring light show with the man who made you feel aglow and bright every day.

[another-lost-mc]

KARASU x gn!Reader 1k Words | NSFW | Phone Sex | Mutual Masturbation -> Prompt: “Feeling a little needy today?” [ 2K Event Masterlist ]

Karasu indulges you any chance he can, so that whatever he does for you is the best it can possibly be. Even when he’s out of realm for business, he still finds a way to spoil you.

There’s something incredibly sexy about his attention to detail: when he calls you at night, the camera he’s set up near the bed captures his naked body perfectly for you to admire. He uses a discrete little microphone attached to his pillow that lets him whimper in your ear. You can even listen to the way his hand pumps his cock, smoothing his shaft with the precum that dribbles from the tip; it's a quiet chorus of wet, slick sounds that makes burning-hot arousal surge deep in your belly.

Your own setup is modest by comparison, and far from perfect—your D.D.D. is propped against his pillow so he can see your face and hear your voice—but it seems to work well enough, judging by the hungry gleam in his eyes, burning crimson and darkened with lust.

He was embarrassed the first time you suggested this as a way to be together when you can’t be together. It didn’t take long for him to appreciate the novelty and appeal—he’s the one who begs for you to do this now, when he’s so lonely without you that he can hardly think straight. 

“I miss you,” he whines, a high, breathy noise that makes you whimper in sympathy. His hair is fanned across the hotel pillow, and he bares the taut lines of his throat when he tilts his head back and moans your name. He makes an utterly delectable sight, and even in your own blissed-out haze, you can still appreciate how lucky you are.

“Are you close?” you ask, and your voice sounds a bit strained now too; you’ve been stroking yourself in time with the sinful noises tumbling from his lips, but his desire is contagious. You nearly sigh in relief when he nods, and his eyes flicker towards the camera. Even in the slightly dimmed lighting of his room, you can see the wet sheen over his eyes, the glistening tears dotting his lashes.

“I’m sorry, I can’t–” he breaks off with another broken moan, and his body shakes even more, and you recognize the faint sounds of squeaking mattress springs now, too. “–it feels too good, fuck me, please–!” and with a final groan of your name, he comes, spilling across his hand and up the heaving slope of his tummy. He teases himself until he gasps from the sensitivity and he's completely emptied.

The sight of his lean, trembling body suddenly covered in the mess of his desire for you pulls you over the edge, and your breath punches from your lungs with the sheer force of it. Your eyes slip closed when you wring the last ounce of pleasure from your body, and he whispers praise and encouragement in your ear: you're so lovely, look at you, come on, dear one, that's it–

When you blink dazedly back into awareness and your hand falls away from your oversensitized skin, you realize his end of the call is quiet. You glance with embarrassment towards your phone, and you both share shy smiles. He cleaned up while you were coming down from your own high, and he looks sleepy but content. He sighs dreamily and despite everything you've done tonight, that is what makes your cheeks grow warm. He makes an aborted gesture to reach for your face on the screen, and your heart melts with affection for him.

I miss you so much goes unsaid between you.

“I’ll be home tomorrow after the meetings here are finished,” he reminds you quietly, and you nod your head against the pillow.

“I can’t wait,” you admit with a bashful smile, and he looks as happy as you feel.

“Me neither,” he whispers. “Good night, dear one.”

It's normal to leave the call open while you drift off to sleep. After your breathing slows when you fall asleep, he still can't look away. He watches you just a little longer until he finally disconnects the call.

The sound of someone coming through the door breaks the tranquil silence of your lazy Saturday morning. The soft thumps against the wall concern you, but you peer around the corner of the front hall; your confused expression breaks into a grin when you recognize who it is.

Karasu closes the door with his foot while he tries to balance his armfuls of luggage and his laptop bag. He grumbles in annoyance when one of his bags slips off his shoulder and falls to the ground, but his head shoots up when he realizes you're watching him from the end of the hallway. Suddenly his baggage doesn’t seem that important, and he drops it all haphazardly and strides towards you.

“Good morning,” you greet him happily, “I thought you weren’t coming back until this after–mmph!” 

He cuts off your greeting abruptly when he cups both your cheeks in his hands and kisses you. His lips move against you insistently, and the surprised noise you make in the back of your throat turns into a soft moan when he licks into your mouth. He crowds you against the wall and slots a thigh between your legs, and when you break the heated kiss with a gasp, he peppers soft kisses along your jaw.

“Someone’s a little needy today,” you tease him, but your breathlessness betrays your own eagerness. You smooth down the front of his suit with your palms, and he shudders at your touch. His eyes start to glow with the same lustful admiration from the night before, and the slanted tilt to his lips looks hungry.

“I told you I couldn’t wait,” he murmurs, voice thickened with desire, and he leads you by hand toward the bedroom.

[missmurbertime]

Day out date surprise? Mayyyyybe?

Sans: He takes you to the observatory. It’s night and the stars are all out. He is so happy he doesn’t know he is flushing the whole time. Showing you the displays and pictures like he took them himself. His hand finding yours and showing you such an open happy part of himself. Being able to share this with you really means more than the world to him. He will lean over and whisper facts about stars. The planets. His sockets sparkly and bright every time you ask him a question. Last, he will take you into the sensory room. A room that makes you feel like you’re floating across the cosmos. His hand finds yours hip and he will pull you close. His very tone betraying how happy he is that you came with him here. At the end of the night you have teeth against you in a skeleton kiss and a promise for you to pick next time.

Red (Fell): He takes you to the movies. It’s adorable cliché. His arm around your chair. Making comments and whispers the whole movie like he is more focused on you than the movie. At least. That’s how it seems. Until you pay attention to him. His cherry eye-lights watching the screen. Listening. How they zone in. How his body language changes as the movie goes on. And then you get it. This is a movie about a book. And the book you had seen hidden in his room on the many times you came over. He took you to see the movie of HIS favorite book. And it’s cute. Not that you’ll tell him of course. His defensive nature making it hard for him to get any kind of compliments. Especially those. But you quietly spend your time between watching him and the movie. You’re a little lost. Just a little. But you don’t think you can be blamed for loving the way he gets to invested. Nibbling away at the popcorn and sweets while watching him. At the end of the movie, he will scuff his shoes saying, “I guess that wasn’t so bad. Er, whatever.” And walk you home. But the giddy movement in his step and bright eye lights give away everything. So you smile and ask when the next one will come out. Who knows. Maybe you can watch it together. And his hand might just hold yours a little tighter on the way home.

Blue (swap): His day out would have been a surprise if he weren’t so adorably easy to read. The picnic basket. The clothes. And the cute little sunglasses taped to his skull giving him away. You don’t complain though. You grin, letting him lead you to ‘your surprise day out’ his cute little mweh laugh making you smile even more. When you’re there, he throws his arms out in a big TA-DA move. Showing you the modest little nature reserve he has taken you to. You’re a bit surprised too, pleasantly of course, since you had thought it would be a park. But he takes you in. A hand of your resting on his elbow as he leads you to a lovely little patch of grass and flowers by the water bank. He sets everyone up. Refusing your help for all of it. Unpacking the basket with ease and grinning as he gives you your favorite sandwich. You two lean against one another. Giggling and laughing as you talk and have a wonderful time. Good food. Good company. This is a perfect date. At least, you think it is. Until he exclaims and grins with stars in his sockets. Pointing at the REAL reason he brought you there. Otters. Little playful otters. Chirping and chittering as they waddle up the bank to you both. No fear at all as they make themselves comfortable on you and blue. Your heart melting a bit when you see how happy he is “W-well!” He tries to explain himself .”I just saw them here on my morning run of course! And I just knew you would love them!” But the way three little otters in his lap squeak for pets give him away. Not that you’re upset. No. You’re so happy and please that your grin can’t stretch any wider. Kissing his cheek to cut off his rambling. Thanking him for a lovely date. And later, when he goes in your room for something, he finds a photo. Of you two and the otters. Printed and in a frame on your dresser. And he turns as blue as his name for the rest of the day.

[dracarialove]

📄 F it, I'm posting my finished fics here, too 📄

*Check the 'rouge's heart' tag if you haven't read previous chapters

[Chapter 9: Love]

'Kiss him...' Rouge's conscience whispered again.

Her heart was racing, both of them frozen in place as they stared at each other. Shadow was starry-eyed for the first time in his life as he waited for the bat's next move; his chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath. What passed was a moment of tension between the two, a second of Rouge hesitating to get any closer.

Finally, she pushed away her doubts and gave in to the romantic want, leaning forward slowly in case Shadow decided to pull back. Her eyelids lowered as her gaze dropped to his mouth, her glossy lips puckering slightly. The hedgehog stayed still long enough to comprehend her action, then closed his eyes and leaned into her kiss.

Their lips met in the calmest motion, yet they both experienced a flurry of emotions like never before. Rouge felt a shiver rush through her body, the anticipation of kissing Shadow melting away as her desire was finally realized.

Even if it didn't go anywhere from that point – even if the hedgehog still couldn't see them as a couple – the pressure was gone the instant they connected. Rouge would be able to accept the rejection with grace if he chose to shoot her down.

Meanwhile, Shadow's heart rate was spiking quickly, the rapid pulse thumping intensely in his chest. He kept a chill demeanor, sitting mostly still with his lips pressed against hers, but his mind was muddled with questions all the while.

'Is this really happening? What does it mean for me and for her? For us? Will there be an us? What would that be like? Could I even do it? Would I be good enough for her?'

His anxiety grew the longer they kissed, leading Shadow to break it when he couldn't bear the nerves any longer. Pulling away from her was like being sucked through a vortex that brought him back to reality, his eyes opening to the blazing sun above and Rouge's calmed expression. She smiled and broke the silence first.

"I was starting to think you didn't like me." Her expression turned coy as he chuckled, Shadow letting a smile stick to his face as well.

"I might like you too much for my own good," replied the hedgehog.

Rouge shifted to push herself up, no longer hovering over him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Her new beau sat up straighter, taking the bat's bare hands in his gloved palms and helping her stand. "It means... I haven't really felt like that... ever."

Rouge looked into his crimson eyes, her cheeks flushing pink. "Oh... I'm surprised."

"Why?" he asked.

"Because you seem like such a lady killer!"

Shadow laughed a little fuller, more genuine than his previous chuckles, though the sound was subdued compared to anyone else's laugh. Rouge was almost giddy that he was opening up so much, and squeezed his hands.

"You know, I think you should visit my club," she suggested.

Shadow lowered his eyebrow, intrigued. "You own a club?"

"Club Rouge – really obvious it's mine."

"Hm, yes, very modest," the hedgehog teased, his first instance of witty banter.

Rouge took a couple of steps backwards, pulling on Shadow's hands. "Come on, we can have some drinks and I'll show you around."

The hedgehog followed her back to their beach spot, where they both dried off before packing up to leave. Rouge put her sun dress back on, and together, they climbed into her car to head off towards the downtown area.

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Rouge knew the club would be quieter with the sun still hanging high. It would give her the chance to offer a proper tour without being bombarded by her staff for assistance with the evening crowds. She parked in front of the building, pulling into her designated spot between the other employees' vehicles.

With one hand, Shadow lowered the sunglasses he'd returned to his face, leaning forward to look up at Club Rouge through the windshield. It was a tall building – three stories high – and the outside was colored a cool gray while a neon red sign spelled out the club's name in curvy letters.

Pink and blue lights shone through every window, faint strips of purple glimmering in the sun where they overlapped. The hedgehog imagined it would be much more colorful at night, and considering Rouge's personality, he was surprised to not hear music thumping through the walls.

"Looks nice," he commented, leaning back again and lowering his hand to the inside of the door. "Is it open all day?"

They stepped out at the same time, Rouge answering his question while closing and locking the doors. "No, I have someone come in the morning to get everything ready for business; every day, sure, but the doors open at noon."

"Noon?" replied the hedgehog, the two of them approaching the building together. "You must get a lot of business to keep it running for that long; I assume you don't close until late?"

The pretty bat looked over and smiled at him, pleased with Shadow's interest in her business. "That's right! 3am is when we start shuffling people out. Most of the partygoers have left by then, so it's good enough to get things decently clean before the sun rises."

The man nodded, impressed by Rouge's level of responsibility to run a club while doubling as an agent and hunting for jewels. She seemed so put together, knowing what she wanted and making it work, handling everything easily even when inconvenienced.

"So how often do you come around?" he asked as they neared the door.

"Usually once a week to check on everything. I have pretty great staff, so I don't have to worry about much; and if they do need me, they call. But every now and then, I'll come by for a drink or to mingle with the party animals."

She was grinning just talking about it, and her palm soon landed firmly against the large front door. Electronic music seeped through the cracks the second there was an opening, Shadow realizing just how thick the walls must be to contain what was a relatively loud beat.

The bat led him inside, where the bright lights of a casino lobby filled every inch of his vision, thankfully not so aggressive in the middle of the day, and lessened further by his dark shades. He heard her greet a bouncer nearby, her voice quiet as the hedgehog's ears adjusted to the energetic tunes resonating from the speakers above them.

"Shadow, you okay?" she suddenly asked, leaning towards him.

His gaze met hers and he realized he'd been zoning out a bit. "Yes, I'm fine."

She smiled tentatively, but accepted his answer, continuing on across the carpeted floor. Ahead of them were a number of tables made for various games – blackjack, roulette, poker, and billiards all occupied the center of the lobby.

Along the walls were numerous slot machines, all blinking with bright colored lights and high-pitched sounds that beckoned patrons to play. There were a few Mobian customers sitting at the slots, as well as a group of hedgehogs that chatted loudly over the music while playing a game of pool.

Rouge waved to them and asked if they were having a good time, her tone friendly. The dark hedgehog watched every one of the men smile and nod, some removing the cigarettes from their mouths to compliment her; a few of their gazes seemed to be stuck to the enchanting owner as the couple passed by.

Rouge brought Shadow to the bar straight ahead, which was being tended by a dark green fox. He smiled when he saw her, greeting his boss before they even reached the cushioned stools, then looking at Shadow while grabbing a martini glass.

"Welcome to Club Rouge," he said in a calm tone, his voice youthful, then turned his attention back to the bat. "What'll you have today, Rou?"

"Just a strawberry margarita would be nice," she answered, plopping her curvy figure onto one of the seats. Looking at Shadow, she asked, "What would you like? It's on the house."

He was still a bit off-kilter from the sights and sounds around him, almost missing her question before forcing himself to focus. "Oh, uh... the same, I guess."

The fox's silver eyes glimmered as he piped in a chipper tone, "Two strawberry margaritas! Not trying to get hammered today?"

Rouge laughed while he took her glass and began preparing the drink. Shadow could see a certain shine in the bartender's eyes that suggested he might have a bit of a crush on the older woman. And the quiet man couldn't blame him; he was falling for her himself.

The bat responded, "For once, no. Just showing my new friend around the club. He hasn't really been around the city, so I've been taking him to some fun spots in town."

"Ahh, you're lucky," the fox said to Shadow, starting on the second margarita. "Rouge knows every bar and club within five miles! Not to mention all the great places to eat."

Shadow made eye contact with the bat, who was leaning one cheek into her palm and smiling dreamily at him, and said, "Yes, I've been learning a lot about this town since I met her."

"Cheers," blurted the tender, placing their drinks on the bar top. "Remember this: of all the night spots in the city, Club Rouge is the best."

Rouge smiled at the fox and raised her glass, then turned to Shadow while taking her first sip. He also accepted his margarita, nodding at the bartender before drinking a bit. The cold sugary mix was sweet against his tongue, the strawberry taste strong over a hint of alcoholic sting. Before he could say anything about it, the young barkeep spoke up again.

"So, Rou, you look nice!" His hands were resting on the bar, arms straight out from his body.

"Thanks," she responded, lowering her glass. "We were just at the beach."

"Wow, beach day." He looked over at Shadow. "Sounds like fun!"

The stoic hedgehog felt an awkward energy coming from him, assuming things would end up being uncomfortable if they stayed at the bar. So, he answered before turning to Rouge, "Yes, the weather was very nice. I don't mean to cut things short, but perhaps I could get that tour now?"

"Oh, of course!" the bat replied, jumping up from the stool. Her dress flowed back down to her knees and she looked over her shoulder while taking a step towards Shadow. "Thank you for the drinks, Jay. I'll be around if anyone needs me."

"S-sure," he said, raising one hand to grip the back of his neck and watching them walk away.

As the pair left the bar, Shadow savored the feeling of Rouge's bare hand against the back of his arm, the clapping sound of her sandals quiet in comparison to the techno music filling the building. They made their way to one corner of the room, where sat a set of winding stairs leading to the second story. Before they reached the bottom step, she pointed out a couple of doors next to them that beared restroom symbols.

"First floor bathrooms, if you ever need to go." Her tone was matter-of-fact, even business-like as she pointed again to the lobby behind them while climbing the first step. "Let me know if you want to play any games, too; we've got all kinds to keep you entertained while you're here."

Shadow listened while she continued on, following her up the stairs and periodically sipping his drink. She claimed, "And of course, whenever you're with me, everything'll be on the house! Dating a casino owner has its perks."

His expression changed to stunned bemusement as his crimson gaze snapped to her face. Immediately, the bat followed her statement with a teasing claim. "I'm joking, of course."

The twinkle in her teal eyes suggested that she was amused by Shadow's double-take. Trying to calm his slightly-raised heartbeat, the hedgehog let out a chuckling sigh, not so sure that he wanted her to be joking.

Rouge was capable of throwing him off his balance, a skill no one had possessed before in his presence. Always collected and calculating everything around him, the ultimate lifeform had previously thought it impossible for anyone to catch him off-guard, even in battle. But the sly woman's smooth-talking nature was different from those who tried to take him by surprise.

She was naturally confident and charismatic, refusing to turn off her charm because it was just a part of her personality. Whether flirting with Shadow would've yielded results or not, Rouge would still be doing it – her talents were effortless.

She spent the next half-hour showing him the second and third stories. The second floor was a disco, most of the space being a dance floor consisting of bright blue tiles. With no one dancing, the area was expansive, the only other attractions being the DJ booth at the back of the room and a small bar where patrons could serve themselves.

Rouge greeted the lone bouncer and briefly checked in with him before taking Shadow to the top floor. It was a lounge room with lighting much dimmer, but playing the same music over the speakers. Velvet sofas and loveseats lined the walls, and there were small dining tables in the middle of the room with chairs for seating.

"This is where people can hang out and relax if they're tired from dancing or have had too much to drink," she explained. "We have a toaster oven at the bar, so customers can order food, too."

"Very nice," complimented Shadow.

And he meant it, genuinely fascinated by Rouge's ability to keep everything running smoothly. It seemed like a lot to keep up with, and he had to commend her for her passion in creating such an environment. He declined her offer of food, and they finished their drinks before heading back downstairs, where the bat led him across the room to the other side of the casino bar.

There was an archway in the wall that occupied the corner, its entrance covered by a dark purple velvet curtain. Rouge took his hand in hers, smiling back at the hedgehog before grabbing one side of the curtain.

"This is my own private lounge area," she told him, pulling aside the heavy fabric and tugging on his gloved hand.

After entering the small, darkened room, Shadow was able to take off his sunglasses while Rouge flipped a switch that turned on the violet-colored light hanging from the ceiling. The thick curtain created a bit of a buffer from the noise of the casino, and also blocked the outside light from entering the bat's modest sanctuary.

Her space – surprisingly only big enough to be occupied by a few people at a time – consisted of a red velvet loveseat resting against the left-most wall, a plump beanbag chair sitting across from it, and several tables that all served a different purpose.

In the middle of the room was a coffee table, large enough to hold plates and drinks; and all four corners were decorated with smaller end tables, three of them carrying small sculptures. Sitting on the fourth table, on the far side of the loveseat, was a mini-fridge that whirred quietly as it chilled the contents inside.

"What'ya think?" Rouge asked, swaying her hips as she stepped towards the loveseat.

"It's very... you," responded the hedgehog, placing his shades on the coffee table as his baritone voice rumbled softly through the cozy space.

He moved to join her on the loveseat, the woman crossing one leg over the other once her form had sunken comfortably into the couch. She smirked and lowered an eyebrow at him, replying, "'Me'? I'd say it's a lot more subdued than my usual style. You don't find me gaudy, or my taste excessively extravagant?"

Her playful tone tipped him off that she was merely bantering again, but Shadow felt more serious about his opinions of her character. He didn't return the smirk curled across her muzzle, but instead scooted a little closer and held her hands once more.

"Sometimes," he answered, staring decidedly into her purple-tinted eyes. "But that's only a part of who you are."

Rouge's teasing expression changed to one of puzzled intrigue, the slight tilt of her head urging him to continue his train of thought.

The man's smooth, monotone voice was unwavering while he spoke on the deeper strengths of her personality. "You're also intelligent and resourceful, with a level of charisma that I will never possess."

She almost chuckled, but saw the sternness in his face and realized he wasn't just flattering her – he was being blunt. The bat felt a flush enter her cheeks again and she clung to his every word, leaning towards him, as well.

Shadow spoke honestly, "In the past, I've found it difficult to figure out my purpose in life. At times, it seemed I was just wasting away the days until something happened to pique my interest. And as you can imagine, that's not a simple task; I'll admit that I was unimpressed with most of the things around me."

Rouge gained a smarmy expression and sarcastically retorted, "Until you met me?"

He couldn't help but smile and let out a small chuckle, catching on to her mockery of the cliché line. "I wasn't going to say that. I'm still unimpressed by most things... you just have a different outlook on life that gets me thinking."

"Oh? Thinking about what?"

He paused for a moment, briefly looking down at her hands before darting his wine-hued eyes back to hers. "Who I want to be. I wonder how my life would change if my own mindset were to shift just a bit."

"Well, there's no harm in trying something new," Rouge claimed, one shoulder rising towards her cheek.

The musing hedgehog wasn't trying to be romantic – his body language stiff, his facial demeanor thoughtful and slightly somber – but his words were touching her heart nonetheless. To know that she was helping someone discover new perspectives, just by being herself, had Rouge feeling like she was being offered a partner.

In crime, in business, in life; she didn't care which. She just knew that Shadow had something that perhaps she was missing, as well: the power to reflect heavily on all of the things being presented to him, rather than just letting them pass over his person like water.

Her own quick-witted nature was useful in her lines of work, but it often kept Rouge from thinking deeply about the connotations of any casual encounter. If the situation seemed surface-level, or if the problem had a quick and easy fix, she let it be as it was and didn't worry further unless she could predict a ripple effect.

The bat had to admit to herself that perhaps she even made assumptions without considering every possible option; though to her credit, it had never caused a problem for her before. In that moment, she accepted him as a promising prospect for the kind of love she could have. Sitting on the maroon loveseat together, the pair were entranced by each other, and the charming woman saw Shadow's gaze trail down to her lips.

"I want to give us a try," he spoke softly. "Just to see where this goes."

Rouge squeezed his hands tightly, her eyelids lowering. "Me, too..."

This time, Shadow was the one to lean in for a kiss. The bat instantly reciprocated, her eyes closing while her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. The dark hedgehog finally let his body relax from the tension of opening up to her, relishing the intimate moment with his first love interest.

When they pulled away from each other, he could hardly keep his breathing steady; once again, she was effortlessly nudging the reclusive lifeform out of his usual nonchalant state. He consciously allowed himself to be more vulnerable around her, his eyes brightening a bit more as he smiled.

"You have a great smile," Rouge complimented, following with a wink.

"Yours is better," he retorted, guessing that she would appreciate the praise.

One of her bare hands lifted to run tan fingers through her curled locks. "Say, I've got a proposition for you."

"What's that?"

"How would you like a job here? You're still looking for work, right?"

Shadow's eyes widened a little, appreciative of her offer. "I am. What would you have me doing?"

"Well, I could use some more security around here," she said, lowering her hand from her hair to play with his chest fur. "The bouncers do an alright job, but there's only one for each floor. I could really use a security supervisor to do patrols around the building, make doubly sure that everyone's having a good time, and keep an eye out for troublemakers."

In a swift motion, she lightly tapped her index finger against the tip of his nose, causing the hedgehog to let out an embarrassed huff as he turned his head. "Interested?"

She leaned away from him and twirled a thick strand of white hair – painted lavender by the purple light – around the same index finger, smiling flirtily and fluttering her eyelashes at him. Shadow turned his gaze back towards her and looked the woman up and down, then raised the warm hand that was still resting in his, pulling it closer to his face.

"Sounds like my kind of job," he answered, then planted a kiss on her soft skin.

[ramonasturniolo]

~Constellational Love~

~(A short one-shot!)~

-Matt Sturniolo x Fem reader

-(This is my first fanfic, please be considerate!)❣️

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Summary: Under a starry sky in a flower-filled field, Y/N and Matt Sturniolo share a charming date. Amid laughter, strawberries, and tales of constellations, their connection deepens. A heartfelt exchange of wishes leads to vulnerable confessions, culminating in a sweet kiss that marks the start of a blossoming romance under the celestial canopy.

Does not contain any triggers listed on my about me post!

Disclaimer!; This is entirely fiction! None of this is true and is not real!!

Please enjoy❣️❣️

(Consider listening to this song while reading!❣️)

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Under the velvet sky, strewn with a myriad of stars, Y/N and Matt found themselves in a picturesque flowery field, a scene straight from a dream. A cozy blanket spread beneath them, adorned with a modest picnic, set the stage for a date filled with enchantment.

The evening air carried the scent of blooming flowers as Y/N and Matt settled onto the blanket. Their fingers danced in a silent ballet, finding each other effortlessly. Laughter filled the air as they indulged in the simple pleasure of strawberries and shared tales from their past.

"Remember that time in high school when we snuck into the school garden at night?" Matt chuckled, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia.

Y/N grinned, "How could I forget? We thought we were so rebellious, stargazing and getting caught up in constellations instead of studying for exams."

Matt's gaze turned skyward as he pointed to a cluster of stars. "Speaking of constellations, see that one? That's Cassiopeia, the queen. Dad used to tell me stories about her too."

Y/N's eyes followed his finger, captivated by the celestial stories unfolding above. "She must have been a remarkable queen to have her own constellation."

Matt nodded, a warmth in his voice. "Just like you, remarkable in your own way."

Blushing, Y/N nudged him playfully. "Smooth, Sturniolo. But I'll take it."

As the night wore on, they continued to explore the cosmos, sharing tales of their favorite constellations and creating new stories beneath the celestial tapestry. Their laughter and banter wove seamlessly into the quiet symphony of the night.

Matt, with a twinkle in his eye, pointed to a particularly bright star. "You know, they say that star grants wishes. What would you wish for?"

Y/N pondered for a moment, her gaze fixed on the luminous star. "I'd wish for more moments like this, surrounded by beauty and sharing laughter with you."

Matt's expression softened, a tender sincerity in his eyes. "I think that's a wish we can make together."

Their hands found each other once more, fingers intertwining in a silent promise. In the quiet of the night, their conversation shifted to dreams, hopes, and the quiet confessions that often go unspoken. The vulnerability of the night sky seemed to invite honesty, and Y/N felt a sense of serenity in Matt's presence.

As they lay side by side, their gazes met in a shared understanding that transcended words. In that quiet exchange, Matt's hand found Y/N's cheek, and with a soft smile, he closed the distance between them, “I love you Y/N. You mean the whole world to me, and I never want to lose you. I cherish every moment with you.” Matt seals the moment with a gentle kiss upon Y/N’s lips.

“I love you too Matt. I always will.” Y/N states lovingly.

The world melted away as their lips met, the sweet taste of strawberries lingering in the air. It was a kiss filled with the unspoken promise of shared wishes and the blooming of a connection that had ripened over time. When they finally pulled away, the night seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself was celebrating the magic of a newfound love.

Under the star-studded sky, Y/N and Matt nestled into each other's warmth, the blanket beneath them now a cocoon of shared dreams and whispered promises. As they continued to stargaze, the night embraced them, a witness to the beginning of a love story written in the language of constellations and sealed with a kiss beneath the cosmic canopy.

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[fisheremsims]

2.01 - A Home for Two Hearts (and a Paw)

After receiving his inheritance, Forrest wasted no time moving into his new home. He found a cozy two-bedroom, one-bathroom house just down the street from his parents. While the house was modest, Forrest was thrilled to finally have a place of his own and embraced the independence that came with it.

The first few days were filled with setting up his space and focusing on work. He spent long evenings grading papers and preparing lesson plans, his passion for teaching driving him to excel in his new career. Yet, despite the satisfaction he found in his work, Forrest couldn’t shake the loneliness that crept in during quiet moments.

Forrest had always dreamed of having a family, but his struggles with romantic relationships made the idea of finding a partner seem daunting. He longed to be a parent and realized that, as a single man, adoption might be the best path forward. One evening, after sitting alone at his dining table for what felt like the hundredth time, Forrest made the decision to call the adoption agency.

The next day after work, the agency informed him they had a perfect match for him: a curious and energetic little girl named Ariana. Forrest’s heart swelled with anticipation as he prepared to bring her home. When he arrived back at his house with Ariana, she instantly lit up the space with her bright smile and love for nature.

The first days of parenting were a whirlwind. Forrest had to adjust quickly—there were no baby steps with a child already full of energy and curiosity. He found himself chasing away “monsters” from under her bed late at night and cleaning up messes almost daily.

 But amidst the chaos, there were heartwarming moments, like quiet evenings spent watching TV together and bonding over silly jokes.

In no time, Forrest was completely smitten with Ariana, and she had him wrapped around her finger. One evening, she asked him with wide, hopeful eyes, “Dad, can we get a kitten? Missy wouldn’t be lonely, and I’d take care of her, I promise!”

Forrest chuckled, knowing he couldn’t deny her anything. That same day, they visited the adoption center and brought home a playful little kitten they named Missy. Watching Ariana care for Missy melted Forrest’s heart, and the house felt even more alive with the new addition.

Life settled into a happy rhythm for Forrest, Ariana, and Missy. Forrest continued to balance work and parenting, and Jules and Rosie even stopped by to meet their granddaughter and the new kitten. The visits were full of laughter and stories, with Jules teasing Forrest about how quickly he’d become a softie.

But as time went on, Ariana had another request. One evening, as Forrest was helping her with her homework, she looked up at him with that same hopeful expression. “Dad,” she started, “do you think we could…?”

2.00 - Close-Knit Family Ties

2.02 - Full House, Fuller Heart

[tiger-mountain]

Do you remember driving to Bellingham on a whim to record at Western Washington University? We listened to Modest Mouse the entire time. It was the first time I had been to Bellingham. We were all at Brita’s that night. We were hanging out on her bed with Tasha and Kirsten.

I kind of forgot how those two groups melted together. I met Brita and Kirsten at the firehouse outside on the lawn while waiting for a show to start. Brita was wearing a really cute jacket. Kirsten was wearing American apparel. I thought they were super cool. I didn’t expect to see them again, but then I kept seeing them at shows and more so at KTUB. Feels like a such a funny thing to say now. There was a period of time where I was hanging out with them and Peter and James a lot. One night we went to Sherry’s and then we drove across I 90 in Peters Volkswagen Rabbit going what felt like 100 mph. There were times when we hung out in James and Brita’s new Honda Civic car in the Kirkland library parking garage for hours just listening to Feist. I was working at Zeek’s pizza then. I would walk from Zeek’s up to KTUB after work to hang out.

On the Fourth of July, downtown Kirkland always had a celebration with a parade and it was always busy at work that day. One year after work on the Fourth of July I met up with Brita and Kirsten and we went to some school and hung out outside at dusk, listening to the fireworks from the neighborhood around it and Laura Tan came and had made a rice crispy treat cake that had different colored rice crispies to make up the American flag. What a strange memory.

They were a few other times we hung out at Laura‘s house and they all drank wine in Laura‘s bedroom while listening to Your Heart Breaks and Des Ark and James was confused about his sexuality and we kissed and I remember the smell of wine on his breath and I loved it but it turns out he really was just gay and I thought him and Peter were going to be together forever. Peter moved to New York at some point and dated a bunch of models. He got really skinny at one point and I remember being worried.

I also had a crush on Brita for a short period of time. I remember spending a few times at her house but never one on one. One time her and Christopher were sick, we were hanging out outside of the QFC and Starbucks in Kirkland next to the outdoor fireplace and I thought about kissing her but then realized I could catch her fever. We never did. It was that year somehow the two friend groups merged - my Poshhill friends from the firehouse and my KTUB friends. Somehow. I think it was all through the firehouse and various shows.

Both groups of friends are still connected in one way or another yet somehow I’ve completely disconnected myself over the years, only hanging on through text message threads and Instagram stories. I want it to be different.

I want to go back to connecting via blogger, even though it doesn’t exist. It felt intentional and meaningful and like a secret community altogether, what a strange time if only we could re-create it as adults now.

[scarletooyoroi]

Hands that can join together as truth prevails over delusion. Where they can not only conquer the pain, but let it breathe and burn freely into peace instead of allowing such forces to become destruction incarnate. These were the thoughts that wrestled within his mind while catching a softer countenance upon the Twilight Sword. As memory serves from being affiliated with the Kamisato House's core gathering, centuries of time were gripped into this man's hand as he carried forward.

Even now, the idea found itself rife with difficulty in even trying to perceive as such.

"Hands like that I intend to help with the utmost I can offer." Intoned in his voice would be no modicum of doubt. A shared smile would momentarily complement such looks. A heart like theirs could easily inspire others to follow.

He wouldn't leave any room for argument as a new crux was faced in their conversation. Even the realm of Pure Waters found itself at a collision course with a brand of sea that intends to assimilate all. A slow nod would be the start of his answer. "Everyone within Fontaine has some semblance or version they recite. It all boils down to a similar curtain call however.. The fact such a thing is even possible."

The Steambird headlines had made it impossible to ignore during a magic show from this land's esteemed Magicians. How a sinister plot was unraveled, alongside the grim truth that it was possible, how those who hold a natural bond with Fontaine could actually melt away from these seas.

Tempted as he was to tap into the logistics of the matter, that would hold as a secondary. "If there's one thing that not only roaming the wilds have told me, whether in my own pursuits or at a bigger glimpse of Teyvat. Something remains." It'd be that tempered faith that compels him to share what he knows. "For instance, a lot of ruins that are harbored underwater.. A marginal number remains in fantastic condition. ..And on that end, enough I say where transport from some source can be possible.."

"Another sound approach is discovering the remnants of any Sinthe employees. Having the head of it's operation cut has led to a priority for safety above all else. I wouldn't imagine it'd be difficult at all to corner one of the stowaways for more concrete intel." Thoma adds in. After hearing their determination seething strong through their words, maybe it was a matter of fighting spirit fashioned from his own trials, but leaving this alone felt wrong.

However it was quite the bar to assume that they would appreciate such help. That impassioned steam gradually settles into a more modest branch of calm. "Ah, if such assistance would be welcomed. My own goals could contently wait if there's an opportunity to act."

Canting his jade eyes towards Dainsleif, he made it a priority for visual contact to be established. "Looking at the frame of time.. and just how widespread such an event would be, time wouldn't be on our side or theirs if evacuation was the ideal. So many make their living in the countryside too.. A way to help produce better seals on the other hand, that could be our ticket. What do you think?"

Crystal clear surprise reflects in glacial sapphires, their widening from their usual relaxed stance and the quivering of frozen stars within. Never once did Dáinsleif think so highly of himself that he would me the final nail on the coffin of a prophecy, the culmination of all efforts combined with a scope: to pursue tranquility and peace that this Star hasn't seen in millennia. Surprise washes away from otherwise inexpressive lunar-kissed featured, the corners of eyes that have seen too much crinkle in a mirage of a smile his lips are unable to form, thus albescent lashes flutter close thereafter.

◜Ah, you overestimate me.◞ Blond locks sway gently to the shake of Twilight's head. Despite what his following words may denote, blissful warmth kindles his heart at the kind thought the flame warrior transmitted. ◜If anything, I am but a prophet taking matters into hands.◞ Celestial azures open anew to gaze upon the tranquil sea once again as a line of thought reverberates within the confines of his mind.

Just as I am doing now, one of the reasons I am currently in Fontaine.

◜Powerless or not, all mankind is able to lend their strength for good pursuits. Like sending Yokai souls to rest through earnest wishes in Inazuma, or healing to completion the Axis Mundi that has struggled for far too long in its fight against the poisonous void through their dreams.◞ And now, it is time for Fontaine to shine through the adversity even if humankind is at disadvantage the most to an unforgiving prophecy and crude reality that disintegrates locals into water. ◜The time has come for Fontaine people to confront an inner turmoil that has already been released.◞

A much cruel death sentence for the mere purpose of human existence that only exists at the peak of Teyvat, where all waters congregate at its core. Primordial water and its current whereabouts used to be different, lingering on the surface— being one with the nocturne sky above dotted with stars and cosmos' might.

◜Have you heard about its prophecy? One day the primordial waters will burst forth, erasing all memories and people with it. I do not know about the level of awareness some have, but a failsafe plan is already underway.◞ Nevertheless, there is more to this than meets their eyes. Something that they may struggle even more were they discover this truth, let alone understand. ◜Some truths remain hidden still from the majority, at least from those concerned enough to do something to counter the prophecy. Truths that could change it all... if they only were known.◞ Roseate lips press in a thin line at the reminder of what had transpired in Khaenri'ah, millennia worth of secrets bursting into one single day of massive destruction at the hands of the gods and at their own hands, too. All in name of transgression.

◜But they fail to evade me. That's one of the reasons why I am currently in Fontaine.◞

[watchmegetobsessed]

EVERYDAY THINGS

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNING: slightly sexual content

SUMMARY: Harry loves the everyday things, especially when they include you. Like going to the supermarket in the night because you want ice-cream and then shagging in the car, because he can't keep his hands to himself.

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Harry finds great comfort in the most everyday things. Living his life as a global superstar he cherishes the simplest things way more than others probably. They keep him grounded, reminding him of what truly matters when he feels like he is lost in the madness of being famous.

He tends to get wrapped up in this feeling whenever he is with you. You’re the anchor that keeps him where he needs to be, he can always hold onto you whenever he needs to feel like himself after masking his true self for too long for the world.

After weeks of nonstop working he is finally back home for a while with nothing to do, so he can spend all of his time the best way possible.

With you.

You’ve taken a few vacation days out as well to spend some uninterrupted time with your boyfriend, it’s been hard to barely see him in the past weeks so all you wanted was to be practically glued together with him and make up for all the time you missed.

It’s a hot summer night, the two of you are watching something you found on Netflix, you’re cuddled up on the couch, bodies melted together as you’re basically lying on top of him. Wearing only a loose top and your panties, the skin to skin contact feels so comforting since Harry is only in his boxer briefs too. Your not too modest outfits might have something to do with the intense sex you just had on the couch prior to starting the movie.

His fingers keep dancing and grazing across your back while you listen to his steady heartbeat underneath your face. It’s been a perfect lazy day, spent inside and alone, far away from the rest of the world.

Lifting your head you turn it so you can press a few soft kisses to his bare chest before resting your chin on his sternum. He peeks down at you, his double chin making an appearance thanks to this position, but even that looks good on him. Or maybe you’re just so hopelessly in love with him that he could be dressed like a clown and you’d still have heart eyes for him.

“Mmm?” he hums, smiling, his hands reaching down to your hips and giving them a squeeze. “I kind of crave ice-cream,” you say, pursing your lips as you bring a hand up on his chest and start tracing patterns onto his cheek.

“Don’t think we have any,” he frowns and you give him a pouty look. “I don’t think we can order this late,” he sighs, mirroring your expression.

“How about a late night supermarket trip?”

“You’re willing to get off of this couch?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. “You want it that badly?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Alright then, let’s get dressed.”

Thirty minutes later you’re wandering down the aisles of a nearby supermarket that’s open until eleven in the night so you still have almost an hour until closing time. Harry’s hand is clasping yours, the other one holding a basket as you grab different kinds of snacks off the shelf, tossing them into the basket. You both knew it won’t be just ice-cream you return with. Your period is about to start soon so you’re craving basically anything and everything.

“How about some soda?” Harry asks, spotting a freezer down the aisle.

“Can you get me some Sprite, please?” you smile and he just nods, pressing a kiss to your temple before going to get the drinks while you decide on what kind of gummy bears you want.

He gets two cans of Sprite for you and some kind of juice for himself, before turning around to check on you, seeing you at the same exact spot, several packs of sweets gathered in your arm as you reach for another. You’re wearing a baggy shirt that’s longer than the shorts underneath, making it appear like you have nothing on. You put on your favorite pair of sneakers you’ve worn so much they are practically falling off your feet, but you still refuse to throw them out.

No makeup, no neatly styled hair, the cellulite on your thighs are very much on display and there’s that scar from your childhood on your ankle, all of these things often come up as your insecurities, what keeps you from seeing just how wonderful you really are.

And yet, you’re completely perfect to him. Inside and out, he is absolutely enamored by you and the fact that you chose him to be with. It all washes over him like a tidal wave, the love he has for you, the time he spent with you and the life with you that’s ahead of him. He couldn’t be happier than at this moment in the middle of a grocery store sometime after 10 pm.

Walking up to you he takes the packages from your hold and tosses them into the basket before curling his arm around you, pulling you tight against his chest.

“Ompf, hello to you too, Mister,” you chuckle, snaking your hands to the base of his neck as he keeps you tight in his hold.

“You look good. Like, really good,” he hums, his hand sliding down your back until it reaches your ass and he can give it a good squeeze.

“Is it my unwashed hair or the food stain on my shirt that’s got you so worked up all of a sudden?” you roll your eyes, but still feel your cheeks heating up from the random compliment.

“Both of them. But I also love the hickey that’s showing from under your shirt,” he grins and leaning down he kisses the mark he left on you earlier, so pleased and full of himself, knowing there are a few more underneath your clothes. Last night turned out to be a bit rough and when he saw the marks on you he was so worried he went too hard, but you assured him that was exactly what you wanted.

He nudges his nose against your jaw before pressing a sloppy kiss to it, moving his lips up to your mouth.

“I wish there weren’t any cameras in here. I would love to shag you right here and now,” he mumbles against your lips.

“What turned you into a horny teenager?” you giggle as his hand squeezes your ass again, bringing your hips closer to his and now he is not the only one getting aroused in a damn supermarket.

“My sexy girlfriend who I love very much.”

You get lost in the moment for a bit, kissing way too heatedly than you probably should be in a public place, but you just can’t help it. However, you need to put an end to it.

“Babe, let’s get the ice-cream so we can head home and continue this,” you suggest out of breath.

“Mm, too long, need you now.”

“Okay, then let’s at least make it to the car,” you chuckle.

Harry growls and unwillingly stops himself before taking your hand to pull you down the aisle fast, towards the freezers.

He basically makes you run to the checkout when you have what you originally came here for and he keeps getting handsy when you’re paying, though the middle aged woman doesn’t even seem to notice a thing.

He can barely keep himself together as you sprint through the empty parking lot and it’s probably way too risky for his status to be shagging in a car, but he couldn’t care less as he takes you on the backseat. At first it’s uncomfortable and someone is always falling off the seat, but when you finally end up straddling his lap and bouncing on his throbbing cock, neither of you cares about the rest of the world. Harry pulls you close to his chest as you relentlessly move, your moans filling the car until you come hard. You squeeze him and it pushes him over the edge too, filling you up so good as if you haven’t had sex in ages even though the last time was just hours ago.

Then you get home and eat the melted ice-cream and all the snacks you bought, watching funny YouTube videos before you end up making love again, this time in your bed. It’s slow and intimate, so sweet and full of love that you have for each other, Harry wishes he could spend all of his days like this, wrapped up in the sheets with you, the woman who has his heart, soul and body.

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[imaginepirates]

Marrying James — Femme Edition

For @groovy-lady, to accompany the enby version.

James had been thinking about proposing to you for a while, probably a few months, but he was still horribly nervous to actually do it. He wants things to go smoothly, and wants a little privacy for the occasion, so he'd pull you away somewhere nice while still socially appropriate, like a more secluded area of a garden or a section of Fort Charles with a view. When you actually accept, he'd find himself at a loss. But you can tell through his bright smile how happy he is, and you can't help but feel the same as you get to watch him let his guard down for once. 

The wedding planning is great because he's actually invested in it. He helps you pick out the colors and taste-tests with you, and he has a pretty good sense of what things aesthetically work together. I can certainly see a blue/white/gold theme going, but with lighter tones than the typical navy standard. 

And, when things get overwhelming, the Swanns are there to help. Oh, James wants to take care of it all himself, but Weatherby insists on lending a hand, and you simply can't turn down Elizabeth, who's decisive when you're not and gets things done when you're too exhausted to handle it all. Not to mention, she has impeccable taste, and would help make sure the aesthetics were up to perfection.

You’re probably wearing a dress, given the standards of the times, but whatever you wear is made of gorgeous silk brocade that compliments your husband-to-be’s military uniform. There is, of course, copious amounts of lace, though the accessories likely feature a modest set of pearls. The floral arrangements host a fun variety of native plants like hibiscus and golden poui that capitalize on your life in the Caribbean as opposed to England. 

The service is modest; James doesn't need the whole of Port Royal at the wedding, even if people may be peeking in through the windows. After all, their beloved Commodore is getting married, and they want to be in the know about it. Elizabeth can't always be the one who knows the tea. 

The Navy boys are ecstatic. The group of you are good friends already, of course, because Gillette and Groves couldn’t keep their noses out of James’ personal life (especially Gillette), so they’ve gotten to know you, whether by meeting you “on accident” or later when James finally showed you around Fort Charles. They want to help in any way they can, though they have little experience with wedding planning. But they’re there for moral support, particularly if James gets called away during the process and you’re left to your own devices. 

As the wedding draws nearer, James begins to have his doubts. Not about you, but rather about himself. He thinks back to his own family, how cold his parents could be, how lonely he could get. How, even within the privacy of their own home, his family kept to societal expectations and standards. He never wants you to feel like you can’t talk to him, and he wants your home to be full of warmth. He wants to share his time and space and thoughts and experiences with you, something he didn’t get growing up. He’s so scared that he’ll accidentally recreate a mirror image of the only family he’s ever known, and he couldn’t subject you to a life that depressing. 

You’ll have to get him to calm down, to come to bed, to eat regular meals. He has an unhealthy habit of, when he’s nervous, trying to distract himself with work. This leads to distracting himself from other important things, too. Thankfully, he’s whipped for you, and you can get him to do just about anything pretty easily. A guiding hand on his arm or shoulder and a word of reassurance here or there would go a long ways to James’ getting any proper rest leading up to the wedding. 

James looks at this as foreshadowing into your future; he realizes how easily you can take care of him, a concept he’d never really thought of before, and it melts him. He’s always envisioned himself as the provider, meeting that masculine expectation. On the other side of that, though, he never considers the care he might be receiving. So, as you help him de-stress, it dawns on him that your marriage may truly bring him to bliss. He knows you have his back, that you can be a source of strength for him unlike any he’s ever had. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—James is a crier. He can’t keep himself from tearing up at the wedding, even before he sees you. His men, even Groves, are rather useless at pep-talks, so he just ends up getting excitedly hugged by those closest to him. This is where he first starts to choke up; it occurs to him that everyone present really does care about him, and it only gets worse when he sees you walking down the aisle. 

His mother is there, and while it sets him on his guard a little at first, she’s supportive of the match and pleasant to have around. She couldn’t be prouder of James for finding someone he loves who also befits his station, as she couldn’t, and she couldn’t be more pleased with you. 

The thing about having a wife, in particular, is the potential for children. James would never, ever, actually expect that of you, to carry his children, but if you wanted to, he would be bursting with adoration. He would have you both think on it for a while, of course. Children are a huge commitment, and he doesn't want to influence you toward that decision too quickly. That being said, he wants them desperately. He fears being like his own father—emotionally withdrawn and separate from his family—and it would take some encouragement to actually convince him he'd make a good dad. But he'd try. He'd try so hard and it would make all the difference. 

Alright, alright. Now to the part you really want: the wedding night. 

James doesn’t actually have much experience when it comes to endeavors below the belt, so he’s a bit nervous himself (haha). That being said, he does a good job of not showing it, knowing full well that you have much more reason for anxiety. He starts things slowly, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, giving you some time to relax into his embrace. He’s a consent king, so whenever he moves to do something new he asks if it’s alright. 

James is still a flustered mess as you begin to undress, watching with wide eyes despite trying not to. He’s curious, too, and helps you with your dress and undergarments, getting his lips on every new inch of exposed skin. It’s gentle, though, and relaxed. He wants to explore you, to map you out. He’s shocked when you return the favor, ridding him of his cravat with skilled fingers, carefully loosening buttons and ties he assures you he can do himself. Both of you are surprised to hear him gasp at the kisses you place to his chest and the way his eyes drift shut with the pleasure of it all. He has much the same effect on you, though, and he smirks a little when he manages to get a moan out of you, which you’re desperately embarrassed about. 

Things aren’t perfect—neither of you fully knows what you’re doing—but you’re figuring each other out together, which ends up being an intimate bonding experience. You both have to place a lot of trust in each other, but it pays off. 

And an aesthetic board because I can't help myself...

[fitz-higgins]

Love at First Lecture. Part 1

At first glance, Monty and Henry seemed an unlikely couple. One was a partygoer who knew every sinful corner of New York, Chicago and Paris and, it seemed, had tried out everything; another was an eccentric, but modest professor who was passionate about accents and had never been in a single relationship. In any usual circumstances, they would have likely never spoken – if they ever met at all. But the circumstances of their first meeting were far from usual.

It happened aboard the Carpathia, the ship that picked up hundreds of survivors from the Titanic. 

Like many Carpathia passengers, Henry tried to offer all help he could to the Titanic survivors. These people had just lost everything, and they needed anything, from shawls and soap to simple words of comfort. Henry was busy consoling some of them in the dining saloon when he set his eyes on a dark-haired young man who sat at a table in the far corner of the room, looking lost and desperate. This was Monty, and although they didn’t speak that day, Henry felt his heart going out to him.

It was only the following day that Monty noticed Henry in the smoking room. He felt and looked no better and was as exhausted and lost as the day before. Many of his friends weren’t on the ship, and although he kept telling himself that they could be on another one, he dreaded that the truth was much more dismal. As Monty drank brandy and thought about Scotty, the man with whom he had a little fling on board the Titanic and who most certainly died, he suddenly heard a soft voice, “I say, it is peculiarly warm weather.”

Talks about the weather weren’t something Monty had expected at that moment. Raising his look from the glass, he saw a fair-haired man nearby, his expression kind and sympathetic. That was Henry, as he soon found out. But first, he answered, “Surprisingly so. I wish it was as warm... a few days ago.”

Henry’s expression immediately turned apologetic. “I do beg your pardon, sir. I spoke unthinkingly.”

Maybe this exchange, awkward for both of them, was helpful. It put Monty at ease, and he smiled for the first time after the disaster. The conversation flowed effortlessly from then on, moving from dialects (which Henry studied) to New York (which Monty loved) and beyond.

Henry also was the first person who learned that Monty was going to leave his job as a lawyer. “I’ve never really liked my job and found it rather boring,” he explained. “And after... everything, I think I need to change something in my life.”

Their love wasn’t at first glance – Monty liked to say that it was at first lecture, but that came later. He was mourning the death of Scotty, while Henry simply wanted to help. However, even back then, Monty felt a pull to this soft-spoken, a tad shy professor who carried a small notebook and scribbled something in it from time to time when he was alone. What really attracted Monty about Henry was his eyes and calm presence. After the sinking and chaotic first day on board the Carpathia, Henry gave Monty the feeling of peace he didn’t know he needed. He preferred to stick to his fellow survivors, but whenever he spotted Henry – back then he was merely Mr. Higgins, of course – Monty felt better. Roaming the rooms of the Carpathia felt like wading through waist-high water with constant waves of dread and misery covering him. Talking to Henry was like getting to the shore at last. And when Monty found out that this man saved scones for the Titanic survivors in third class, his heart probably melted for the first time.

On their last day on board the Carpathia, Henry offered Monty to visit him at Columbia University, if he needed a friend, or attend one of his lectures. Monty accepted, but at the time, didn’t think much of it. He did not expect to meet this man again, and his mind was on other things, like trying to get his life together.

However, their paths crossed that same evening in New York. Monty was on his way home, strolling through Central Park. People were scarce at that hour, which was why he instantly spotted a figure of a tall man sitting on a bench. The man seemed familiar, and indeed, upon approaching him, Monty saw that it was Mr. Higgins. 

After disembarking, Henry had spent all day finding accommodation for the third class passengers and only got some rest after darkness set over New York. So now they felt similarly: both exhausted and still thinking about the Carpathia – but cheered up upon seeing each other. Perhaps this was what brought a smile to Monty’s lips, and not the desire to mask his true feelings.

“Fancy meeting you here!” was the first thing he said to Henry, getting more serious once he took a proper look at him in the yellowish light of a lamppost. “I hope you have somewhere to stay?”

Henry let out a friendly laugh at this. “Oh, yes, contrary to appearances, I haven’t been turfed out of my home. I have my quarters at the university, thank you, Mr. Fitzgerald.” He rubbed his lightly stubbled cheek self-consciously. “But likewise, it’s good to see you here. I’m sorry we missed each other when the Carpathia landed, it was quite chaotic.”

“Ah, yes, I barely saw anybody. Wanted to get off that ship as soon as possible…” Monty quickly got rid of the melancholy that tried to creep up in his heart again. “I am in a hurry, unfortunately, but I hope to see you soon, properly. And get yourself a good sleep. You certainly need it!” This was when he placed his hand on Henry’s shoulder for a brief squeeze, not putting much thought into this gesture. It was merely a friendly way to encourage someone he shared his grief with – or so Monty thought.

“Of course, of course, I wouldn’t want to keep you,” replied Henry, somewhat thrown by Mr Fitzgerald’s unexpected but not unwelcome touch upon his shoulder. He collected himself. “The wind’s picking up, I suppose I should be making my way back as well.” He did not mention that he hoped to see his new acquaintance, perhaps at the university, although the likelihood was probably very slim, he thought. Finally donning his hat, Henry made to leave in the opposite direction that Monty was heading. “Please, take care of yourself, too, sir, in the meantime.”

“I will!” Monty promised and headed on, putting his hands in his pockets. He turned back as he walked, to glimpse at Henry once more, and told himself to find out about the man’s lectures for this month. Monty didn’t, however, keep his promise to take care of him.

It was a brief meeting, and yet it was another spark. A small light in the darkness that was enveloping Monty. As soon as he disembarked, he plunged into desperation again. Upon meeting Henry, he resurfaced for a moment before diving back into New York’s underworld, going from yet another one-nighter to the next bar and then finding a new man to spend some time with.

Unable to live with his lovely, but overcaring family, Monty found a small flat the same evening, though he barely stayed there, preferring bars, somebody’s rooms or just the streets. During the week that followed the Carpathia’s arrival, Monty was at his lowest while Henry returned to lectures and kept helping immigrants, having no idea of the big changes waiting for him around the corner.

These immigrants made their paths cross again. At first, Henry just helped the poor Titanic survivors, who turned up one day at the gates of Columbia, asking for a “Mr. Higgs” and showing his card to the porter. Most of them didn’t know English, and this kind professor of linguistics was their only hope. Then they came again and again, and after the porter confronted him, Henry decided to direct them all to the Old Town bar. The word had spread, not just among other immigrants, but also among local New Yorkers. Including Monty.

He had heard about an eccentric man and a crowd of immigrants and decided to investigate, just out of curiosity. In retrospect, Monty suspected that he was unknowingly seeking Henry. Like a ship looking for a lighthouse, he would say if it didn’t bring back bad memories. He visited the Old Town several times, but was either too early or too late – Monty’s erratic lifestyle meant that he was up at the most unusual hours. But eventually, he got lucky. “Fate saw that we were perfect for each other and guided us,” he said once.

That Friday evening Henry was alone: the number of immigrants had thinned, and he felt like welcoming the start of the weekend with a glass of whisky. He took a first sip of whisky when, upon looking up, he saw Monty at the bar. What started as a chance meeting soon turned into something much more meaningful.

[Art by the amazing @sirgarrowman]