#radiant rejects

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raine raine your ocs raine the radiant rejects I need to know more about them what are their classes I beg

HIII ZEETH!!! I was asleep when you sent this I think but im answering it now <33

Okay so now’s the time to reveal I don’t actually know that much about dnd mechanics. I’ve never actually played it lol, so all my knowledge is from various dnd shows and podcasts I’ve seen over the years

Now with that:

Caleb Rowar - my half-orc guy, he’s basically “the leader” of the group and he’s also a paladin. I don’t think he’s ever thought of himself or self care in the past 3 years

Gray Elaran - high elf, pretentious theatre kid. He’s a bard. There’s no other option there

Annie Hawkins (whose actual name is Marianne. Annie’s a nickname) - human cowgirl. She’s a ranger, and also she does artificing but as a hobby. She’s basically the lesbian you go to during an apocalypse, she definitely has doomsday supplies

Erin Willows - my sweet cowardly half elf boy. He’s a warlock. Now how he got to be a warlock is that his patron used to know his parents and is a weird aunt type figure. He really wishes he just chose wizard classes. He really does

Fern Viruk - littlest goblin guy. Also a barbarian. They’re just a lil guy with a huge fucking mace. Terrifying in fights, bad at talking to people.

Molly Graves - the new girl of the group, her first day was the worst. Firbolg fighter, I haven’t actually decided on her weapon yet. One day

One day I’ll read those dnd handbooks and understand how classes actually work. But until then I’m just having fun here

Also! Fun fact “Radiant Rejects” isn’t even their party name, it’s supposed to be one of those “Say hi Intrepid Heroes” bits (like Magical Misfits or Questing Queens). I’m very emotionally attached to the name tho so it is not changing

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Happy Valentine’s Day, I bring sketches of one of my fh oc’s (redesigned). Aroace characters for the win

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You're ridiculous, you know | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.0k

Summary: Part one Masterlist

James sees you in a new light and wants to try to change the way you see him too, moment by moment. He is trying to win you over but understands that you're having a hard time believing that he's genuine about his feeling because of his sudden switch of focus from Lily to you (even though it gave him whiplash as well, but I guess he just accepted it faster.)

Notes: Best friend!James, he's less stupid, Lily is a sweet friend, fluff, pining, misunderstandings, (best) friends to lovers I guess, spelling mistakes probably because I typed this out on my phone.



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With the hatch buried between you and James, you felt like you could finally properly breathe again. James had apologized again, of course and told you that he supported your new style.

Trying to balance your two friends groups however, did prove to be much more difficult than you thought. Neither of the two seemed very entertained by the thought of hanging out together as one group. Besides, James had become rather clingy as well, becoming his very own one man group to balance hanging out with.

"I now have abandonment fears," he jokingly defended when you raised your eyebrows at his arm, wrapped around your waist instead of your shoulder like usual while you two were walking down the open court yard.

"Right," you replied, seemingly not very impressed. You knew what he was trying to do, especially after your rejection. After all, save from Lily, he'd never actually been rejected. You assumed that this too, was a matter of pride. "You have nothing to prove you know," you told him and he merely hummed in reply.

"And anyway, you'll have to let me go now because my mum sent over some dresses for me. I'm planning on trying them on with the girls."

The grip on your waist tightened.

"No," he pleaded, "Don't leave me." He dramatically leaned his entire weight on you, dragging you down as well. Was he always this heavy? You incredulously thought.

"James, you'll make us both fall! Get up you're-"

"The earth is dragging me down. I can't help it, Love," he said in a playful, strained voice.

"Unless you want to spend the afternoon giving your opinion on dresses, I suggest you fight back against the earth, oh brave Gryffindor." You retorted, amusement clear in your voice.

James immediately straightened up. "Sure, I'll review your dresses," he happily replied.

‘Well’, you contemplated. You supposed it’s not as if you've never gotten dressed around eachother.”



Your mum had been very delighted at the news that she could go ahead and send over a dress through the mail. She went a tad bit overboard though, you thought as you looked at the heap of clothes on your bed.

James was sitting next to the said heap, waiting patiently for you to get changed in the bathroom. A pit formed in his stomach at the thought that he'd made things weird enough for you to want to get dressed in the bathroom. 'I mean, you've seen eachother naked before?' He thought. Not that he was aiming to see you naked of course.

His hands weaved through the beautiful clothes. He was sure they'd all look splendid on you. Would you go with him to the Yule Ball? His heart clenched. Probably not. You rejected a date with him to Hogsmeade. No way were you going to accept going to the ball together.

James stared out of the window, a lost feeling washing over him. How could he turn this around? Would you ever look at him that way?

The door opened and James' breath stopped, literally. It was simply perfect.

Mesmerizing, he thought.

'Merlin this was only the very first dress, how would his heart survive the dozen other dresses? You looked radiant. Like actually radiant. The dress made you glow with beauty and confidence. The color was what he could only describe as your color and made you look like bloody royalty.' He knew his opinion was biased, but it was still the truth, he thought.

And so his mind started racing. You were going to go to the ball, looking like that, with a date who was someone else. Jealousy flared up at the thought. He had to internally slap himself to shake him out of it.

You had taken his long silence as a negative opinion and quickly brought your arms to fold over your middle, covering yourself. "Not this one then?" You asked.

"No. I-I mean yes, sorry. I was distracted."

You felt slight disappointment at his words. Another sinking feeling in your stomach, but you reasoned with yourself that he just wasn’t used to doing this sort of activity with you. "You don't have to do this you know." You gently said and sat down next to him.

"Do you have a date to the ball?" He blurted out in response.

You were taken aback by the change of subject but shrugged. "There's been a few people who’ve asked, but I don't know. I've never talked to them before and it feels a little superficial that they only now would ask me out, just because they noticed I look and dress differently."

James could feel his heart plummet even lower if that was possible. Did you think that about him as well? You wouldn't be wrong of course. He'd only started to view you in a different light when you decided to go for a different style, and stopped only hanging out with the marauders after all. Guilt started to weigh his mind.

"Are you going to ask Lily out?" You tentatively asked.

"Of course," he automatically responded, without having processed the question. Your face fell a little. A confirmation, you thought. You were right. Maybe you'd have to accept one of the student' proposals for the Yule Ball after all.

James’ eyes widened and he quickly averted his eyes when you unzipped your dress right next to him. "The bathroom?!" He sqeaked out in panic.

You put on a grin. "Well, you look like you're bored and me taking my time in the bathroom will take too long. I guess I could just very quickly change here. Besides, you've seen me naked before."

James was somehow feeling more hurt at the prospect of you getting changed in front of him, than hiding in the bathroom. It meant that you really only saw him as a friend, he sighed.

You on the other hand, decided that you were hellbent on refusing to let your dynamic with James change because of unrequited feelings.



James was lying on his bed, wide awake. He couldn't sleep, mind wandering off to you, and he rolled around in frustration at himself and yelled into his pillow. Ashamed, he looked around if the he'daccidentally woken anyone up. He didn't.

He was restless. None of his subtle advances had apparently been noticed by you. And if they had, then you'd blatantly ignored them. James wasn't sure which option he liked better.

Tears of frustration and misery welled up in his eyes. He'd seen you get asked out by three different people today, and every time, his heart would stop, scared that you'd say yes.

The past few days, his eyes couldn't leave your figure as you went off to hang out with Lily, and he cursed himself for never having noticed you, too focused on Lily. He groaned and turned around again in his bed. "You're the perfect best friend," is what you had told him this morning when he had saved you from an awkward conversation with a seventh year Ravenclaw. His stomach had dropped.

'But you agreed to hang out with just him,' he kept telling himself in reassurance. Tomorrow was finally weekend and an off day which meant it was time for your not-date. At the thought, his heart lightened, and he managed to finally fall asleep.



You really weren't complaining at all. If anything you couldn't help your body from completely leaning into James who had once again wrapped his arms around your waist. Arms that were firmly holding on to you as if to not let you leave his side.

A week had passed since he asked you out on a date, and you and James were finally off to Hogsmeade together, your own heart both seering, as well as clenching at the thought that this was merely considered 'hanging out'.

Yes, you'd very much wanted it to be a date. Exactly like James had described it. Just the two of you, together on a date, which in a way was kind of what you were doing right now, even if you denied calling it that.

And if you weren't absolutely sure that you were setting yourself up for disappointment and heartbreak at the prospect of not working out because of his feelings for Lily, you would've definitely agreed with the biggest grin on your face.

But you were sure that that's what you'd be setting yourself up for. And having conflict avoiding tendencies had you make rational decisions such as then. Besides, the fact that he was going to ask Lily out to the Yule Ball confirmed that you had made the right decision.

'Could've been a date though', your mind seemed to whisper, and you grimaced. 'And then what,' you thought. 'Even if he settles for me, it would just be unfair for both of us. He never gets to be truly happy and I never get to be truly loved.' You scoffed.

"You okay, Love?" James shook you out of your train of thoughts, a concerned look on his face and he slowed his pace to a stop to properly look at you. His hands found their way to the sides of your face, his eyes searching yours.

You turned your head to the left and stuck out your tongue. He jerked away in surprise with a loud laugh. "That's foul!" He yelled. He was about to wipe his hand on his trousers when he stopped and then looked contemplatively from his hand to you and back.

Your grin was wiped off your face at the sight of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and wasted no time to sprint off.

"You keep that hand to yourself Potter!" You shouted with a laugh.

"Absolutely not, you get back here!"

"This is a new dress, no way I'm letting you wipe your hand on it!" You quickly shot back and looked behind you to see him quickly catching up on you.

You watched with a face of disdain as he calmly wiped his hands with your sleeves, holding you in a headlock. "So unfair", you muttered.

James childishly stuck his tongue out and released you from his grasp.

It had you tumbling to the ground. "Hey!"

"Alright truce?" He asked and he stuck his hand out, both to seal the deal as well as help you up.

When you moved to shake his hand, he smirked. 'Oh so naive. You should know better.'

You noticed the trap far too late and weren't able to pull your hand back fast enough-

"James! Now that's foul!" You shrieked at his wet hand. Undoubtedly, because he'd spit in it moments before.

James was doubling over in laughter, and you took the opportunity to wipe your hands on his sweater. He let you.

“You’re ridiculous you know,” you shook your head.

“And you not at all,” he grinned. James wrapped his arms securely around your waist again, and you continued to head to Hogsmeade.



James looked at you from the bar counter. He was waiting for the drinks he ordered and admired you from afar. You were already sitting at a table in the corner for two and were munching on some snacks you had fished out of your bag, waving at him with a warm smile when you caught his gaze.

Sure, up until recently, he’d always seen you as the cool best friend that he could share everything with, tackle to the ground, tell gross jokes to, or get shirtless around when changing clothes. He was used to not at all treating you differently than Sirius, Remus or Peter, because in his eyes, you belonged to the same category.

But now, even though James also absolutely didn’t want your dynamic to change, he was conflicted because he finally saw you in a different light. He just had to try and make you see him in a different light as well.

The bartender gave him his drinks and he walked over to you with a grin. “Pick one,” he told you, still standing next to you and holding the mugs behind his back.

“Left,” you chose without hesitation. He put the mug in front of you and you looked suspiciously in the mug. At the sight of the green liquid you squinted your eyes at him. He put his own mug down and you leaned over the table to peer into it as well. Blue.

“Are you trying to poison us both?”

James snorted and sat down in front of you, “You got me.”

You kicked his leg under the table and he pretended to be in excruciating pain. “You wound me, Love,” He groaned exaggeratedly, all the way slouched down his chair and gripping his leg to sell his point.

“Want me to kiss it better?”, you teased and then immediately awkwardly paused. See this would’ve been a normal thing to say if you said this a month ago, but now it just made things weird. James however was grinning from ear to ear, absolutely soaking in the thought and cheekily replied, “Oh, darling, you must.”

‘Alright cheeky bastard’, you thought. Shaking your head with a chuckle, you moved your chair back and ducked under the table. James' eyes widened in shock, especially when you grabbed his leg.

“Drinking all by yourself?” Frank’s voice had both of you freeze up.

You moved to get up from your crouched position, planning on using a fallen hair tie as an excuse when James blurted out a different excuse. “No, just waiting for Y/N, she went to the bathroom.” You groaned and hit your head repeatedly against James’ knee.

Great, now it would be weird if you just crawled out from under the table.

“Y/N? I was actually looking for her, I mean we’re partners for potions class. You know what, I’ll just wait with you then.”

‘No!” James said, a little too loud, before he could help himself. He cleared his throat. “I mean uh,” James leaned in towards Frank and quietly, as if he was telling a secret, gleefully added, “We’re actually on a date.”

You playfully slapped his leg in a scolding manner.

Frank immediately seemed to get it and wished him good luck before leaving the table.

You scrambled out quickly and when your eyes met, you both burst out in laughter.



Despite your fear that dynamics would change and your resolve that you wouldn't allow it, you didn't mind the change so much if this was how it was going to be from now on, you thought to yourself. James had dramatically thrown himself half on top of you, head buried right under your breasts.

"Rough Quidditch practice", he'd mumbled before collapsing and absolutely melting like snow for the sun into you when you weaved your fingers through his curly locks, the other hand rubbing at the nape of his neck.

When you had tried to pull your hands away to retrieve your book from the bag next to you to pass the time while James seemed passed out, James had whined in protest, grabbing your hands and placing them back on his head.

"Prongs," you tried after a long time but received no answer. you lifted your hands from his head again and finally got a grumbled "What."

"Supper,' you softly spoke.

"Five more minutes, please?"

As if you could deny that request. After another few 'five more minutes' you finally gently pushed him off, both of you sitting up. He looked around, dazed, his eyes drooping and hair messy.

You entered the great hall with James trailing behind you, holding your hand. Peter spotted you and waved you over. James squished himself between Sirius and you, ignoring the other spot front of you that the marauders had saved for him.

"Blimey Y/N, what have you done with Prongs?!" Sirius asked, a horriefied expression adorning his face when James lazily rested his face in your neck. You laughed at his antics and shrugged, getting complaints from James at your movements.

Remus handed you two plates of food. "We saved these for you two."

"Thanks Moony," you gratefully accepted them and poked James with a fork. "Eat, you big baby," you said and pushed the fork in his hand. James internally groaned. But he was so comfortable like this. Why couldn't he just stay like this forever? He reluctantly sat up straight and started eating. He was hungry after all.

"Hey Potter, mind if we steal Y/N for a second?"

"Go away McKinnon," he was quick to respond and stuck out his tongue pettily. "She stays with me, you already had her the entire day."

You amusedly watched them banter. "I think you'll find that I will choose myself where I go, Prongs." And got up from your seat, moving down the long table to sit next to Lily.

"So what the hell was that Prongs?" Sirius inquired as soon as you were out of hearing range. Peter and Remus curiously looked at him.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you guys that I fancy Y/N?"

"Yeah that too, even if it was absolutely obvious," Peter shrugged.

Remus laughed at James' gaping expression. "What Padfoot meant was are you guys like a thing now? Like did we miss something? I thought you said she kinda rejected a date with you?"

James sighed dejectedly. "Yeah, she did." He straightened up again. But I'm working on it though."

Lily nudged you. "So I don't know if I should thank you or pity you."

"Huh?"

"I mean, thank you for getting James to stop pursuing me, but I'm sorry you have to deal with him now," she laughed.

Marlene wiggled her eyebrows at you. "Unless you don't mind having to deal with him of course," she smirked. "You looked pretty comfy," she added.

Alice nodded her head in agreement. "Frank told me you two went on a date last week apparently."

Your friends gasped dramatically and you were quick to deny it. "No, James just said that so Frank would leave us alone," you said and swatted Dorcas when she suggestively wiggled her eyebrows at you. "Ugh, you guys, be nice to me," you complained while laughing. "We're just friends hanging out, besides he still likes you Lils, look he's still staring at you," you said that last part with a sigh.

Lily raised her eyebrows. "Not at me, he's not." She nudged you again. "Look," she urged you.

You turned your head to look at James and your eyes met. He couldn't help but wink and felt very victorious when you looked away flusteredly, a big smile on your face.

'Could it be?'



Over the course of the next few weeks, James and you had gotten a lot closer. By now, you and James walked through the hallways, his hand always touching you somehow, whether he was holding yours, had his arm slung around your shoulders, waist, or lower back.

You also found yourself hanging around the boys dormitory alone with James more often than ever before. You were laying horizontally across his bed, your head hanging off the side of the bed. James went to the bathroom and you were passing the time.

You kept sliding forward bit by bit and when you were hanging low enough to look under James' bed, a brilliant plan to jumpscare him popped up in your brain. Perfect. You quickly moved to hide under his bed. Your hands ready to grab his ankles when he returned.

The door opened and you held your breath in anticipation. You peeked from underneath the drapes, covering your body and saw him look around surprisedly before a mischievous grin appeared on his face.

He called out your name to be certain and when you didn't respond, he pumped his fist excitedly and hurried to hide inside the wardrobe on the other side of the room, undoubtedly having the same idea as you and you couldn't suppress your laugh anymore. You rolled out from under the bed grinning like an idiot.

James joined you on the floor, although he did seem a little bit bummed out that he hadn't been able to prank you. "I guess genius recognizes genius," he admitted with a laugh.

"I have to go to the library to study," you bit your lip while you said it. Disappointed at the thought of breaking the peace.

James turned his head and looked over at you. You were so close. For a moment, he closed his eyes, relishing in the moment of having you within arms reach like that.

When he reopened his eyes, they flickered over your face and rested a little longer on your lips. It wouldn't take more than him leaning in to easily capture your lips and it took everything in him not to. It almost pained him literally. You turned your head towards James due to the lack of response, checking if everything was alright and if he had heard you when you said you needed to go.

"You're mesmerizing," he whispered softly, the words always on the back of his mind since he saw you in the first dress. You chuckled at that. "Using big words now, huh," you whispered back teasingly, a fond expression on your face.

"No, really."

Those two words left you speechless in surprise. You don't know what it was. Perhaps the sincerity on his face or in his tone. Perhaps the way he emphasized that he really meant it. Or maybe even the way he was looking at you right then. 

Whatever it was, it made you throw your reservations and resolve straight out of the window.

Rational decisions were the last thing on your mind when your eyes locked with James' and then you were both leaning in, meeting each other halfway in a soft, fleeting kiss.

"I think you're mesmerizing as well," You murmured against his lips and you could feel them curl up in a smile.



"You're such an arsehole," you laughed, slapping his ice cold hands away. You ended up not going to the library to study. After all, who needs studying anyway? Instead you and James had curled up against each other on his bed, entangled together and James decided to slide his freezing hands under your shirt, resting on your stomach.

"No, I'm mesmerizing," he huffed and attempted to warm his hands again.

"Did you even wash your hands when you returned from the bathroom?"

There was a long pause and you stared up at him incredulously. "James Potter! You are disgusting," you exclaimed.

“Oh don’t tell me you’ve never forgotten to wash your hands after going to the toilet!”

“Yeah, but I don’t have to hold the- the thing.”

James laughed loudly.

“You suck,” you huffed.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I can't be that bad, I won you over in less than a month," he wore a triumphant smile on his face and you wanted nothing more than to smack it off. You didn't of course, and instead buried your face in his neck in embarrassment while grumbling about arrogance. You two hadn't really talked about the kiss that happened 10 minutes prior.

Absolutely refusing to let you pull back mentally and physically, James had been quick to mention how uncomfortable your position on the floor really was, and he proposed to lay down on his bed instead where he changed the topic while still getting comfortable with you. It was his way of letting you know that he wasn't trying to skim over the fact that you kissed or ignore the fact that it happened, but rather that he wanted to ease the tension by doing so.

You were relieved and thankful for him, knowing that that tension would have absolutely made things too awkward for you, and that you would've definitely fled from the room in denial.

"I think I fancy you, James," you eventually quietly admitted to him, your voice muffled as your face was still hidden away.

His grip on you tightened and he pulled you even closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yeah?" he breathed out, his heart soaring.

"Yeah."

"I fancy you too, Love." And with that you tilted your head up far enough to place your lips in a firm kiss right under his jaw.

There was another comfortable silence and then, "So, how about a proper date. You and me, us, together." He quickly clarified the last part.

You laughed out loud. "Yes please, Hogsmeade?"

"Actually, I was thinking maybe the Yule Ball."

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hmmm shy recently presented omega has a crush on older omega hwa......... but it's too embarrassed to confess because she thinks alphaxomega are meant to be but wants so so bad to mix slick with hwa

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Oh baby, I love this so much.

Our gorgeous Omega Seonghwa, lovingly caring for the little innocent Omega who doesn't even know that Hwa is just waiting to wrap her up in his silky sheets.

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It was easy to fall in love with Seonghwa - it was too easy. He was soft, gentle, radiant and so beautiful that just the sight of his face was enough to bring tears to your eyes. Park Seonghwa was perfect.

Park Seonghwa was the perfect Omega.

In a society where all relationships are based on the second gender, Omega couples didn't stand a chance, your parents used to tell you.

"One day, you will find an Alpha who is worthy of you."

When you presented yourself as an Omega on your 21st birthday, your mother told you. But you didn't want an Alpha. You wanted Seonghwa.

You loved him so much that you went to work at the kindergarten where Seonghwa was teaching.

He had the scent of strawberries and champagne, a perfect match for your delicate scent of whipped cream and white chocolate. Everything inside you knew that you were made for Seonghwa, but the gendered framework your parents put you in prevented you from even hinting at how you felt.

And even if you did, you were sure that Seonghwa would reject you; why would he want a shy little Omega when he had so many beautiful Alphas all around him? Of course, Seonghwa was dating; he often went out, and the next day he shyly hid countless purple hickeys on his thin, long neck. You always wanted to be the one who would leave them on his neck.

He didn't often tell you about his one-night stands, even though you were friends. Or Seonghwa was friends with you while you drooled over him and embarrassedly flowed for him. It was terribly awkward and embarrassing for you to admit it, but your panties were always wet because of his presence. As if your desire for him was not already obvious, your body clearly showed its willingness to give in to him and allow Seonghwa to claim you as his own. Allow another Omega to be your mate.

It was almost a year of unrequited longing for Seonghwa until one day you met Yunho. He was a tall, charming Alpha with a face that made you want to get married.

Yunho was a great distraction from your slightly painful love for Seonghwa, and you were happy about it, or so it seemed. While your relationship with Yunho was on the rise, your friendship with Seonghwa was on the decline. He was pulling away from you, becoming quieter and more withdrawn. His beautiful, sparkling eyes became distant and dull when he looked at you, and his juicy and delicious strawberry smell became sour in your presence.

You searched desperately for the reason for such a drastic change, but you were never able to understand what exactly was your fault until one night.

You and Yunho were already at the stage in your relationship where sex was almost a vital part of it. And although the Alpha was a true gentleman and did not insist on anything, you were no fool and understood perfectly well that if you spent the coming heat separately, your relationship would come to an end.

You didn't even know who to talk to about it because you had never had sexual experience with an Alpha before. That was until your eyes fell on Seonghwa. So you plucked up the courage and went up to the older Omega.

"Hwa, I'd like to have a word with you in private, if that's ok?" Already feeling the mucus leaking from your hole and staining your underwear, you shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. As always, your body gave an automatic greeting to Seonghwa.

His lips parted, and his tongue flicked out a little to lick the plump pink flesh before he swallowed loudly and gave you a reply.

"Are you able to come over to my house today?"

"Yeah, sure." You gave a sweet nod. "Thanks a lot, Seonghwa."

It was hot, wet, and sweet, and yes, sweet, because Seonghwa tasted exactly the same way—morbidly sweet. How you ended up here—in the silky bed of Omega Park Seonghwa, with his long tongue between your legs—you have no idea.

As agreed, you came to see him in the evening, nervous and overwhelmed, hoping to talk about the coming heat and how to spend it with Yunho, but it didn't go as planned.

"Seonghwa..." You moaned loudly as Seonghwa's tongue carefully licked your pussy and you arched back on the bed. Your slime poured out of you like a waterfall. It mixed with Seonghwa's and filled the room with the incredibly decadent scent of strawberries and cream, with the finest hint of white chocolate and sparkling champagne.

"You're so perfect, Princess. Perfect for me, no Alpha could ever have you; you were made just for me," he said. With each letter spoken, his plump, soft lips touched your pussy, his hot breath flowing around the sensitive folds, stimulating you further.

All this made your head spin. You couldn't believe that Seonghwa, who you had been in love with for so long, was fucking you in his bed right now.

The excitement becomes unbearable and you can feel the knot in your stomach burning.

Seonghwa smiles as he notices the way your hips unconsciously arch to meet his tongue and lips. His own excitement grows every time your legs try to close around his head and a trembling moan escapes your throat.

He has been dreaming about you for so long, imagining this moment a thousand times, going mad thinking about tasting you and making you his. Seonghwa had always wanted you, and after he had smelled the creamy slime of you for the first time, his desire had become almost painful. He had planned everything, had thought of your whole life in advance and was just about to ask you for a date when Yunho appeared and all of his plans were shattered like glass.

The handsome Alpha was like a bone in his throat. He tried to distance himself from you, to let you go your own way with a sweet Alpha who would love you and respect you. But every night when he fell asleep, Seonghwa imagined him kissing you, worshipping your body with his lips and tongue. He imagined him tasting you, mixing your mucus and his on your tongues while you moaned into each other's mouths. Seonghwa wanted you and now that he had you, he wasn't going to let you go. He is making you his.

As Seonghwa's lips wrap around your clit, sucking lightly, you unconsciously spread your legs wider for him. You arch your back sharply as the older Omega worships your beautiful swollen cunt with her magnificent mouth. He kisses it hungrily and lets out a moan of his own as he feels the slickness of your dripping into his mouth.

The whimpers, moans, sighs, and Seonghwa's loud slurping sounds of shameless cunt eating bounce off the walls of the elder Omega's exquisite bedroom as you writhe and tremble under his ministrations.

His big, shining eyes never leave your sweet, flushed face, but as soon as you take your eyes off him, the stimulation immediately stops.

"Have a look at me, my love. Look at how I am enjoying you; I love you so much." Seonghwa's voice sounds almost desperate in your mind, which is clouded by lust. You nod and quickly look back to meet the eyes of the gorgeous Omega.

His long, deft tongue touches your plump clit as he sucks sweetly on it. It sends shivers down your spine. Tiny beads of sweat roll down your heated skin, and you feel like you're suffocating. Your cum stains Seonghwa's face and silk sheets, older Omega's own oozing from his pretty pink hole. Seonghwa has been fucked many times in his life, but it was always his dream to fuck you, and for some reason he was sure it would be a million times better than the knot of some worthless Alpha.

Your hips jerk forward, and Seonghwa's face literally buries itself in your sweet pussy. He doesn't mind at all and eats you up with even more devotion and passion. As you get closer and closer to coming, you find it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.

You close your eyes for just a second, but it is enough for Seonghwa to stop and ruin the orgasm you are about to experience. The line between pain and pleasure is so blurred that it may not exist at all. The fire burns beneath your soft skin and pulls a frustrated moan out of your throat.

The excitement is running through your veins, making you tremble in Seonghwa's arms, and your pussy is clenching around nothing. You struggle to catch your breath, still shaking from the intensity of the experience. The only thing that occupies your hazy mind is the burning sensation between your legs. You have never been touched before; you have never allowed anyone to caress your body; no one before Seonghwa, and these sensations are literally destroying you from the inside out.

As Seonghwa runs his finger around your small, shrinking hole, you let out a high-pitched whimper. You feel the tip of the Omega's finger caress your silky walls as it penetrates you, and you squirm in an attempt to get more of the necessary stimulation from one finger.

The two fingers that are already inside you are gently curling, stretching, and spreading until your mucus soaks the whole of Seonghwa's hand and runs down his forearm, making you so wet that he can slide a third long finger into you without any resistance. Then Seonghwa jerks his hand back sharply and watches as your whole body trembles from the intense stimulation and as your pretty little mouth opens in a soft cry of pleasure. 

He can't wait for your lips to wrap around the flowing head of his cock and press against his own wet hole so that you can get a taste of his slickness.

Seonghwa slides his long fingers in again, enjoying your delicious squeal before he stops moving. You let out a whimper; the sound was soft and pitiful.

"Seonghwa, please..." You arch on Seonghwa's fingers, buried deep in your pussy, jerking your hips in treacherous desire.

The older Omega leans closer to you, kissing and licking the soft pink folds of your cunt, greedily gulping down every drop of your slick like a drunk.

His lips wrap around your swollen clit once more and pull it into his beautiful, hot mouth. It is at this moment that the words seem to leave you completely, your voice dissolving into incoherent cries and moans.

Your knuckles turn white as you grip the damp silk sheets beneath you, now soaked in a mixture of your own and Seonghwa's mucus. Your eyes are glazed over, but you can't take your eyes off the stunning Omega between your legs, his lips enveloping your pussy.

Eventually you can't hold out any longer, your orgasm growing stronger by the second.

"I'm so close, Seonghwa, oh my God..."

"Come on, darling, cum... please cum for me; I want to see your face when you cum on another Omega's fingers and mouth." Seonghwa answers you before he starts swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit again.

His simple permission is enough to make you come in an obedient manner. The orgasm spreads visibly through your body; your moans mix with Seonghwa's; you feel the vibrations on your pussy; your mucus flows uncontrollably out of your hole; and Hwa swallows it as if he's dying of thirst. His fingers continue to stroke your tender walls from the inside.

Your whole body is shaking so much that it's hard to tell when exactly you've come again, splashing out streams of mucus out of you and making the bed underneath you wet. Seonghwa feels his own hole tighten as you orgasm, his cock twitching painfully against his flat stomach. You two are an absolute mess—a wet and slippery tangle of bodies in love. He doesn't care how disgusting you look now; everything is covered in mucus and saliva. Now you belong to him, and he will never, ever let you go. Even if he has to put up a real fight, Seonghwa will fight to the death for you.

You were created for him and only for him, and the fact that nature did not make him an Alpha is not a sign that he will ever sacrifice his love.

You had the impression that your soul was on its way out of your body. You squirmed in Seonghwa's arms, searching for something to keep you grounded in reality. Your trembling hand wrapped itself around the hand of the older Omega that was between your legs. Seonghwa continues to caress you, curling his fingers around you and hitting that delicious spot inside you again and again.

Your toes are curling up, you are choking on your own moans, and tears are flowing freely down your flushed cheeks as the stimulation becomes so overwhelming that you are struggling to stay conscious.

And then another orgasm hits you, sending you over the edge and tearing a loud moan of Seonghwa's name out of your throat.

With a last soft kiss on your clit, Seonghwa pulls away and you suddenly go limp, like a puppet that has been cut from its strings, and you fall limply onto the mattress, your breathing becoming short and rapid. Seonghwa smiles at you tenderly and wipes the mucus from his chin with the palm of his hand before licking it off of his hand.

"I am so in love with you, starlight." He whispers and gives you a tender kiss on the cheek, enjoying the salty tears he can feel on his lips.

After a while, you finally come down from your high and bury your face in Seonghwa's shoulder, breathing heavily as you do so. The older Omega lets out a soft sigh and kisses your forehead, holding you close to him.

"My love for you is more than words can express." There is no point in hiding it any longer, you are crazy in love and as it turns out, the feeling is mutual. You feel a sense of peace and contentment in this embrace, in the warmth of your closeness. You feel that you belong to each other at last.

"I am more in love with you than life itself, my princess." Seonghwa whispers back to you, his voice heavy with emotion and filled with sincerity and warmth.

As you embrace each other, the world around you seems to disappear, leaving only the warmth of your love between you.

[crypticminx]

hello! could I request Felix and reader leaving together at an Oxford party and their night? THANK YOU<3 could be smut or fluff whatever you prefer

Hello lovely!! Here you go!!! Hope you enjoy xx 🩷

AN: smutttt, Dom!felix, small breeding kink, daddy kink and little bit of flufff <3 P in V, unprotected sex xoxo

Oxford parties.

Drunk people scattered around like zombies, making complete utter fools of themselves on the dance floor as loud hip music blared through the drums of each speaker. Copious amounts of strong liquor was always passed around and one could only hope they didn't get sick from sharing the mouth stained bottles.

Trashy to say the least—but classy in each partygoers pumped heart.

Felix Catton was known for always being in attendance at such parties and stemmed to be the heart throbbing crowd pleaser—that is for all the enraged horny females.

Practically throwing their limp, alcohol filled bodies at him, Felix wasn’t known to be a rejecting heartbreaker, but curiosity always got the best of him, leaving himself to never turn down a good night. Even if that meant following those girls back to their messy dorms.

However, All good things must come to an end, and what—or for a better word, who was finally good for Felix was none other than the most gorgeous girl on campus: Y/N Y/L.

Cuffed, taken, bagged; Felix could proudly admit for once, with a cheery smile, that he was in an amazing relationship.

So when Y/N and Felix started to arrive at every annual party, dashing hand in hand, they received the usual jealous stares from snotty singles and the more pleased ones from their tight knit group of friends.

This night was no different from the same, besides the new arcade fire song that was blasting on repeat. Although parties were a fun festivity to end off a tiresome week of studies, Y/N didn’t find the vibe as enjoyable as previous events.

Standing in the corner holding a red solo cup that was filled with more juice than vodka, Y/N kept to herself for the most part and only encouraged herself to drink by taking a few ditzy shots with Oliver while her beloved Felix was challenged to a silly game of beer pong.

Typical, she thought

Gulping the rest of her drink, Y/N tried her best to look for Felix and while she did so, she gave herself the time to elaborate a good excuse on why they should ditch the party.

The atmosphere was sweaty, humid, and a small stench of some lightweights nasty vomit sprouted it’s aroma from the bathroom. If that wasn’t a good wake up call, what was?

Lost in the haze of people who were doing some new stupid dance trend, Y/N groaned as she felt herself bumping into someone. Nearly spilling her drink, she managed to stop herself before becoming the embarrassment of the night.

She was too full of mental exhaustion—rather more frustrated to even look at up at the soul she collided into.

“Hey,” she knew that voice anywhere and instantly felt relief.

“Jeez fel,” she called him by his proufound nickname she granted him when they first started dating, “I’ve been looking for you like a mad man!”

He chuckled and wrapped a lose arm around her shoulder. Y/N’s eyes fluttered with awe as he did just so and she quickly wondered how in the midst of the grossness around them, Felix could still manage to look so perfect.

Ugh, just a quick glance at her man and she could feel herself growing internally hungry.

Dressed in a loose throw over that appeared to have not a single alcohol stain and his hair—heavens his hair, not one strand of his neat chestnut locks was out of place. He always kept his composure, at least that was one thing different about him and his inseparable sister, Venetia.

“So, ‘m thinking,” he began as he pulled Y/N closer into his chest, the smell of his lovely cologne filling her nose with its radiant clove scent.

“Oh, so you managed to actually use your brain tonight?” Y/N interrupted him, earning a swift tap on her button nose as he goofishly grinned at her.

“Quiet you,” he cooed before leaning closer to her frame, “wanna get out of here?

Her eyes widened in delight as she felt Felix slyly move his needy hands down to the hem of her plaid skirt. A slight clench of his hands that grabbed her bottom made her want to run as fast and far away into privacy with her loving man.

“I thought you’d never ask, love,” grinning like her face had no end, Felix offered his girlfriend his hand as they were about to politely escort themselves out of the way and into the young night.

That was until-

“Oi,” a voice chirped from behind them, causing the couple to swing back as a natural reaction, “and just where do you think you two lovebirds are going?” Oliver entered his way into the picture, something he managed to always do.

“Ollie,” Felix deviously beamed, “I have things to do.”

Felix could be such a smug little asshole.

“More like a special someone to do,” Oliver winked and lifted his cup in Y/N direction, earning an annoyed look of disapproval.

Oliver was just as much as an asshole, but that’s why him and Felix hit it so well.

“Catch you in a bit,” it was more of a statement as opposed to a question, but Oliver knew what the couple was up to.

Oliver knew better than to ever insult Y/N, but the more time Felix included her in things, she developed a strong bond with his pals, but Oliver had slithered his way with getting to know her the most.

He was welcoming, kind and graciously humble, unlike some of the many pricks that marked their way in Oxford, not caring who they belittled or how they did it.

“Whatever you say Mrs. Catton,” she playfully flipped Oliver off as he shook his head with a small chuckle, turning his back away from Y/N and Felix and into the crowd of people.

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“Felix!” Y/N giggled before she fell to the ground, laughing all the way down as she felt long, uncomfortable pieces of grass embrace her body. It was almost a tickling sensation.

“Shhhh,” Felix cupped his hand over her lipstick stained mouth, feeling her warm breath on his palm as it seemed nearly impossible for her to stop herself, “I don’t want to cause a scene my darling.”

With all her might, she moved Felix’s hand away from her face and contently sighed, “oh, but you always do, my love.”

“Feisty now?” He cocked an eyebrow down to where she layed like an angel in the field, waiting for him to avenge her with his sweet love.

“For you, always.”

“Then let’s stop wasting time,” he groaned, feeling his cock twitch at the thought of getting to put it in his sweet girl, tension rising within him to get the job done right, but to also make it lasting and worthwhile.

There was nothing more he loved than making her release herself in waves of pure ecstasy that came with her angelic moans of delight.

Throwing his shirt off somewhere in a small bush behind him, his graceful fingers took absolutely no time in undoing Y/N’s silk, button down and uncuffing her bra.

He was marveled at the sight before him and without any hesitation, he leaned down and began to mark her smooth skin with aggressive kisses that were filled with passion.

Y/N being half naked and about to do it in a forest; it seemed like something from a cheesy movie.

Doing the deed at a house party was cliche and reminded Felix of his past more than he liked to remember and doing it on one of the various campus balconies was adventurous—but a total letdown once it started to rain over Felix and Y/N.

However, now felt like the right time.

“Love,” Y/N gently spoke in between long kisses from Felix, “are you gonna take off my skirt?”

Y/N startled in place as Felix almost ripped off all of her bottoms, fearing he had broke one her favourite skirts he had purchased for her.

Fully naked, Y/N felt an immediate sensation of heat rush over her body and instantly forgot about all the outdoor surroundings as Felix yanked off his belt and threw away his jeans and boxers into mid air.

It was just her, Felix, and all the nights starry glory that was upon them.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he hands fondled her breasts, hard nipples graced the tips of his palms, “you’re beautiful.”

It might’ve been too dark for Felix to see it, but Y/N still managed to blush every time he complimented her—which was practically every heartfelt second they spent together .

“Fel,” she started to beg, “I need you.”

He eagerly placed himself back on top of her, leaving his hard cock to graze the outside of her already soaked cunt. In any regular situation, he would’ve been thrusting with all his might, but tonight he was feeling different.

“Not until you say my name, darling,” he demanded.

“Please daddy.” Y/N squeaked, panting for him to enter himself inside of her.

“That’s my good girl,” he smirked in delight, pushing himself with ease as his rock solid cock glided into Y/N.

“Mmm,” she tried to fight back a moan, but it was no use. She needed him more than ever.

She felt her legs twitch as they melted into bliss as Felix steadily did what he does best; fucking her.

“Baby,” he groaned as he maneuvered himself to grab her soft hair as he dove into her neck for more kisses, “you always get so damn wet for me.”

Y/N moved closer to his frame as his hands tugged her head to his face, his cock continuing to puncture her in all the right ways.

He violated her mouth as his tongue swirled in fast pace with hers, Y/N having to breakaway from his kiss just to catch her breath.

“Oh Felix—daddy,” she bit her lip, feeling himself plunge harder into her as she mistakenly called him by his name, “I want to cum.”

“Not yet darling, let me feel you more.”

Y/N toes curled as he let out a loud groan of pleasure, looking down at her flushed face, he was so proud to call her his girl.

“Mmm sweetheart,” he panted in between breaths, “aren’t you tired of Oxford.”

Oxford? Why the hell was be going on about school during intercourse?

“N-Not really,” she squeaked in response.

“Well baby,” he lingered his way back to her face, planting sloppy kisses as he felt her nails scratch deep into his lean back, “when can I take you out of here and make you my pretty little wife?

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes as they relaxed into bliss, “you plan on knocking me up too, yeah?”

Felix couldn’t tell if she was being serious—what is said during sex is not always reality, but just the mild thought of him getting the chance to plant his seed in his beloved made him turn ravenous.

He would do anything for Y/N, but if he could keep her away from any thirsty Oxford boys and make her his wife and potential mother of his children, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“Jesus,” he croaked, already feeling himself starting to lose his pace due to his cock becoming seconds away from releasing into her. “You have no idea, my baby.”

“Daddy—“ Y/N shouted through the bushes of the forest garden, “come with me.”

And like the perfect scene from a porno film, the couple came in unison, wordlessly twinkling at each other with a strong glimmer of love in each one of their eyes.

Y/N let herself be free and rolled her head back, enjoying the climax of her orgasm, feeling more than satisfied with Felix’s overwhelming stimulation of an erotic performance.

She sighed, “I love you.”

Felix, already trying to find her clothes so she wouldn’t freeze in the cool night. “I’m serious, y’know.”

“About marriage or…”

“All of it, my darling,” he gently patted Y/N’s head of messy hair due to their rough embrace.

“But right now?” Y/N sounded hesitant, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t up for it.

“Whenever,” he sat down to her side, passing her ruffled clothing, before leaning to kiss her gracefully on the cheek. “I’d wait an entire lifetime for you, angel.”

Y/N knew the time wasn’t right, they had their whole lives ahead of them, but then again, she could always stop taking her birth control and see what fate would have in store for them.

Though—for now at least, she felt at ease and more than happy to have another memorable shared night with her lover.

[marinawolf]

A Super and a Luthor? (Supercorp) by marinawolf

James likes Lena but his efforts are constantly ignored, because while he’s focused on Lena, Lena seems to be a little too infatuated with a certain blonde superhero. (Warning: James Olsen but it’s fun, I promise).

(Note: was struck with this idea and decided to roll with it. Supercorp from the POV of a jealous James Olsen.)

Seated at his desk, James Olsen couldn't help but steal glances across the bustling office towards Lena's glass-walled haven.

Man, she is fucking gorgeous. Her green eyes were focused on the screen in front of her, and a frown graced her flawless face. James let his eyes wander. The dress she wore left little to the imagination, accentuating her curves and showing only the slightest but most alluring hint of cleavage.

James couldn’t help but think that Lena was just a little intimidating, but despite the formidable exterior, he was sure that there was a softer side to Lena, a vulnerability reserved for the right person. And he was determined to be that person. She was technically his boss, yes, but that wouldn’t mean anything if they were to enter into a relationship. James knew that he was accomplished and well respected in his own right. Hell, he even had a temporary taste of the power Lena now held when he had run Catco before Lena took over. He knew he could be someone she viewed as an equal. In his mind, they were destined to be a power couple.

They shared countless moments together – at the office, during Kara's game nights at her apartment, and at the DEO, where they lent their aid to Kara's Supergirl duties. James couldn't escape the feeling that they had been skirting around something for far too long. Each smile Lena cast his way, every high-five exchanged during game nights, or every discussion about the latest threats faced together at the DEO stirred a desire within him, a longing to bridge the gap between friendship and something more.

James couldn't help but wonder if Lena was impressed by his daring feats as Guardian. The DEO and Kara’s efforts to shut down his Guardian alter ego left him angry and frustrated, but he held onto the belief that Lena had at least witnessed a glimpse of his courage.

James decided it was time to take action. Standing up with a practiced nonchalance, he smoothed his shirt and made his way to Lena's office. His knock was a mere formality before he entered.

Lena's gaze briefly lifted from her work. "James," she greeted, her focus quickly returning to the computer. "What can I do for you?"

Stunned by her nonchalance, James hesitated before suggesting, "Would you like to grab some lunch? You've been working all day. I know a great place just a few blocks away." He offered a warm smile, aiming to break the professional facade.

Lena, finally meeting his gaze, sighed slightly. "I'm waiting on a conference call. Maybe another time?"

Her response, accompanied by a swift return to work, left James standing there, more deflated than rejected.

Disappointment washed over him as he quietly retreated from Lena's office, puzzled by her apparent indifference. The unanswered question echoed in his mind: Was she truly disinterested, or was this a strategic guise to conceal hidden feelings? Seething with a mix of frustration and confusion, James sat down at his desk and resumed his watch over Lena.

James watched with surprise and fascination as Kara nonchalantly breezed into Lena's office without even knocking, cups of coffee and a takeout bag in hand. Anticipating Lena's usual inclination for privacy and the demands of her busy schedule, he expected a certain level of disapproval and a quick dismissal. However, what unfolded before him was surprising.

As Kara entered, Lena's eyes immediately lifted from her work, and to James's sheer amazement, she graced Kara with the most radiant smile he had ever witnessed. It was as if for Lena, the entirety of the outside world seemed to dissolve into insignificance, leaving only Kara as the singular focal point of her attention. The change in Lena's countenance was noticeable, as if everything else faded away in comparison to the presence of her friend. Kara settled gracefully into a chair, presenting Lena with a cup of coffee that was accepted appreciatively. As Kara unpacked the takeout, James watched as Lena relaxed into the moment, dropping her tough exterior and settling into a lunch hour that that Lena had, surprisingly, told him she was too busy to indulge in.

The disparity struck him with a perplexing realization. Why had Lena lied to him?

___

Later, in the conference room, James snagged the seat next to Lena’s, hoping to catch her attention during what he anticipated would be a very boring presentation about the yearly projections for the company.

James turned to Lena, expecting her to be focused on the presentation, but to his surprise, Lena's eyes were not fixed on the slides but rather on Kara, who sat opposite her, absentmindedly doodling on a pad. A subtle, almost imperceptible hunger seemed to flicker in Lena's eyes as she watched the blonde. He recognised that kind of look. He was sure that he looked at Lena the same way.

Wait. No. It couldn’t be- could it? Could Lena be into Kara?

Definitely not, he reassured himself. It seemed implausible, even stranger than a Super and a Luthor being friends. The idea of a Super and a Luthor sharing something more felt far-fetched, and he reassured himself that both Lena and Kara were unequivocally straight. Reminding himself of Kara's past crush on him, James dismissed the possibility of a romantic connection between the two women But then Kara’s gaze flicked to Lena’s and they shared a soft smile, and strangely enough, it felt like James was intruding on something private.

Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure anymore. He was determined to find out, and he was determined to claim Lena as his own. After all, James and Lena would make sense as a couple.

—

Weeks later, James watched Lena’s anguish as Kara was wheeled in to the DEO on a stretcher, having been exposed to nearly lethal amounts of Kryptonite. There was an intensity in Lena's reaction that struck him – it was as if she shared Kara's pain, as if any harm to Kara was a direct blow to her. Yet, James rationalized Lena's anguish as a product of guilt – after all, the culprit was none other than her own brother, Lex Luthor.

They gathered around Kara's bedside as she lay beneath the sun lamps, and James could see tears streaming down Lena's face. In a gesture of comfort, he put an arm around her, pulling her into him. Just as his arm tightened around Lena’s shoulders, Kara's eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking out Lena in the room. Kara whispered Lena's name, and in a visible wave of relief, Lena rushed to Kara, embracing her in a tight hug. Witnessing Kara reciprocate the embrace, even in her weakened state, stirred an unexpected twinge of jealousy in James.

—-

When Lex resurfaced, it was with the distressing news that he had abducted Lena, prompting James to rush to the DEO with an urgent determination to save her. He wanted to be her hero. He immediately sought out Alex to convince her to let him use his guardian suit, but found Alex and Kara locked in a tense argument.

“You can’t go there alone, Kara. You know it’s a trap. You know it’s you he wants to hurt. And he’ll use this to get you.”

"I don’t care. I won't be able to live if anything happens to Lena, Alex," Kara declared with desperation. She left before Alex could protest further.

Time passed, and James paced the DEO uselessly, resenting the fact that he wasn’t allowed to go out there. Shouldn’t he be given a chance to be the hero too?

Finally, Kara returned, her body showing signs wounds inflicted by Kryptonite weapons. But all James could focus on was the unconscious form of Lena in her arms.

James could barely spend time near Lena, as Kara steadfastly refused to leave Lena's bedside. Despite her own injuries, Kara sat there, refusing to move. He stood silently, and he knew that Kara had forgotten that he was even there- because he could have sworn that he heard her whisper “I love you” to Lena.

His silent watch continued as Lena eventually woke up, reaching for Kara's hands with an immediacy that spoke volumes. James, attempting to break the charged atmosphere, cleared his throat and approached Lena with a smile, hoping to place himself in her orbit.

"I was so worried, Lena," he expressed, but despite his genuine concern, he found himself unable to divert Lena's gaze from Kara. He felt like an outsider, looking in on something he so desperately wished was his.

—-

When James entered the bullpen after hours, in a last ditch effort to ask Lena out once more, he almost wasn’t surprised that Kara was already in Lena’s office. What did surprise him though, was the fact that Kara and Lena stood across the room from each other, glaring at each other. Unnoticed by the two women, he halted his approaching footsteps and silently observed.

Lena's eyes held a challenging glint as she stared at Kara, and Kara, in turn, met her gaze with equal intensity. James wondered if a heated argument had erupted, if the longstanding enmity between their families had finally overshadowed their friendship. Perhaps, he thought, it might be for the best if they parted ways.

He saw Kara walk towards Lena and prepared for the finality of the moment, already imagining being the one to offer Lena a shoulder to cry on.

But his heart shattered into fragments when instead of arguing, Kara pressed her lips against Lena's, her arms wrapping around Lena's waist. And his last remnants of hope crumbled away as Lena willingly melted into the kiss, fingers tangling in Kara's hair, kissing Kara back as if Kara held her breath captive. Their desperate kiss seemed to carry the weight of a lifetime of longing, as if they had been starved for this moment.

The intensity of their kiss left James feeling like an unintentional voyeur, prompting him to avert his gaze, unable to watch any longer. The realization of his own folly weighed heavily on him – he was a fool holding on to something that was never meant to be.

So that was it, then. A Super and a Luthor. Against all odds.

James realised that he never stood a chance.

[oozedninjas]

Confessing feelings 

Across the mutant verses!

“I like you,” he says, and it’s the only sentiment he musters the courage to articulate. Despite firm composure, the fervency of his gaze conveys what he fervently endeavors to conceal: a desperate need for your lips against his own. The anticipation for your answer is killing him. 

2003, 2007 & Bayverse Leo Last Ronin Mikey

“I- I think I feel... something for you,” It is as though he is voicing it aloud for the very first time, even if only to himself. His tone holds a faint tint of resignation that portrays his view of this confession as the doom of your friendship. There is no uncertainty in his thoughts; he fully expects a heart-stopping rejection.

2007 & Bayverse Raphael Bayverse Donatello 2012 Donatello 

“Let's go out on a date,” he offers, leaning against the wall beside you. He's sure about two things: first, if you decline, he can pass it off as playful banter or a poorly delivered joke. If you agree, it’ll be hard to hide the swirl of happiness tingling within him. Please say yes. You'll be safe, and he'll make you happy.

2003 Raph Bayverse Mikey

He consistently jests about you two dating, playfully professing his love and referring to you as an angel. It was all light banter until it wasn't. "I want to be your boyfriend! This time for real, I'm not messing around. I like you too much." 

2003 Mikey   

"Because I love you!" he blurts out, freezing instantly. Maybe the intensity of the moment loosened his tongue. His heart drops to his stomach as he realizes what he just confessed. Half of him wants to withdraw, but the part of his heart that is weary of hiding how much he craves you patiently waits. Please say something, anything...

2012 Raphael 2007 Donatello

“I have feelings for you,” he tells you as if he was unable to phrase it differently, anticipating that you, perceptive as ever, would see through his words. In all honesty, as cliché as it may sound, your hands seem to fit the contours of his heart perfectly, and he's sick of pretending he doesn't long for you to hold it.

2012 Leonardo

"I love you," he sighs, the admission transparent and radiant, unable to contain it any longer. He refrains from contemplating the consequences of such a confession, choosing to await your response before allowing thoughts of potential outcomes to intrude.

2007 and  2012 Mikey 2003 Donatello

[bitterchocoo]

Hello,I am have been reading your work for quite sometime :), I really am loving them so far 😭💗 .I saw that your requests were open, so may I be able to ask for Dazai or Fyodor with male reader who are like Sunday from HSR, and could be in a enemies to lovers type relationship :D, the plot can be upto you :>

A Seraphim or..

Osamu Dazai | M. Reader as Sunday [Honkai Star Rail]

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"Who are you..? An Angel.."

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The Charmony Festival.

A once-in-an-era event held in the Country of Festivities, Penacony.

Members of the five great families, which together make up "The Family" on Penacony. As well as staff members of the Reverie, are united in welcoming the world to their home.

The Oak Family.

The Alfalfa Family.

The Bloodhound Family.

The Iris Family.

The Nightingale Family.

All important figures in Penacony.

But one stood out the most...

The man with a halo and wings. [Name].

The leader of the Oak Family. The organizer of the Charmony Festival and a representative of The Family of Penacony. The most important figure amongst them and the one holding the most power.

Who wouldn't be interested in a man like him?

With a charming smile and a soft voice, paired with his unique appearance... he's like an Angel.. no..

A Seraphim.

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The first time he laid eyes on him was at the Golden Hour. The moment he saw the man himself he thought he saw the heavens itself.

A Seraphim.

He thought.

But upon further observation... Dazai soon found a different answer..

His vibe seems a little.. sinister..

His smile barely even reaches his eyes.

His voice is soft and yet his tone is firm.

Either way, [Name] had caught his interest.

.

.

.

.

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"Your radiant glow illuminates me! Your voice is as soft as an angel! I can't believe that I've met such an angelic being! Please make me the happiest man and kill me with these holy hands of yours."

What.

What did he just said.

What in Harmony's name did he just say?

[Name] can't help but chuckle as he pulls his hand away from Dazai's hold. What was that? A proposal?

"Aha.. you're quite funny, Mr. Dazai.. but I believe you've drank too many SoulGlad." He replied, trying to keep it casual and professional.

This man, this suicidal prick..

He's all talk and flattery. It never fails to get under his skin with how buddy-buddy he is. They're only acquainted and yet this bandaged man acts as if they're old friends. Does he even know who he's speaking to? He's [Name]! Leader of the Oak Family! The very mention of his name could silence a whole room and this man dared do such things to him!

"Now now~ I only drank a few~" Dazai reassured with a smile on his face. "Don't you want to go back home to heaven with me~?"

"I believe you'll be sending me down to the fiery pit instead of going up."

"Ouch! How cruel! Then how about we go to your manor?"

"Don't make me turn you down twice."

This.. man child.. what does his agency even see in him..

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"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear his tongue and palm with a hot iron, so he will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

"...What have you done?"

"Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed. I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I'll ask you questions on THEIR behalf. Next... you have 113 seconds to prove your innocence and gain my trust."

"And if I refuse to answer?"

"You can try — and we'll see if the Harmony rejects you."

It had finally led to this.

Both of them had taken off their masks. Revealing the true wickedness underneath. The suicidal maniac and the so-called leader of the Family.

Oh how he hated that man.

Acting like a child who believes he could get away with everything. It's time where [Name] to put his foot down and stand his ground. This entitlement will not go unnoticed by him and with THEIR radiant light.. he will find the truth..

And judge him as the Harmony see fit.

"Question: Do you have an ability?"

"Yes."

"What a simple answer. You, too, understand that idle chatter leads only to poverty."

"Did you neutralize your ability when you entered Penacony?"

"No. My ability nullifies others."

He already figured that out.. which is why he's holding this "trial" with THEM. For the power of the Aeon is far more powerful than any ability in the world. "Does the page of the Book you handed over to The Family belong to the agency?"

Honestly, he never would have thought the Armed Detective Agency would use such an item to bargain their way into Penacony. Something as powerful as the Book. A page of the Book.

It's a given why he allowed them to enter the dreamscape when they bargained such an item.

"Yes."

"Is the Page of the Book in this room right now?"

"Yes."

"Is your memory free from any kind of tampering or deletion, encompassing but not restricted to the techniques of the Garden of Recollection?"

"Yes."

"Are you a former executive from Port Mafia?"

[Name] continues to ruthlessly question him without missing a beat. Dazai furrowed his eyebrows at the question. Something that doesn't make sense. How could [Name] know such things? "Yes. You even know about that?"

"Does your agency and the Port Mafia have any ability to read, tamper with, or manipulate one's own or another's mind?"

"No. Does it matter?"

"Do you love your family more than yourself?"

Okay where is he getting at here... the questions are getting more and more personal. "Yes."

"...Do you hate and wish to destroy this world with your own hands?" [Name]'s expression turned serious as he narrowed his eyes, his perpetual smile seemed to widen slightly. "...I don't know."

"Interesting. Now, the final question..." [Name] breath out, putting his hands behind his back. "Can you swear that at this very moment, the page of the Book is safe and sound in this box?"

Dazai seems to hesitate a little, thinking of a way to get around this. He always has a plan after all. "...Of course."

[Name] hums as his smile turns a little more sincere. "Looks like we can get an answer."

"Open it, Mr. Dazai... It's your last chance to defend your honor."

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"Aren't you happy, Mr. Dazai? You'll finally get your wish in seventeen system hours, the end that you desire so much. Off you go, Mr. Dazai. You are free. I will wait here for your good news."

"Maybe one day.. no.."

"In another universe..."

"I can learn how to love you too.."

[toorurs]

COLUMBA

synopsis: rainbow roses represent love and passion. similar to the feelings you’ve harbored for lyney ever since the two of you were children, feelings full of determination and tenderness.you take the initiative to confess your feelings,  the cards are already laid out on the table, the choices have already been written out and decided. besides one: the one that reveals lyneys response. how will he react?

✧ pairing: lyney x reader | wordcount: 2.1k | content and warnings: fluff, angst, confessing feelings | prompt: unrequited love | oneshot

✧ authors note: i might dislike this one even more than the "wish you were sober" one... this one's just so much more choppier</3

✧ tags: @azullumi

event: STARCROSSED 2024

“and a rainbow rose for you!” 

the sly magician winks at you as he reaches out his gloved hand to yours. lyneys slender fingers are gracefully wrapped around the stem of the colorful flower. he looks at you, eyes full of anticipation as he awaits your reaction. 

his eyes twinkle like an amethyst - a gem that gleams and reflects the fluorescent light as it gets shone upon, presenting the purity that lies hidden beneath the depths of the pair of eyes. the irises that are drenched in a deep purple glint with a certain shimmer that you can’t quite make out. if you were to take a guess you’d say that they look hopeful, buoyant, almost fond. 

seriously, who were you to deny him? his smile is probably worth a fortune, it’s blithe practically dreamy. the ash blond is undeniably a beauty among the nation of justice - a seraphic seashell that lies buried in the fine sand, easily seeping through the tiny gaps of the palms as it is held with utter care. petite sand corns disappearing out of sight and the only object that remains in the hands is the mussel. 

it basks in the radiant sunlight and the sand that slipped out of the grasp of the fingers can only watch in envy, as the seashell continues to relish in the gentleness of the person who discovered it. the one who is allowed to see its beauty and all the secrets that are kept sealed beneath.

amid the vague living room light, lyney continues to shine as elegant as ever. his stage presence long-forgotten, revealing his true nature to you, the lyney whom you know, the one whom you grew up with, the one who makes your heart race. the lyney that shows himself to the outside world is simply just the celebrated magician of the court of fontaine but there was much more to lyney, so much more. 

to the people of fontaine he’s like the backside of a playing card, unaware of the image, the number, the symbol that is imprinted on it. but that’s not the case for you. unlike them you know lyney like the back of your hand. the two of you grew up together at the house of the hearth. under the care of father with lynette, freminet and the other children that resided there. 

no matter how many times lyney and lynette tried to trick you with one of their new learned magic tricks, you’ve always seen through them. nevertheless you weren’t able to deny that they were really impressive, especially for children of such a young age. naturally, over the years he grew up to be a grand magician, not only wrapping the audience that was seated in the rich red places in the court around his fingers, but also you. luring you in by coaxing mellow praises into your ear and simple gestures like this one, offering you a rainbow rose a day before a performance. 

an action that never fails to make you swoon.

his incandescent eyes, the ones that glow like a vibrant glass shard that got swept to the shore by the tide, his million dollar smile that is plastered on his pale face, they are the traits that make lyney look simply irresistible. 

(you don't think you could ever reject lyneys advances, after all you’ve already fallen far too deep into the bottomless abyss, also known as love, to search for your path out.)

right now, at this moment you think lyney looks absolutely majestic, heavenly even. taking a snapshot of this wouldn’t be enough to capture the beauty of lyney. neither would a portrait do the job well. the movements of the paintbrush are delicate, swiftly moving around the canvas, but they’re not enough. no matter how many brushstrokes were to be painted, they still wouldn’t be enough. 

(either way he’d outshine every other painting that gets hung next to his. he’s the muse that will always be out of everyone's reach.) 

simply because lyneys beauty, his bare nature, is something to keep etched into your mind, engraving it onto stone so that it will never fade or wash away, no matter the circumstances.

you reciprocate his action, accepting the flower. grasping the rainbow rose carefully, so that the stem doesn’t crinkle and eventually falls into two pieces or the blossom loses its petals. “my, what’s the occasion?” a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow. you already knew the answer, but, nevertheless you question him. lyneys honeyed voice is a sound you’ll never get tired of. listening to him as he talks never feels like a chore, rather, it feels like a voluntary course that isn’t important at all. but nevertheless you stick around, to not miss what others don't get to see.

“well, as you might already know, a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow.” the magician responds. you can only chuckle at that, predicting lyney has always been easy for you. 

“is that so? i can't wait.” you give him a small grin and take another peek at the flower. beautiful, you think to yourself as you look up to lyney once again. the corners of your mouth curve into a content smile. lyney stares right back at you and does the same, giving you a bright grin in return that makes your heart pump quickly. 

the brightness of lyneys smile competes with the one of the sun, it’s warm and welcoming. it works wonders like medicine, soothing and curing your wounds with a simple grin. lyney is out of this world, he's charismatic, making you fall for him head over heels. fun to be around, always making you laugh over stupid jokes. and not to mention caring. 

the first two buttons of his white dress shirt are unbuttoned, showing off his delicate collarbone. lyney was never particularly muscular, rather, he had a quite slender build.

“i’ve never put much effort into my physical training as in my shows. after all, i have an audience to bewitch with magic tricks, not my body."  you recall his words and the giggle he let out after.

some strands of his ash blonde hair are out of place, including his dyed one. his maroon colored hair slightly stands out, but you don’t mind, it's similar to the color of a maple leaf, vivid and lively. flying through the wind, admired by passersby as it floats around in the air. out of reach until someone takes the chance to grab it. 

“by the way, where’s the thank you?” lyney jokes in an offended manner. his sultry voice snapping you out of your former haze. 

“hm?” you tilt your head to the side.

“for the flower.” he points at the rose with his gloved finger. 

“ah, right. thanks a lot, it's really pretty.” you thank him by giving him another smile. before casting your gaze down to the rose again, admiring the colorful petals as you remember charlotte's words. 

“for example, magicians often use “rainbow roses” in their flower related performances to represent passion and romantic encounters.” her words stuck to you like a millstone around one’s neck. surely lyney knows what they mean, he’s not unaware what they symbolize right?

it makes you wonder if lyney is aware of your feelings, and possibly even returns them. lyney has always had a keen eye for the beauty of this world, attentively swaying his gaze around and admiring the elegance that lies within each individual. did lyney also see that kind of beauty in you? one that goes even further down, reaching into the inescapable depths. but then he’d face the ugliness that slummers at the bottom, despite that, how is lyney able to love you? 

for you the beauty of this planet has always been lyney. he’s the sun that you bask in, relishing in its warmth as the sun tendrils place delicate kisses on your body. the water that engulfs your body, plattering against your limbs and makes you feel refreshed. he’s the blood that runs through your veins, the one that makes you function properly.  

the question still lingers in the air: does lyney reciprocate your feelings? 

your grip around the rose is tight, fearing that it might slip out of your grasp when you’re inattentive and losing it. you watch lyney make his way to the stage, the crowd already awaits their renowned magician, waiting in and staring in awe as he performs another unpredictable magic trick. 

the air is thick, the tension increases at every passing second, for both you and the crowd. if lyney takes another step, you’ll lose the lyney you know, your lyney. instead you’ll have to watch as he takes up on his persona, even if it’s only for a mere hour, it always feels like an eternity to you, until you get to see the lyney whom you love again. 

besides the sound of lyney who was shuffling his cards thoroughly once again, it was dead silent.

“nervous?” lyney looks up to you, a knowing glint in his eyes. 

“huh?” you’re confused, what is he implying.

“the way you fiddle with your fingers.” he points at your hands with one of the cards, a red heart you notice. “you only do that when you're anxious.” lyney says. “come on, tell me what’s wrong, you know that i’m always here for you, right?” he gives you a reassuring smile, a genuine smile that isn’t there to satisfy his guests. 

sometimes you forget how easy it is for lyney to see right through you. you nod as a response to his observation. “yeah, ironic isn't it? i’m nervous even though you’re the one who’ll enter the stage at any given moment now.” you try to sound steady, trying to convince yourself. but your voice betrays you, it quivers.

“aww.” lyney coos at you. “you know i hate that expression on you, do you not?” the ash blond sighs dramatically, purple eyes still maintaining eye contact, a fond shadow casting over his pupils. “how am i supposed to go out and present, knowing that my best friend is dying from nervousness.” he jokes, shaking his head. before he looks up at you once again with a look that says “don’t worry.”

best friend. 

“lyney.“ you try to gather your courage, how does one confess their feelings to the person whom they adore?  lyney smiles at you “yeah? i’m all ears.”

“lyney, you’re probably already aware of my feelings. but i really like you.  i love you. i've loved you ever since we got introduced to one another, ever since we were children.” you don’t dare to look him into his eyes, too embarrassed by your confession just now. you play with the fabric of your freshly ironed shirt a bit, to distract yourself, as you await lyneys reactions.

“archons, since when were you this sentimental?” lyney laughs out. “that’s what you were afraid of telling me?” he takes a few steps so that he stands in front of you now. “gotten all shy now?” the magician teases before patting your head. the action makes you look up, greeted by lyneys smile . “i love you too. youre like another sibling to me.” he slightly tilts his head to the side. "even though we’re not blood related, it just feels like we’re family, don’t you think?”

“no! lyney that's not what i-” you protest but you get cut off by the announcement.

“and now ladies and gentlemen, presenting fontaines renowned duo, mr. lyney and ms. lynette! a big applause please!” 

“ah!” lyney looks behind him where everything was already set up and put in place. “i suppose that is my sign to leave. farewell!” he inches away from you. “let’s reunite after the show, shall we?” he winks at you and bids you goodbye before rushing off to make his way over to the stage.

you remain glued to the floor, frozen in place after you’ve just gotten rejected. you hope this is just another one of lyneys antics, a joke that he will later on reveal as faux and tell you that he reciprocates your feelings. but you know that he won't. yes, perhaps lyney is a liar, a good one at that. he has lied to a dozen people before, but never once to you. 

the rainbow rose in your head shines vividly in the dim lightning, its petals making it glow beautifully. you’re not sure what came over you, frustration, regret, remorse. you’re not certain. the petals that were once finely attached to the pistil, will be gone, you rip the petals off, one by one.

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.

e/n: "i got sibling-zoned." "that's rough buddy."

© TOORURS 2024. stealing, copying, translating, reposting my works on other platforms is not permitted.

[evielmostdefinitely]

i would love if we got to see what the proposal in the garden was like!!!!! <3

bed of roses |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, coriolanus' proposal to you.

contains: kinda dark/posessive coriolanus. capitol!reader. duke!reader who is a rothschild type. slight oc?? no descriptor but mentions oc names. fluff. nervous coryo.

A simple luncheon. 

That’s what you were told. A Sunday tea with your family and Coriolanus’, just like they did in the Old World. Your Grandmatron had insisted on it, and in classic Duke style, what she said went. The drab chic of Capitol fashion was forgone for the afternoon, opted in for bright frills and patterns that went out of style long before you were born. A classic, still, for Sunday luncheons in spring. Your mother had your dress custom made, a blush pink that stood bright and radiant amongst the shades of soft cyan and muted marigold. 

Coriolanus had arrived in a linen suit, neatly pressed with amber buttons that stood out beautifully against the white suit. You had no doubt Tigris had made it, the telling touch of the cerulean pocket square that mirrored his eyes. 

He seemed tense, when he kissed your cheek in greeting. Chaste and respectable, but his hands felt clammy when they took yours. 

Unbeknownst to you, Coriolanus was feeling the weight of the world sitting at the table. His family’s legacy, his own future crushing on his shoulders. The small ring in his pocket felt like an anchor. Coryo wondered if this is what the tributes felt like, before their name was called, standing at the Reaping, knowing that at any moment their life could change for the better or for the worse. Their fate in someone else’s hands as his was now. 

“Are you alright?” You whispered, leaning into him gently at the table, your hand brushing his thigh under the table. Coryo jumped with surprise, further drawing your suspicions. 

“Yes,” Coryo’s voice was tight, heart lurching in his chest. He turned to you, offering a tight lipped, half smile that was a poor attempt at convincing you. “I’m alright. Just ate a big breakfast.” 

You frowned, but brushed it off when he took your hand in his, squeezing it affectionately under the table. Your body burned, electric with excitement at the intimacy of the action. 

Coriolanus couldn’t seem to swallow down the raging anxieties he felt blooming inside his chest. The nagging fear that you might reject him. 

Of course, he’d asked your father’s permission, elated when Atticus Duke granted it to him. The typhoon had even smiled, given him a half curled lip and a nod. “If you take care of my girl, I’ll take care of you, Snow.” 

Now, his fate lay at your feet. 

The rational side of his mind told him that you loved him. Of course, you loved him. You’d told him that endlessly. In the morning before he’d leave for the lab, or late at night between silk sheets. 

As each second passed, Coriolanus grew more and more anxious. He caught your mother’s eyes, her knowing grin making his blood run cold. She assured him she’d have the garden prepared for this momentous occasion, hiring the whimsical Trinket’s to florist the garden. Bright flowers lining the walkway, lotus floating in the small pond, an archway of pink roses over the gazebo. 

“Mother must be planning a party.” You giggled, your lace gloved hand in Coryo’s, strolling with him through the botanicals. 

Coriolanus stiffened beside you. “Why would you say that, my love?” He tried to sound casual, but still, that demanding cut in his tone lingered still. 

You looked at him, the sun illuminating his features, his hair as bright and light as the rays that blinded your vision. “The flowers.” You motioned towards the freshly planted lilies next to you. “She only ever goes this dramatic when they’re having a celebration of sorts.” 

Coriolanus felt his stomach turn, hoping you couldn’t feel the way his heart skipped. “Perhaps they’re hosting the Reaping party this year?” 

“Mm, perhaps.” Coriolanus nodded, taking a calming breath to soothe his nerves. Pull yourself together, Snow. You’ve worked too hard to piss it away now. Snow lands on top. She is your top. Don’t ruin it now. 

“Would you like to join me?” Coriolanus stepped onto the gazebos stair that bore a fresh coat of paint. His hand extended to your own, a soft smile tugging at his lips when you took his hand. 

“Hm,” Your head titled, looking at the array of roses above the entrance. “That’s odd.” 

Coriolanus’ heart dropped. “What is?” His lungs squeezed, stealing every last breath from him. 

Your eyes met his, brows furrowed with curiosity. “She used roses?” You tilted your head to the side gently. Coryo blinked at you. “Mother never uses roses outside. Says it’s gauche.” You shrugged. 

Coriolanus burned. He’d suggested it when she’d asked. Now, he wondered if it would all be ruined. One tiny slip up, and he’d blown it all. 

“It’s beautiful today.” The small sigh of content you gave stole him from his own worrisome thoughts. Your head tilted back, holding your small head piece so you could bask in the warmth of the sun- rare in the Capitol. 

“It is.” Coryo agreed, stepping beside you. He wondered if your father had somehow managed to pay for the sun to shine. He certainly could afford to. “Nearly as beautiful as you.” He whispered, breath hot on the shell of your ear, leaving you shivering. 

“Coryo,” You blushed, cheeks burning with adorning heat. 

“I mean it.” Coriolanus nodded, a hand sliding over your waist at a respectable placement, yet still affectionate. He knew your family was watching after all. “You always look so radiant. Always manage to steal my breath right from my lungs with your beauty. You have since the first time I laid eyes on you in Twelve.” 

Your chin ducked, hoping to hide the fluster of your cheeks. “You’re being playful, Coryo.” You muttered, eyes cutting up to meet him, hidden by the netting of your fascinator in your hair. 

“I am not.” Coryo shook his head, hand sliding over his pocket, feeling for the ring there. It was now or never, time to face his destiny. “I am entirely serious, my love. You have always managed to captivate me with your beauty, your humor, your kindness.” His hand took yours, pulling you closer to him. 

Your eyes shone when they met him, filled with a lovestruck, glossy gaze. It encouraged him, sending that final surge of confidence to deliver the speech he’d practiced endlessly for weeks now. His tongue felt numb in his own mouth when he said your name, tongue rolling over each syllable as if he wanted to savor each one. 

“There has been no other like you in my life before, and I hope there never will be.” Coriolanus' hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer to him. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve ever dreamt of, gone far beyond my own imaginations with your perfection.” 

“Coryo,” You choked on your tears, eyes shining with emotion. 

 “Please,” Coryo stepped away, though his hand never left your own. “I could speak forever about how perfect you are to me, and there still would not be enough time to capture how much I adore you.” Coryo paused, leaning forwards to look deeply into your eyes. “How much I love you.” 

Your heart skipped, racing like the wings of a hummingbird when he dropped to one knee. An outdated tradition, sure, but one he knew you cherished. One he knew your family would approve as well. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” Coriolanus said, hand sliding into his jacket pocket to retrieve the ring, hoping you didn’t see how it shook. “I can’t imagine a life without you. I don’t want to live a life without you. I want you beside me through it all. When I command this entire country, I want you to be there with me.” 

Your tongue swelled, head swimming when you caught a glimpse of the dazzling sapphire ring. Coriolanus’ mother’s ring, you knew that much. He’d mentioned it only a few times in passing. You knew what it meant to him, what she meant to him. 

“I don’t want to be without you ever again.” Coriolanus continued, the ring pinched between his fingers. “I only want you, my petal. So will you do me the greatest honor of my life?” His eyes rounded so sweetly when he asked, a new side of Coryo you’d never experienced. “Will you marry me?” 

Your chest burned, suffocated with tears and emotions that wanted to explode out of you. Your silence made Coryo’s own heart drop, fear filled with damning reality. 

“Yes,” Your voice cut through your thick tears before he could spiral completely. It felt nearly fake, like he’d imagined it. 

Then, you nodded. Head bobbing, uncaring at how the small hair piece shook, sliding through your locks. Coriolanus was sure he was in shock, ears ringing with uncertainty. “Yes?” He whispered. 

Your nod made his shoulders drop with relief, heart beat thundering through his body with aftershock. “Yes,” You croaked, sniffling wetly. “Yes, Coryo. Yes, I-I will marry you.” 

You surprised him next. Overwhelmed with emotion, your hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a sweet, nearly sloppy kiss. Lovesoaked with a powerful emotion that overcame you. Coriolanus faltered, eyes cutting towards the house, burning with embarrassment. It was so improper, and he knew your family was watching him- judging him. 

Coriolanus stood, breaking the kiss, not missing the look of disappointment that flashed for only a moment over your features, before he took your hand. He took his time pulling each finger off the lacy gloves, swallowing a smile at how you shivered with excitement before he slipped the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, almost like his mother was giving her own nod of approval to you. 

His lips brushed your knuckles, before you pulled him back into you, a sweet kiss, more respectable this time- appropriate, so he allowed it. Coryo’s chest boasted when he walked back into your family's home, smug at how you showed off your ring proudly, beaming with pure joy at the news. The rest of the afternoon was spent chatting about wedding details, dates and plans, while Coriolanus planned his own. 

Not your wedding- no, he’d leave that to you, but his own future plans. How he’d run Panem, when your father would appoint him, his first actions as President. His own future, out of your hands, and back in his clutches now. 

[0mysteiarchives]

So do the request, can I please have yandere Robin x trailblazer reader headcanon?

Gotcha 🫡

5 am grind..call me the Robin x reader breadwinner /j

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“An Idol’s Blazing Star.” Yandere!Robin x Trailblazer!Reader

“From her cage, she reached for the blazing star, yearning for it’s everlasting warmth.”

a/n: apologies if its rushed ^^

cw: yandere themes!

• Yandere!Robin who returns to Penacony due to an invite to perform at the Charmony Festival.

• Yandere!Robin who takes her time and reconnects with her brother, Sunday. It was a bit silent, yet they were both enjoying each other’s familial company once more.

• Yandere!Robin who’s moments are interrupted by a member of the Family, reporting about a large issue back in the hotel lobby.

• Yandere!Robin who tags along wjth her brother out of curiosity to attend to the aformentioned disruptive commotion.

• Yandere!Robin who can’t take her eyes off you once she sees you within the crew. You were so mesmerizing, it seemed she was staring for a while as you glanced her way and offered a small smile and wave.

• Yandere!Robin who can’t help but find this adorable! Her wings lightly flutter before recomposing herself and formally introducing herself to everyone, eyes never leaving yours, perhaps she’s already lost in them..

• Yandere!Robin who watches you talk to everyone in the lobby, waiting for her turn as she cups her cheeks meanwhile, and feel the tingling sensation you make her feel .

• Yandere!Robin who interacts and compliments you more often, calling you ‘pretty’ and giving you a wink as you become embarrassed and thank her for that. Pretty isn’t enough to describe you..you’re gorgeous—

• Yandere!Robin who’s mood drops as Himeko calls everyone back to discuss and head to their rooms, she waves goodbye as you do the same. Without your attention on her, her heart felt…strange?

• Yandere!Robin who pleads her brother to be the one to greet you when you enter, gently catching you and finally getting the privilege of feeling your skin..not in a weird way!!—

• Yandere!Robin who would willingly neglect her schedule to show you around Penacony, politely rejecting paparazzi though, as much as she wanted to yell, it might leave a bad impression of her on you.. and showering you with freebies such as highly rated meals and gifts.

• Yandere!Robin who takes you to scenic places, where the sky is within both of your reach. Lastly a rooftop where you two would stare off into the distance.

• Yandere!Robin who’s heart beats fast and wings flutter whenever you give her that smile, the sunlight bouncing off your radiant skin. Aeons, you’re just perfect.

• Yandere!Robin who contemplates whether to use her powers to manipulate you attempts to convince you to spend more time with her, why won’t you stay right here by her side?

• Yandere!Robin who tries to keep you, grabbing your wrist as you try to gently pull away, yet her grip was somewhat tight. It made you feel uneasy.

• Yandere!Robin who realizes your uncomfortable expression, letting you go as you walk away and leave her alone with an aching heart 💔

—

“Alas, she could only wait for the blazing star to return and shine once again.”

[rainedroptalks]

Gray has definitely watched glee at some point… unfortunately

[raine-drop-arts]

some incredibly low quality computer sketches of my cringefail son gray, including his time before aguefort and transitioning when he went to hudol

also! random ass detail but erin and gray met like twice when they were younger and while his memories are a bit fuzzy, gray thought erin was the most annoying weirdo ever (ironic). erin does not rember this at all

[another-lost-mc]

hii there!! i wanted to request a barbatos x afab reader where the reader rejected the boys’ invites to the school festival dance since they’re in a secret relationship with barb and ends up dancing with him while they’re there? maybe with some nsfw at the end lol, sorry this is kind of long :( i love your work so much, thank you!

A/N: I get so excited when I see Barb requests in my ask box! It's like, the fastest way to get my attention. lol (I'm completely normal about him btw.)

BARBATOS x afab!Reader | 2k words | NSFW / MDNI

Content/Warnings: afab!Reader who wears a dress. Some possessiveness if you squint. Oral sex (reader receiving) and other suggestive content.

It’s not often that Barbatos requests to have a night off so that he's free from his duties to pursue his own personal interests. No one knows his Young Master better than he does, and most of the time there’s nowhere he'd rather be than at Diavolo’s side. He plans to use this rare opportunity for a specific purpose: to escort you to tonight’s ball as his date.

Your blossoming relationship is still a closely guarded secret (although Barbatos is sure that Diavolo knows the truth already). You had some anxieties about announcing it to your friends in case their reactions were not supportive. Barbatos agreed that subtlety might be best, but it tested the limits of his self-control in ways he never anticipated.

When he confessed his feelings to you, your own admission was filled with so much love and hope and desire that it sparked something inside him he hasn’t felt in a long time. He masked his emotions and concealed his love for you, letting the ruse slip with stolen glances and innocent touches. Sometimes he was able to find a few minutes alone with you for rushed, messy fumblings in dark corners and empty rooms. It’s been nearly impossible to savor your company properly with so many others demanding your attention.

You normally attend these fancy parties as Diavolo’s guest and spend the evening with Lucifer and his brothers, but tonight marks a new turning point in your relationship. He can finally be selfish and indulge in your presence without having to hide his feelings for you. He won’t have to spend anymore evenings regretting that he can’t be the one by your side. Jealousy won’t sour his mood and make his hands twitch with violence when he watches others enjoy your company in his place.

You belong to each other and after tonight, everyone else will know it too.

The evening passes in a blur and Barbatos has never felt so pleased. He tucks you into his side when you take short breaks at the edge of the dance floor together. You both sip from glasses of Demonus and watch the rest of the guests mingle and dance around you. He leans in close to whisper affectionately against your ear about how lovely you are. He can’t help himself—you’re so beautiful in your evening gown, and your eyes sparkle brightly like precious jewels. His hand around your waist tightens slightly and he admits he’s wanted this for a long time. Your radiant smile makes his vulnerable confession worthwhile.

You seem oblivious to the other guests who glance your way with curiosity and envy. Barbatos suppresses the urge to preen when some of them narrow their eyes venomously in his direction. He can’t help feeling a little smug that so many others would kill to take his place, that you give your heart freely to him and him alone. He hides his smirk when he brings his glass to his lips. Once your glasses are empty, he invites you to join him for another dance.

Barbatos wraps an arm around your waist and presses you gently against him while he holds your hand delicately in his. The warmth of your skin seeps through the buttery-soft leather of his gloves. Your other hand rests on his shoulder, but sometimes your fingers trail down his chest and flick teasingly at the buttons of his jacket. Your playfulness tempts him but he tries to ignore the thrum of heat coursing through his veins.

He leads you through the dance with slow, languid steps. You follow perfectly in sync, the same way he imagines your heart beats in sync with his. He leans close enough that his nose grazes your cheek and he sighs a soft, happy sound of contentment. His warm breath tickles your neck and your cheeks dimple when your lips curl in a bashful smile. It feels like his heart is close to bursting.

He has everything he’s ever wanted, but desire flickers inside him like a roaring flame. He’s nearly overwhelmed by the intense craving to feel your bare skin against his, and he’s not sure how much longer he can resist. He bows to you with a flourish when the dance finally ends, and he laces your fingers together and leads you away from the dance floor.

If he were thinking clearly, he’d simply open a portal leading to his room. Lust clouds his judgment like a heavy fog, and his mouth is cotton-dry, parched with thirst that can only be satiated by a taste of you. Desperation unravels him at the seams, and he leads you away from the party with single-minded purpose.

He pulls you into the first empty room he finds, and the door slams shut when he crowds you against it in his haste to finally kiss you. He kisses away the hints of Demonus from your lips, and his tongue traces the seam of your mouth in a silent plea for entrance. He slots his mouth over yours and deepens the kiss as your tongues touch. The kiss grows wet and sloppy as his spit-slicked lips move against yours with more urgency. He swallows down every soft sound that escapes you, and he mirrors them with quick, panting breaths of his own.

He grinds against you when his cock stirs with interest and hardens against your pelvis. You roll your hips encouragingly, offering him the slightest bit of friction despite the layers of cumbersome clothes between you. His hands ghost up over your tummy until he reaches your breasts. He cups them in his hands and squeezes them gently through your dress, and he smiles into the kiss when you whimper. He traces circles around your hardening nipples before pinching them between his gloved thumbs and forefingers. He kisses his way up your neck and your head tilts back against the door with a whiny mewl. He mouths along your jaw and tugs your delicate earlobe between his teeth. His name falls from your lips in a desperate chant; your voice is a siren's song that he can’t possibly resist.

He lowers himself to the ground in one smooth motion and kneels at your feet. He fumbles with the hem of your gown and lifts the fine material up your legs. The fabric crumples in his fist when he bunches it at your waist to keep it out of the way, and you both tremble slightly with anticipation.

He leans forward and breathes in the intoxicating scent of your arousal. A damp spot blooms across your underwear where your slick has soaked through the fabric. He swipes across it lightly with his tongue to help himself to a little taste. Your hips buck against him in surprise, and he glances at you from beneath his lashes when you gasp his name. You’ve never looked more delectable than you do now.

He holds your gown up and out of the way so he can explore your body with his other hand. He trails his fingers between your legs, and the soft leather scratches and tickles the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He brushes his knuckles against you before pushing your damp underwear to the side so you're completely bare to him. You glide your fingers into his hair, and his eyes slip shut in bliss when you pull him closer.

He slides one of fingers across your entrance and gathers some of your creamy slick on his fingertip. He spreads it through your folds before lapping it up greedily with long, slow drags of his tongue. He chases your sweet taste and purses his lips while he sucks greedily at your cunt. The quiet room fills with your breathy moans and the wet sounds of his lips smacking against you. He’s never tasted anything so divine, and he muffles his pleasured noises against your soft, silky skin. You tremble delightfully as the vibrations from his mouth surge through you like a current. Your hands tighten in his hair and your hips grind desperately against him, coaxing his tongue where you want it most.

He growls deep in his chest and finally moves his lips to your clit. He closes his mouth over the sensitive nub and moves his lips lazily in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. You keen above him, and each moan and bitten-off curse he draws from you shoots down his spine and straight to his cock. His own pent-up desires make a mess as he leaks in his pants, and his cock strains uncomfortably against his zipper. He ignores the throbbing between his legs for now—he's desperate to please you instead. 

Your thighs tighten around him as pleasure crests over you like a wave. He pushes his face deeper between your legs, and you choke on a cry that sounds suspiciously like his name. He thrusts his tongue inside you, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come when he can finally fuck you properly. Your walls clench around him as he thrusts his tongue shallowly into your cunt, and he rubs at your clit with his thumb to bring you over the edge.

There’s only so much pleasure you can endure, and the coil twisting deep inside your belly finally snaps from his sinful mouth and fingers. When you come, a fresh burst of slick spills across his tongue. He holds you steady when you slump back against the door; you look exhausted but completely satisfied. He’s reluctant to pull away from you just yet, and his tongue follows the taste of warm slick that drips through your folds. You jolt from the aftershocks and increasing sensitivity as he continues tracing the path between your clit and your entrance with his tongue. He finally stops when your trembling hands, still tangled in his hair, push his head away.

He leans back on his heels and licks his lips with a satisfied hum. He drops the hem of your gown back to the floor and smooths over the wrinkled fabric, but it’s a lost cause—you look utterly debauched. His eyes rake over the enticing curve of your belly and your heaving breasts while you pant lightly and catch your breath.

His nose and chin are sticky from your juices, and your taste lingers on his lips like the most decadent wine. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and he stains his glove with your essence. He tugs at each finger with his teeth and slowly pulls off his glove. You mumble under your breath about how incorrigible he is, but he simply winks at you before slipping it into his pocket for later.

He rises to his feet and pulls you into an embrace. You melt against him with a sigh and he nuzzles against the soft junction between your neck and shoulder. He debates whether or not it's worthwhile to return to the dance.

He’s sure the others have noticed your disappearance by now, not that he particularly cares about their approval. His tacky skin, kiss-swollen lips and tousled hair betray the stolen moment of intimacy you shared together. You both smell faintly of sweat and musky arousal, and you couldn't hide this secret from them now if you tried. If anyone else saw you together, they would know instantly what you were up to.

Part of him wants nothing more than to spend the rest of the night tangled together between his sheets so he can fuck you senseless and hoard your blissful expressions to himself. The petty, darker side of him wants to dance with you one more time just to gloat to the others how incredibly lucky he is to have you. Both options feel a little selfish and he’s not sure what you would prefer.

You make the choice for him when you kiss him softly and ask him to take you to bed. It feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again, because he’s secretly pleased that you’re just as greedy as he is.

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Who do you see Toshinori ending up with in the end? Satomi, shotos daughter? Or do you think he’ll meet someone at UA?

What would be his parents and siblings reaction to him bringing someone home? Would he ask Izuku or his mom’s for advice on the first date?

OOOOOOHHHHH I like this one.

Toshinori has quite the eventful love life in my opinion. He's always been a charmer, with that Midoriya smile, but he's also super dense because he never really thinks girls have a crush on him, he just thinks they're being nice. He was raised right so a lot of girls find him boyfriend material.

Satomi, Eijiro's daughter, has had a crush on Toshinori since they were basically toddlers. It's never left and its the most precious little thing. It's kinda why she hanged out a lot with Toshinori and Kane.

But the thing is Toshinori is REALLY close with Mina's daughter, Sero Hina, who is a lot like Toshinori. They both love to dance and they take care of each other a lot because their mothers are so close. And Hina lowkey has a crush on Toshinori but Toshinori is too dense for his own good.

Now in the end, I think it's valentines day when Toshinori is posed with a hard decision. Satomi or Hina. He rejects both initially in first year, but subtly saying "I don't plan on dating in first year" cause he really doesn't. He doesn't see the point of it. He's 15/16 and he just wants to live his best life.

But in second and third year thats when the drama starts cause now he doesn't know. Cause Hina understands him like no other girl and she's his godmother's daughter and he really does care for her, but Satomi just makes his heart flutter and she's so soft and nice and caring.

So he goes and asks the number one Rizzler himself.

Rizzuku Midoriya.

"Dad, you're not helping!" Toshinori groaned as he dropped his head in his hands as his father laughed.

Izuku leaned back in his recliner, finding the entire situation humorous at the fact that his son didn't know who to ask out. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I promise I'll be serious." Izuku stated as he put his hands up. "Son, what have I always told you about relationships?" He asked rhetorically. "You could have any girl that pushes themselves towards you but in the end it might not matter. What matters is the type of woman you see in your future. I've always told you, don't date for the fun of it or because you want whatever experience the world is trying to sell you. I did those things and honestly, at the end of the day, I still lay in bed alone. Until I met your mother that is." Izuku sat up and moved a bit forward. Toshinori lifted his head to look at his father. Izuku had a genuine look on his face. "When you find a girl that makes you think that 'this is it', that she's the one you'd kill for, die for, want to have a family with, a woman who shows that she's not just a girlfriend but a partner... THAT is who you know is the one."

Toshinori looked at his father for a moment before leaning back against the couch he was sitting on. "How... How did you know mom was it?"

Izuku hesitated before looking away from his son, a soft look in his green eyes as he did so. "When I met your mother she was originally dating Uncle Kacchan," At that news of mom lore, Toshinori's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets.

"WHA-"

"You want to hear the entire story, you go ask mom. Now let me finish," He shut him down instantly, making Toshinori purse his lips together. Izuku let out a breath before continuing. "When I met your mother, she was like the sun. She was so warm and radiant no matter who she was talking too. She was the type of warmth you wanted to wake up beside every morning to chase the coldness of the world away."

Toshinori could see it, hell anyone with eyes could see how much Midoriya Izuku loved his wife. it was so evident in his eyes. Even now. Toshinori turned to look in the direction his father was looking to see that you were in the kitchen cutting sandwiches with Hero, a laugh stumbling out of your lips as you smiled. Izuku's pupils consumed his eyes so much that you could barely see the green.

He turned back to look at his son. "And your mother was the best decision I ever made. She respects me and she honours me, but she holds me accountable too, she reminds me when I'm falling behind but she doesn't shame me for it. At first you might not be sure about who is the one, but I'm telling you, when you know, you know."

It didn't take more than a month after that, when Toshinori came over for another weekened at UA bringing along someone this time. Standing at his side was a chubby little dyed redhead girl with a beautiful sharp smile and soft ruby eyes. "Hello Uncle Izuku and Aunty Y/N. It's so good to see you!"

Now you were surprised your son didn't bring Hina, I mean the both of them were so close.

"I love Satomi, Izuku. You know that. I just am surprised, that's all." You stated as you put away the dried dishes from lunch.

Izuku shook his head as he held a cloth and a plate in hand. He chuckled. "I'm not."

"You aren't"

"My love..." Izuku put down the plate he was holding and motioned for you to look over to Satomi and Toshinori who sat together outside on the steps that led to the gardens.

Satomi held one of the bunnies that were in your gardens, her eyes bright and wide, innocent and pure as she looked so excited to hold the little fluffy animal that sat in her arms, happy to be pat. She seemed to be talking about something, happily chatting away as she looked down at the little rabbit, looking up at Toshinori every once in a while.

However it was your son that really shocked you. Toshinori looked at her with the same look that Izuku gave you. His eyes filled with something he couldn't tell yet and a smile on his face as he leaned forward and watched her talk, not even paying attention to another bunny that sat in his lap.

He was in love.

Your shoulders lowered with a gentle smile on your face. Izuku hummed as he placed a kiss to the side of your face. "The eyes, Y/N... they never lie."

-Glitch1d

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Hold Me Close

11th Doctor x gn!reader; fluff

summary: it’s been a long–however long it’s been–and now the Doctor just needs some rest. maybe some comfort is needed too

a/n: took me over a decade to finally watch this show and now I’ve gone and fallen head over heels for Matt Smith. here’s a lil sleepy imagine for ya, sorry if he’s a bit ooc—I just want some fluff. set at no specific point ♡

His skin was warm and soft under your fingertips. Your eyes flicker from his peaceful resting expression to your hand caressing his cheek. He never looks this calm while awake. The childlike glee that surrounded him like a radiant aura was there, but just behind it was something, well, it was hard to describe. Like seeing something move in your peripheral vision or catching a familiar scent from your childhood, for a split second it was there and the next—gone.

With a small sigh, you push the thought from your head. You had just gotten back from running for your lives yet again and the thoughts swarming and circling in your mind were starting to give you a headache. And truth be told, you worried about him. Sure, he was over 900 years old and had experienced so much but-

The Doctor almost seemed to sense your stress and rolled over a bit, shifting onto his back almost an invitation for you to rest your head upon his chest. And who were you to deny such an invitation?

Careful not to jostle him, you scoot closer and lower your head against him. The sound of his two hearts beating and his scent are oddly comforting, drawing you further into him. Before you’re consciously aware of it, you’re burying yourself in him; arms come up to wrap around his torso completely of their own accord. On what can only be described as reflex, arms are returning the motion and suddenly you’re locked against the man you’ve been wanting for so long.

A sound of contentment perhaps? rumbles out of his chest, firing up a wave a butterflies in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, willing the feeling to go away or at least settle down. But it doesn’t. You feel hot where his arms hold you and, you suppose, so does everywhere else he’s touching.

It takes several minutes, but your body finally manages to calm back down. The fluttery feeling isn’t completely gone, but gets quickly replaced with a jolt of panic when the doctor shifts under you.

You maneuver your head in his grip to look up at his face and your panic is justified by the fact that he seems to be waking up. Squirming in a futile attempt to release yourself from his grasp only makes it worse as his hold tightens.

“What are you trying to get away for?” His eyes are still closed, voice laced with a hint of exhaustion but still matter of fact as always.

The silence pierces the air and lingers for a few moments before his eyes blearily blink open.

You’ve turned your head away but you can feel his gaze on you, blush rising on your cheeks. “Uh, no reason.”

“You can go if you’d like, but” he hesitates and you wonder if it’s because he’s somehow unsure of himself.

“Do you want me to stay Doctor?” Try as you might, your voice trembles slightly at the fear of him suddenly rejecting you.

His grip never falters but his tone drops, “please,” it reminds you of the tone he had when he told you he was the last of his kind, wandering the whole of time and space. You remember the look on his face— how could you ever forget— a man who, whether he’d admit it aloud or not, desperately needed comfort.

“I’m not going anywhere,” your tone is hushed to match his, arms finding their way back around him. You feel lips press onto the top of your head and releasing the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you sink back down into his embrace.