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gojoux · 8 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

Would you really reject this man's kiss? A man who is used to getting what he wants? He would start to react dramatically feigning hurt, “You dare wipe my kiss clean off your cheeks?! Baby, I thought you loved me.” But then he'd pull you close, and his attitude changes drastically, “Now, don't play hard to get. I know you want more.” He would kiss you again with more passion and force, caressing your body and locking you in place, and you couldn't help but kiss him back.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“Hey, hold on now, love...” As you wipe off his kiss, Geto smiles and shakes his head before leaning in again and kissing you even closer and longer, placing his hands softly on your face. He'll smirk at you when you pull away, “Don't do that. It's the first time I gave my kisses to someone this special.” Geto would kiss you again and hug you tightly, he's very happy to have you.

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He'd chuckle as you wipe off his kiss before grabbing your wrist and pressing it against the wall. His eyes would look like it's glowing for a moment as he presses you harder against the walls. “Don't wipe my kiss off.” He grumbles. Sukuna would kiss you harder as if he were trying to leave a mark behind on your lips. He's very possessive and will stop at nothing to possess you if you're his love.

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

He'd raise an eyebrow as you try to wipe off his kiss. “What? Wiping off my kiss? Are you not happy with me giving you a kiss now?” He smiles a little before grabbing your chin gently, pressing his lips against your forehead, and it lingers for a while to kiss you there. Nanami is always serious, but he's soft inside, and he appreciates your gesture a lot when you accept his kisses.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He's too stunned to speak and still shocked by what you just did. “So, you're wiping it off...” Choso murmurs, he's never been loved before and to have someone do that to his kisses is a first. Still, he's happy to be your love though, so his cheeks are flushed and his body feels hot. Choso would put two of his hands gently on your neck before he leaned in, “Don't move. Let me kiss you again.”

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“What was that?” He would hold your wrist tightly, his grip is firm but not enough to hurt you as he pulls you closer. “So, you hate my kisses now, hm?” He looks unbothered by your gesture and is not offended at all. Toji would just kiss you on the lips again, “There. I'll just keep kissing you then.” He smiles and ruffles your hair. He thinks the idea of your small actions is amusing and cute.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

A faint blush covers his cheeks as he questions you. “What are you doing?” He asks, his voice remaining calm and collected. He'd look at you with a serious gaze. Megumi would lean in and kiss you even longer this time, as if he was trying to prove something. He'll mumble in your ear, “I don't want you to wipe off my kiss anymore.” Megumi will hug you and rest his head on your shoulder, as this is the only way he knows how to express his love.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Huh? I just gave you a kiss and you wipe it off? Why? Didn't I kiss you properly?” He'd remain speechless for a few seconds, thinking about why you would wipe his kiss off, he might even feel a little insecure. Itadori would then hold your both cheeks and kiss you a few more times before pulling away. He'll look at you with a wide smile on his face and say, “Oh, don't worry. All you had to say was I didn't kiss you properly.”

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

Yuta's heart would leap in shock and he would turn flustered. This is a new feeling he's never experienced before, someone wiping off his kiss. “W-Why did you do that? Did I do something wrong?” He'd ask. Yuta would step forward and grab your cheeks gently, kissing you before he held your hand and placed it on his chest to feel his heartbeat. “Was that better?”

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sanjisboyfie · 3 months

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nonchalant and unbothered toji who has the patience of a saint. now, you weren't bratty by any means - not regularly, at least - but there is nothing you could do that will phase this man. he's seen it all and he's experienced it all. he sees you pout your lips at him to win him over and he's cooing over how cute you are. you're tugging on the hem of his shirt, begging him to do something, and all he can think about is how nice your voice sounds like that. you're whining and nagging him about something he was supposed to do around your shared place and he's just thinking about how he wants to kiss you so bad. nonchalant, patient, and unbothered toji for the win!!!

"toji, i told you to do the dishes-" his lips were planted on yours before you could even finish the sentence. he's pulling away after a couple of seconds, a relaxed smirk on his lips.

"you're cute," he says, calm and not at all bothered by your incoming lecture. before you can even begin ranting to him, he's knocking the bottom of your jaw up with his knuckles, to close your mouth, and then leaning in again for another kiss. "c'mere, pretty boy,"

and he's not getting off of you for another ten minutes.

it may seem purposeful, a good escape so he doesn't have to do chores. but don't get it twisted, he really does just want to kiss you for how adorable you're being. at least, 90% of the time that's why (the other 10% is so he can get out of doing chores).

his charm just works without fail everytime. you're happy, he's happy, everyone wins.

another time, you were begging him to come with you to check out some new restaurant in the mall. and toji's a big homebody, so convincing him to go out anywhere could take some effort. and today, it was taking a lot of effort.

"please, babe," you begged, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt, "you owe me for that one time! remember?!"

toji hummed, not caring for what you were really saying as he tried to finish his crossword. if you had given him a couple more minutes to complete it, he would have no qualms with going with you anywhere you wanted. but as you continued tugging on his shirt, there was no way he could focus.

so he gazed up at you, giving you all his attention, and looking very unimpressed. then he pulled you in by your waist, making you collapse onto his figure. and he was now holding you up, looking you up and down.

"you look handsome today, have i told you that yet?" toji muses, looking at your outfit and then your blank face, "hm, shame on me. not telling my boy how good he looks," he leans up, meeting you halfway in a peck before kncoking his forehead against yours, "you look cute, baby, 'm so lucky you're all mine."

and you're just stunned into silence at how he's cooing at how handsome you are, suddenly forgetting any and all begging you were doing and planning to do.

or how about how he is almost always the calmer of you two in any given situation. (almost always because sometimes he does lose his temper, not at you, but for you -> such as people giving you a hard time = he's becoming a demon to haunt and intimidate them).

"i can't believe that asshole," you huffed, thinking back on the cashier that was giving toji some weird looks - for some reason. they weren't flirty glances, it more so falled under disgust or disapproval. it pissed you off, while toji on the other hand was only calmly looking at you.

you began to ramble, going on about how dare they disrespect your boyfriend and toji can only hold your hand over the table and listen to you. there was no point in stopping you once you got started. also he thought that annoyed look on your face was adorable.

"seriously, he needs to mind his own business or else i'm gonna make it everyone's problem that he decided to have an attitude. out of nowhere too! he wasn't acting like that at all until you came in, and it's obviously not your fault, it's his for being a judgemental prick. should i just beat him up already?" you were voicing all of your thoughts and toji was listening.

yeah, that look on your face was truly adorable. he almost sighed dreamily at the sight. he was knocked out of his trance when you stopped talking and looked at him expectingly.

"are you really not bothered by it?"

"bun, i'm already used to all that shit, i could care less. i appreciate you thinkin' of me, though, it's real sweet," he smirks, pinching your cheek as if you were a child.

you swat the hand away, giving him a pointed look, "don't 'bun' me, i'm still pissed,"

"don't be pissed at me, bun," he says, the nickname still slipping off of his tongue with ease and no hesitation.

bun, short for bunny. god, he loved calling you that. he loved you so much.

"whatever, i should go over there and take that five dollar tip out of the jar. what do you think?"

"i think i want my boy to stop rambling about other shit and just kiss me," toji decides with ease, alreading leaning forward and looking at you with hooded eyes, "c'mon baby, just one kiss?"

"fuck off,"

"oh, don't make me beg for it, handsome,"

"i'll seriously kill you, you're pissing me off,"

"you're so handsome when you're mad at me, have i ever told you that?"

"you tell me that everytime i'm mad at you."

"cause i know i'm right," toji smirks, leaning in and capturing your lips with his scarred ones with ease. you give into the kiss because obviously you're gonna kiss your boyfriend and he's not the one you're actually mad at.

the world quiets as you two share the moment of intimacy. toji pulls away with reluctance, his hand still squeezing yours.

"feel better, bun?"

"shut the fuck up,"

"oh, i love you more."

nonchalant and unbotherd toji who is just obsessed with kissing you. and with how cute you are. and with you. he's just obsessed with you. toji loves his man a lot.

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jtl-fics · 1 year

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Fluent Freshman - Part 11

FF could admit that he may not be working with a full tank at the moment.

He had not slept very well the night before.

He had watched a lot of horror movies (a genre that he generally does not consume because his mind is already a scary enough place).

He was not able to go see his Grandma and he was going to miss the traditional(tm) Black Friday extravaganza that he and his Grandma did every Black Friday since he was little and encountered the horrible truth about Santa and she’d let him in on when / where most of his Christmas gifts were obtained. (The answer was not the North Pole under the watchful eye of elves. He had cried himself to sleep at the revelation but Gran always had a way of making the worst moments of his life tolerable.)

He may have eaten just…a bit too much pie?

He definitely ate too much turkey.

His stomach is killing him because he had forgotten to take his pepto when he had slammed that five hour energy.

His heart may actually break out of his rib cage with how hard it’s beating in his chest.

He’s been listening to Andrew and Captain Neil go back and forth for the last hour and a half between discussing Aaron’s recent mess ups, to what they’ll do to one another with a locked door between them and the world, to Andrew complaining that Neil’s hand is sweaty, to Neil saying Yes and Andrew’s hand is no longer in Neil’s and-

He clenches his eyes close.

And Andrew has swerved back into the lane for the third time in the last five minutes while saying something unrepeatable about his plans for Captain Neil and the whipped cream.

FF does not handle swerving cars very well.

He hears Andrew say something that sounds like it could lead to a very uncomfortable yeast infection for Captain Neil didn’t properly rinse off afterwards.

The car swerves over the rumble strip.

A fear far stronger than his fear of what Andrew could do to him overtakes him.

“I don’t like swerving cars. So, I’m going to ask that you focus on the road and keep your hands on the steering wheel.” FF says so panicked that he sounds calm and he watches as both Neil and Andrew stiffen at the sound of his voice. “If you can’t, then I’m going to ask that you pull over and let me out.” He offers a second option and a part of him is just amazed that his voice doesn’t crack even once. “I’m fine with either option.” He says.

He says both are fine but…

Honestly he hopes Andrew chooses the first option as he looks at the dark and lonely highway.

He looks back up at the front seat and both Neil and Andrew are looking straight forward. Andrew’s hands are on the steering wheel.

“Thanks.” He says and returns his attention to back over Aaron’s head.

The rest of the ride to Columbia is blessedly quiet. Aaron and Nicky wake up when they get off of the interstate and Nicky has the good grace to try and wipe the drool out of FF’s hair while Aaron seems unbothered by the wet spot he left of FF’s shoulder.

They get out of the car and they each grab their own bag in exhausted silence. Nicky is barely managing to put one foot in front of the other and before FF can do or say anything Nicky is in his room and has locked his door.

The room that FF had been planning on sleeping on the floor of because Nicky had told him he could so that FF would not drink 20 5-hour energies over the course of the weekend.

But Nicky had looked really tired.

So he is given a general tour by a very quiet Captain Neil and FF forces himself not to think about the cooler that Andrew had brought to, what he assumes is, Andrew’s bedroom before it was brought to the kitchen. He gets shown where the blankets and pillows that Kevin uses are and FF nods in quiet acceptance even knowing that he is going to spend the night going over Katakana flashcards and maybe up his literacy on Kanji to a second grader’s level.

Captain Neil wishes him a good night while Andrew gives him a nod and it is the last time he sees Captain Neil that night.

It is not the last time he sees Andrew.

***

Andrew comes out of his room to go get two glasses of water nearly 2 and a half hours later. The house is silent and dark. He is pretty sure him and Neil are the only two up.

He is wrong.

He comes out into the living room on his way to the kitchen and finds FF going through flashcards at a rapid pace. He walks a little closer to see what it is but the flashcards aren’t even right side up half of the time.

He thinks about the car ride.

‘I don’t like swerving cars.’

FF had said it so matter of factly. He was uncomfortable with the swerving.

Andrew had told FF recently about the words he didn’t like.

It felt like FF was offering at least something of himself back to Andrew for the first time.

Andrew thinks about how once his hands had gone back to the steering wheel FF had leaned back into his seat and stared out the window.

Andrew has at various points tried to look up what FF’s circumstances were but searching news sites for someone named ‘Smith’ with no first name to work off of was an exercise in futility.

Neil has lamented many times to Andrew about his bizarre jealousy over how unknowable Smith is. “He’s learning new languages, keeping a low profile, and playing Exy. It’s everything that I wanted in my freshman year and couldn’t manage because Riko pissed me off so much! It’s just kind of hard to see someone living my dream.” He says.

Andrew had punched him in the arm for that one.

“My old dream!” Neil had said and Andrew almost punched him again for the smile he flashed but had ended up kissing his stupid pretty face instead.

Where was he?

Right.

FF didn’t like swerving cars.

It didn’t necessarily have to be the trauma that lead to that aversion. Andrew certainly hadn’t had anything scare him on a plane but he still hated flying.

Still.

“The flash card is upside down.” He says and watches as FF pauses in his shuffling before righting that card and flipping to the next one which was turned to the side as far as Andrew could tell.

FF should be asleep.

FF is not asleep.

It might be Andrew’s fault that his friend can’t sleep.

“It won’t happen again.” He says and FF turns and stares at him blankly for a few seconds before he nods his acceptance.

It’s nice having a friend who understands what he means without needing to explain every little thing.

***

FF thinks he might have double-dosed on the 5-hour energy.

He also thinks he might currently be able to see through time.

His flashcards are making so much sense right now.

Then Andrew had come up and it truly was a miracle that he did not shit himself considering the sheer amount of apple pie still making its way through his system. That’s a lot of fiber for one body and he’s sure the 2-3 Five Hour energies he has taken are not helping his plight in that regard.

“It won’t happen again.” Is what Andrew says and in an instant FF feels his stomach drop to his feet. He nods blankly and watches as Andrew nods back before the man went to the kitchen and left with two tall glasses of water.

‘It won’t happen again’

FF has asked Andrew for TWO favors today.

TWO WHOLE FAVORS.

WHAT WAS HE THINKING?

The answer was that he WASN’T.

Even if FF had paid back one of those favors with the sheer power of his granny’s pie there was the case of the secondary favor he’d asked for in the car.

‘It won’t happen again’

There won’t be anymore favors for FF. He’d used up any mercy his grandma’s pie had bought him.

He considers the time pulls out his phone and goes through some saved text files on his phone.

It’s time for guns even bigger than his grandma’s apple pie.

He takes another five hour energy and knows that he won’t be sleeping a wink. He looks up groceries stores that are open this early on Black Friday, he grabs his wallet and with immense fear in his heart grabs the keys Aaron had dropped into a bowl by the front entrance.

He needs the ingredients for his great-grandma’s brownies.

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#Fluent Freshman AU #FF's logical reasoning has not ever been his strong suit #But it really tanks when he's hitting levels of manic tired #Andrew goes back into the room with the water for him and Neil #Andrew: FF isn't mad about the car thing #Neil: Oh thank god #Neil: Wait did you hear the door just now?#Andrew: No #Neil: Oh okay I'm sure it's fine.#My search history is a nightmare now #Could Neil get a yeast infection? I'm sure the answer is readily available for me #I thought FOOLISHLY #I got like 12 different think pieces on it when I wanted a YES or a NO #Now Amazon wants to sell me creams that I do NOT need #This is what I get for having searched it on my iphone in the google app #I should have waited to get home and search in Firefox #But I (ever the fool) needed my answers now #AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG OC #AFTG Shitpost #Andreil #FF - Pt. 11

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queenshelby · 9 months

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Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 19: STORMY WEATHER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Fluff, Smut

The following day…

There was something about this place, in the middle of nowhere, but yet close enough to the shore to take a stroll on the beach, which impressed you. You could see why Cillian liked it here and you most certainly appreciated him taking you somewhere like this. It was idyllic and beautiful. The cottage fronted a backdrop of forest with towering pine trees, hundreds of years old, whispering into the wind, with a blanket of old rust pine needles covering the soft mossy earth.

The air felt incredibly clean and the hiss and sting of the millions of leafs being slapped with gentle raindrops falling onto them was rather calming.

The weather was not great. It was raining a lot while, yet, the air was syrupy and surprisingly warm for this time of the year. But, despite the rain and wind, Cillian and you went on several walks throughout the day after he cooked you some breakfast and, every time you left the cottage, you did not even encounter anyone else. It was just you and him and this, in your mind, was perfect.

Unlike James, Cillian was romantic and tender and his tenderness was something you loved about him a lot as no one else had ever shown you this kind of tenderness before.

He made these two days special for you, allowing you to escape from reality and the fact that, back in Dublin, you still had to keep your relationship a secret. Here, on the other hand, there was no need for secretary as the only person you eventually came across in the afternoon was a local ranger who walked the beach with his dog.

You too walked on the beach, hand in hand, while taking in the scenery and, just as you walked barefooted through the cold sand, the occasional brush of Cillian’s lips as he brought your hand to his mouth to kiss, sent shivers down your spine. It was such a simple but yet meaningful gesture and each time you stopped; a smile formed across his lips.

“I haven’t been as happy for a very long time” he told you as you saw his blue eyes looking over at you in awe. He was clearly unbothered by the increase in rain and, for some reason, so where you.

“Me neither” you admitted before bringing your hands up towards Cillian’s face and then running your fingers through his hair.

“In fact, I wish we could just stay here forever and live totally of the grit” you then chuckled while Cillian pulled you into his arms.

“Trust me babe, you will probably get bored of it after a while” he teased before pressing his lips onto yours for a passionate kiss until the heavens opened up.

‘”Fuck, we should probably get back” Cillian told you seeing that this was clearly an incoming storm and, by this point, you both knew that you better made a run for it and get to shelter.

***

After less than fifteen minutes, you arrived back at the cottage and dried yourself off in laughter before putting on some dry and comfortable clothes.

The cottage was still warm as the fire had been crackling for the past two hours. Cillian had stacked it up with some more wood before you left and quickly refilled it again, being the only source of heating.

“This is just perfect” you told him as you watched him in front of the fireplace, filling it with some more wood logs that had been left outside by the owners of the cottage.

“What is?” Cillian asked while turning around, seeing that you had placed a few warm blankets and pillows onto the floor in front of you so that you could sit closer by the fire.

“Everything!” you told Cillian while sitting down on the blankets, wearing no more than a cotton nightie and a cardigan, matched with some warm woollen socks. “Us being together, the cottage, the fire, the rain, the wind…just everything” you then told Cillian who, after giving you a quick kiss, wandered off into the kitchen.

“Well, I am glad that you aren’t too disappointed by the weather” Cillian chuckled while boiling some milk and making you your favourite drink, namely caramel hot chocolate with marshmallows, as suddenly, you heard a loud dash of thunder.

“Actually, I think that the weather itself is quite romantic, wouldn’t you say?” you giggled right after having startled yourself while listening to the storm raging outside.

“Yeah, sure, if you say so” Cillian said teased before he joined you on the blankets and handed you the large cup of caramel cocoa he had prepared for you as well as a small light blue box with the engraving “Tiffany” written atop of it.

“Happy Birthday babe” Cillian then said before kissing you gently and your chin dropped.

“If this is an engagement ring Cill, it’s way too fucking soon” you told him, causing Cillian to laugh.

“Relax! It’s not an engagement ring. Unfortunatly, I am still fucking married as you know” Cillian chuckled before explaining to you that he thought of jewellery as being an appropriate present for his girlfriend.

“You told me a while ago that no one ever gifted you jewellery before and that’s why you chose not to wear any. You said that it wouldn’t mean anything to you if you bought it yourself, so I hope that this will mean something at least” Cillian then said, explaining to you why he chose to gift you something he wouldn’t normally have chosen as a gift after such a short time.

“Oh my god, you shouldn’t have Cillian! This is expensive and you are doing too much for me already” you told him while you opened the box and saw a beautiful necklace featuring an engraved pendant.

“Do you like it?” Cillian asked as his gesture made your eyes water up and all you could do for a moment was nod.

“I love it. Thank you!” you eventually told him as the lightning and thunder became stronger, and the rain was lashing against the glass of the windows.

“I love you Y/N” Cillian then told you before kissing you again while only one soft light remained to be working now, far across the room, as the others turned off again, for the fifth time that day.

“I love you too” you told Cillian as your lips drifted apart and he decided to check out the fuse box again, which is when you stopped him.

“No!” you told him as you were comfortable in the semi-dark room, sitting with your legs tucked under you, leaning against the pillows, and looking out.

“Leave it. It’s nice like this” you then went on to say while Cillian stopped and watched you for a moment.

“In fact, we should make the most of this very romantic scene, wouldn’t you say?” you then winked and, just as you did, your face was in profile, enthralled at the chaos outside as your simple cotton dress was clinging to your curves. It was mesmerising sight for him.

“We should” Cillian thus confirmed before approaching you again, this time from behind in order to help you with the clasp of your new necklace, which was something you were clearly struggling with as it had been caught up in the wool of your cardigan.

You took the cardigan off while Cillian untangled the neckless from it and then, eventually, you managed to put it on, closing the clasp at the back of your neck all while listening to the symphony of the storm, watching the flashes as they light up the world, inside and out.

Cillian then kissed you from behind. He kissed your neck first and then you turned around, allowing him to kiss your mouth and thus tasting the caramel on your sweet lips as your lips brushed and your tongues met before you indulged in a passionate kiss.

“You are so beautiful Y/N. I cannot get enough of you” Cillian whispered as he began to trace his fingers from your exposed shoulder, down your arm to the tips of your fingers before squeezing your hand and forcing his fingers in between yours.

“That’s good Cill, because I can’t get enough of you either” you told him as you could feel him growing hard against your back, which is also when he let go of your hand.

Cillian then brushed his fingers over your belly as he drew his hand up between your beautiful pert breasts and, of course, by that point, you longed for his touch and began to tingle between your thighs.

“That feels so nice. I love when you touch me” you moaned as, eventually, Cillian grabbed your lower breast beneath your cotton dress and felt your dime-sized nipple harden beneath his palm as he squeezed, before making you turn to the side and taking your other already engorged nipple into his mouth after pushing down the fabric covering it.

“Fuck, you have the most perfect breasts” Cillian told you and you let out a quiet moan in response which was all Cillian needed to continue further.

He took off your dress and his very own clothes all the same time, scattering them across the floor before he rolled you onto your back as you reached for his neck to pull him in for another heated kissing interlude.

His member was fully hardened now and pulsing against your thigh as he held both of your breasts in his hands and kissed between them before giving each of your nipples his full attention.

“Cillian, fuck” you moaned as you began to part your legs and then proceeded to move one of your feet to his now extremely sensitive cock, gently caressing the head and shaft and tickling his balls, while your hardened nipples were being tongued and nibbled.

“I need…” you then began to stammer as you sensed your flower becoming increasingly wet and hungry for attention.

“What do you need?” Cillian asked, seeing that you abandoned your sentence to give way for a low moan.

"I need you inside of me” you whispered in a breathy voice as you pushed Cillian off your belly and onto his back before rolling onto him.

“Not yet. Bring your pussy up here” Cillian told you while pulling you towards him and causing you to spread your legs over his torso. “I want to taste you first” he then said as he was looking up at your beautiful face and bouncy breasts while you tried to shuffle away from him in order to lie down.

“Uh uh, don’t lie down. Sit on my face!” Cillian demanded while holding you tight and you stared into his eyes and obediently began to shimmy up his body as your freshly waxed pussy moved within inches of his face.

“Now that’s fucking perfect” Cillian determined and you bit your lip, looking down at his excited eyes.

“You want me to…” you stammered, intending to question him about what he wanted you to do next which is when, without words, Cillian pulled your hips towards his lips, thereby abruptly positioning your glistening lady flower above his mouth.

He saw you looking down at him briefly, almost shocked, before your gorgeous orchid filled his whole line of sight, shimmering before him.

He then pulled you down towards his awaiting tongue and inhaled your womanhood deeply. Your smooth lips were inches from his nose and, within seconds, he lifted his head to bury your wet pussy fully into his face.

“Oh my fucking god” you gasped as Cillian tasted you and your sweet musk overwhelmed him.

“You taste so fucking good” he groaned as this must have been his favourite thing to do. Pleasuring you like this was intoxicating for him and, as he began to run his tongue up and down the inside of your silky soft labia, you shuddered out moan after moan.

You began to moan a little louder as Cillian' tongue was tracing out the letters of 'I Love You’ around your swelling clit and your legs soon wanted to give way, reminding you again of why you should have laid down instead.

You were ready and close to climax now and eventually moved up and down, grinding against Cillian' face like he was your personal sex toy while Cillian was clearly loving every minute of it, especially the sounds you were making when his tongue made direct contact with your most sensitive bud.

“Cum on my mouth babe. I want to taste you!” Cillian groaned as your juices began to flow more heavily now and you reached back with one hand on Cillian' other thigh while your other hand was pulling up and down on his now pulsating cock.

“Fuck” Cillian groaned against your mound, seeing how flexible all this dancing had made you as you arched your back.

“Oh god, Cillian” you moaned as Cillian continued to go to work on your beautiful pussy and sensitive clit with an incredible view as you leaned back, moving your other hand from his shaft to squeeze your breast before, finally, taking charge and slowly flipping around.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t done yet” Cillian complained cheekily before noticing that you repositioned yourself above his face.

“I know” you then winked before you went face down in to 69 position.

When you leaned forward to engulf him, your hair first tickled Cillian’s thighs and balls while you were giving him an incredible view of your gorgeous heart-shaped buttocks.

You then went down on him with unbridled enthusiasm, kissing his long, thick shaft and silky soft balls before running your tongue around the mushroom-shaped head and taking in his veiny pulsing cock fully to the hilt.

“Jesus Y/N” Cillian groaned as you came up for air and to tease the underside of his shaft with your tongue as his legs began to squirm.

At the same time, Cillian grabbed your hips to move your soaked pussy back to his awaiting mouth which, eventually, sent you over the edge.

With a loud moan around his cock, you came so hard that your juices gushed against Cillian’s lips whereupon he excitedly lapped up your sweet nectar until you could not take it anymore. You were quivering uncontrollably and eventually pulled away from him.

"Stop. I want to cum inside you” Cillian then told you as you wanted to resume sucking on his cock, but he had another idea and made you face him again. “Sit on my cock” he then groaned and you complied by positioning yourself on top of him.

You then began to insert his cock, cowgirl style, while grinding your sopping wet pussy back and forth as Cillian watched his thick head continually disappearing within you.

“Fuck that feels good” you moaned every time he bottomed out against your cervix and whilst it was slightly painful too, you enjoyed every second of it.

Pulling up slightly, you began to fuck him harder, pounding against his balls and rubbing his now extremely swollen head against your sensitive g-spot with every insertion.

“That’s it, babe. I love watching you ride me like this” Cillian groaned as he watched you fuck him, his thick cock going in and expanding your inner pussy lips with every thrust. Your juices were creamy and trickling down his shaft and he was having a difficult time resisting release in this position. It clearly was his weakness, you on top of him right after having eaten you out for almost half an hour. So, he lifted you up, pulled out of you quickly and then came around to face you before pushing you onto your back.

“Are you still not satisfied?” you moaned as Cillian opened your legs widely and pushed them both back to render your fully exposed.

“No. You just taste too fucking good” Cillian told you as he bends down and tastes your sex, licking you hard from side to side and pulling your silky hood back and then flicking against it with his tongue, rapidly and lightly.

Within five minutes though, Cillian could tell that you needed him inside again so he crawled up in between your spread open legs to penetrate you.

But, before he did, he placed a pillow beneath your buttocks and even though you were usure as to why he did this, you did not dare to question him as his eyes were filled with pure lust and hunger for you.

“Oh fuck! That’s deep!” you then moaned as he pushed his cock into you again and, this time, he bottomed out in one swift thrust, hitting your cervix and g-spot all at the same time.

“Too deep?” Cillian asked as he could feel it too and, when you shook your head and told him that it felt good, he began to thrust.

“Oh god yes” you moaned as you felt how hard and warm he was and Cillian couldn't believe how good it felt to hit your deepest inner point over and over again.

“I feel like I can feel you all the way in my stomach” you gasped as Cillian moved in and out of you consistently and with force, sliding his full length in and out, hitting your cervix and rubbing against your g-spot each time. If you were more aware of things, you would have been amazed by how steady and rhythmic he was that night, with his thrusts. In and out, in and out, deeper and deeper, pressing your crotches together, burying his stiff cock inside of your warm hole.

"Oh, god, Cillian!" you called out again as his strokes intensified. Your moans and groans grew louder as did his grunts.

As the minutes passed, your pace increased rapidly and both of your bodies were rolling and undulating in a languid rhythm. You probed each other's mouths eagerly as you could barely hold onto him, your hands desperately clutching at his sweat-slicked back.

Cillian’s solid body worked every muscle and sinew to drive the most pleasure from the moment and his hand gripped your outer thigh as your legs clamped to the side of his body.

Cillian then rolled up onto his knees and you grabbed the blanket beneath you hard and arched your back as he took hold of your hips and pulled you on to his cock over and over again.

“Fuck, this feels so good” Cillian groaned as the moist slapping of your bodies coming together was alternating and mixing with your gasps and heavy breaths.

"Yes. Fuck me harder Cillian. Fuck me as hard as you can” you then moaned as Cillian stole an appreciative look at his cock sliding into your swollen pussy before picking up the pace.

He rocked you harder and faster, his cock swelling painfully. Your ample, round breasts shuddered in circles with every stroke.

"Cillian!” you called out through the roughness in your throat and when you did manage to focus your eyes upon him, you were greeted with the image of a handsome, over-heated man, leaning over you and pouring his lust into you.

“I am so close” you eventually announced as it was sweltering hot in the room now.

“So am I babe. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum” Cillian groaned as he dug his fingers deep into your hips now. His thrusts grew even faster, harder, more erratic. He pulled and pushed at you roughly and you continued to hold his hair tightly.

“Cum inside me. Oh god yes” you moaned as your back strained to an impossibly high arch, Your head was rolling back over the pillow and you grit your teeth, parting them only to call out towards the ceiling.

"Cillian!” your voice was raw but still the sounds of your groans continued to grow louder.

Slapping flesh, strained moans and cries and the sounds of your lustful coupling were enough to wake the forest beyond the walls of the cottage. He leaned back on one hand, his other supporting your arching back and thrust upward, raising your butt high off the ground, hitting your cervix hard again this time and, eventually, you screamed.

Your body quaked and you felt Cillian fill you with his throbbing, swollen cock as, together, you climaxed. You were focused solely on Cillian now as he poured himself into you, arching and bucking and, just as he filled you with his cum, you felt an electric rush cursing through your body. Your fingers wrenched at his hair, your toes curled and your body tensed so hard, you thought you would explode.

Your bright eyes, rounded wide open along with your mouth and you cried out again.

You came hard a fast and Cillian could feel the sweet warmth and silkiness of your juices surrounding his cock. He grasped at your slick, soft hips pumping as long as he could. He grit his teeth and then raised his head as he filled you with yet another spurt of his seed. It seemed to burn and stream relentlessly as his throbbing cock unloaded everything it had built up.

Eventually though, your bodies started to relax. Almost painfully, both of your fingers eased their grasps. Cillian slumped on his knees and you lowered yourself down from the strained crescent you had shaped your body into. You felt him slide out of you and, just as he did, Cillian ran his hands through his damp hair, sucking in oxygen, feeling the strain on his ab muscles.

“This was incredible” you acknowledged as, after momentarily regaining your breaths, you looked at each other.

“It was. Fuck” Cillian cursed as he managed to smile first. His head was clearing and delirious thoughts were replaced by a feeling of overwhelming satisfaction while you relaxed against the pillows and pulled him down to join you.

“This is the best weekend ever and it isn’t even my birthday yet” you told him before Cillian cleared his throat said “No, not until Tuesday, but you may as well enjoy another few days of being twenty something” he joked, seeing that he still believed that you were going to turn thirty and, of course, when he said those words, your guilt crept back into your mind and you passed a few minutes in silence. You knew that you had to tell him but you did not want to ruin this moment, which is why you decided to put it off, again…

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x y/n #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy x you #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic

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CUDDLES WITH ENHYPEN

PAIRING. boyfriend!enhypen x gn!reader

GENRE. fluff, headcanons

WORDS. 865

WARNINGS. none really (let me know if there should be!)

A/N. yes i'm writing during my trip, pls ignore what i said about not doing that 😬. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated <3 requests are open if you'd like to read something similar (or different). thanks for taking the time to read this!!

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lee heeseung — a lover of cuddles. he will never pass up on the opportunity. he's got a garden of pillows and blankets on his couch. people often assume they're there because he tends to crash out on his couch (hence why his back is always aching) and while that may be true in part, the actual reason is so that he can cuddle with you as comfortably as possible. sometimes he even hugs his blankets and pillows, pretending that it's you instead. cuddling is such a habitual activity for you both. you go from sitting side by side to laying down together in the blink of an eye, regardless of the time. heeseung just loves holding you close, being able to smell your hair and feel your heartbeat synch with his own. SMALL SPOON.

park jongseong — he doesn't mind cuddles. if you wanna cuddle, he'll “agree” to it. but when he's feeling affectionate and wants to cuddle, he'll play it off as wanting a long hug in bed. it's not because he's embarrassed or anything like that. he's just shy and for some reason admitting he wants to cuddle out loud is impossible for him. i feel like jay fosters this eternal warmth. he's comfy and cozy 24/7. he doesn't need any blankets or pillows, nothing. this guy could cuddle you on the floor and you'd still enjoy it, no doubts whatsoever. he always tucks your head under his chin and he constantly has this peaceful, unbothered, blissful smile on his face whenever you're in his embrace. BIG SPOON.

sim jaeyun — the literal definition of a cuddle bug. jake believes the solution to everything is cuddles. dude will literally step away mid fight and tell you that he's too tired to keep bickering with you so if you're ready to calm down just meet him in bed (that sounds so suggestive but he always means it innocently). jake is definitely very good at conveying his thoughts verbally, but sometimes its best to just let your actions take the stand. and it just so turns out that how he feels is very clear from the way he cuddles with you. if he's facing away from you, maybe he's a little cross, if he's the small spoon, he's feeling apologetic, and if he's the big spoon, he's forgiving you. cuddling’s a love language with him. BIG AND SMALL SPOON.

park sunghoon — groans and complains when you force him to cuddle with you but everyone and their mom knows that he loves it so much (perhaps even more than you). physical affection really isn’t his strong suit. especially when he's the one who's supposed to be giving it. and cuddling’s a two party task so he freaks out a little. but like, compared to when you first even proposed the idea of cuddling to now, he's definitely warmed up a lot. he doesn't shy away from your embrace anymore and he always cuddles you back. sunghoon likes that he can be close to you without having intrusive thoughts eating away at him subconsciously. BIG SPOON.

kim sunoo — cuddling with sunoo would literally be so heavenly, i cannot tell you enough. he's so warm and bubbly and affectionate. of course he gives great cuddles. he hugs you tight, he warms you up from the inside and the outside. neither of you can stop smiling. cuddling with him is so fun you don't even require the accompaniment of other entertainment like a favorite movie or tv show. after a long day, when he's way too tired to be himself, he'll cuddle with you so that you know he's doing alright. often wordless, your embrace declares enough. BIG SPOON.

yang jungwon — a shy cuddler. he gets so flustered whenever you link your arms around his waist or rest your head on his chest. he knows you can feel how significantly his skin has heated up and how fast his heart is thundering, and that only embarrasses him more because why is he so shy around his significant other? it did take him some time to feel confident about initiating and providing physical intimacy. but now he knows that if he feels comfortable, you're comfortable as well. and oh, the giggles. both of you are in such a sweet and fluffy mood that some cheesy lines slip and you both just can't stop laughing about it. SMALL SPOON.

nishimura riki — annoys the shit out of you. he'll squeeze you super tight and act all innocent when you complain. you're the one who wants to cuddle so you have to take what he's giving you, no objections whatsoever. but when he wants cuddles, he expects to be treated like a little prince. play with his hair and tell him everything you love about him. but don't you dare coddle him like a baby. if you do he'll get all sad and blue and it'll ruin his mood (yes he's a drama queen and yes he's a big baby). cuddles are like a last resort to boredom. if there's nothing else to do, he'll come and cuddle with you. 9/10 times he falls asleep in your embrace. SMALL SPOON.

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shadowphoenixrider · 4 days

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Personal Gambit Headcanons

Due to his powers, Gambit finds it very hard to sit still for long periods of time - thankfully small movements can calm this need, like finger-tapping. It's another reason why he practises his card-tricks in his downtime

It makes him an active sleeper, often rolling over and shifting about the bed when asleep, alternately curling against and moving away from any people he is sharing the bed with.

On the rare occasions when Gambit is caught napping, his body twitches rapidly during REM sleep, much like an animal.

Gambit will always pet stray cats, and they tend to be fairly amenable to his presence, either unbothered or rubbing around his legs. Despite his best efforts, he's not managed to convince the others to adopt one

He doesn't mind dogs, but some unpleasant run-ins with some when he was younger has made him wary of them, especially guard dog breeds.

He won't go out of his way to read himself, but it's not unusual for Gambit to read books from over peoples' shoulders out of curiosity. He'll get stand-offish if caught or teased about it

In a similar vein, Gambit is a very good listener and is content to listen to someone rattle off about something they're passionate about, or just in general. He'll sometimes bring things he's learnt this way up in conversation

He's absolutely an eavesdropper because of this, yet Gambit tends to keep what he learns to himself.

Well, Gambit might tell you. If you can give him some gossip in return (or beat him in a card game).

Gambit's occasional tendency to announce himself is mainly because he's suffered far too many startled reactions for turning up without people noticing he's there.

He also causes consternation for just disappearing from groups without warning (Scott's chewed him out for this several times, which only seems to make him do it all the more)

Has absolutely spooked people deliberately by standing in the dark so only his red eyes can be seen.

He tries not to cheat at card games, but he knows all the tricks and can switch very quickly if he doesn't want to lose.

Used to smoke, quit when he became an X-Man. Although it's been quite a while now, he'll still chew something to prevent the craving when he's anxious or stressed.

Gambit keeps a lot of things in his trenchcoat, and tends to have any odd end that you need like a pencil tucked away, as well as lockpicks and other sundries.

Can pole-dance, and as a result tends to hang from things at extremely weird angles. Proud of his prowess and doesn't take much convincing to get him to show off. Has absolutely jumpscared someone by saying hi whilst hanging upside down from the ceiling by his legs.

This man cannot sit normally on a chair even if he tries.

He'll deny it, but it tends to be Gambit who'll initially take extra care of newer members of the mansion/school, keeping an eye out for them. He steps back once they find their feet, with exceptions (like Jubilee).

Decided to annoy Cyclops one time by switching into Cajun French and talking shit. Learnt extremely quickly that the local telepaths will still know the jist of what you're saying, though.

Don't try to annoy him by speaking deliberately bad French at him; he will just respond in kind and won't switch back to English until you yield.

Once was thrown like a javelin by Rogue. Whilst effective, he'd would prefer not to repeat the experience - "Gambit gonna leave dat sorta thing to Wolverine."

Gambit's bisexual and Marvel will have to tear that fact from my cold, dead hands

#headcanon #gambit #x men gambit #cajun card thrower husband #these are just my thoughts #might add to this in future

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blueparadis · 2 years

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꒰ NANAMI KENTO + PRAISE KINK ꒱

꒰+꒱ content warnings — afab-reader, explicit smut, teasing, domestic fluff, f!oral,m!oral, m!receiving, blow job, praise kink, Nanami is just tensed, power play, power imbalance,mention of yu haibara.word count — 1k

꒰+꒱ notes — via this line paradis is now connecting to @sanjithesimp @yuujispinkhair | event masterlist.

“Yu, stay right here and watch carefully!”, Nanami contorted as he spoke before turning and walking towards the end of the corridor. “Just be careful when I'll knock, three times.”, haibara tartly reminded him before he was walking into a freshly sprouted catastrophe.

“yeah, yea- the usual. I know ”, his lazy remark faded with his figure as he turned to face the door of your room.

His breathing was erratic. He was nervous. How could he not? He was visiting your room, on his wedding day. Scandalous, more previously, impulsive but he was getting more and more restless in his room.

And, his beloved seniors, Satoru and Suguru weren't much help. Thanks to his best friend, Yu haibara who kept them busy with handling the guests and took his whiney ass at your doorstep. He exhaled a deep breath before knocking.

“It’s me!”, a husky voice perforated through the door and your friend, Sachiko, who is your bridesmaid shot you a smile before walking up to the door.

You took the moment to wrap a silk bathrobe and as the door opened you saw your fiancé in a plain white shirt and trousers.

“I’ll wait outside!”, Sachiko assured but Nanami was about to protest but she eyed him because she knows you'll be needing privacy for this man.

“Hey!”, he uttered with a grin smothering his face. “Nice weather, isn't it?”. It was raining. You liked it but he seriously couldn't just come up here to say that did he?

Nanami is a man of resolve and ethics and it's astonishing enough to expect a visit even if he joked about this a lot when you talked about the wedding. Just how nervous was he.

“I was bored. Gojo and Geto were eating every cell of my brain. I was about to pluck my hair out but thanks to Yu—

Nothing after that came out through his lips registered in your brain. He was so adorable. You've never seen him like that, senses tensed and drowning in nervousness. So, you couldn't help but kiss him to calm him down.

That worked wonders. He stopped talking but as his eyes bored into yours you muttered, “uh-oh!” and the very lips you kissed curved in crescent pulling you closer.

“Oh my god. What. are. you. doing?”, you wanted to scream at him but that would make things messy. “I was supposed to ask you that.”, he quipped and you hated how he had you under his spell.

You broke free of his embrace and walked up to the mirror. “Well, you were nervous. Now you're not!”, you turned around only to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with confusion lurking underneath his irises.

“Hey? what's wrong? Was it the kiss?”, you crouched as your knees touched the floor to get a good look at your man. He was in shambles and it was turning you on.

Never before in six years of relationship you've seen him this worried. “if it was about the kiss, I'm sorry.”, you rested your palms over his thighs. He was unbothered. “No”, he replied eyes still unable to meet yours. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” his eyes shifted on you,

“And now, I don't wanna go.” You blinked. Once. Twice. Is he being serious? Or is he just teasing you? You couldn't tell but you'd be a fool to let this opportunity slip because live-in with him came with a lot of sex yet when the wedding bells rang you could have sworn that you hated the petty ceremony that was something like an official declaration of “oh we're just going to fuck eacthother’s brains out before babies pop outta’ me”

Swiping away such thoughts you slid your hands up his thighs as you whispered, “Well, let me help you with that. ’can give you something to occupy your mind.” Before he could put two and two together you unzipped his trousers, sliding down his boxers having his cock in your hand.

The tip was limped, he was turned on. You guessed probably it was his distance for the last few weeks from you that pushed him to think of you, that made him drop a visit today but when you looked up you noticed his eyes were on you, on your glistening skin, the perked nipples.

Without a word, you took his member in your mouth. At first, you gave a few broad sucks over his girthy cock, and when you heard his moans taking a glance you started to suck the tip like a lollipop. He was throwing back his head with the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth, hands gripping the bed sheets because you picked up a little speed.

You pulled away, strings of saliva coating his tip and it leaked a little bit of pre. His hand was about to do the rest since he is trying his best to have you on his lap to fuck you witless but started to pump his cock steadily as you sat beside him.

Kento didn't want to curse you, especially on his wedding day but you were pressing his buttons. He kept groaning, trying his best to suppress his moans but eventually gave in as his lips crashed onto yours. It tasted of sheer hunger for you and desperation to devour you.

And you reverted with the same intensity as you gave his hard cock a few more strokes. white spurts leaked a little feel on the floor. "Ah fuck", Nanami blurted out loudly. He hadn't felt that in a while, the euphoric high whenever he's inside you.

You cupped his face gaining his attention mustering up all the courage to say, "Good boy!" and that ticked off his patience. He let out a throaty chuckle and leaned closed to your ears, "Oh dear! how the tables have turned", making you smile.

Before leaving your room he remarks, "You're going to pay for the stunt you just pulled baby"

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Continuing explorations through the sewer, really hoping to find Minsc one of these freaking days, and we still haven't found him, BUT LOOK WHO WE DID FIND!

Our vine-touched tiefling adoptee, surrounded by a bunch of dead bodies.

I'm getting Sandal vibes. ENCHANTMENT.

Hector and Karlach (who definitely were feeling a smidge parental towards Arabella by the end of the shadowlands) are glad to see she's not dead. But also, girl, what are you doing down here? O.O

Narrator: Arabella seems not to notice you as you approach. She's as intent on examining a peculiar stone as she is unbothered by the corpses littered on the ground.

Even the narrator sounds a bit bewildered by the situation.

"Arabella?" Shadowheart asks with concern. (OK maybe the whole team was feeling parental towards Arabella. XD )

The girl turns around slowly, then grins up calmly at them. "Hey! I had a feeling you'd show up. It's sort of our thing. Like it's fate or something."

She sounds utterly unphased by the situation. Despite it having been only a month or so since she left their company, she seems much older - her bearing steadier, her grim calm and collected - almost to an unsettling degree.

"Check out the stone," she goes on, jerking her head to indicate the object she was examining. "It's magic. Incredible, right?"

Hector blinks and looks past her, curious in spite of himself.

[ARCANA] Study the stone.

Narrator: You are flooded with memories of the distant past. Creatures slain, lovers reunited, spells crackling through the air. The stone holds records of all who have passed by it. Arabella is collecting them; it's as natural as breathing to her.

Hector's head snaps back and his eyes widen. What...? The vine-entangling magic Arabella displayed in the shadowlands was intense enough for a ten-year-old to bear, but this...

What is this? And how did this happen at all, for surely these powers did not come from the Idol of Silvanus, no matter what Arabella claimed. And what is she being driven to do?

"You're right..." he says shakily. "That stone is incredible. I saw past events as if I'd been there myself..."

"And I've only scratched the surface!" Arabella says eagerly. "I want to know *everything*." Her eyes widen; her fingers twitch at her sides with unspent energy. "Bone Man was right. The Weave will take care of me. I just need to listen."

Hector frowns. He doesn't understand what's going on here, and that makes him very uncomfortable. "There are corpses everywhere," he says, deliberately making his tone as firm as possible to hide his confusion. "What happened?"

"Bandits," she says matter-of-factly. "Came at me with daggers." Her eyes narrow and her face screws up in tight anger. "They didn't know who they were messing with."

"Have you been on your own this whole time?" he asks, his frown deepening.

"Yes," she says promptly. "And I like it that way. Bone Man told me to follow the Weave, to let it guide me. I've learned a lot, thanks to him. And I'm still learning."

She draws back a step, crosses her arms. "Don't worry about me. I'll be just fine. I'll see you soon enough. Bone Man said so."

And with that... she turns away, resumes her intent study of the stone, and proceeds to seemingly forget all about his presence.

Strange... Hector looks at the others, who all give him equally puzzled shrugs. None of them know what to make of this. Hector sighs. He's going to have to try to talk to Withers again about this whole situation, and he has no doubt of how well that will go.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOU GIRL #I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS

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nightcolorz · 5 months

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I would love a Louis/Armand cry me a river drabble! If you have the time of course. I really like your writing and you seem like a pretty cool but busy guy so if it doesn't work out I'll happily wait for more millenia gate!

u r so sweet anon tysm <3 I hope u enjoy this drabble. It was my first time writing loumand and my first time writing a Drabble so, lots of brave steps I’m taking here 😭. I rlly enjoyed writing this it was almost hard not to write more. Takes place during the relationship era in iwtv (book verse) post Claudia’s death where Louis and Armand are dispassionate lovers, Louis’s too sad after Claudia’s death to give af about armand, armand is hurt cuz he expected Louis to not be so affected, etc. Yay! Enjoy!

16-cry me a river

For all Armand said of my emotional distance and my coldness, he was essentially the very same. He kept himself carefully maintained and regulated, always in control. His thoughts were never not behind lock and key, so deliberately even my weak vampiric telepathy could sense that cage kept around his soul. I thought him mature for it. Could you believe that? I admired his wisdom, wished I could be so calculated in my frigidity. There were times when I played at reading with my eyes cast down, expression mild, and wished that I couldn’t feel myself trembling with emotion. I’d pictured Armand’s blankness and I’d envy that power.

But of course, Armand and I’s relationship was built on a series of lies, of illusions, and eventually- all these illusions had to fade. Armand was as alien to me as any stranger I’d kill in an act of selfish primal desire, and this was a revelation made gradually until our eventual underwhelming end. It was a moment not long before said end that a part of the seductive spell was broken. I was reading, unbothered and inattentive, and he stood in front of me expectantly. He peered down at me like a curious child observing a squashed bug beneath him. Encountering agony with the innocence of someone who could not understand empathy for things so beyond him. His eyes were wide and hypnotic, so striking I could’ve sweat. I avoided his gaze. I wondered if he’d dig his heel into my wing and spread my guts across the pavement. I wondered if he would instead hold me and perhaps put me in a jar so that he could observe me until I suffocated.

Suddenly the facade broke. Armand clasped my chin with one fine unmovable hand and held it so that he could look into my frightened eyes, so that I could look into his. For a split second he was calm, impassive. And then he crumbled so utterly I was startled. His face contorted into a portrait of such horrific suffering it almost seemed physically painful with its ferocity. His countenance was grimacing and tortured. It was like watching a wax face melting into a despairing puddle.

I was held in place, forced to watch those beguiling brown eyes glaze over red with vampiric tears. The blood pooled down his cheeks with the elegance of a bleeding wound. The powerful smell aroused in me an unwitting hunger that I felt close to ill with. I struggled in his hold. “Let go of me.” I said, bite-less, quiet. He remained. “Please.” I insisted. The agony in him was awful to look at. It repulsed me, I wanted rid of him. Armand let out a horrible gasp, like an animal close to death. He stared directly into my eyes as he sobbed. “Why do you do this to me.” I heard, thought maybe, felt inside me-as a reverberation inside my chest, repeated over and over like the pulse of my dead heart.

It took me a moment to register that these were Armand’s words. He had opened his mind to me only once, at this seemingly random moment, to communicate something meaningless and petty. I felt all together revolted in a way I had never been by Armand, my majestic mentor, my educated elder, my sophisticated cold lover. I was compelled to hurt him. “Cry harder.” I thought willfully, “Cry me a river. It’s good to see you cry. Like a clown parodying what a person feels, it’s almost cathartic. Go on, I enjoy it.”

I don’t know what compelled me to be so cruel. Whatever it was, it worked. He withdrew his hand carefully from my face as if scared to bruise it. The expression of anguish retreated gradually into the familiar mask of dispassion. He was stiff and his eyes were wide and large. His lips were swollen and glossy from the tears, his cheeks reddened, and I thought with some interest that I could see why a vampire had once loved him enough to preserve him for eternity. I could imagine that there had been a human there once, who with his passion and his life caught the attention of a greedy monster. He backed away from me with his eyes down, hands folded in front of his lap, and donned his coat and his hat with a normalcy that was almost comedic. I assumed that he was going out to kill, most of what he did when he was going out, and I hoped that whatever life that was lost tonight at his soft un-calloused boy’s hands would be taken very brutally and unjustly due to our encounter. It was comforting to think that, almost like I was real, and I was making an impact. I looked down to my book and re-read the opening sentence.

GIGGLES EVILLY HEHEE if u want to send me a Drabble prompt here is the prompt list I reblogged: https://www.tumblr.com/nightcolorz/735473060637016064/drabble-challenge-1-150?source=share

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bonkers-4-hatter · 2 months

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Anon asked: Hello may I request a matchup for Hetalia please? :) I’m a straight female and my name is Xiomara! I’m very shy, distant, quiet, and a little awkward. Basically a huge introvert at first. However, once I get to know you better or I at least see that you’re comfortable around me, I’ll get comfortable as well :) And once that happens, you could say I become slightly more extroverted. I get louder, laugh more, and am overall less shy, distant, quiet, and awkward. I’m also very sensitive and have tons of trouble speaking up for myself. When getting yelled at or just insulted, I try and act unbothered but I think everyone knows that I’m holding in my tears at that point… (it’s really embarrassing ok don’t judge 🫠) But one thing I can say is that I’m somewhat funny. When I feel comfortable around people or just someone, I usually let more witty and funny comments out. Hobbies I have are photography, gaming, golfing, bowling, board games, jigsaw puzzles, and listening to music! I mostly do these hobbies solo though since I’m either too scared or nervous to ask someone or even a friend to participate with me. My appearance usually consists of grey sweatpants, grey sweatshirt, and black boots— it’s usually my go to outfit since it’s pretty comfortable. At home, my hair is tied in a low ponytail. Outside however, my hair is let down. I let my hair down outside because I’m hella insecure about my side profile. I have a round face, curtain bangs, eye-bags, black hair, and really dark brown eyes :) some people say they look soulless but idk 🤷‍♀️ I think the only thing that’s preventing my eyes look completely soulless is the fact that I commonly express myself through reactions. I’m also 5’5 ft tall. I also tend to speak using a lot of “uh” or “um” because if usually when I don’t say those two words, I end up mixing up my words and my whole sentence just ends up sounding confusing 😬 Also, I smile at almost everything and anything. I’m one of those people where even in awkward, inappropriate, or tense situations— I’ll smile. It’s especially always common for me to smile when I’m nervous. Most people find this trait comical lol. But in situations where I shouldn’t be smiling but do, I never smile to upset people, I smile because I’m either extremely nervous or I just thought of something funny. Another trait I have that I’ve gotten called weird for is how often I laugh during the night rather than the day. I just feel like during the nights I remember more hilarious things than I usually do during the day. I also laugh really loud when I’m alone so I guess hearing loud laughter in the nighttime is in fact weird 🤥

Here you go hun! I hope you enjoy this matchup! You sound like a lovely person!

I match you with:

Alfred (America) from Hetalia:

He's fine with you being an introvert when ya'll first meet because it just gives him a chance to tell you about all the cool things he likes or what new show he's watching, honestly he'll tell you everything if you're willing to listen. Once you're comfortable with him, you guys are the funniest, loudest and happiest couple ever!

Has no issue speaking up for you if he needs to. Nobody will mess with you while he's around. Once of the few times he'll calm down and become serious is when he sees you need to cry, he can just tell. He'll be quiet and let you cry as much as you need to until you feel better.

Would be happing to bowl, do puzzles, game and anything else with you! As long as he's with you, that's all he needs. Date nights with ya'll consist of eating and doing different activities and he'll jazz it up a bit once in a while and suggest trying something new that both of you haven't done before.

Totally thinks your glasses and round face are adorable. He'll gush over how cute your face is and how much cuter your glasses make it. Also wants you to be comfy so you wearing your sweats is fine with him, heck, he'll get a matching pair to wear with you so you guys can twin it up.

Doesn't matter what time of day you laugh, he enjoys hearing you laugh and knowing what made you laugh. He'll sit and listen to the hilarious things you remembered at night and laugh along too.

#q #queue #que #matchup #matchups #APH #APH matchup #hetalia axis powers #hetalia #hetalia matchup #axis powers hetalia #axis powers hetalia matchup

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intheclearblueskies · 4 months

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They Ask You on a Date

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Tanjiro:

Tanjiro is understandably a little shy about asking you out. But once you accept, his happiness level skyrockets. He'll likely try to take you somewhere nice, but anything is alright in the end -- you may even spend your date taking a stroll around the mountain near Urokodaki's home.

He's a complete gentleman to you the entire time. Tanjiro was raised to treat girls with respect (and with Kie having just as hard a forehead, she wouldn't play around with that) and wouldn't dream of hurting you. He'll give you something before the date, such as picked flowers or something he picked up in a village.

The two of you manage to stay relatively unbothered. Zenitsu caught wind of the date beforehand and promised to distract Inosuke, and Nezuko was roped into helping him (not that she minded).

Nezuko:

Nezuko would ask you the only way she really knows how -- by giving you a gift and getting you to follow her. When you caught on, she'd smile happily and nod -- she wanted to spend time alone with you. (It would be very difficult not to break and fawn over her in the moment.)

Nezuko is sweet and thoughtful. Everything had been thought out beforehand (with her brother's help), whether it be a little moonlit stroll by the river or a dinner date at a cute little restaurant. She'd make you take your katana just in case someone (or something) interrupted you.

The two of you would be relatively unbothered by humans, at least. Zenitsu and Tanjiro promised to leave you alone (although Zenitsu was a little sulky about not spying on your date), and Inosuke didn't really care. Whether you get attacked or not is out of your hands, although you do exercise more caution on your date night.

Zenitsu:

It would take some hyping-up to get Zenitsu to finally ask you out, but when he does, expect that he'll try to treat you like a princess. He's far too sweet for his own good, and you sometimes have to dissuade him from doing more expensive things for you, like buying you a new necklace as a gift or taking you to a fancy restaurant in the city.

Of course, he's 120% a gentleman the whole time. He's really nervous about something going wrong, but your laid-back demeanor will do a lot to calm him down. Humor is a must, even if it ends in him laughing a little too much at every joke you make. Eventually he'll feel comfortable enough to enjoy the date.

He already made Tanjiro promise to leave you both alone for the date, and Inosuke really didn't care. The Kamado siblings are just happy to see you two getting along so well.

Inosuke:

It will take a few suggestions for him to finally ask you out somewhere. Inosuke is really stunted when it comes to romantic gestures, so if you both end up doing something like walking in the mountains, give him a little slack.

He'll likely be a little awkward about it until you break the ice somehow, though once he gets more comfortable he'll grow more confident in himself. His idea of a good time might be something like getting a big fish to roast or letting off some steam at a hot spring (don't worry, he'll likely not care about whatever you're rocking under your clothes and will respect your privacy to a degree). Praise is a must with him, because there's a first time for everything, and Inosuke hates looking like a fool in front of those he admires or cares about. Just let him know that you're enjoying the activity and that he's doing good, and you're set for a happy boar man.

Tanjiro and the others already promised to leave you alone (really, Zenitsu swore up and down that he wouldn't disturb you two even if he were dying; dramatic, but on-brand). Tanjiro seemed happy enough that you two were getting on so well, and Zenitsu was just happy that Inosuke was mellowed out for a while.

Giyuu:

It'll take a few encouragements for him to make a move. Giyuu doesn't know much about dating, and he'll probably have to be all but drop-kicked through your door with flowers and a sign that says "Please go with me to (insert location here) on a date". Even then, he'll be incredibly shy about it -- not stuttering, but very quiet.

When you say yes, he'll relax somewhat, but still be a little tense while you're on the date. He really, really doesn't wanna mess anything up. Whether it's a quiet walk somewhere or a picnic or even a cute little boat on the river, he wants everything to go as smoothly as possible. Just enjoy yourself and he'll unwind.

Usually none of the others will come near you two on a date. Shinobu may check in once in a long while to see how you two are getting on, but the rest don't really care (except for Mitsuri, who usually accompanies Shinobu).

Kyojuro:

When he has free time, he'll ask you to go on a date. He's pretty casual about it (well, as casual as Kyojuro can be about things), just happy to be with you for the day. He shows up at your home with a (f/flower) and asks you to go with him.

You'll end up doing something peaceful, like sitting by a river or taking a hike up the mountains. He likes to unwind with activities like this to remind him about life outside being a pillar. He likes to take you with him because you're special to him and he wants you to be a bigger part of his life. It's all really sweet. You two end up at the summit with a blanket and a lunch basket, spending the afternoon eating, laughing, and talking.

The other pillars usually agree to let you two have your time alone, even Mitsuri (although she's a little pouty about not being able to see you two 'in your element' as she describes it).

Muichiro:

Muichiro can be a bit spacey at times, so don't be offended if he mentions a date offhandedly or if he forgets to ask you. He's still a little nervous to ask, and may put it off just because it's stressful.

The two of you will probably go on something low-key. Birdwatching is fun on sunny days, or you may sit by the river with snacks and just enjoy nature. Muichiro likes to rest his head in your lap as you tell stories. Your voice is soothing enough to put him to sleep.

Usually the others agree to leave you alone. Tanjiro takes the others somewhere while Mitsuri just spies from a distance (but rarely).

Shinobu:

As soon as Shinobu finds some free time, she's taking you on a date. Be prepared for her to be at your doorstep wanting to take you out somewhere.

If you're lucky, she means to take you to a nearby festival or hot spring for a day of relaxation and fun. But sometimes she means letting off some steam at karaoke or taking a run through the mountains. She can be very mischevous when it comes to what she wants to do; usually you have no idea what she's planned until you get there.

The others don't really get involved with you two (unless you two end up going to the Butterfly Estate). Mitsuri is especially happy for Shinobu and may very rarely check up on you (from a distance) with the butterfly girls.

Gyomei:

It may take him a while to ask you, mainly because over time he's come to see you as a true ally (and almost like one of the children at his temple). But when he does, he asks you if you would accompany him somewhere (with your parents, embarrassingly, watching from around the corner).

You end up doing something quiet, like sitting somewhere and talking or (on very rare occasions) watching the full moon from the safety of your garden. He may cry a little during the date, but it simply means he's honored to be with you.

The others won't interfere, mostly because either they don't care or they respect Gyomei enough to let you two be. (Usually it's a fusion of the two.)

Sanemi:

He'll be very stubborn about it, but after a kick in the pants (maybe by a certain hanafuda-earring-wearing Kamado boy, and quite possibly literally), he'll basically shout at you to go on a date with him, blushing the whole time.

What you do is random. Sometimes he'll take you to eat somewhere, sometimes he'll take you out to a bar to get turnt. He's not very picky about what you do, mainly because he doesn't know what to do on that front. He's pretty clueless the first couple of times, but when he finally begins to relax, he notes what you especially like and tries to take you to those spots. (You two go out drinking quite a bit.)

The rest don't bother you two. Either they're intimidated by Sanemi, they don't care, or they just have better things to do.

Akaza:

Akaza will be a little hesitant to do so, but he'll likely ask you to do something a little more special with him.

Usually this means taking a stroll or finding a quiet spot to have a snack (surprisingly, you packed him something to eat too, as skeptical that you were about him eating human meat around you).

Douma:

On your next visit, he took you in for a private talk and explained that he recently discovered that he had a crush on you, and he wanted to know what you could do about it. You were surprised, but his reaction to it made you laugh. You explained that when humans felt romantic feelings for one another, they usually went out on dates together. He didn't know what those were, so you explained it. After your chat, he nodded and asked you on a date that same evening.

The two of you end up walking around, or perhaps sharing a special meal together in privacy. He's a little unsure of what to do, but he's open to doing whatever you want so that he can get a better grasp of what's acceptable.

Kokushibo:

Unfortunately for you, ya boi Kizuki One is old-fashioned when it comes to romantic gestures.

He's incredibly standoffish when it comes to affection of any sort, aside from a nickname he may give you (no doubt attributed to your breath style). He asks you to accompany him somewhere, such as a little secluded tea place in Asakusa (owned by demons) to sit in or on top of a cliff where you can stargaze. He never lays a hand on you, save for holding your shoulder so that you don't get lost in a crowd, and he hardly looks at you, but whenever you get an awed expression on your face, he glances over with a softer look than usual.

Muzan:

Muzan will probably have a little bit of flair when he/she asks.

In his female form, Muzan will dress up nicely and ask you out to a private little spot owned and operated by his underlings so that you can have a nice dinner together. Or he can take you to the very tops of the buildings in the city to look up at the sky. He's not picky, because he knows you'll do just about anything. (Not to say he'd take you back to your apartment for takeout and makeout, of course. He's a real classy sumbitch who will at least wait until the fifth date to try anything more physical.)

Yoriichi:

Yoriichi would be pretty plain, but would attempt some level of style.

He isn't the type to do big sweeping gestures, but he does like to make you feel special. If he does ask you on a date, it'll likely be to somewhere nice, like a restaurant or festival. Even though he doesn't care much for being near others, he makes exceptions sometimes just for you. He likes seeing you happy.

#kny x reader #female reader #kny scenarios

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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(a little bit of the conclusion for Grif and Simmons going on an actual date, because I had a lot of fun with Kai here! warning for swear words and mentions of some mature activity previously happening I guess, but this is mostly just silly~)

After looking in the fridge, Simmons told Grif he’d get them something to eat and drink, so Grif walked into the living room to wait, flopping down on the couch. After just a few moments of quiet, the door suddenly slammed open.

“What’s up bitches, I’m home!” Kai loudly called out her greeting, and bounced her way into the apartment.

“Welcome back,” Simmons replied to her from the kitchen. “Where are the others?”

“Oh, Doc went to join Donut ‘n Wash ‘n Caboose at the museum, and the others went to the yee-haw thing. I think they want to make fun of Church in the cowboy hat Tex got for him. So, Romeo! Where for art is my bro?” Kai walked over and leaned against Simmons as he got some food together.

“Pfff, he’s over on the couch,” Simmons chuckled, tilting his head in that direction. Grif raised one hand up from where he was lounging, so she could see it above the back of the couch. Kai bounced over there now, jumping up over the back, so she could land beside her brother on the cushions.

“Hi, Dex! How was the date?” She asked him, grinning.

“Good,” he answered, sprawled out comfortably on the couch.

“That’s all you have to say? Good? After everything I went through, making sure you morons had an enchanting evening!” Kai smacked at her brothers knees, but he looked completely unbothered by her antics. “Did anybody ever give ME a romantic night like this? Fuck, no! You would always lie to my dates, trying to scare them! You used to say some bull-shit about how you just escaped from prison, or you got bit by a werewolf and then got bit by a vampire so you were a turbo-monster, OR you personally knew the NINJA TURTLES and would tell them to beat-up anybody who didn’t have me home on time! Do you remember that, Dexter?”

“… w’ssat?” Grif said after a long pause. Jeez, he seemed totally distracted. No, more than that; it was like he had gelatin in his head instead of brains. True, her brother could be a total space-cadet sometimes, but this was a whole other level. Not only was he not paying attention to ANYTHING, he had a dreamy look on his face…

“Dude, are you high right now?” Kai asked. Not a bad thing if he was, but he better hide his stash before Donut got home.

“No~” he snorted laughter. In the kitchen, Kai could hear Simmons laugh as well.

Kai took a closer look at Dexter; he was zoned-out, and the epitome of relaxed. Again, hardly unusual, he was just like that. Still, something was different. It was almost like he was drunk, and all his thoughts were one big blur. Clearly in a very good mood. Sort of… serene, but in a goofy way. He sounded all fluttery and cheerful, but calm. What else? She felt like it should be obvious…

“OH MY GOD!” she cried out suddenly. Her brother just kept smiling at her, confused by her outburst, but not concerned in the slightest.

“What’s wrong?” Simmons asked, coming over to stand by the couch.

Kai looked him up and down; his long hair was loose, out of the ponytail. He looked like he had just showered. In fact, so did her brother. Simmons was a little more focused and coherent, but he had this vague aura of satisfaction and fulfillment… a bit like a glow. An afterglow. Both of them looked like they were recovering from being totally blissed-out.

“YOU!” Kai pointed an accusatory finger at Simmons. Grif continued to giggle, though he was beginning to catch on to Kai’s train of thought.

“What?” Simmons was still lagging behind.

“YOU FUCKED MY BROTHER SILLY!”

Grif’s giggles turned into a shrill scream combined with strangled and choked laughter. He turned slightly on the couch, burying his face in a pillow (he couldn’t deal with the whole concept of his sister talking about him, his boyfriend, and fucking in the same sentence). Simmons looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He was almost too surprised to be flustered (almost). Dozens of responses and excuses tried to take form in his head, some of them outrageous lies and denials beyond reason. Then something Grif said earlier caught in his mind.

“Technically, we didn’t fuck. Your brother just happens to like how handsy I am. Don’t be such a prude, Kai…”

Her jaw dropped. Grif howled with laughter as he rolled all the way off the couch, falling to the floor with a thud. Simmons cleared his throat, and attempted to keep his cool.

“Grif, I made us some tea and got some of that poundcake, and also a bowl of strawberries and apple slices. I’m taking it back to our room, if you want some…” he spoke in a forced, overly-serious robotic tone. With that, Simmons turned and walked away. Grif crawled across the floor around the couch, before finally getting to his feet and stumbling after Simmons.

“Prude? PRUDE? YOU are calling ME a PRUDE!?” Kai slammed her hands down on the back of the couch. “I am NOT a PRUDE, are you kidding!? I am the LEAST prudish person who has ever existed! I AM THE QUEEN OF ALL SLUTS! DO YOU HEAR ME!? THE SLUT QUEEN!!!”

“GOOD NIGHT, KAI! THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR HELP EARLIER! WE LOVE YOU!” Simmons yelled back. His voice finally cracked from nerves, and he shut the door before he started apologizing or trying to over-explain the situation (as if it wasn’t glaringly obvious and simple). Kai’s rant came to an abrupt end; it wasn’t fair, Simmons throwing around ‘thank-you’ and ‘I-love-you’ when she wanted to defend her honor. He really had turned into another brother, using emotional manipulation like that.

Back in the room, Grif fell onto Simmons’ bed, gasping for air. He didn’t know if he was more humiliated after getting caught after-the-act by his LITTLE SISTER, or more proud and amused with Simmons. Damn, Kai was right… he felt so silly right now. Maybe tomorrow he could be serious, but not yet. He was still on cloud-9, and had spent the whole day having fun with Simmons. He was too happy, and too silly.

Because Grif was stretched out on the bed, Simmons sat down on the edge, with Grif’s belly against his back. Grif snuggled closer, curved slightly so he could look up at the side of Simmons’ face.

“I can’t believe you said that to my sister…”

“Well, neither can I. But was I wrong?” Simmons held a strawberry out for Grif, who was now entirely too charmed by the idea of Simmons feeding him berries in bed to be concerned about anything else. They ate the fruit and poundcake, then drank down their tea. Grif got up one last time to brush his teeth with Simmons, who left him for a moment to put the wet bedding into the dryer, and then returned to see Grif was putting some new sheets and blankets on the bed. He said nothing, but smiled approvingly, and Grif just shrugged, as if this wasn’t the first time he had ever made a bed without excessive nagging.

#red vs blue #rvb #grimmons #kaikaina grif

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somuchbetterthanthat · 2 years

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Look at me, writing a snippet of one the seventh hundreds AUs that can be resumed in “twisted family”. Cw for vampires, onscreen turning someone against their will, and Jon and Elias not being very good or moral people about it, even if they do have lots of feelings for Martin.

It was always hard to ignore Elias, and it’s harder still these days, when Jon’s mind and body are so specifically attune to him, in ways both horrifying and fascinating that he doubts they’ll ever fully understand. He tries his best all the same, stubbornly staring at the mirror in front of him, but Elias’ fingers wrap around his own hands all the same, moving them firmly out of Jon’s hair. Jon does not exactly resist -- no point, with a husband with unnatural strength, but he presses his lips thin in disapproval, as Elias replaces him to unpin his curls.

“It was necessary,” Elias says, with no hint of apology in his tone. His voice is calm, unbothered, and his expression placid. If his gestures were not so gentle, if Jon didn’t know him better than himself, he’d easily believe that Elias does not care to have betrayed him at all.

He thinks of Martin, laying in a locked bedroom down the hall; how after a year of acquaintance, Jon had finally realized how young he truly was when he’d seen him earlier. A child, despite being thirty, despite being too good of a liar, despite being the one hunter to almost surprise Elias into surrender. A child to Elias and Jon’s century of existence. Someone who, a few hours ago, still had a beating heart, like Jon.

He says nothing at all to his husband, who sighs all the same.

“Would you rather I’d killed him?” he asks.

“You did,” Jon retorts, despite himself. His eyes met Elias’ in the mirror and he shivers as Elias reaches for the brush in front of him, sliding his cold hand into Jon’s hair.

“I ensured he’ll be able to stay with us,” Elias rectifies. “One way or another, Jon, this was to end in tragedy -- were you not blinded by your heart right now, you’d realize that we couldn’t let him live as he was. He’s... talented. Eventually, he might have discovered how to fully overpower me, and did something senseless in his love for you. Then we’d all have died. Or to prevent this I could have had sent him to the Lukases, or ensure we fled him until mortality caught up with him, but that would have broken your heart.”

“Don’t,” Jon warns. “Don’t pretend it was for me --”

“Not just for you,” Elias admits, easily. “In the end, I’ll always prioritize our survival over anything else; but here I had a choice, so I made it. He’ll stay with us. I’ll teach him, and you’ll feed him. I suspect in a decade or two, he’ll be happier than he’s ever been in his life.”

When he bends to press a kiss on Jon’s temple, Jon’s eyes flutter. The future Elias paints is not unpleasant; of course not. And he can admit, reluctantly, that he’s more angry at Elias for not warning him beforehand, for not giving him time to prepare Martin, ease him into it perhaps, that he is at the thought of Martin becoming a familiar face in their household. It’s only been the two of them for so long, beyond servants they have to hide much from and discard every couple of years, and Jon loves Elias more than any of other but Martin is -- Martin alighted something new in him. And Jon might not be a vampire, but he hungers for the novel feeling all the same.

“You won’t go near him,” he says. “Not again, not until I speak with him.”

“Fine,” says Elias. “We’ve already went through the most violent phase of it anyway; he shouldn’t be accidentally ripping your throat next time, and he’s yours to do as you please for as long as you wish.”

What does it say of Jon, that a shiver of warm pleasure trickle down his spine at Elias’ words? He’s yours. Yes. Martin’s his, just as he suspects he’s become a little bit Martin’s in the past few months. It sets a precedent, Elias turning someone like this for the first time, despite a century of model behaviour, and Jon’s all too aware of it. But for now -- for now, he supposes they must deal with what happened.

So Jon will take care of Martin. And Elias’ right, of course. They will make sure Martin’s happy, eventually.

#i'm fully aware that this one is going to interest exactly no one but hey: at least i wrote a bit of my little niche and i'm happy #jon x elias x martin #JME #tma stories #the magnus archives

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