#radiant trace rare

[lovenikkiclothes]

Based around the dress ‘Frost Night Mist’.

#love nikki #as cloud on my hair #frost night mist #perching on branch #radiant trace rare #intelligent and courageous #frozen cold light #only promise

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, p in v, cunningulus, rather soft Dabi Synopsis: Dabi was fervently yearning to partake in another round of euphoria with you Requested by: anonymous

MASTERLIST

A solitary sunbeam bestowed its gentle radiance upon the finely sculpted countenance of Dabi. He contorted his visage, narrowing his eyes and gradually blinking a few times, stirred from slumber by the luminous glow. With a sigh escaping his lips, he endeavored to shield himself from the solar rays by placing an arm over his face. However, the hour had long surpassed dawn's arrival, rendering him unable to succumb to sleep once more. Instead, he found solace in the rhythmic cadence of your tranquil breaths.

Dabi's countenance slowly adorned itself with a smile as he reminisced upon the passionate intimacy you both shared the previous night. It had been a Friday evening, and the LOV team had ventured to partake in libations at the bar in their mansion. They all needed some distractions after yet another difficult week.

Observing the gracefulness with which you engaged in mirthful conversation with Toga at the booth, and subsequently coaxing Twice onto the dance floor with his endearingly awkward fist pumps and uncertain dance moves, Dabi found himself utterly captivated by your every gesture. How fortuitous was he to have encountered a woman of such beguiling charm, genuine sweetness, and innate ability to put anyone at ease? Since you joined the League, Dabi was unable to divert his gaze or restrain his touch from you. Your irresistible allure captivated him, and he unexpectedly developed a deep affection for both your radiant persona and your lively demeanor.

The comfort of being nestled in bed with you filled Dabi's heart with contentment. 

That profound affection within him was kindled once you both departed from the bustling bar, and as soon as you both crossed the threshold of Dabi's room, he fervently disrobed your undergarments, firmly grasped your already moistened pussy, and passionately claimed your lips as his own.

In the annals of time, the subsequent events unfolded as an indelible legacy. 

Presently, he beheld your unadorned physique, ensconced in velvety coverings. The satin texture of your exposed shoulder allured him, accompanied by the emergence of a hickey and faint contusions adorning your neck and shoulders. He surmised that additional bruises might trace their mark upon your hips, a testament to the fervor with which he engaged you the previous night.

Regret tinged his expression; he acknowledged that he had been overly rough in his actions. To ameliorate the situation, Dabi leaned closer, his form enmeshing with yours, commencing a tender array of butterfly kisses and delicate caresses upon the bruised regions.

"Mmm...?" You vocalized, inquisitive, as Dabi's gentle ministrations roused you from the depths of slumber, drawing you into wakefulness.

"Good morning, babe," he murmured, his lips still bestowing soft affection upon your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied, your voice laden with drowsiness. "What time is it?" you queried, stifling a yawn.

"It is 7:00 AM," Dabi responded.

"Ah, let us indulge in even more repose, then. This is a rare luxury," you remarked, rolling over to face him. Both of you typically arose at 8:00 AM on weekdays for work, making this leisurely awakening a true indulgence.

"Indeed, Y/N," Dabi chuckled, his countenance now tinged with a touch of concern. "I trust I did not exert excessive force upon you during our encounter last night?"

"Why do you harbor such thoughts?" You responded, elevating yourself onto one elbow.

"Well..." Dabi's fingertips grazed gently across your contusions. 

You tilted your head to glimpse downward, observing the interplay of light purple and green splotches adorning your skin. "Ah, mere bruises. They shall mend," you offered reassuringly. "Moreover, last night's tryst happened to be one of the most ardently passionate experiences we have shared thus far, handsome!"

"Truly?" Dabi smirked, arching an eyebrow. "Nevertheless, I find myself remorseful. Allow me to make amends." He grinned, tenderly caressing your chin before lifting it to meet his own in a soft, tender kiss.

Dabi's kisses persisted, gently tracing his tongue across your lower lip. His lips moved with such deliberation and affection that you found yourself surrendering to the sensations, becoming one with his touch. Gradually, his tongue found its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss until soft moans escaped your lips.

His ardor only intensified, and he encircled his strong arms around your back, causing you to recline atop him, legs entwined, your bosom pressed firmly against his chest, as your lips continued their entrancing dance that seemed boundless in time.

Eventually, the need for air necessitated a brief respite. "Dabi!" You gasped, gently slapping his shoulder. "Let a girl breathe at some point!"

Dabi's brows ascended in astonishment, eliciting a profound chuckle from him. You sensed the reverberation of his mirth coursing through his frame beneath you, while you found yourself captivated by the endearing laughter lines encircling his eyes, which creased charmingly when he smiled.

"Very well, then. I shall bestow my affections elsewhere," he declared with a grin. Gently, Dabi guided your form to recline upon the bed, ensuring your head is cradled amidst a cluster of pillows. With purposeful tenderness, he commenced a journey of kisses, trailing along your neck and gliding down your collarbones until reaching your bosom.

"Mmm... You're truly indulging me today, huh?" You murmured with delight. 

Dabi merely smiled, his sizable and adept hands tenderly exploring your sensitive nipples, skillfully tugging and pinching the aroused buds while massaging your flesh.

Such exquisite sensations caused your back to arch involuntarily, and your breath quickened, escaping in rapid, gasping exhalations. At the sound of your voice, Dabi felt his arousal intensify. He reveled in the symphony of your passionate cries, knowing that he was the catalyst for your pleasure, an aspect that instantly aroused him.

Your knees glided upward, constricting around Dabi's torso, drawing him intimately nearer as he persistently caressed your chest, delicately tracing along the divide of your cleavage and teasing your nipples.

"Greedy, are we?" Dabi chuckled, his mouth engulfed between your supple mounds. 

Your response was an even louder moan of delight. Prior to meeting Dabi, you had never encountered such arousal from mere fondling. Now, a gentle touch from him alone could leave you dripping with desire.

Being acutely aware of his profound effect on you, Dabi commenced a deliberate descent along your body, until his warm breath tantalized your yearning core. 

You bit your lip in anticipation. "Darling, are you — Ah!" 

His tongue skillfully traced up your folds, stifling your question with a gratifying slurp. Dabi moved his tongue adeptly, traversing in and out of your wetness, confidently navigating your most sensitive areas to elicit the utmost pleasure. He lapped over your pussy, eagerly savoring every drop of your juices.

Your arousal manifested audibly, saturating the confines of the bedroom.

"Babe, do you hear this? You're such a lascivious enchantress," Dabi playfully taunted, now inserting two fingers into your moist entrance, strategically curling them to stimulate your sweet spot. He knew precisely how to make your body quiver with delight.

As if prompted by an invisible conductor, the moment he gained entry, an ecstatic exclamation escaped your lips, "Oh my, Dabi!" Your knees instinctively encircled his wrist, intensifying the rhythm of his finger's intimate dance within you. With each fervent thrust, your body responded, the pulsating sensations reverberating throughout your being. Streams of moisture cascaded onto the sheets, coating them in a passionate display, while his skillful hands expertly attended to your arousal, one tantalizingly exploring depths, the other delicately stimulating your most sensitive spot.

"Would you cum for me, little slut?" Dabi commanded, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, and you complied. Succumbing to the pleasure, you moaned his name repeatedly as the orgasm washed over you.

With your body still vibrating from the climax, Dabi positioned himself at your wet entrance and effortlessly slid his already painfully erect member inside. He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back; your tightness gripping him so intensely that he could barely contain the pleasure coursing through him.

"Damn, Dabi, it feels too good! You're stretching me so wonderfully!" You exclaimed, clenching the sheets tightly in your fists.

"That's it, my little slut, you're so wet for me, it's incredible." Dabi uttered, slowly thrusting his dick in and out of you. He adored the sensation of your body against his, as if you were custom-made solely for his gratification.

"Come here, baby," you coaxed, wrapping your arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss you. 

He continued the rhythm of his thrusts, expertly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, prompting you to wrap your legs around his lower back.

Your lips lavished every contour of his exquisite countenance, caressing him and intertwining your fingers through his luscious black locks. With each tender caress, you endeavored to manifest the profoundness of your affection for him.

"Dabi?" You whispered, your lips grazing the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, little minx?" He gasped, his composure already faltering under the intoxicating pleasure emanating from your intimate connection. His biceps flexed as he supported himself above you, hips undulating with fervor as he relentlessly drove himself into you.

"I love you, Dabi. You're my everything... Oh, fuck! That's it, babe!"

Dabi hesitated, gradually slowing his pace to catch his breath. He gazed deeply into your eyes, revealing the intensity of his adoration for you. He tenderly placed a hand on your cheek, and you leaned into his touch, cherishing the intimacy of that moment. "Y/N, you're too sweet for me," he exhaled. "I love you too." He confessed softly, sealing his heartfelt declaration with another gentle kiss upon your eager lips. With those words, Dabi grunted, pressing on against you, resuming his powerful thrusts as you gasped in surprise, surrendering to the ever-increasing intensity of his ardor, each impact resounding throughout your bodies.

"Oh! Harder, harder!" You encouraged, and your moans escalated in volume. That only served to embolden Dabi further, as he firmly grasped your sides, guiding you down onto his throbbing member while thrusting his hips upward with each fervent motion.

"Babe, I'm about to..." Dabi cried out, relinquishing his usual solemn composure to the euphoria of climax, releasing his thick, warm semen into your heated core.

"Yes!" You exclaimed, the intensity of your own orgasm surging once more.

With a deep groan, Dabi collapsed upon you, his member still intimately connected to your yearning entrance.

"Oof!" You sighed playfully, emitting a giggle. Dabi, you're too heavy for me! Please, get off!" You laughed, exerting pressure against his robust shoulders.

"No!" He teased, revealing his mischievous side. You adored those moments when he broke free from his composed, stoic persona and displayed his juvenile, boyish charm exclusively for you.

Beneath all that gravity lay an insatiable, delectable beast of a man, who was well aware of the art of bringing you to ecstasy while teasingly mocking you throughout. Oh, how deeply you adored this man.

After writhing in pleasure for a little while longer, Dabi eventually relented and withdrew from your slick, wet cunt. 

You theatrically gasped, taking in deep breaths now that his weight no longer overwhelmed you, and he responded with an eye roll and a laugh.

"What time is it now?" You inquired, your chest rising and falling, a light glisten of perspiration on your forehead.

Dabi glanced at you. "I don't care. I'm not leaving the bed today."

Turning to your side, you grinned at him. "Shall we go for another round then?"

Tags: @dabislittlemouse @grossograsso @misafiryanki @indignant-alpaca

#touya todoroki #dabi x reader #dabi x reader smut #bnha x reader #dabi smut #dabi #dabi x you #dabi x y/n #mha x reader #mha smut #todoroki toya x reader #x reader smut #mha dabi #bnha smut #touya todoroki x reader

[books-and-catears]

Stalemate

Solomon x GN! MC (Angst, Fluff, Suggestive)

You wake up in his bed again. Before him as usual. It's still too early for him. You cup his face and glance over his exposed neck. Spotless and unclaimed - unlike back in the future, where Asmo was sure to leave his traces.

Perhaps that was better. You wouldn't have had to fight your temptations to mark him as yours.

You place a secret kiss on his forehead and leave the warmth of his bed, adjusting the covers around him. You know better than to linger any longer.

"Good morning, my favourite apprentice."

You remembered your last sleepover. It was the best thing you'd ever woken up to. His smile was radiant and so full of genuine happiness - it almost slipped off your tongue.

You're so perfect...I love you.

Words you bit back and exchanged for a morning greeting. You hated doing it but you did not have a choice. Nothing good was going to come of it.

You start cutting up some potatoes for breakfast. In a few years you'd start to look older than him. And in a few more, you'd be reduced to a grave he'd bring flowers to once a few hundred years. The faster he forgot you the better.

Asmo could keep him company for much longer, keep him happier. You couldn't allow yourself to love him too closely - no matter how badly you wanted to.

"Gummorning, MC."

His early morning voice is deep and warm. Half-awake, he wraps his arms around you and leans onto you for balance. You secretly wish he never lets go.

"Morning, Solomon. Did you sleep good?"

You chuckle as he screams like a doting husband from the bathroom as he freshens up and you make his favorite meal.

"Breakfast smells good, honey!"

Maybe if everyday was like this, you would finally grow the courage to ask him for immortality.

Solomon was awake when you kissed his forehead. His hands twitched to grab you and keep you under the covers for longer. Today was one of those rare days he couldn't get a whiff of one of the demons on you.

Don't go. Please stay with me.

But you'd have to leave soon. Away to perform your attendant duties for those demon brothers. All seven of them you'd loved better than you'd ever love his sorry self.

They had a whole family to offer you, a lively house, daily shenanigans to make you laugh, and all of them beloved and accepted by their society. What could he possibly offer you that they wouldn't give you sevenfold?

But you appeared at his doorway most days with your pillows, looking exhausted. He tucked you in next to him, and you fell asleep hugging him tight, a small smile plastered on your face as you mumbled,

"You feel like home Solomon..."

How he fought with himself to keep himself from kissing you on the lips, to keep his hands from roaming even as you pressed yourself so ardently against him. Pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, he wished you goodnight.

Oh god, MC....if you knew what you do to me.

Forcing himself out of bed, he followed you into the kitchen. He would keep you in his sights until the very last minute.

He notices the prep of his favourite breakfast and his heart swells. His arms wrap around you letting go of his inhibitions for once. You don't push him away, leaning back toward him and smiling instead.

"Off to the washroom with you now, darling!" You laughed as you played the part of a fussy wife. Solomon looked at your matching toothbrushes in a kitty mug and felt hope ignite in his ancient heart.

Maybe if he pleaded on his knees, just maybe you might smile his way and say yes.

#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me solomon x reader #solomon x mc

[allmcl]

WICKED GAME │ Castiel Veilmont.

A quiet afternoon with your boyfriend couldn't seem like a better plan. But when two people are ridiculously in love, they always find something ridiculously more romantic to do.

pairing. castiel veilmont x f!reader

genre. fluff, suggestive.

setting. established relatonship, both are aged up.

content warning. kissing maybe? and castiel loves you too much :( (that needs to be a warning)

author’s note. im kinda nervous to post this 😭, pls tell me if you liked it, enjoy!!

The day was horrible, and all I wanted was to return to the comfort of my room and never leave. But since I discovered the comfort of being with Castiel in his house, simply talking about everything, resting, or any relaxing activity, I understood that there was nothing better than that.

"Feel better?" Castiel asked in a raspy voice, as if he had just woken up.

His finger gently tracing the curve of my back under my shirt sends an electrifying spark through my body. "A lot." I snuggle a little closer to him.

"I'll beat whoever hurted you." Castiel murmured.

I laughed. "You won't."

"Well, not if you don't tell me what happened."

I grimace. "It's not that important, seriously."

"If it concerns you, it's important to me." I don't see his face but I'm sure he's already frowning.

I managed to lean on him and stretch out a little and get a better look. I moved a little closer and my fingers stayed busy untangling the strands that fell into his eyes gray eyes, shining under the sunlight. "You look very handsome." The compliment slips from my mouth before I can think.

Castiel pauses for a second. "Do not change the subject." I would have believed him right if it weren't for the way his ears reddened and his expression relaxed.

"I'm serious." With the golden light from the window illuminating his features, and giving an even brighter shine to the red of his hair, I dare to say that I have rarely seen him so angelic.

He complains. "I knew you were obsessed with me, but it's starting to get embarrassing." Finally his smile escaped.

I rolled my eyes. "Wathever you say..."

A few minutes of silence were enough for the fatigue to dissipate a little. Between talks, Castiel and I were fully up and we were talking about everything and nothing, as usual. At this point in the afternoon, the radiant glow of the sun indicated that it was about to set.

With his eyes still closed, Castiel spoke. "I think about you a lot when I listen to music."

The idea took me by surprise and I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh yeah?" I smiled.

"It's a slow song."

"I thought you only listened to rock bands."

I have shrugged. "Not since I've known you." He confessed and seemed to avoid looking at me for a couple of seconds.

I stretched a little closer to him. "Can I hear it?"

Castiel seemed to hesitate for a moment, but soon agreed. He shyly reached over to turn on a music player and the song began to play. I know it! If I remember correctly, I may have mentioned to him at some point that it was my favorite. "Wicked games" started playing, and I couldn't help but get carried away by the melody.

"Come on!" I said, and got up from the bed. "Dance with me!"

Castiel shot me a horrified look before starting to complain. I slowly started dancing, and I offered him my hand to take, but he seemed prettysure that he wasn't planning on dancing with me.

"Please.." I wishpered.

Castiel could never resist that, so I noticed how he sighed heavily and barely stood up from the bed to join me. Although at first his movements were a little reluctant, he began to play along when I took him by the hands. We intertwined our fingers and I noticed how his grip was so delicate, but still firm.

The now dimly lit room gave everything a comfortable, homely look, and I felt like the time was frozen, and, for a brief moment, it was just the two of us. Castiel didn't dare say anything, but I could tell he was enjoying it too from the way he was watching me. His eyes shine and I can't tell if it's because of the light or some other reason.

"I wouldn't do this if it weren't for you." He reproached with a red face. I smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss him.

Although I expected the same gentleness with which he held me, Castiel caught me off guard and instead grabbed me by the waist tightly, pulling me against him. Our bodies continued to move to the music, only this time we were melted into each other. The strong smell of his cologne intoxicated me, and his body heat relaxed me. His lips kissed mine a little too roughly, but he always did it that way.

His hands caressed from the curve of my waist to my back and higher with constancy and softness, just like the gentle swaying of our bodies.

"It´s nice to have you close..." I quietly whisper, breaking the kiss for just a few seconds.

In response, I feel a warm kiss on the crown of my head. Being so tall, he always used to do that instead of kissing my cheek. My body gives up a little, and I lean against his chest. The song is still playing in the background, and I feel how his chest vibrates while he hums to the rymth of the song.

"This…is nice" He said softly. "Even if it's ridiculously romantic."

I smiled against him, and from the way he pulled me closer, I knew he had noticed. I always knew Castiel wasn't that good with words. But he made an effort for me.

And that was enough.

©allmcl !

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[codo17]

Stars Aligned

**I was inspired by the solar eclipse. It was my first time and probably last time experiencing it and it was everything! This is my first story so I hope you like it. English is not my first language so please do correct me if there's anything wrong. <3**

-> ~750 word

-> fluff

Today, April 8th, 2024, was destined to be a day etched into the tapestry of your shared history—a moment of cosmic significance that stirred excitement across North America. But for you and Jessie, it wasn't just about witnessing a total solar eclipse; it was about experiencing it together, sharing a bond that transcended mere scientific curiosity.

Since childhood, the mysteries of the cosmos had held you captive. From your early days crafting makeshift telescopes to the late-night stargazing sessions, there was an undeniable pull toward the heavens above. The infinite knowledge contained within trillions of light-years had always filled you with a sense of wonder and awe, making you feel simultaneously insignificant and connected to something greater than yourself.

Of course, you'd always dreamed of finding someone with whom you could share this passion—a kindred spirit who would listen to your ramblings about the Andromeda Galaxy and the Kuiper Belt with genuine interest. Someone who gave you the same heart palpitations and goofy smile that perseids did. And then, Jessie entered your orbit—a radiant burst of light in your universe.

Meeting during your college days at UCLA, she defied engineering student stereotypes with her intelligence, charm, and warmth. There was an instant connection, a gravitational pull drawing you together like celestial bodies in motion. You bonded over shared interests in Tim Horton's, Sidney Crosby, sustainable farming, and football, finding comfort and joy in each other's company.

As your friendship with Jessie blossomed into love, it felt like discovering a new constellation—a beautiful alignment of hearts and minds. Study sessions transformed into late nights spent under the star-studded sky, fingers entwined as you traced the paths of shooting stars, sharing dreams and fears in the quiet darkness.

Seven years had passed since those early days, but the magic between you remained as potent as ever. Jessie's beauty wasn't just in her freckled face or twinkling brown eyes; it was in the way she laughed, the way she listened, the way she made you feel like you were the center of her universe.

As the solar eclipse approached, you couldn't imagine experiencing it with anyone but Jessie. Together, you made plans to witness the celestial spectacle—a rare moment of cosmic harmony that promised to be nothing short of breathtaking.

Standing side by side, the air crackled with anticipation as the moon began its slow dance across the sun's fiery surface. Jessie's hand found yours in the darkness, fingers intertwining as you both watched in awe.

"It's incredible," Jessie whispered, her voice barely audible above the thrum of excitement. You stole a glance at her, struck once again by her beauty and the depth of her gaze.

Your heart swelled with emotion as you watched the eclipse unfold, feeling a sense of wonder and insignificance wash over you. It was as if the universe had paused just for the two of you, a moment of perfect alignment in an otherwise chaotic world.

As the eclipse reached its peak, you turned to Jessie, her face illuminated by the otherworldly glow. "I feel so small but so in sync with the whole Universe at the same time... I don't know how to describe it, it's just uniquely perfect."

Jessie nodded, her eyes reflecting the fading remnants of the eclipse. "It's like we're a tiny part of something so much bigger, yet connected to it in a way that's hard to put into words."

"I think you've said it all," you replied, grateful for her understanding.

As the eclipse waned and the world returned to normal, you felt a surge of love and gratitude for the woman by your side. Cupping her face in your hands, you leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips, savoring the warmth and sweetness of the moment.

"I love you so much, Jessie," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

Jessie's cheeks flushed with emotion as she met your gaze. "I love you too, as big as the whole world, y/n." She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close in a tight embrace.

And in that moment, as the last traces of the eclipse faded into the sky, you knew that your love for each other was as boundless as the universe itself. With Jessie by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, knowing that together, you could weather any storm.

As you both basked in the afterglow of the eclipse, the sky gradually regained its familiar hue, and the world resumed its normal rhythm. But the experience had left an indelible mark on your hearts, strengthening the bond between you in ways words could never fully capture.

#jessie fleming x reader #jessie fleming #woso #canwnt #portland thorns #chelsea women

[augiewrites]

"secret admirer" - dead poets society (part 4)

summary: y/n finds yet another note in their desk and sees something interesting on a late night walk home from the library

pairing: anonymous!dead poet x gender neutral reader

word count : 1.1k

previous | next

a/n: i think this is my favorite chapter so far—thanks for all the love on this story :)

Y/N didn’t receive another letter that week. Doubt was swirling in their mind—what if their admirer had lost interest? Maybe they met a real, feasible person and forgot about them. The endless swirl of scenarios was eating them alive. They needed a distraction, but they knew it wouldn’t do much for them. Their mind bounced straight back to their poet during any moment of silence.

They had taken Meeks and Pitts up on their offer to study with them, and they found themselves growing increasingly fond of the two boys. Y/N would be elated if their poet turned out to be anything like them.

Passion was a rare commodity at Welton, and dissent was especially hard to come by. Y/N had been beginning to feel as though they were the only person unhappy with being forced into conformity—or, at least, the only person willing to vocalize their discontent.

That changed as they got to know Meeks, Pitts, and, in turn, the random assortment of boys that popped in during these study sessions. They had forgotten how good it felt to speak their mind to non judgmental ears. Hell, even the ever-bashful Todd Anderson was slowly coming out of his shell in their presence.

The only issue, of course, was Charlie Dalton.

There was just something about the boy that got under their skin.

The line between confidence and arrogance was extremely thin, and Charlie was constantly teetering along that threshold. 

If there were a social hierarchy within the group, Charlie was at the top of it—and the boy was well aware. The other boys were often onlooking Charlie’s antics with a noticeable level of admiration.

Y/N knew that there had to be another layer behind—far behind—the boy’s often pompous attitude. After all, at every teenager’s core is a half-child that wants nothing more than to feel a sense of belonging. A level of vulnerability that most teenage boys don’t want being observed.

A level of vulnerability that Y/N didn’t stick around long enough to see in Charlie Dalton.

The boy in question was currently reciting an excerpt from Shakespeare’s The Taming of the Shrew.

“Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth,

Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,

But that our soft conditions and our hearts

Should well agree with our external parts?”

Y/N couldn’t help but think that his voice was quite nice—velvety and assured.

They shook the thought from their mind and opened up their desk. A gasp was suppressed at the sight of a neatly folded piece of stationary atop their mess.

Eager hands unfolded the parchment as discreetly as possible.

Darling Y/N,

Did you know that you get this adorable wrinkle between your eyebrows when you’re frustrated? I love seeing it almost as much as the dimple of your cheek when you smile.

In shadows cast by moonlight's gentle gleam, A heart entwined in love's elusive dream. Captivated by a smile so divine, Another's joy, a radiant sign.

Each curve and grace, a sunlit dance, Ignites a flame, a tender trance. In stolen glances, a world unfolds, Where every story of passion is told.

A symphony in the heart's soft sigh, A love that blossoms, soaring high. With every grin, a melody sweet, Two souls in rhythm, destined to meet. I hope to see that smile again soon.

x, Yours.

Y/N’s entire body was buzzing as they flipped to a blank page of their notebook.

In crowds unknown, a face concealed, Yet a whispering heart, its fate revealed. Mystery veils, like a silent star, In the vast unknown, I find you, afar.

No words exchanged, no history traced, Yet in your presence, a love embraced. Falling in realms of the unseen,  An enchantment, profound and serene.

Y/N ripped the page out and left it on top of the clutter within their desk. They didn’t look back once when the class was dismissed.

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“We should probably head back to the dorms if we don’t want to get reamed for missing bed checks.”

Y/N and Meeks were the only members of their study group left conscious. Charlie was long asleep—spread across the seats of four chairs.

“That’s too bad,” Y/N grinned, “this is the first time I’m actually enjoying Dalton’s company.”

“You always enjoy my company, Y/N,” Charlie muttered with his eyes still shut, “don’t lie to poor Steven.”

“Whatever helps you rest easy.”

Meeks just shook his head. the ghost of an amused smile threatening his lips, “you live in the East wing, right? One of us should walk with you.”

“I think I’ll survive, Meeks,” Y/N said on a laugh, “you need to be getting back to tuck Pitts in, anyway.”

The two exchanged good nights and good lucks on the Latin oral the next day before Y/N left Meeks in charge of rousing Charlie.

_________________________________________

It was uncharacteristically warm for late January, and Y/N decided to take the slightly longer scenic route back to their dorm. They would happily be chastised for getting back slightly after curfew if it meant they were able to be outside for a while and still be able to feel all their limbs.

A hushed giggle floated across the courtyard, snapping Y/N out of their thoughts. They spotted a familiar head of shaggy brown hair accompanied by another with perfectly curled blonde locks.

“Knox, really,” another giggle, “I have to go.”

“C’mon, Chris. Just a couple more minu—” his head snapped toward the sound of Y/N’s soft footsteps. The panic in his expression quickly melted into relief and a sly smile.

“Hurry, Chris! Hide,” he gently pushed the girl behind him, “we have a spy on our hands.”

Y/N stuck their hands in their coat pockets, feeling as though they were the one caught instead of the couple before them.

“Just an innocent bystander, I swear,” Y/N shot them a sheepish smile.

Chris nudged Knox, looking much more anxious than the boy.

He startled, glancing between Chris and Y/N with a soft, “oh.”

“Chris, this is Y/N—a friend of the poets,” poets? “Y/N, this is Chris, my girlfr—”

“His friend,” Chris interrupted, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

Knox held a hand over his heart, feigning offense, “she’s just in denial. Girlfriend.”

“Denial is probably the safest option here. Smart woman,” Y/N smirked at the boy, “I should be getting back. I’ll let you two…finish up here.”

Y/N barely registered the pair’s goodbyes as they walked away. Their thoughts were in overdrive.

I guess it’s not Knox. I should have realized that sooner. I guess that pathetic poem really wooed Chris. Y/N laughed lightly to themselves. What did he mean, “a friend of the poets”? 

The more Y/N found out, the more confusing it all felt.

~~~

part five

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #dps boys #dps #dps fanfiction #dps x reader #todd anderson #neil perry #steven meeks #gerard pitts #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #todd anderson x reader #neil perry x reader #steven meeks x reader #gerard pitts x reader #charlie dalton x reader #knox overstreet x reader #chris noel

[cambion-companion]

64 with aemond being the one unable to open his eyes <3

Aaahh yes of course, my friend!

Aemond x reader | Kiss prompts

Masterlist here

64. Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

The music of a crackling fire filled the air, as Aemond spun you around the empty room. Together, laughing, you had pushed the chairs back against the wall to create an open space just for the two of you.

His hand was tight on your waist, the other interlocking with your fingers. You didn't know if you were dizzier at your intimate proximity to the prince or from the way he kept insisting on twirling you, causing your skirts to flare out before they twisted to hug your legs attractively.

Aemond's eye was fixed upon your face. "You look radiant in the firelight."

He slowed until the two of you merely swayed on the spot, holding onto each other. "In moments like these I find myself wishing for my eye, the better to see you." It was rare for Aemond to mention his ever-present grief, the affliction that still festered in his heart.

In response you moved your hand, which had rested upon his shoulder, to press your thumb against his bottom lip while cupping his chin gently. You pulled, coaxing Aemond to lower his head, and touched your lips to his, molding a soft kiss. You tried to convey your love in the way your mouth moved upon his, the tender tracing of your fingers upon his jaw and up his cheek. Telling him through this lover's touch, how much you admired and wished to validate him.

With a deft movement, so familiar, you lifted the leather eyepatch off his face, revealing the sapphire that lay beneath. You broke the kiss only to place another one just beneath the gemstone eye. Aemond's face was still, peaceful, a small smile upon his slightly parted lips.

He kept his eye closed a moment, breathing in your scent, seeming to savor the feeling of having you in his arms, your hands touching him in the way he feared to crave. Moments ticked by as you continued to trace his features with delicate fingers, the only measure of time the sparking fireplace warming your back.

When Aemond did open his eye, his lilac gaze radiated such affection upon you it stole the breath from your lungs.

"I would be lost without you, Y/N." His voice was low and sweet as he tilted his head to kiss you once more.

#aemond x reader #aemond x you #aemond fanfic #aemond drabble #aemond x y/n #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x original character #aemond imagine #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond one eye #prince aemond x reader #aemond

[hrefna-the-raven]

Web of faith

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Chapters: 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Chapter 1

Words: 1062

Summary: Prior being trapped under the spell of the Absolute, Kar'niss was just a normal drow, trying to survive the daily threats that the city of Menzoberranzan held. He thought himself lost until you found him, showing him that there is a beauty to life he thought impossible.

"Come on, Niss!", you exclaimed as you squeezed through a narrow crevice in the rock, "you're getting old and slow!"

Kar'niss rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed, as he handed you a bag and attempted to maneuver through the tight space.

"I'm only four years older than you, besides you're a tiny excuse of a drow", he playfully teased, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips as he tousled your long, flowing white hair.

In response, you stuck out your tongue and let out a joyful giggle. Placing a blanket on the ground after lighting up the small lantern, it's glowing white light illuminating the small space like it was dunked in a pale moonlight, you sat down and patted the spot next to you, inviting Kar'niss to join you.

He settled into the blanket beside you, taking a deep breath. These moments spent with you were a source of tranquility, a stark contrast to the daily, often dangerous, chaos of Menzoberranzan that he endured. Trustworthy individuals, those who didn't seek to betray for personal gain, were a rarity in his district of the city. That's why, after meeting you for the first time five years ago, he made it his mission to cherish you like the rare gem you were to him— a shining diamond amidst the toxic darkness that surrounded him.

You had shown him this very spot on the day you first met, noticing the sorrow in his eyes as he wandered the streets of your district, his lip bloodied from a deep cut, his body littered with bruises. Without asking any questions, you simply took his hand and guided him here. He willingly followed, regardless of whether it led to his demise or not. He never mentioned what occurred on that particular day and you refrained from asking. Instead, both of you embraced the fact that you had entered each other's lives and remained together, relishing the tranquil privacy of that small, unknown cave as often as possible. Kar'niss vividly recalled the day it all changed again, two years after your initial meeting, as if it were yesterday. You were both sitting in the same spot on the same blanket when he timidly confessed his deepening feelings for you. His love for you had blossomed long before, but the fear of jeopardising your special friendship had held him back for far too long. To his surprise, you simply smiled at him, your eyes, a radiant shade of light purple, filled with joy as you leaned in and gently pressed your soft lips against his in a tender kiss. No words were necessary to express your answer; instead, you conveyed your affection through this simple act. From that moment on, the two of you became even more inseparable and it felt like nothing could ever tear you apart again.

The pain he had experienced in his past had led him to find solace in your presence - of that, he was certain. He believed that Lolth had somehow tested him before and he must have proven himself worthy, hence why she had bestowed upon him the gift of having you in his life now. And today, one day before officially proving himself worthy in the eyes of his goddess, was the day Kar'niss had chosen to declare his commitment to you. His hands fumbled nervously with the small ring tucked away in his pocket as he gazed at you. You softly hummed a tune, resting your head on his shoulder, blissfully unaware of what he intended to ask you. His fingers traced the intricate patterns of the diamond-adorned ring, seven delicate star-shaped stones set amidst a web of slender silver strings. It had once belonged to his mother, the last memento he possessed from his family before she fell victim to an assassin sent by another matron, right after he had been sent away to the Tower. However, all of that was insignificant now as he prepared to give you the ring and ask you to be his.

Your humming ceased as you rose slowly and positioned yourself between Kar'niss' thighs. Your gentle fingers caressed his cheeks while you showered his face with tender kisses.

"What troubles your mind, my beloved?", you asked, your nose gently nudging his as a smile graced your lips, although your eyes revealed the concerns that consumed your thoughts.

Kar'niss immediately ceased fidgeting with the ring and reached up to hold your hand, gently squeezing them as his sorrowful gaze met yours.

"Don't worry love", you whispered, pecking his lips, "I know no one more devoted to our great goddess than you. If anyone is capable of passing her test, it is undoubtedly you. I have unwavering faith in your abilities."

He felt his heart crack, anguish coursing through his thoughts as he dwelled on the impending test of faith. It was undeniable that his devotion to the goddess was unwavering, yet he couldn't shake the fear that accompanied the test. The fear of what might be demanded of him, the fear that he might not possess the strength to vanquish his opponent, inevitably leading to the devastating loss of his one true love. Little did he know, you also harboured the same fear, dreading a life without him, terrified that the agony of his absence would shatter your very essence into countless fragments, impossible to piece back together. Your hearts were entwined, your destinies entangled like a delicate spiderweb, but despite the depth of your faith and love, everything felt so fragile in the face of potential failure as Lolth was many things but not forgiving.

Kar'niss tenderly pressed his lips against yours, initially with a hint of hesitation. However, as he heard your gentle moan, his kiss intensified, filled with a growing passion. He leaned back, enticing you to join him, pulling your body closer to his own. The upcoming test and its outcome seemed insignificant compared to the present moment. Even if he were to fail tomorrow, he was determined to fully surrender himself to you, exposing his soul and body in this final act of intimacy as he cherished every touch exchanged between your bodies and he eagerly accepted each moan of praise that you would grant him. And if fate allowed it, tomorrow he, a devoted champion of Lolth, would finally summon the courage to ask you to be his.

Notes: I already apologise for the tragedy and the heartbreak 😅

#baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #kar'niss #bg3 kar'niss #drider #kar'niss x reader #drow reader #kar'niss x you #drider x reader #drider x you #tragedy #love

[seraphiism]

❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ( 𝐩𝐭. 𝐢𝐢 ) ;

( AT THE END AS AT THE START, & THROUGH ALL THE IN-BETWEENS, I LOVE YOU )

characters : kaveh / dehya / cyno / ayato / diluc fandom : genshin impact quote cr : amal el-mohtar and max gladstone a/n : part 2 of 4! each character is limited to 150 words.

pt. i

↬ kaveh ࿐ ࿔

"of all the creations i've made, none can compare to your beauty."

kaveh has always been a romantic, love language born from touch and fervor. you blink, disoriented expression meeting your lover's through the mirror. it is barely morning. you've just woken up, head out of sorts as you brush your teeth. you wouldn't say you're the epitome of beauty at this moment, but he thinks otherwise.

how can someone be so radiant in the most mundane of things? he leans against the doorway, watches as you get ready for the day. you toss a reluctant glance in his direction, but he simply smiles.

"already hitting on me, huh?"

he hums, beckons you closer.

"what can i say? i'm an honest man."

his hands rest on your hips as if that's where they have always belonged and he presses a gentle kiss to your temple in greeting.

"good morning, dearest."

↬ dehya ࿐ ࿔

"sunshine, you're not blushing, are you?"

dehya is not one to be trifled with, strength and skill in combat unmatched. she is not as intimidating as she lets on, altruism in her nature.

no, dehya isn't one to be messed with, but you do it anyway. with one hand in hers, the other pressed against her cheek, you grin, almost think it might have grown warmer after your words. she has yet to become accustomed to these nicknames, and in truth, she does not think she ever will.

"sunshine? you..."

she sighs, knows this is already defeat. she has fought many battles, none of them this difficult.

"not a fan? should i call you something else?"

she blinks furiously, tries to hide her flustered visage. she clears her throat, fails to maintain eye contact, but squeezes your hand all the more.

"i'll only let you call me that, you know."

↬ cyno ࿐ ࿔

the first time cyno made you laugh is the most memorable, he decides. his jokes, while quite humorous, often miss the mark, so he vividly recalls that moment, knows it to be one he cherishes ever so dearly.

the flow of time is one that cannot be changed, days gone by as he seeks out those who taunt justice. it is an arduous role, but one he carries with pride.

it's when he finally comes home to you that he feels at ease, heart lightened, and so he is once more reminded that the passage of time is not one to be taken for granted.

"did you know," cyno begins, "that your laughter is one of my favorite things to hear?"

"are you saying that because i laugh at your jokes?"

cyno grins, loves the way you naturally place your hand in his when he reaches out for you.

"maybe."

↬ ayato ࿐ ࿔

the role as the head of the kamisato clan is seldom easy, ayato's past filled with hardships paving the road to a masterful deception, fabricated smiles shown with ease despite a quiet suffering.

how warm you are, he thinks, so he relaxes in your hold, allows a rare vulnerability in the presence of the one he's sworn devotion to.

"what a special occasion." he comments, wavering between consciousness. "you're hardly this kind to me."

you've always been used to his banter, but there is something dispiriting in his teasing tone, so your fingertips lightly trace circles into his skin, your lips against his forehead in reverie.

"what can i do for you, ayato?"

he leans into your touch, and you know the smile that blossoms on his lips is one of genuine happiness.

"you've done enough. so long as you remain by my side, i could ask for nothing more."

↬ diluc ࿐ ࿔

diluc does not know when the right moment is for declarations of adoration; although you've already exchanged confessions, it has always been a challenge.

maybe it's the way you weave cecilias into crimson locks, tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. maybe it's how you smile, look at him wordlessly yet announce your love for him. diluc is uncertain, but he recognizes this feeling that takes over and makes the echoes of a heartbeat terribly known.

it is instinct, the way he draws closer to you when your fingers trace his jawline with utmost reverence. you still at the little space that exists between two lovers, and perhaps the silence is louder than ever.

i love you is spoken in the way diluc kisses you, and in the way he pulls you closer, there is a i love you, i will gladly give all of myself to you.

#genshin impact x reader #kaveh x reader #dehya x reader #cyno x reader #ayato x reader #diluc x reader #.: writing #.: multi

[jammingjaem]

iced love letters

3. the cute international business major

PAIRING | zhong chenle x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | at ncit, figure skater y/n receives daily letters signed ‘zcl’ from a secret admirer. as she gears up for a crucial showcase, the mystery of ‘zcl’ fuels her determination throughout the semester, leading to an unfolding journey of curiosity and motivation.

GENRE | college student!chenle x ice skater!fem!reader, comedy, fluff

chenle's heart was a hummingbird trapped in a snow globe – frantic, fluttering, and a touch ethereal against the backdrop of winter festivities. he glanced down at the bouquet of roses in his hand, their velvety red petals as vibrant as the blush creeping up his neck. the seoul air, crisp and charged with the anticipation of christmas cheer, was doing him no favors, only fanning the flames of his nervous excitement.

"hey, look at mr. blushy over here," haechan teased, nudging chenle with a mischievous elbow. "butterflies got you dancing in your stomach?"

chenle forced a laugh, feeling his insides liquefy. "just the cold," chenle mumbled, using his rosy cheeks as a camouflage.

his friends knew – oh, how they knew. renjun and jaemin had practically made the whole plan for this entire charade, jeno called it the ‘grand winter showcase confession’. the plan was simple: witness y/n's performances, wait for the post-performance frenzy to calm down, and then, under the twinkling fairy lights, finally confess to ‘the girl of his dreams’ as mark put it.

"she's gonna be amazing, you know," jisung chimed in, his voice tinged with a rare touch of sentimentality. "i heard from jake that she and sunghoon has been practicing for weeks."

and obviously? chenle knew. he'd spent countless evenings with y/n during the whole finals week, and he is glad that it’s over with— finals, he means. he had been a supportive friend for her when her own friends were busy, but in reality, he had been a lovesick fool, thanks to sunghoon telling jisung to help y/n that one day.

anticipation thrummed as he clutched a gift bag – six months of admiration crafted into love letters.

across the rink, amidst a swirl of excited chatter, chenle spotted y/n's friends – ahn yujin, lee chaeryoung, and park sieun. chaeryoung, caught his gaze and winked. "so, mr. secret admirer," she quipped, a knowing glint in her eyes, "finally ready to tell y/n who you really are?"

yujin nudged her. "she totally likes you, chenle. if she finds out zcl is you, she’ll be glad it’s you and not some weirdo."

the performance unfolded like a dream on ice. y/n danced with fluidity, her movements were light and graceful. chenle watched, mesmerized, his fingers itched to reach out, to trace the path of her blade against the glistening surface, to see how she can move on ice like that so smoothly.

three hours later, the rink erupted in thunderous applause. families swarmed the ice, bouquets and congratulations blooming like winter roses. chenle's friends, true to their plan, orchestrated a strategic retreat, leaving him face-to-face with y/n and her friends.

"chenle!" y/n exclaimed, her face flushed with excitement and the exertion of performance. "i'm so glad you came! how did you like it?"

his tongue, usually quick with wit, felt like a lump of frozen honey. "it was… it was amazing," he managed, offering her the bouquet with trembling hands. "can i tell you something?"

the girls, sensing the moment's gravity, started to move and stand next to chenle’s friends. chenle felt the weight of their absence, the responsibility of his confession pressing down on him. y/n tilted her head, a curious smile playing on her lips. chenle poured out his heart, revealing six months of admiration. he confessed his vulnerability.

y/n, wide-eyed, accepted the gift bag. she gasped, discovering zcl was chenle. her touch on his face was feather-light. "it was you?" she whispered. chenle nodded. "it was me."

a beat of silence. y/n's smile bloomed, radiant. "chenle, i'm so happy my secret admirer was someone i already knew."

"really?" chenle's voice carried hope. y/n's eyes sparkled. "kind of made sense, you always looked at me," she teased, touching the velvet roses.

chenle grinned, anxiety replaced by laughter. "y/n, would you like to go out with me?"

"of course, chenle," she replied, sealing their newfound connection with shared laughter. "i didn’t think my secret admirer would be the cute international business major?" chenle just rolls his eyes playfully, pulling her into a hug as their friend groups cheer.

y/n now has a lot of love letters, and this time, she’s right next to her boyfriend.

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[bokutosbiceps]

all over again

nanami kento x f!reader | fluff | 1.2k words

summary: you persuade nanami to spend the morning in bed with you on one of his rare days off.

warnings: suggestive themes, fluff that might make you die

a/n: nanami is the most attractive man i’ve ever seen. that is all.

18+ MDNI (only because nanami is full grown man)

You rolled over and tugged the sheets over your head, effectively shielding your eyes, hidden behind your eyelids, from the sun. 

“She strikes again, hm?” The residue of sleep ran thick in your partner’s voice, accentuated by a light chuckle and a gentle pat on your hip. You rolled back over to cast an arm across Kento’s chest and mumble a retort, not entirely sure what exactly you said yourself. Kento chuckled again, a deep rumbling sound that slightly shook the bed, so you figured whatever you said must have been funny.

You heard the rustle of paper as Kento set his newspaper in his lap in order to run his fingers through your hair.

“Good morning, darling.” Kento said quietly, a soft smile spreading across his lips. You might’ve been able to appreciate it, had you opened your eyes. It was so unusual for Kento to still be by your side when you woke up, that you were positive it might have been a dream. You opened yours slowly, one at a time, so as to not shock your system. The sun through the windows might have been blinding, but the radiant features of the man before you proved a worthy contender.

You managed to gather your vocal cords and mumble out an inquiry of you’re still here? to which Kento chuckled once again.

“I have the day off today.” His fingers continued his ministrations on your hair. “I was waiting for you to wake up before I went on errands.” 

“Errands?” You tightened your arm around Kento’s chest, bringing yourself closer to him. “On your day off?” You rested your head in the crook of his neck and sighed. “Even on your day off, you can’t relax, hm?” Your fingers were listless as they traced random shapes and words into his bare abdomen.

“We need food to eat, don’t we?” Kento posed the question like he wasn’t really asking, but reminding you. 

“We can run errands together, later.” You shifted your hips so that you were straddling him, your cheek still pressed against his jugular. “Now, we rest. You rest.” You insisted, trying to muster enough authority into your voice so that maybe he’d listen to you. He chuckled for the thousandth time that morning, the rumble from his chest and throat flooding through your veins. You shivered.

You flexed your neck, bringing your head up to place your face right in front of Kento’s. “Good morning.” Your tired eyes held Kento’s own, and he smiled.

“You’ve been awake for the past five minutes. We had a whole conversation.” His hands came up to rub your back, skimming down the line that divided it in half.

“Yeah, but you said it first and I never said it back.” You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and smiled. “I wouldn’t want to be rude.” 

“What was rude,” Kento moved his hands to secure them around your hips, adding a bit of pressure so that your hips were pressing down against his, “was that thing you just did.”

“What thing?”

“The kiss you just tried to give me.”

“Kento, are you still asleep? I think I was pretty successful in giving you a kiss.” You wound your arms around Kento’s broad shoulders, your fingers splayed against the nape of his neck. “Unless, of course, I did it wrong.”

“Mhm,” Kento grunted, releasing his hold on your hips to bring one of his hands up to the back of your head, “let me show you a proper kiss.”

Kento lightly brushed his lips against yours before using the hand on your head to press your lips into his. He licked a thin line at the seam of your lips, bullying them apart with his tongue before exploring the rest of your mouth. You melted into the kiss, moaning and rolling your hips over his crotch, adding just enough friction to get him to moan as well. He leaned up to make you fall off his lap and back onto the bed, chasing your lips to make sure that the kiss was not interrupted.

He caged you in with his strong arms on either side of your head before pressing you into the bed with his hips, rutting slowly at the sensitive spot in between your legs. You jerked your head up at the sensation, tightening your knees around his torso and breaking the kiss to moan into his ear.

He leaned back onto his knees, gazing down at you with a small smirk. “What did we learn?”

You pushed loose strands of hair off of your forehead, slightly sweaty, trying to catch your breath. You let a sly smile make its appearance on your lips. “That Kento is especially horny on his days off, hm?” 

“How could I not be absolutely smitten when you’re the first thing I see in the morning?” Kento’s smirk turned into something sweeter, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before freeing you and getting up from the bed. “Tea?”

You scrambled to get up, after mumbling a quick wait for me and followed Kento to the kitchen where he had already placed the tea kettle onto the stove. You sat yourself at the island in the middle of your kitchen and watched as Kento’s back muscles flexed and relaxed while he prepared breakfast for the two of you.

A wave of affection washed over you as your eyes trained on the care and caution Kento took while spreading jam on your bagel, lightly toasted, just the way he knew you liked it. He added a tablespoon of honey to your teacup before letting the hot water melt it, knowing you liked how the hot water and honey mixture somehow made the tea taste sweeter than just adding it in at the end.

“Hey, Ken?” You rested your cheek in the palm of hand, your elbow propped on the counter. He grunted in response. “I love you.”

He turned to look at you, eyebrow cocked and a small frown on his face. “I love you, too, but you’re being unusual.” 

“Unusual, how?”

“So sweet so early in the morning.” Kento chuckled at his own remark and approached your perch at the island, bending over to put his elbows on the island and bring his face level with yours. “I wonder why.”

“Because you’re here.” You felt your face heat up at your own sappiness; it’s true, you weren’t really the type to be so affectionate in the mornings. You were either set on getting things done for the day or grumpy. But there was something about waking up next to Kento, who was usually gone for work by the time you woke up, that had left you extra clingy this morning. 

Kento sighed in content, bringing a hand up to cup the cheek that you weren’t resting on. He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, then nose, then lips. “You’re despicable.”

You scoffed, knitting your eyebrows together. “Well, I guess that’s the last time I’m ever gonna say something so —” Kento shut you up with a crushing kiss to your lips, which you immediately melted into. 

Kento pulled away from you to mumble, “Despicable, for making me fall in love with you all over again.”

#nanami kento #nanami #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #let's try posting this once more shall we ?

[slytherinshua]

HOME

genre. fluff. joshua as a dad. warnings. kissing. there's a toddler lol is that a warning? pairing. joshua x fem!reader. wc. 795.

The time Joshua got off work was always the most anticipated time of the day, both for you and your almost two-year-old daughter, Hyeja. She was a daddy’s girl in every sense of the word. She would always choose Joshua over you which you had always found highly amusing. 

Due to the uncertain hours of Joshua’s job, you could never say “Dad will be back home at 5” like other mothers could, and Hyeja hated the absence of Joshua more than you did— and you always missed him like crazy when he was gone. 

The whole day had been a bit rough for both of you. Your daughter had been grumpy throughout and only wanted pretzels and her father, only one of which you could provide to her. 

You could barely text with Joshua either, since he was currently promoting Seventeen’s new album on music shows and was probably on stage whenever you thought about texting him. You just hoped he would be able to get home before dinnertime like he had hoped, but even that was uncertain.

You finally had time to breathe after you managed to read enough stories to Hyeja to wear her out for her afternoon nap that she desperately needed. All the crying and temper-tantrums she had thrown over Joshua not being here had worn her out. She was now sleeping in her nursery, giving you a chance to think about what you should eat for dinner while you waited for Joshua. 

When he walked through the door shortly after 4:30, face as radiant and gorgeous as ever, you felt relieved. He looked as tired as you, but the satisfied smile on his face didn’t leave, so you could only assume that the promotions went well.

“Hey-” You shushed him quickly, eyes glancing over to the nursery door and Joshua got the picture.

“Sleeping?” He whispered, taking off his coat as quietly as he could. You nodded and patted the spot next to you on the couch which Joshua took eagerly. He placed his arm around you, pulling you closer to his chest.

“Was your day as exhausting as mine?” You asked as your hand clasped his.

He shook his head, “Probably not. Was she upset?”

You laughed softly, “Just a bit. She kept asking when you would be getting back, and of course I couldn’t give her an answer. She cheered up a bit when I agreed to get ice cream, but gosh- she barely let me rest for a second.”

Joshua giggled at the thought of his precious 2 year old missing him that much. “Well, I’m back now… How long has she been sleeping?”

“About half an hour, so she’ll probably wake up soon.”

“I’ll wait for her then.” Joshua mumbled, relaxing his body and pulling you closer to hug. It was rare to have a moment of silence like this with a toddler in the household, especially during daylight hours.

“Don’t worry about Hyeja and I while you’re out there being an idol.” You murmured into Joshua’s chest. Your hand travelled up to his face, brushing his hair out of his face and tracing his jawline like you liked to do occasionally. It was a sort of mindless admiration for the man who you loved, taking the time to appreciate how perfect he was.

“It’s hard to not worry…” He closed his eyes, “You two are the most precious people in my life.”

“Know that we’ll always be okay over here, even when you’re thousands of miles away touring.” You kissed his cheek before continuing, “Sometimes I feel so bad because balancing being a father and your job probably adds about 3 times the amount of stress from what you had before.” 

“But I’m 30 times happier.” Joshua’s lips formed a smile and he opened his eyes. “So don’t worry about me either. I’m fine.” He leaned over, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you for a long time to try to make up for the hours he had been away from you. 

Soon the creek of the door interrupted your cuddling, and an adorable 2 year old emerged from behind the door soon after. She looked groggy, rubbing her eyes with her small fists before looking up to you. You saw in real time how her eyes widened with excitement upon seeing Joshua sitting on the couch with you.

“Daddy!!” She shouted, running up to the couch and Joshua picked her up quickly, laughing and pressing kisses to her cheek.

“Did you miss me, baby?” She nodded fervently in response, throwing her arms around Joshua and hugging herself to him as tight as she could. “Aww…” Joshua closed his eyes, hugging her closely and stroking her hair, “I missed you so much, princess.”

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[thenatashamaximoff]

Heart Of Stone; Midnight Eternal

Summary: Natasha's entire world fell apart after the Battle of Wakanda. But when presented with a chance to fix everything, will she do the right thing?

Pairing: Natasha x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of death

Words: 4,140

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2023 The distant, rare laughter lured her down the hall. It was a sound she seldom heard, but when it reached her ears, it caused her shoulders to relax and her face to light up with a smile. The pure joy, the refined happiness that radiated from the giddy laugh consistently had a calming effect on her, easing any tension she felt in her muscles. It had become nearly instinctual to follow the noise, allowing it to grip her in a gentle hold and softly usher her toward the kitchen.

It was at that moment when she caught sight of you and Wanda at the island. The enormous, beaming grin that stretched across your features almost distracted her from the way your eyebrows knitted together with sheer focus. Whatever you were doing remained concealed from her view, obscured by the bread box that sat suspiciously out of place. She observed the closeness between you and Wanda, the unmistakable ease in your interaction. Notable was the absence of any recoil when your arms brushed with each movement, and how Wanda momentarily diverted her attention from your activity to trace the wrinkles of concentration etched like rivers across your skin.

“Nat!” Her gaze snapped onto yours the second she heard your voice, laughter lingering amongst the sound as you called for her attention. “I… We made you some- something.” Natasha stepped further into the room, her interest piqued as you sent her a warm smile. “Wanda… She helped.”

“Y/N did most of the work,” Wanda chimed in quickly, a faint, friendly grin gracing her lips as she finally turned her gaze toward the approaching redhead. “I just played supervisor.”

When Natasha reached you, you presented a plate, its flimsy paper slightly bending under the weight of a lonely sandwich perched upon it. It was difficult to determine the contents nestled between the two slices of bread. “I wanted to… cook something for you, but… Wanda d- doesn’t trust me with the stove.”

Wanda rolled her eyes dramatically as Natasha accepted the plate from you, catching how the rookie Avenger playfully nudged your shoulder with her own. “That’s not true,” she claimed, smirking. “I simply offered to properly teach her how to cook another day, and we didn’t want to start something we couldn’t finish before you woke up.” You looked at Wanda, meeting the witch’s gentle green eyes with a soft smile. For a moment, it was as if the two of you were the only ones in the room. And, as much as Natasha enjoyed catching the two of you obliviously losing yourselves in each other, she had a sandwich to evaluate. 

The former assassin cleared her throat, gaining your attention almost instantly, yet Wanda’s gaze remained on you for a bit longer before leisurely turning her head to acknowledge Natasha. The redhead scooped the sandwich into her hands, taking a bite from one of its corners. Her jaw moved slowly, savoring each chew the bite gave her, as her eyes floated up toward the ceiling in contemplation. You waited with bated breath, bouncing on the tips of your toes, and feeling your patience wane with every passing second Natasha went without murmuring a single word, her thoughts seemingly hidden behind that thoughtful expression.

Finally, Natasha swallowed with an exaggerated gulp. Her eyes locked onto yours, recognizing the hopefulness gleaming in your irises. “That…” She drew in a deep breath, the taste of peanut butter lingering on her tongue. “That was the best peanut butter sandwich I’ve ever had, Y/N.” Your face lit up with a smile, one of the most radiant she had ever witnessed, prompting a chuckle to escape her chest. She took another bite of the sandwich as you reached for a couple more slices of bread.

“I’m… I’ll make you one.” You smirked as you looked at Wanda. “Y- You better watch out, Wanda. I… I’m going to be the n- new chef around here.”

Laughter resonated in the room as you wielded a butter knife, delving into the jar of peanut butter, but the memory gradually faded from her mind as she abruptly returned to the stark reality of the present. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she reclined in her chair, her gaze fixed on the untouched sandwich resting on a plate just inches away. Nothing felt the same. Nothing could ever be the same again. Not after…

“Am I interrupting something?” She tore her gaze away from her dinner to eye the super soldier leaning against a bookshelf. She was quick to wipe the tears away at the unexpected guest, sucking in a deep breath as she straightened her form. “I’d offer to cook you dinner, but I don’t think I could beat a peanut butter sandwich.”

“Is it laundry day already?” she questioned, watching Steve make his way into the office.

“I’m just checking in on a friend.”

“Clearly your friend is fine.” His sigh showed his dubious belief in her statement as he took a seat in the chair across from her. She turned away from him when he took a deep breath, his lips parting open as he prepared to speak, but she was quicker. “If you’re about to launch into one of your notorious pep talks right now, this sandwich might just find itself on a collision course with your head.” She smirked in an attempt to ease the tension in the space between them, yet she didn’t bother looking toward him to see if he was returning the smile.

“You know, I tell everybody they should move on. Some of them do, but we don’t.” She finally returned her gaze to the patriot, chewing the inside of her cheek as she met his exhausted eyes. 

“I’m doing this for her,” she said softly.

“I know why you’re doing it,” he assured, his voice low. He turned his attention to the sandwich, pursing his lips. “I’m sorry, Nat, but doing this isn’t going to bring her back.”

“I’m aware.”

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up.”

“Steve,” she exhaled wearily. “Do you really think Y/N would’ve sat around and moped all day if half of the world blipped away?” Leaning in, she felt the stinging sensation in her eyes, tears desperately yearning for escape. Her stomach churned uncomfortably at the taste of your name rolling off of her tongue, a void left by your absence the moment she witnessed Thanos succeed in his mission. “She refused to join the team because she didn’t want to cause harm to others, but you can bet she’d have fought tooth and nail to bring back all those lost souls.”

“It wasn’t fair,” he expressed, noting how her shoulders slumped, almost as if she found comfort in him vocalizing what had been weighing on her. “She’s been handed nothing but heartache ever since she was a kid.” She drew in a deep breath, her gaze dropping to evade his gentle eyes. “Then, she found someone who showed her she wasn’t a monster. Someone who took care of her. Someone who revealed what real love looks like. Someone who saw beyond the years of burdens and recognized her true self.” Leaning closer, he rested his elbows on the desk as she raised her head, revealing her red eyes. “And you did the same for Y/N.”

It took everything in her power to battle the sob that was welling up in her chest, feeling it push relentlessly to break free from its confines. Refusing to part her lips, she held back, fearing it would offer an effortless escape route. Instead, she opted for deep, measured breaths in an attempt to regain composure. Breaking down in front of Steve Rogers was the least desirable outcome, but she couldn’t help but wonder if it would be so terrible if she did. Though they had their ups and downs, she had come to consider the super soldier a very close friend.

He remained patient, giving her the time she needed to regain control of her emotions before she found her voice. “I’d give anything for just one more second with her,” she admitted, the sorrow and vulnerability prominent in her voice. She felt fragile, diminished… Utterly empty. When she spoke again, it was in a hushed tone, mirroring the way she felt inside. “She was my kid, Steve.”

Steve’s mouth opened, a word on the tip of his tongue, yet he didn’t get much farther than that before camera footage materialized on the screen before them. A man appeared, waving his hands at the camera, attempting to grab their… or anybody’s attention. “Is anyone home?” His arms dropped down to his sides. “It’s Scott Lang. We met a few years ago…”

“Is this an old message?” The patriot rose from his seat, and the Russian promptly followed suit. 

Natasha, not removing her eyes from the screen, shook her head. “It’s the front gate.”

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Natasha couldn’t seem to focus on the boys’ bickering. Scott was loudly yelling at Bruce about being too Hulky. Rocket and Tony were engaged in a casual yet heated debate over who was smarter. Steve and Clint seemed engrossed in their own hushed conversation, which remained out of earshot even if she were inclined to listen. Her gaze remained fixed on the glass platform in the center of the room, arms crossed tautly over her chest with the sun heating her skin in a soothing way, chewing the inside of her cheek.

She had thought she’d seen it all, but now she found herself in the midst of planning a heist to save the universe. A heist. She should have felt happy. Optimistic. Why were those feelings eluding her?

“I- I’m not ready for this,” Scott, who was dressed in a white suit that he claimed was for the ease of time travel but was perhaps more about looking cool, stammered. Panic was evident on his face, the weight of only one test run pressing down on him. Or perhaps the thought of being the guinea pig for time travel was suddenly unappealing. Time travel…

Without hesitation, Natasha stepped forward, ignoring the pointed look Steve shot her way. “I’ll do it,” she declared with unwavering determination. “I’ll go.”

Now, she will see it all. Donned in a suit much like Scott’s, she stood poised on the platform. Bruce had warned her about the potential side effects of chronoshifts, but she couldn’t muster much concern. Her gaze remained fixed on the far wall while everyone else suddenly indulged in banter about movies involving time travel. Only Steve seemed to keep his attention solely on her, his hands resting on his hips, a faint furrow in his brow. She had one vial of Pym Particles at her disposal, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d use it wisely or selfishly.

Bruce cut the bickering short. “Alright, Nat. We’re going in three… two… one!”

Her vision was obscured as a helmet materialized around her head, and in an instant, she was hurtling through a realm unlike any she had ever seen before. Flying through what looked to be space, yet distinctly different. The experience was brief, and soon, she found herself back in the compound, her face released from the helmet. It appeared that the journey hadn’t taken her far, indicating some miscalculations. Instead of a time travel machine, it seemed they might have inadvertently created a teleportation device. She knew she’d have to return to the team and deliver the disappointing news. Now they only had one test run left, and the weight of their mission hung heavier in the balance. If they failed again…

She navigated the hallways easily, with the stars outside the window shimmering brightly in the night sky as she passed by. Her stomach churned with discomfort as she realized she was nearing the corner that led to your room, untouched and unvisited, exactly as it was when you were last there. It was foolish, she knew, to think as if you were coming back.

She refused to turn down that corridor, choosing the longer route instead. But as she walked, her muscles seemed to freeze, and her movements faltered when the sound of that rare laughter reached her ears. It was a sound she hadn’t heard in years, and it brought tears to the brim of her eyes as her gut twisted with excitement. She pressed her body against the wall, leaning slightly to peer around the corner just in time to see a version of herself emerging from your room.

Her heart felt like it had stopped beating as she quietly made her way toward your bedroom. Each step echoed loudly in her head, the empty hallway stretching out miles before her, and her chest constricted the closer she got.

You were seated on your bed, criss-cross applesauce style, when she approached the doorway, and her breath hitched in her throat when you lifted your head to lock eyes with her. Your expression shifted to confusion as your gaze initially settled on her hair before moving to take in her somewhat ridiculous outfit. 

“Nat?” You smiled at her, the initial bewilderment fading from your expression. However, a subtle tilt of your head suggested that you were still puzzled. You released a soft chuckle as she took another step closer to you, her mind still stuck in processing mode to be able to find words. “What happened to Germany? And your hair? What are you wearing?”

Everything fell into place with sudden clarity. She knew precisely when she was, mere moments before the disastrous battle at the airport, where her seemingly insignificant choice had cost you your freedom once again. A torrent of emotions surged within her. She could change it all, prevent your descent back into HYDRA’s grasp. She could take you away, show you the world, fulfill those pinky promises she had made. She didn’t have to leave you behind.

Her nose burned with a fierce fire as she reached you, sinking to her knees just before your bed and resting her chin on your knee. Your expression turned solemn, filled with concern, as a solitary tear finally escaped her, leaving a glistening trail on her skin. She reached up to you, her palm gently cupping your cheek, and a sob tore from her chest when you instinctively leaned into her touch. You had seen Natasha upset before, but this was more. She was in distress, and you were overwhelmed by the intuition to help her, yet you felt powerless, unsure of how to ease her pain.

She suddenly snapped back to reality with a breath, as if shaking herself free from a daze. In an abrupt motion, she pulled you off the bed, leaving you standing there, bewildered once more, as she made her way to your dresser. “Come on,” she urged, stuffing a couple of shirts into a backpack. “We’re leaving.”

You took a tentative step forward, watching her preparations with a sense of curiosity. “Where are we going?” you questioned.

“Wherever you want,” she answered. “I need you to be safe, Y/N.”

“Nat.” You reached out, your hand grasping her wrist, and the sensation of your touch made her pause. She averted her gaze, her eyes finding that soft smile that still somehow managed to illuminate your features. “We can’t go,” you gently insisted, shaking your head ever so subtly. “You have to save them.” You released her when you felt her muscles relax beneath your hand. She knew you were right. She had a whole planet to bring back. But what was so special about it if you weren’t there anymore? 

“Y/N, please…” She turned her body to face you, tears tracing their path. But as she met your gaze, she realized that there was nothing she could do to prevent what lay ahead. Overwhelmed by the countless emotions surging through her, she fell forward, her arms enveloping you in a tight embrace. It didn’t seem to matter how hard she squeezed her eyes shut, the tears continued to carve their way down her cheeks. And it only intensified the feeling when you returned the hug, drawing her even closer to you. She cherished this moment, knowing this moment, these feelings… They weren’t real. They weren’t going to last.

“You always make me fries when I’m feeling down, and it always helps,” you admitted, gently pulling back to meet her eyes. “I know what’ll make you feel better.” Your face lit up with pure joy as realization colored your eyes, but it only deepened the ache in her heart. “A peanut butter sandwich!” Your laughter should have made her smile, it should’ve released all the tension in her muscles, but it had the opposite effect, intensifying her sorrow. She etched the sound of your laughter into her memory, knowing it was the final time she’d ever hear it. “I’ll make you one!” Flashing her a wide grin, you gave her shoulder a squeeze before fully pulling away, but she swiftly grasped your wrist, not quite ready to let go just yet.

“Listen to me, Y/N,” she declared, her voice firm and resolute. “I’m not going.” Your brows knitted together in confusion once more, your head tilting slightly to the side, yet the smile on your face remained undiminished. “I’m staying right here. You…” Her words faltered, and the longer she gazed at you, bathed in the radiance of a smile brighter than a thousand suns, the more she realized what needed to be said. “You’re my sun, Y/N,” she continued, her voice softening, “and if I lose my sun, then it’s just… It’s like being trapped in an eternal midnight.”

“Nat-”

“We need the sun to survive, Y/N.”

“Nat!” You chuckled, shaking your head as you gently removed her hand from your wrist to place it over your heart. She let out a soft gasp, her voice failing her as she felt the steady beat beneath her palm. “You’re not going to lose me,” you reassured casually, offering a grin, one that was less bright, more carefree. “I’m safe in the compound. I’m always safe here.” It was at that moment she realized that you weren’t fully aware of the true circumstance. Everything that happened hadn’t yet. She had deceived herself, allowed the illusion that she was in the present, that you were alive and breathing and aware of the world’s current state. But now, reality crashed over her like a tidal wave - she was in the past.

There was nothing holding her back from staying in the past.

“You can’t stay, Nat,” you expressed, your voice low and earnest. “They’re going to need your help. Wanda… She might think she doesn’t need protection, but she does.” You pursed your lips together for a brief moment before letting go of her hand to raise your pinky. Your radiant smile returned as her throat tightened at the small gesture. “It’s a pinky promise.” You grinned. “Remember? You explained it to me a few moments ago. If broken-”

“You must suffer serious consequences.”

“You promised me something. It’s my turn to promise you something.”

The all-too-familiar burning sensation returned to her nose. “You don’t need to promise me anything.”

Yet you nodded in disagreement, and she saw that she had no other choice but to wrap her pinky around yours tightly. “I promise I’ll be right here when you come back.” Her chest constricted to the point where she started to believe she was having a heart attack. “I promise you won’t lose me.” The tears came back, too. Of course. Just the cherry on top of this emotional cake. “And I promise I’ll make you a peanut butter sandwich in every city we go!” You laughed.

How could she say goodbye to that grin? To that laughter? To you? It felt completely impossible… but it had to be done. “We can start making a list,” she offered, though the small smile on her face didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Right now. Beginning with New York.” Your eyes brightened, the way they always did when you were happy, making it all the more challenging for her to go through with this. “You head to the kitchen, I’ll get some paper.”

“You won’t find my peanut butter sandwiches in Germany,” you confidently expressed, turning your back to her, “until we go to Germany!” Your laughter echoed from the hallways as you left the room, leaving her standing there alone, feeling frozen and battling every urge in her body that wanted to crumble. “Come on, Nat!” your voice called from afar.

Her gaze landed on your notebook resting on the nightstand, and with a determined effort, she finally rallied her legs and made her way to it. Holding it tightly to her chest, she closed her eyes.

It was uncontrollable, the way her body was thrown to her knees at the sudden shift, but there was a part of her that knew she had given up the fight anyway. When she opened her eyes, the entire team was staring at her. Clint was quick to reach her, Steve was a close second. She had to muster that strength to fight again, she couldn’t fall apart in front of an audience.

“I knew it was a bad idea,” Steve whispered softly, though she heard him loud and clear.

Sucking in a deep breath, she straightened her form and presented your notebook. Yet as the room cheered in victory, she remained silent.

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“I figured you were here.” Clint leaned casually against the doorway of your bedroom, where he found Natasha perched on the edge of your bed, your notebook cradled delicately in her hands. “We’re all set to go when you are.”

“Just had to return this.” She gently closed the notebook and placed it in the drawer of your nightstand, carefully sliding it shut. “I… I saw her, Clint,” she admitted, her gaze drifting to her own hands. “And a part of me… A pretty big part of me wanted to stay. I almost did.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“We have to save them,” she replied, meeting his eyes with a small, strained smile. “They need our help.”

“Unfortunately, death is a part of life for everyone,” he stated, folding his arms across his chest as he took a step into the room. “Someday, you’ll see her again. You’ll have more time with her. But, before that day comes… we have to live our lives. And, right now, living our lives is going to the dominion of death and getting this damn stone.”

She briefly chewed the inside of her cheek, then rose from her seat, took a deep breath, and wiped away any lingering sorrow from her face. “Vormir is calling,” she said with a smirk, strutting past Clint.

The time travel journey remained consistent with her previous experience, and the trip to the desolate planet seemed to drag on endlessly before they finally arrived. When the hooded figure presented an unexpected twist - a subtext in the contract they didn’t fully examine - Natasha instinctively knew what she had to do. However, Clint wasn’t ready to accept her decision, despite everything. The two fought as hard as they could to jump off of the cliff first, but when it was all said and done, with the two of them dangling off of her grappling hook, a feeling settled in the bottom of her gut. A feeling she hadn’t felt in forever. She was so close, all she needed to do was…

She kicked against the wall, breaking free from Clint’s grip in the process. It didn’t feel like she was falling; instead, it was more akin to flying. Soaring through the air, unburdened and as free as a bird. Because, at that moment, she was truly free. And when she finally landed on the ground, darkness enveloped her almost instantly, offering her an infinite reprieve from the eternal midnight that had plagued her for five years.

Or so she thought.

There was a voice, distant and muffled, but undeniably present. It roused her from unconsciousness, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. It felt as if her heart started beating again when she found herself gazing into your eyes, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you crouched beside her. “Hey, Mom,” you whispered, reaching down to gently swipe a couple of loose strands of hair away from her forehead. “I missed you so much.” Her breath caught in her throat. “Are you going to lie there, or can we hug?” You laughed when she sat up within seconds, wrapping her arms around your neck to bring her close to you. Because this was real. And this time, it was going to last.

Her sun was back.

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[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

Continuation of this ask

Conductor x reader Deliberator x reader

CONDUCTOR

He was the rhythm of life, the Conductor, spinning his baton and making melodies out of hopeless noise. He and his brothers and sister kept the world in order, or as much order as they could when up against Improbability.

The Employers lived on a split plane or reality, comparable to heaven in some aspects, except not even good souls could wander this realm, only the Employers could inhabit this place.

And yet to every rule, there was an exception, that being you. Cold marble tiles lay beneath your feet as you sat in contentment in the garden, lazily reading a book while lounging on an iron bench, which had been given plush cushions for your enjoyment.

Catching the fancy of these godly being was near impossible, and yet you'd managed to attract the maestro of life, black and blue wrapped rightly around your fingers. Flicking the page, you set the book down and took a sip of your tea, Romulus raising his furry head to look at you, before setting it back down.

Of course, the Employers had pets, Rom being the pet wolf of one you rarely saw but often heard screaming at Auditor for some unknown reason. He would often lay around in the garden when you were about, seemingly keeping an eye on you, as did his counterpart.

Remus darted down, plucking loose fluffy tufts from Rom and flapping back into the large apple tree at the centre of the garden, letting out a caw now and then.

A sweet bass melody echoed around, Conductor was drawing near. He had a habit of humming as he walked, the deep vibrations calming the environment around. Rom looked up, letting out a "urf" while getting to his feet, Remus flying over and landing on his head.

Your lover would always shoo the pair away when he came to see you, and by now, they'd learned to leave before he even arrived.

His slight heels clicked on the floor, while you continued to read. "My muse," He spoke with a low tone, his voice naturally deep. "how radiant you look today, bathed in the light."

"Hello Connie," You set your book down, laying the bookmark in and closing it, giving him your full attention. "thank you love." He took your hand, placing a kiss on the back of your palm.

To everyone, he was the Conductor. To you, he was Connie. Anyone else who'd care call him your nickname for him would be taught a valuable lesson. "Muse, my dear, my inspiration is currently lacking. Allow me if you will to share your space and soak in your glory to fuel my passions."

Under his angry, stern exterior was a hopeless old-timey romantic. To anyone else, he'd command, but to you, oh you, he'd beg at your feet for your adoration. "Of course, you know I love to spend time with you Connie."

Conductor swept you into his arms, taking your place on the bench with you resting on top of him, your head resting on his chest, you could hear the drumbeat that was his heart. Everything in him was music, even the faint blue veins in his black arms looked like sheet music, little notes formed into them as well. They made up the same melody he always hummed.

He was a busy being, it was rare the two of you spent a long amount of time together, so every second you got was precious. Absentmindedly, you traced patterns along his sternum, relaxing both of you.

"I am a little troubled." He looked at you, half lidded blue eyes. "Stygian was talking with me earlier. He brought up a decently valid point. You... Are still a mortal, at the end of the day, and I don't feel I spend enough time with you." Conductor sighed, even in melancholy, he was so beautiful.

"I don't bring it up to you frighten you. Steeg says you've still got plenty of time on your side. Yet he reminded me that.... In the grand scheme of things, your life is but a blink compared to mine. And it worries me." You looked into his sad eyes, sparkles of stars reminding you why you loved him.

"Connie... I know we're vastly different, but that's what I love about us. I know I won't live nearly as long as you, but that makes the time we spend together even more precious, doesn't it?" You continued to rub his chest, and he sighed longingly.

"Muse, you always soothe my worries." Conductor leaned down, kissing the top of your head. "My love for you grows deeper and deeper, I will devote as much life to you as I can from now on."

You shifted your position, chest to chest with Conductor now, and you peppered his face in kisses, a smile breaking across his face, before turning to gorgeous laughter. "Better my love?"

Conductor kissed your lips, rubbing your cheek with adoration. "You always make my life better, my muse." He needed reminding of it now and then, how fragile your body always was compared to his. Yet when your time came, he'd turn to Stygian again, finding your reincarnated S-3LF over and over, as he had for centuries. In many lifetimes he loved you, and he'd continue to love you for many, many more.

DELIBERATOR

Decision making was a good quality of yours, you would swiftly and continuously end up making the correct choice anytime one happened. Your friends even joked you were blessed by some sort of god because of your skill, and they weren't far off the truth.

Deliberator spent much of his free time watching over this curious mortal, he'd become a little obsessed, gifting them with the power of foresight, watching them scurry around their silly man-made city like a mouse.

He knew fine well he and his kin weren't really meant to mess with the life below them, but each still bent the rules and dipped their toes into mortal life now and then, one off experiments to see how the life reacted. Yet Deli found himself coming back to this one, he couldn't put a finger on why though.

Frequently he'd transform, hiding his Employer appearance to a grunt, blending in as best as he could, but some things, such as his glowing white eyes, couldn't be changed. He'd hide them with shades, even then, they'd glow slightly.

Deli sat alone at a table, pretending to read a newspaper at the booth he occupied while keeping a close eye on you at work. A small and homey diner, which prided itself on good and fast service.

"There you are hon," You smiled, setting down a fat stack of pancakes in front of the frequent customer. He was quiet, rarely ever speaking a word to you, but he tipped generously and was fairly handsome. Salt and pepper hair, sunglasses, dressed in a pressed suit and white shirt, looking like an aged businessman.

You topped off his coffee, leaving enough room for him to throw in the multiple cubes of sugar into the black liquid. "anything else I can get you?"

He set his newspaper down and gestured at the space across from him. "Perhaps a moment of your time?" That was a strange and unexpected request, yet curiosity found yourself humouring him. Deli fought off a smile, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly. Of course you would, he knew you'd always make the correct decision.

"Well it's not something on the menu, but I guess I can take a couple minutes break." It wasn't too busy right now anyway, everyone else busy in talking, drinking and eating.

"You seem to have adept judgement." He tipped the entire container of syrup onto his pancakes. "Help me with something I've been mulling over."

You looked at his pile of sugar and held back a laugh. "Is it that you've been wondering if you should ask for a second syrup cup when you eat here?"

"Ah, heh. No, something else. But perhaps I should. From all the things your kind had invented, processed sugar is no doubt the peak of your creations." Deli slipped up there, and he knew you'd picked up on it. "If by some chance, a higher power was looking down and observing you, what would you think?"

Sitting across from him, your eyes meeting the dark shades covering his own, you pondered for a moment. "Like a god? Can't say I'm too religious, but it'd be pretty neat I suppose. But I'd have to wonder why they'd take time from their busy day to humour me."

"Maybe because I see something in you." Deli shoved a mouthful of sugary goodness into his maw.

"You see something in me? What, you're telling me you're some kinda god or something? Pretty far-fetched. Did you happen to break out of Seeking?" You tilted your head, trying to decipher the clues he's dropping, but it's not making sense.

Deliberator set down his fork and took off his shades, revealing white eyes filled with intricate and beautiful abstract patterns, dark grey shapes shifting infinitely in glowing ivory. "No, I do believe I am some form of god to your kind." You stared at him, and the silence around you settled in.

Glancing around, you and your regular still seated in the booth, yet the diner and all else was gone. The pair of you in the comfortable seat lost in the inky black nothing. "Wha-what the hell is this?" Perhaps you'd gone mad too.

Looking back to the stranger, his disguise had faded, showing his Nevadian form. Pluming black fire, black geometric shapes surrounded in milk white lines floating off his body and turning to nothing. "It's uncouth for my kin to take such a deep interest in the world we watch over, and yet something draws me to you. Allow me to properly introduce myself,"

He set down a white glowing set of scales on the table, perpetually equally balanced. "Your kin calls me Deliberator, and I oversee balance and justice in your world. And you, my curious little friend, just so happen to be precisely what I'm searching for."

His hands took yours, and the vast emptiness filled with stars around you. "Another being of balance, one of keen and sound mind. It takes me centuries to find those worthy of my time, there are so few. You have no idea how long I have yearned to find you."

Fear, curiosity, wonder all filled your mind. This had to be a hallucination or something. There's no chance in hell any of what was currently occurring was real. "This... Has got to be the weirdest dream I've had yet. Until a few minutes ago it felt so real. When do I wake up from this?"

Deli spun you around, showing off the world, his world, the things he sees, feels and lives in every moment. "Perhaps when you open your mind to me, see things from a new perspective. It's a lot to ask, a leap from your familiar into the unknowns of godhood, but you'll behold such wonderful sights, experience things you could never have comprehended.

The universe exists on a knife's edge, judgement to maintain balance is needed. I trust in you to uphold that, if you'll take on the burden."

Decision making... A fine quality you upheld over and over, each time making the correct choice...

"With you? I will."

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[author-of-all-sins]

In the quiet spaces between breaths, where words fade and silence dances, lies the beauty of existence. Sometimes people are like the gentle whisper of a breeze, unseen but deeply felt, their essence painting the world with hues of kindness and compassion. They are the embodiment of grace, not defined by outward appearances or eloquent speech, but by the purity of their being. In their presence, hearts find solace, and souls find refuge, for they are the true essence of beauty itself.

In the quiet spaces between words, where silence weaves its delicate tapestry, sometimes people unveil their true beauty. It's not found in the outward facade or the eloquence of speech, but in the essence of their being—a radiant glow that transcends the superficial. Beauty, profound and timeless, emerges when authenticity becomes a masterpiece, painted with the colors of sincerity and grace.

In the quiet whispers of the dawn, There lies a beauty, not just drawn, From eyes that gleam or lips that part, But from the essence of the heart.

For in the depth of souls, we find, A beauty rare, of another kind, Not in the words they choose to share, But in the silent grace they wear.

Sometimes, in the stillness of the night, We see a glow, a gentle light, Not from outward charm or guise, But from the soul's unspoken ties.

So let us seek, beyond the face, To find the beauty, in every trace, For sometimes people are, indeed, Most beautiful in their silent creed.

#me

[rawmeknockout]

If you can find a way to shimmy-sham it: Cyclonus with human s/o who's touching his spark and he busts a fat fuckin' soul nut. Pls snurt, make my dreams a reality

You had thought a Cybertronian's spark would burn. That it would put off radiation akin to a strong breeze blowing over you before you succumb to radiation sickness. Of course, Cyclonus would never put you in that sort of harm. It's still frightening to see that unnaturally glowing thing and still reach your hand into it.

It's such a gentle feeling, you wonder if you've even touched it yet, but then a sharp shiver traces down your spine. Your hand almost jolts outside of Cyclonus' gently thrumming spark. It doesn't burn. It's not even hot. The energy coming from your partner is like slipping into cool water. It licks and tickles the palm of your hand, sending an exquisite pleasure across your body. It's reaching and grabbing for the weak electrical pulses in your nerves.

Ratchet had gently lectured you that, although it should be safe for you to engage in sparkplay, it wouldn't necessarily be enjoyable for an organic. You don't have the sensors needed to pick up on a mech's energy signature. How wrong he is, the electrical currents wreaking havoc across your nerves with their delightful zaps of charge. It’s unlike any experience you’ve had with anyone.

Your attention is broken from gawking at Cyclonus’ bare spark, as he lets out on of his rarely-heard moans of pleasure. His body arches beautifully up into your soft hands, too small to kill him unless you really tried. It’s so different from the Cyclonus that prefers to stare at you with intensity and fire, as he holds you down on his spike. This Cyclonus tries to muffle his soft whimpers and groans by sinking a sharp denta into his lip, but his jaw shakes pitifully open in the same way his legs tremble.

He’s never looked more ravishing. You want nothing more than to explore all the delicate, untouched areas of his spark chamber that would make him sing low.

Cyclonus whines in a way you’ve never heard before, a soft breathy thing that pitches upwards, his optics squeezed shut as he overloads. A brilliant flare of his radiant ancient spark, as bright as a million stars. His face, his frame, is alight with the intense release. You’re uncomfortably turned on as you withdraw your hands from his spark chamber, breathing in the heavy smell of ozone. Cyclonus’ hand delicately wraps around your shoulders, pulling you in for a slow, blissful kiss. You don’t need sensors to feel the appreciation radiating from his EM field. Your heart leaps in time to the rhythmic, love-lorn pulsing of his spark.

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