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azucanela · 4 years

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Can i please have a headcanons for Keigo and Shinsou with a female s/o that really likes manga and anime but keeps it a secret from others because they talk shit and make fun of her? and like one day they accidently find out and she's kinda embarressed about it but they convince her that everything is fine and they think ist cute how happy they are when they talk about something she loves? Uwu :9 (sorry for my bad english)

secret anime and manga fan s/o headcannons [ft. keigo takami, shinsou hitoshi]

SUMMARY: Y/N has been hiding the fact that she likes anime and manga from her lovely boyfriend for a while now, fearing he’d find it weird. now, she has no choice but to address the fact that he knows.

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

WARNINGS: threats

A/N: your english is great bb! uwu owo this was relatable askdakjhds if anyone tells you there is something wrong with watching anime or reading manga, let me tell you that they are WRONG. i will fight them for you<3

KEIGO TAKAMI | PRO HERO HAWKS

you used to talk about animes you liked because at the end of the day they are tv shows thats it, same with mangas, they are like books but cooler lol

but people found that “weird” for some reason, because anime is a “cartoon” and thats so gross omg haha these “cartoons” make me sob um watch a silent voice and cry with me kids

anyways

you’re watching anime in the comfort of your home, just vibing. no one is coming over today, you have time to yourself to enjoy your lil show that nobody should be judging you for

well, you thought no one was coming over

keigo has a tendency to just like, show up at your house sometimes when hes bored or in the midst of an uneventful patrol. though he rarely is seen in public, especially on the streets, he does fly-bys constantly

anyways, he was bored, or just relieved of duty for whatever reason, like lunch. he is having chicken nuggets, he is a cannibal, be ashamed H A W K S, smh

anyways, he just shows up at your house, like he lowkey breaks in through the balcony of your apartment, but its fine because you leave it open for him, but normally he texts you to let you know he’s coming but today was the exception because he’s adorable and wanted to surprise!!! you!!! with!!! food!!!

so he comes in, and he sees you are on your couch, just watching your lil anime, and you are SO INTO IT MAN like you are lowkey yelling at the TV whenever a character does something, and when that one character you hate comes on you’re like throwing hands with nothing

keigo is internally screaming because why are you so CUTE

he kinda forgets for a second that you don’t know he’s there, he has no idea what’s going on in this show, and he’s still holding chicken nuggets and fries

this is why he just kinda screams at a character who does something stupid, that totally could’ve been avoided, effectively startling you

now you are both screaming for separate reasons as you turn around to look at him, and now you are panicking because oh no, he KNOWS

his wings are fluttering and he feels bad for scaring you as he comes up to wrap his arms around your shoulders, “sorry baby! but that guy is so dumb.”

you are MORTIFIED and now you’re like, “oh my god, you must think im so weird-”

keigo is confused, why would he think that? he genuinely doesn’t realize that people make fun of you for watching anime and he’s so confused by it when you inform him that a lot of people tend to find it weird

“what?”

“people think its weird so i just-” hahahhasdha keigo lowkey wants to take time out of his day in his professional agency to find out who told you it was weird and made you think you had to hide this from him because he wants to know everything about you! you are the love of his life! you shouldn’t feel the need to hide things!

now he feels like maybe he did something to make you think you had to hide your love for anime even though it is literally adorable to watch you

“baby, it’s not weird. i actually think its cute how angry you get at the characters. and i AGREE like how could he just do that-”

“wait you don’t care...?” you are BLUSHING because he thinks you are CUTE not that you didn’t know this already since he was dating you but like

omg

“of course not, also would you mind restarting this anime, im kind of invested- oh and i brought chicken nuggets”

you lowkey wanna cry he’s so cute

he can tell you don’t believe him so he sets the food down on a coffee table and takes your face in his hands and is all like, “baby. i promise you its fine. and adorable. now let’s restart this show so i can watch with you.”

he winks at you and now you’re like, “whatever no i am NOT restarting.”

then he gets all pouty but its fine he doesn’t need to understand the plot to watch with you and enjoy every moment, he also likes when you explain it really excitedly with all these hand movements, and he especially enjoys when you get mad at characters

he finds it hot

hates when you have a crush on a character he gets so jealous and is not afraid to show it kjahsdahsdsh mans will start hating the character just because you keep talking about how hot they are

“they’re just so BEAUTIFUL.”

keigo, self consciously touching his winds, “im beautiful too...”

he’s so cute

throws popcorn at the screen whenever that character comes on

SHINSOU HITOSHI

hahjsdgjasgdj

THIS BOY is so pretty

anyways you probably fell asleep reading manga, or watching anime or something like that, so it’s like 1AM and you were BINGING because that stuff is great and nobody is there to bother you while you read and watch and stuff its you time

and for some reason people have been opposed to this in the past? so now whenever people come to your room your manga are all like lowkey hidden and you make sure there is no evidence of anima

you did NOT want shinsou finding out and thinking you were weird or anything like that, even though liking anime and manga is NOT weird!!!

if anyone tells you other lmk and i will have strong words with them

so you fell asleep and shinsou comes over because he realizes he forgot something in your room, and like the GENTLEMAN he is, he knocks, but you are asleep and do not hear him!

he’s like eh worst case scenario she’s cheating on me and i end up heartbroken, and this is something he genuinely considers sometimes and he would definitely blame himself if he got cheated on

so he sees you sleeping and you are like a mess because you did not intend to fall asleep, so you’re like in your desk chair, the manga is wide open on your desk or your computer is on and there’s the still going anime aksjdhkjdhas

your neck is in a weird funky way that’ll probably hurt in the morning and shinsou is like oh no i gotta move her i dont want her in pain, he is also wondering why you look so cute because what the hell this is unfair stop it

tbh he probably barely notices the manga, like he’ll just nonchalantly close it and place it on your bedside table because reading manga isn’t weird before coming back to you, in the chair, and like picking you up to put you in bed

now you AWAKEN AND YOU ARE A L E R T because it hits you pretty fast that shinsou is here, this is NOT a dream, he probably saw your manga/anime, and now hates you and is carrying you to your death

this is all false

in the midst of your panic, you knock the both of you down onto the ground, and he’s feels so bad for allowing the two of you to fall nkjasdjakn poor bb

“Y/N im so sorry-”

“hitoshi why are you apologizing?”

he just ignores that and he comes over to you on the floor but your gaze is on the closed computer on your desk or the manga that was placed on your bedside table that you DEFINITELY DID NOT PUT THERE

he saw, he definitely saw, and now you are babbling about how weird he must think you are because of those JERKS who made you think anime and manga are weird

“what are you talking about?”

“well, people always told me how weird it was and sometimes they would... say things”

shinsou quickly realizes you were bullied because you liked manga and anime and stuff like that and now he is contemplating murder <3 what a lovely boyfriend

as someone who has experience with bullying himself, he finds this especially stupid, its literally just a show and book, and kinda wants to ask you the names of the people who told you these things so he can hunt them d o w n

instead shinsou prioritizes you and your insecurities first, “babe... no. its just anime? there’s no problem with watching it. whoever told you that was just a jerk.” jk he uses more colorful vocabulary

shinsou is completely ready to spend the next hour convincing you that there is nothing to worry about because there really isn’t

“so you don’t think its weird?” his heart almost breaks when he hears your voice and he just nods and gives you a lil smile

“not at all... actually i was wondering what was so interesting that you stayed up until” he’s looking at the time, “2AM.”

now you’re blushing but you still launch into an explanation of the entire anime and honestly anime/manga plots are so extensive and cool and well done and that just makes them so fun and complicated to explain

shinsou is trying his hardest to understand but you are very cute as you explain using lots of vivid hand gestures and adorable faces and wow he’s been distracted

will try his hardest to understand so that you can talk with him about it more often, genuinely finds it great watching you tell him about something you enjoy so much and hates that you felt the need to keep it a secret

he wonders how many times you hid away the manga or anime when he came over and feels like an inconvenience

anyways he really really really likes you so now he just listens as you rant about how cute certain characters are and lowkey gets jealous

“WHY IS HE SO HOT.”

“he’s not... that hot.” grumbling and stuff as he plays with the edge of his sleeve and borderline glares at the screen.

A/N: i hope this wasn’t bad akshfjakshdkjh

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amicweald · 6 years

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Poems for strangers - Luke Hemmings

The tranquillity flowing around your head followed the lines you’d draw on your notebook smoothly, composing the silhouette of a posing man. Your stained hand would leave accidental charcoal spots as you slid the pencil over his body, shading the figure imperfectly offering a perfect purpose to it. I broke down your mountains, but never you I didn’t walk 13 thousand miles, but I would have walk 100 And to climb a mountain might have been fun, but your curves will always be my favourites The ghost of the melody danced between your ears as if a guitar was chasing after the words. A bass was added, trembling with your heart and then, came the drums as footsteps coming closer. As stomps grew closer, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. The lyrics fell down your back fading as you opened your eyes up to the new voice entering your headspace. “Hey!” he smiled stepping back, fearing the answer “Hi, uhm…I’m Luke.” The blonde haired boy stretched out his hand towards you and you friendly took it shaking it “Hi, there” you smiled confused, you not very used to random people introducing themselves. You were resting on the immensity of red cinema chairs, that the small venue, where you worked, had. Alone and happily enjoying your lunchtime sketching and humming bodies and lyrics, away from the burning hell that summer had to fill the streets with. “Ahm, you know, actually” he began, pushing the cushioned seat down to sit next to you “I’m part of this band, 5 Seconds of Summer, and I don’t know if you know us but we’re playing here at-” “I know.” you interrupted him unintentionally, making him stop with his arm up still point at the stage, where the band would play that night. “What? Wait, you listen to us?” his smile grew bigger as the guilt in your chest increased just as fast. You scratch the back of your neck, avoiding his blue eyes “Well, no… I just happen to work here” you smiled hoping he wouldn’t eat you out of anger “I know every artist who comes up in this stage, It’s kind of what I do” you laugh uncomfortably. He was so pretty, maybe if you’d have lied he would’ve kept smiling. Idiot. “Oh, you work here…” he sank a little into his chair and before he could speak you continue to try to make him feel better “I work here as a summer job, yeah. Sometimes I help with lights or sound, scenarios, but the thing that I’m known for is the calendar, I basically remind everyone of what’s happening” you laughed, and he smiled back sympathetically “I don’t really have time to listen to music outside these stages” He laughed loudly, as a sense of relief rushed through your body “Well, that’s a bummer, there’s a lot of amazing artists and albums out there nowadays” “I bet, but trust me, the only music I get to hear throughout the year is the same old boring ones my teachers insists on making me dance to.” your hands joined on your knees, tugging your notebook closer to you. He was such a taller presence next to you. You felt his strong cologne hugging your body making it impossible to forget, his pierced smile made momentarily your heart race and you felt your face grow warmer when you notice his dimples. “You dance in class? I don’t remember that being a thing back when I was your age” he joked. “I’m majoring in dancing, dumb head.” he hummed at you with a smile “‘Back when you were my age’ was like a week ago. You’re like what? 19?” “Close. I’m 20” his hand grabbed his chin, joking a seductive look “Guess I still keep my looks, huh?” you laugh hiding your face behind your hands “And you? How old are you?” “A strong 18 and a half years old, sir” you announced proudly. “So, does this 18 and a half ballerina have a name?” “I didn’t introduce my self, did I?” your cheeks burnt pink just as your bottom lip did, while Luke shook his head amused in the background “I’m Y/n, sorry” “You really don’t look like a dancer, Y/n” he bit his bottom lip next to his black piercing. Something tickled inside your belly before you replied “What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t have the ballet girl body?” His dimples deepened watching you smile “No, no. You’re perfectly fine. I just thought of you more like a musician.” You’re perfectly fine. “A musician?” you laughed. “That was actually the reason why I came to talk to you.” you watch his lips carefully following his hand movements as the voice that was meant to haunt your memory spoke “Me and my band are doing some gigs here and there but we’re trying to build a new album and we’re just looking for inspiration and different points of view of the world, you know. I was going to ask you if you write poems or even music.” the chant of his voice almost distracted you from the question, the one you blushed at, trying not to give away that in your hands were the pages that you filled with melodies, verses and doodles. “Well, I guess sometimes I do.” “Do ever shared them with anyone?” “Rarely, only when I think it’s decent enough” “What do you think of writing a poem or show me one of yours and I’ll arrange a song with it?” his blue eyes pierced your shiny ones to reach your soul, it was hard to deny such offer, but most importantly to deny such a man. “Really? Like you guys would sing and play it?” “Yeah, of course. That’s like the whole point of this album” his smile came up again. His black painted nails drummed against the armrest of the chair, his forearm led up to his bicep hugged tightly by the sleeve of his shirt. His collarbones poked out off out of the shirt’s collar and you felt yourself lost in burning cheeks again. He was beautiful. “That would be awesome” you smiled for the 100th time to him “I actually keep the poems I wrote in here” you looked down at the book in your hand, leading his eyes to it. Looking at it you felt embarrassed by the messiness of notebook: it was stained in its sides, had papers of different sizes folded in it and it was ridiculously fat “I need to get a new one”. “And you write 'sometimes’ you say?” he looked surprised at the notebook, resisting the temptation of open it immediately and read the creativity of the girl in front of him. “Well sometimes in a day, I guess.” you shyly replied. “I knew you wrote poems, you just have that vibe.” he laughed. You opened up the notebook you’ve never shown to anyone. All the thoughts that fill your mind orderer into rhyming sentences were overflowing that book. “I strangely trust you, Luke” you slowly search through the pages, looking for a poem that you were mildly proud of until you reached one about yourself and your journey as to accept you as you were. You apprehensively look at his royal eyes and something weird felt down your body. A sense of safeness excessed from his iris and his endearing smile felt like you were being held warmly behind your back. You hand him over the poem and you breathe deeply while he blandly mouthed your handwriting. After a minute he breath out the last words, startling you a bit “’I am worth it, I’ve always been’…” he took a moment to sink in your words and you sank in your chair out of embarressement “You know, it’s not that well written and maybe has a poor concept, I-” “This is beautiful, Y/n” he looked back into the mirrors and flowers doodle around the poem, completely aroused. You didn’t notice but your heart was pounding against your chest and didn’t know how to make it stop. You were out of words to say, you were not expecting a compliment, it also didn’t help the pulsation of your heart. You looked down at your now empty and vulnerable hands and the only thing you could think of came out in a whisper “It’s really personal.” Some long seconds went by until his sight left the poem noticing you and your flustered mess again. “Hey” his hand touched gently your shoulder unfocusing your thoughts “I’m a writer too, ok? You don’t need to be scared or embarrassed of what you feel. I do this all the time.” he pointed “It feels like I’m giving all of me to art but sometimes you just need it. You just need to get it out, for someone to listen. This is truly…” he didn’t finish and instead squeeze your arm looking at your soft smile. His eyes burnt your skin and you hid yourself behind your hands, leaning onto the armrest separating you both “I’m such a derp” you said. You heard him chuckled above you. But apart from the melody of his giggle playing in your brain, it was his arms around you that made you freeze in your place. His hands were hugging your back making your skin tickle and burn at the touch through your sweatshirt, your heart skipped a beat and you could hear it relaxing and slowing down again from the euphoric moment. Before he let go your arms travelled to his waist resting on his arms and almost magically, both of you pulled tighter in the hug at the same time, as a puff of his perfume filled your lungs. Here you were hugging a complete stranger, a stranger that had just read something you wouldn’t give to anyone and a stranger who made you feel better than any of your previous boyfriends did. His hand dived into your hair, brushed through it and as he slowly pulled off placed his hand on your cheek. Your head slid off his neck, but he didn’t push away. “Thank you for letting me read that poem. It’s beautifully written.” he whispered. You were inches apart, your noses almost touched and you could smell the mint toothpaste in his breath. Your eyes were stuck on his comforting voice and pink lips, just as his were on yours. But reality hit Luke softly and he looked down at the opened book on the armrest, as he leaned back your hand placed his biceps fell but he gently caught it holding it around his fingertips. You felt drugged, everything besides from you two was blurry, something stronger than anything you’ve remembered pushed you to him and you couldn’t see any disadvantages in that. With his other hand, he closed the notebook and it seemed like his voice hadn’t gotten deeper and sore, but still gentle "Will I see you tonight?” he asked rubbing his thumbs on your palm, the butterflies were ranging inside. “I wouldn’t miss it.” you looked up to him, forcing him to look back. Suddenly everything was crystal blue, but everything you could focus on was the trembling ocean that the blue would escape to show. His eyebrows furrowed as if he was in pain, as if he didn’t want to feel this way, as if he didn’t want to be this vulnerable again. He led your hand close to his mouth placing a long kiss on it, shivers electrocuted your whole arm. He let your hand fall on your notebook and stood up. You wanted to say something, something that would make him stay, but you couldn’t find a poem to ask and you couldn’t find a melody to sing. “Until then, beautiful.” he left with a smile, which only made you retribute it with another. As he walked out of the room, you looked back to the hand he just kissed. Your heart deeply pounded in your chest, the butterflies fond their way out and they were humming around your head, the lights on the stage seemed brighter and your body lighter. Did I just fell in love with a stranger? But he was no stranger, in your heart, you’ve known him for years.

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video-killed-the-radio-host · 3 years

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Make Me Fall

DISCLAIMER: While this may have Good Omens vibes, this is not a Good Omens AU. It just has a simular feel because I’m writing a GO secret santa gift.

This piece will have a follow up and it will be a part of Foyersign

Cecil looks up from the papers on his desk when there’s a soft knock on the door. He picks up his glass of wine and leaves his office. He moves to the entrance hallway and looks out the peephole. A man dressed in a white button down and cream colored slacks stands on the porch, completely drenched from the rain.

No...It can’t be...They wouldn’t. Would they? Cecil unlocks the door and smirks at his visitor. “Don’t tell me they made you come all this way in the pouring rain.”

The man in white crosses his arms and Cecil catches a golden shimmer around him. It lasted only a second but it was long enough for Cecil to notice. That confirmed Cecil’s suspicions. The shorter man narrows his eyes in annoyance at the demon in front of him.

“No. They didn’t send me.” The angel is clearly trying his best to stay calm. “I came on my own.”

Cecil looks him over and takes a long slow sip of his wine. “Are you sure you want to come in Little Feather? Trust to be alone with me?”

“I have a name.” The angel snaps. “It’s not Little Feather.”

“Hm.” Cecil turns on his heel and starts back inside before stopping and looking back. “Are you coming?”

“You...want me too?”

“You are more than welcome to stand in the rain all night but you did come all this way. I figure I’ll hear you out. Though I hope you make that choice soon. I only have half a bottle left and the house tends to be rather drafty.” Cecil starts to walk again. “My office is just down the hall.” He stops just outside the door of the office and gives the angel a wink. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Cecil sits back down at the desk, glass in hand. He leans back and crosses his legs, smiling against the glass as he hears the door shut. He summons another glass and fills it, offering it as the angel enters his office.

The angel takes the glass and looks at it skeptically. The sight makes Cecil chuckle.

“It’s just wine. Merlot to be exact. It isn’t drugged. I don’t have a habit of drugging angels. Even if they do interrupt my work.” Cecil picks up his own glass and takes a long drink. “Why don’t we start with your name?”

The angel looks up from the wine. “Nyx. And I know you are Caecus. One of Lilith’s most favored generals.”

Cecil waves his hand. “Caecus is my formal name. You can call me Cecil.” He sits the glass down and folds his hands, leaning forward. “What can I do for you Nyx?”

“I…” Nyx shifts and then downs the wine in one long drink.

Cecil raises an eyebrow in amusement. “Do I make you nervous?”

“I need your help.” Nyx blurts, sitting down the empty glass.

Cecil tilts his head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“I…” Nyx takes a deep breath. “I need your help. Please. I- I’m begging you. I’ll do anything but ple-please help me.” He stands and rounds the desk.

Cecil scoots the chair back in a failed attempt to put distance between them. “Nyx…”

“Please…” Nyx kneels on the chair, grasping Cecil’s shoulders. “I’ve been studying you for a while. I know that I’m your type. And I know that it’s been a while since you’ve bedded anyone.”

“Nyx.” Cecil says softly, his voice tight. He had to admit that the angel was attractive and with him being so close made it so hard not to take him here and now. He was ready and willing and yet… “Nyx stop.”

"You're a Demon of Lust. I know you want me." Nyx rolls his body against Cecil's.

Cecil grips the arms of the chair and feels his eyes flicker black. "Nyx. Stop. Slow down." He puts a shaking hand on Nyx's hip. "Tell me what you need help with."

Nyx reluctantly stops his writhing. "I've…" He looks down. "Maybe...maybe I should show you instead…"

"O...kay…"

Nyx slowly stands, turning around. He unbutton his shirt and lets it fall to the floor. Cecil watches with slight confusion. Nyx takes a deep breath and unfurls his wings.

Angels are known for their beautiful wings. Large, elegant and pure as the driven snow. Nyx's were completely mangled. As if they were attacked by a bear. Cecil felt his own wings, folded and tucked out of sight, shift uncomfortably.

"Who did this to you?"

Nyx turns back around. "One of my higher ups…" He looks up into Cecil's face. "I want you to help me get the strength to fight back."

Cecil studies Nyx's face. "You-"

"Please. I have nowhere else to go."

"Nyx you know that if you do this there is no going back."

"I know. I know but I don't care."

"You could end up Fallen."

"If I do, then I will give you my unwavering loyalty."

"That's...a big promise."

"I'm desperate."

"How do you know I won't kill you?"

"If you wanted me dead you would have killed me already." Nyx carefully sits on Cecil's lap, straddling the demon.

Cecil puts his hands on Nyx's hips. "Do you want me?"

"I'm...sorry?"

"Do you want me?" Cecil asks again. "I'm not going any further until I get your explicit consent."

"You...want to help me?"

"I do. But you're avoiding the question."

Nyx ducks his head in embarressment and Cecil catches a light blush.

"I do." Nyx whispers. "I have but-"

Cecil tips the angel's chin up. "But?"

"I'm not used to being asked if I want something." Nyx makes himself look up at Cecil's dark eyes. "I just do as I'm told."

Cecil hums softly. "You want control. Don't you?"

"It would be nice, yes." Nyx admits.

Cecil leans close to Nyx's face, fingers still under his chin. "So take it."

Time seemed to freeze for a long minute as Nyx stares at him with wide eyes. He searches Cecil's face as if expecting this to be a trick. When nothing happened, Nyx lets out a slow breath. He loops his arms around Cecil's neck and kisses him. It's nervous and clumsy but a first step. Once the angel seemed to get his feet under him so to speak, the kiss becomes more steady. He fists the dark purple vest Cecil was wearing over a black dress shirt. Shakey hands fumble over the buttons until it's open and Cecil shrugs it off.

Cecil chuckles softly at his enthusiasm as Nyx breaks the kiss and goes for the shirt. His fingers were shaking to much to work open the buttons so he grasps and pulls it open, sending the buttons flying. Nyx looks up into Cecil's face, opening his mouth to apologize. Cecil just grins.

"There you go."

"I'm sorry. I-"

Cecil kisses him to silence him. "Don't worry about it. Its an easy fix. Keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"You're adorable." Cecil chuckles and shrugs the shirt off, tossing both the shirt and the vest to the side. "You won't believe the number of clothes I've accidently set on fire."

Nyx nods a little, clearly not listening as his eyes study the winding tattoos spanning across Cecil's torso. He trails his fingertips down one, smiling when Cecil shudders. "Do these mean anything?"

"They do. But it's a long story so perhaps another time?"

"Of course." Nyx nods, leaning down to kiss Cecil's neck as he works his hands down Cecil's torso. He then runs blunt nails down the demon's back, fingers catching on feathers he couldn't see but knew were there. He feels Cecil shudder and make a choked whimpering sound. Nyx sits up instantly. "Bad?"

"Sensitive." Cecil corrects. "Always have been. Not...bad."

"Promise?"

Cecil brings Nyx's hand up and nips his fingertips. "I promise."

Nyx nods and takes a deep breath. He then reaches for Cecil's belt. He looks up, almost as if asking for permission.

"It's alright. I don't bite." Cecil quirks a smile. "Unless you ask me to."

Nyx can't help the small smile in return. "Maybe next time?" He asks tentatively.

"Next time?"

"M sorry. It just...slipped out-"

"I wouldn't mind a next time." Cecil runs his manicured nails down Nyx's spine, making the mangled wings flutter and shake a few feathers loose. He raises an eyebrow when Nyx arcs his back in response. He decides to file that away for later. He then jolts in surprise when a cold hand wraps around his dick. "Unholy fuck."

"Sorry...angels are always cold…"

"S alright. Just caught off guard is all." He kisses Nyx's jaw. "Not bad. But surprising."

Nyx offers a small smile and gives an experimental pump, closing his eyes. He lets Cecil's deep moan wash over him. No wonder lust was a sin.

"Nyx. Nyx." Cecil pants out after a few minutes, grasping Nyx's wrist. "Slow down."

Nyx stops. "Sorry…"

"It's not bad. I promise. I just don't want to shoot off so quick. I'm a bit off my game. Like you said, it's been a while."

Nyx ducks his head in embarrassment again but Cecil tips his chin you. "You are in control here. Are you ready to take that next step?"

Nyx searched Cecil's face again. Is this a trick? "I...think so."

"May I?" Cecil asks, running his fingers along the top of Nyx's pants.

"Please…"

Cecil makes quick work of the slacks, nearly ripping them in the process. He braces his hands on the angel's hips as Nyx pulls himself up, putting himself at nearly Cecil's height. He then reaches down and starts to line himself up.

"W-wait. You don't want prep-"

It was Nyx's turn to laugh. "You haven't bedded an angel before have you?"

"No? They tend to avoid me being a demon and all."

"Well…" Nyx slowly sinks down and his eyes flutter as he moans softly. "We're self lubricating." He smirks.

Cecil manages to squeak out an "Oh I see." Before Nyx starts to roll his hips, fucking himself on Cecil's dick. He grips Cecil's shoulders and lifts himself nearly completely off before sinking back down and rolling his hips again.

Cecil is shocked by how loud the soft spoken angel was, his volume nearly matching Cecil's own. Cecil watches Nyx's face as they move together. His head was tipped back to expose his neck. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted enough to let short breathes and moans slip past. Cecil leans forward to bite the crook of Nyx's neck, sucking a deep mark into the pale skin and running his tongue over the spot to soothe it. That made Nyx's hips jerk faster and his moans climb in pitch. Cecil finds he likes how this angel moans. Sweet and ready to be absolutely ruined.

Nyx abandons any rhythm he may have had as his thrusts became sparatic and irregular.

"Are you going to cum on me Little Feather?" Cecil asks against Nyx's ear. "Mark me as your own? Show the world you topped a big bad Demon of Lust-" He gasps and tips his head back as his orgasm hits out of nowhere. He feels his wings shoot out, huge and black as the void.

Nyx cums a moment later, shimmering semen coating both of their stomachs. "-and he came first." He smirks before slumping forward with a content smile. He feels his wings start to heal themselves and could tell without looking that the feathers were beginning to bleed black. He had Fallen and he found he really didn't care.

#foyersign2020 #wtnv cecil #part one of two #alexs oc nyx

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boyfriend!taeyong

- (admin: can i just say that taeyong is my type, i’d wanna meet someone like him *cries*)

- a very comfortable relationship

- talking wasn’t really necessary as you two were already very relaxed people

- expect a lot of smiling

- because he usually doesn’t express his feelings well, but with you, he’d smile and laugh comfortably

- a lot of skinship, spooning, cuddling, hugs and small kisses, i wouldn’t see him as the type be a fan of pda, small pecks on the nose (oh my god) and forehead

- taeyong would be a very traditional boyfriend, yet he always liked trying new things

- the two of you would go out on dates every single week, but taeyong was always the one to plan the dates out, and he never let you down as they would all be amazing

- for most of the time, taeyong was always the one to come home late from work, yet the two of you would always have dinner together, even if it was at 2 am in the morning

- days where he came home super early or you were the late one was sort of a blessing

- coming home to the smell of his cooking after a long tiring day at work was heaven to you

- he’d probably cook you breakfast in bed... every morning, make you packed lunch for work and when you came home, you were greeted with a table full of delicious food

- you’d hold gatherings at your place, inviting the other members to join

- taeyong would be in charge of cooking, while you polished the place up

- your apartment would already be very clean and organized if you had taeyong as your boyfriend

- after the parties, the two of you would clean up together, talking about everything and anything that came to the tops of your minds

- your conversation flowed no matter what topic it had

- when you went out together, you’d receive many compliments from others saying that you looked so good together

- but let’s be real taeyong is the hot one out of you two

- he wouldn’t know what bed hair was

- flawless af skin

- hats

- matching couple hats or snapbacks, he’d be into those

- or shoes

- during winter when it got cold, you guys would move your couch over to the heater and watch your marathons from there

- winter was the season where you basically wore everything in taeyong’s closet, his hoodies, and jackets

- taeyong’s closet would probably be better than yours, he has a great sense of style

- when it got really really really cold, you try baking together- pies, cakes anything sweet which would keep you warm

- you had two fridges because he’d make so much food, you’d always end up giving some to the other members

- ROAD TRIPS DURING SUMMER

- you guys would travel everywhere in his small car, sometimes you’d rent a camping trailer if you wanted to stay overnight

- lying down on a blanket next to taeyong under the stars

- he’d love taking candid pictures of you, but kept them in a different folder on his phone

- selcas together everywhere

- finding the folder of your pics on his phone honestly made you crack up

- what’s this??

- he’d snatch the phone away, embarressed, mumbling excuses

- “i miss you when i’m on tour”

- during times of promoting you’d hardly ever see him

- you knew he was busy but he always made time to call you right before you slept

- yes, he memorized your timetable

- talking to him on the phone at 12 am with the other members present was definately interesting

- “taeyong hyung is talking to his girlfriend~~”

- and then you’d hear them getting hit next

- sometimes you wondered if he loved winwin more than he loved you?

- but it was okay because winwin was cute and you loved him as well

- you loved the way he looked after the other members as a leader would

- nct was just one big happy family to you

- taeyong would be sensitive, little things would trigger him if he was the slightest bit irritated

- but his attitude was understandable because he always had work pile on top of him, that’s why you try to make things comfortable for him at home

- you’d rarely have fights but when you did, they were always big fights

- you would let him yell at you because what he needed was to vent out his anger and fustration and you didn’t mind if it was on you

- after his rampage, he’d hug you and apologize, making you a huge meal afterward

- on days off you’d come with him to the studio to see him practice

- he’s such a good rapper and dancer

- like damnnnnn

- taeyong wouldn’t be the type of person to get jealous, he trusted you like you trusted him, talking and interacting with the other members actually made him happy as the most important people in his life were getting along well

- but when he would get jealous he’d give you the could shoulder for like a week

- taeyong’s usually the maniler type, so when he does aegyo thats when you know shits about to go down

- he’s neat freak self would annoy the hell out of you sometimes

- but you loved him :) and that’s all that mattered after all!

+ yayy, first post! i’ve wanted to write a boyfriend!taeyong for so long

please request bc i’m lonely and bored-

gen~

#nct nctu nct127 taeyong boyfriend!series boyfriend!au leetaeyong

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