contains: smut inspired by this vid (porn, click at your own discretion), riding, squirting, slight angst if you squint really good, use of names like “doll” and “sir”, overstimulation, i haven’t finished requiem yet pls no spoilers 💔
“fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good.” leon groaned as you lowered yourself on his cock, your warm walls enveloping him so well. his hands stayed plastered to your hips, biting his lip as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy, the friction feeling so good.
you leaned back, grabbing one of his hands and guiding it to caress your breast, whining as his rough calloused hand toyed with your nipple as you continued riding him, your bounces slow but deliberate. “y’r cock feels soooo good, leonnn..” you moaned out, throwing your head back as pure bliss exploded throughout your system.
“just like that, doll. you can give more, can’t you?” he said with a smirk, laying back as his grip subtly tightened on your hips, his hands gently guiding your bounces to make them slightly harder and slightly faster, the slaps of skin on skin more prominent now.
“mmm fuck, y-yes sir..” you moaned out as you braced your hands on his stomach, subtly feeling him up and relishing in the feel of his muscles under your warm hands, your bounces getting faster and more desperate.
leon groaned out as your pussy gripped him like a vice, his head thrown back as his chest rose and fell faster, almost gasping for air as the building pleasure started becoming too much. “i-i’m- fuck! close, so fuckin’ close, doll.” he moaned out.
your rhythm began to falter as you felt your own orgasm approaching, your thighs straining to keep going at the same pace. “i’m close but i- ngh i can’t..” you whined, your brows furrowing in frustration. “h-hurts- ah!”
your complaints were disrupted by a surprised shriek as leon’s strong arms wrapped around your waist and kept you in place. your complaint died in your throat as leon began to thrust into you, his grunts and groans filling your ears. your arms wrapped around his neck as your moans grew in volume, looking at him and admiring his face as he looked so concentrated on chasing the ecstasy your pussy was giving him.
your eyes fell down to the growing black mark on his neck and shoulder, making your heart clench slightly as it reminded you of what he’d been through. any thoughts that were forming in your head were soon erased as you felt leon’s lips wrap around your nipple, sucking harshly and making you arch into him. the added sensations made you gush even more around his cock, moaning more as you felt his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.
“fuck! l-leonnnnn, ‘m gonna cum!” you squealed out as your body shook with each harsh thrust he gave you. your hands came into his hair and tugged slightly, crying out from the overwhelming pleasure that filled your body.
“cum for me baby, c’mon.” he groaned out, sweat forming on his brow as he worked harder to please you, his thrusts somehow getting even harsher, his cock slamming into your cervix, every plap plap plap! getting even louder. “give me to me, doll.”
you cried out loud as your entire body shook, your pussy gushing on his cock hard. your cries mixed with his moans as he felt you squirt on him, his thrusts not letting up one bit as he chased his own orgasm, driving you to overstimulation. “oh fuuuuckk… you dirty girl..” he groaned out before he practically threw you on the bed, fixing your legs into a mating press and fucking you through your overstimulation. “you can give me one more, yeah? cum with me.” he smirked at you, watching as tears formed in your eyes, your back arching off of the bed and your body writhing from the overwhelming pleasure.
you all but screamed out as you came, your legs shaking violently in leon’s hands. “fuckfuckfuckfuck!! i-it’s too much..” you whined out.
leon fixed your legs once more and wrapped them around his waist, before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you up, crashing his lips against yours. he swallowed your moans and groaned against your lips as he came with one final harsh thrust. you whined at the feeling of his cum painting your insides, warmth filling your entire body.
leon rested his forehead against yours, panting softly. “fuck.. i love you, so much.” he said soothingly.
your eyes fluttered slowly, your smile stretching across your lips slowly as you looked at him dazed. “i love you too, leon.” you managed to giggle out, placing a soft quick kiss against his lips.
“c’mon doll, let’s get you cleaned up.” he said before gently picking you up from the bed, his now soft cock still in you, and carrying you to the bathroom.
content contains: angst to fluff, reassurance, yearning, reader and leon get into a small arguement. title from consume by chase atlantic ♡
you never had a single regret in your life, you thought. you had a steady job, good income to take care of yourself, you had a loving boyfriend, the cutest dog who you took care of and who kept you company, and an amazing boyfriend.
the only thing you’ve come to hate about your boyfriend was his secretive job. the one where he spent days away. he claims he couldn’t tell you what he does, something about not wanting to put you in danger. you weren’t sure what that even meant, but you had trusted him. enough to not question it, until recently.
he had come back from said mission a couple days ago, but something was different now. he was more quiet. guarded. whatever happened at wherever he was had changed him. the uncertainty of what he does was now eating you inside.
whenever you had tried to touch him or comfort him, he withdrew from your touch with a gruff “not today. please.” you tried to be understanding. but it was hard when it had now felt like he didn’t love you.
“leon, do you love me anymore?” you asked one night, looking at him with a pained expression as you tried your best to fight your tears. you watched as he stiffened on the edge of the bed, his hard eyes now softening slightly as he looked up at you.
“yes. i do love you, always.” he replied, a subtle softness to his demeanor now but you could still feel the walls he put up.
“then how come i don’t feel it?” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you balled your hands at your sides and your eyes brimmed with tears. “i tried leon. tried to be complacent. but this? this hurts.” you took a shaky breath before continuing.
“you said you couldn’t tell me what you do for work. i respected that. as long as you came back home to me, i respected the secrecy. but i don’t even know where you were. and now, you’re changed. you won’t even let me touch you after you came back from god knows where!” your voice was shaky and raised as you cried from the frustration that filled you.
“because i don’t want anything to happen to you!” he raised his voice back, now standing with his full guard back up, his hard eyes looking into your soft ones. you flinched slightly at his tone, your eyes widened slightly.
without another word, you turned around and left the room, closing the door to the bedroom as you went to sit in the living room. you ignored his soft call of your name.
he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to think of what to do. after a few minutes, he followed you into the living room, his heart breaking as he looked at your shaking form on the couch crying softly. “baby…” he murmured as he slowly approached you.
“i don’t even know where you were, leon. do you know how scary that was?” you said softly, sniffling a bit. “i couldn’t contact you while you were gone for days. and something happened to you, i can tell. a-and i want to help you, but you won’t even let me in anymore.” you looked up at him with teary red eyes.
“i’m sorry. and i know saying that won’t fix it, but i really am sorry.” he said gently. “i can’t fully tell you what i do, because it’s dangerous. all i can say, is i work for a part of the government. everything i do is top secret, but it is dangerous, and all i want to do it protect you.” he said gently, taking your hands and gently rubbing his thumbs over the top of your hands.
“i have lost so much already. i can’t afford to lose you either.” he swallowed thickly. “i was in spain. on a mission. but i promise you, all i could think of was coming home to you.” his soft sigh came out shaky. “i’m sorry that i haven’t been the best to you.” he said.
you looked up at him with a pained expression, closely watching his face and witnessing all the emotions flashing across his face. your hand came up to cup his cheek, your thunb gently rubbing his skin.
he leaned into your touch softly, before slowly moving down to kneel in front of you. “let me make it up to you.. yeah?” he said, sincere love in his eyes. “let me show you how sorry i am for ever hurting you.” he said, his hands coming to your waist and gently rubbing your sides with his thumbs in soft soothing circles.
“i don’t need you to show me anything, leon. i just want to help you.” you said, both hands now cupping his cheeks. “let me take care of you for once. i want to help you through whatever pain you’re going through.”
he leaned into you, his head resting on your chest as his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
your hands came to rest in his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp. “i love you.” he said softly, making your heart skip a beat.
“i love you too, leon.” you said softly, your head resting on top of his.
sorry for lowkey disappearing HAHSHSHA, this is lowkey ass but… yeah! (i haven’t written in so long please forgive me)
“fuck doll… you’re killing me..” leon panted out gruffly, his hands steady on your hips, guiding you as you rode his cock at a steady pace.
you smiled and bit your lip as you rode him, your hands on his shoulders, steadying yourself. your moans came out in short steady breaths, your thighs starting to ache. “fuckkk, it’s s-soo bigggg…” you whined out, your brain short circuiting as the pleasure shot all throughout your body.
“this pussy was made for me, yeah?” leon groaned as your pussy squeezed at his words. “oh fuck, baby.” he moaned, leaning back against the chair he was sat in. he noticed your bounces faltering slightly as the pain in your muscles got worse and worse.
“‘m so close.. need more, please..” you moaned, looking at leon’s intense gaze with tears welled in your own eyes, fluttering your lashes innocently.
“yeah? that’s not how you ask, darling.” he said, tightening his grip on your hips and pulling you down, stopping your bouncing. he couldn’t help but smirk while he listened to the squeak you let out as you felt his cock still inside you, reaching that spot that made you see stars.
“p-please sir… i want it- n-no! i need it, pleaaaseee sirrrr.” you whined, your nails starting to dig into his shoulders as you ground your hips back and forth, trying to get any friction to calm the aching need in your body.
“gooood girl..” he groaned as he stood up from the chair, keeping your body flush against his before he all but threw you onto the bed, quickly grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders, the new angle making him reach even deeper into that deliciously spongy spot.
you whined and moaned as he immediately started with hard, ruthless thrusts, your back arching towards him as he fucked you. “fuuuuuck baby girl, just like that, yeah?” he moaned, smirking as he watched every thought leave your head. “my sweet girl likes it fuckin’ rough.” he couldn’t help but chuckle, biting down on his lip as he focused on his harsh thrusts.
you cried out as his cock continued hitting that delicious spot, your hands clutching the sheets as if your life depended on it. “f-fuck! i, hnnnng, i love itttt..” you giggled out, almost sounding drunk. “fuckkk, ‘m so closeee..” you moaned out.
“yeah? cum for me, my sweet girl.” he said, his brows furrowing in concentration as one hand came down and began to circle your clit with his fingers, watching every single reaction of yours.
you gasped at the extra friction on your clit, your moans pitching up as the knot in your belly wound tighter and tighter. your gasps came faster and faster until the knot snapped and you came hard.
leon moaned as he felt you clench, your thighs shaking in his strong hold. “fuck, you’re such a good fuckin’ girl f’r me.” he moaned, starting to chase his own release.
your body continued shaking as he kept fucking you through your overstimulation. “cum in me, pleasepleasepleaseeee” you drooled out, biting your lip and practically looking at him with hearts in your eyes.
leon’s eyes widened as his thrusts faltered slightly before he sped back up, his thrusts now harder than before, making you squeal and moan with each thrust. “gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah?” he groaned, chuckling as you nodded enthusiastically.
“what my girl wants, she fuckin’ gets.” he moaned out in between each thrust. he leaned down and locked your lips in a heated kiss, before cumming inside you with one last harsh thrust, his moans mingling with yours.
“fuuuuck… keep it all in, okay?” he said, pulling back slightly and looking at where you both were joined, noticing some of the cum leaking out of you. “gotta, make sure it keeps..” he said before he started thrusting again, fucking the cum back into you.
in which you've been in love with your best friend all your life, but she was too blind to notice your signs, just as blind as you were to hers.
(based off of good luck babe by chapell roan. slight mention of smoking)
you sighed as you sat down on the curb of the street, your ears ringing slightly from how loud the speakers were, now just a distant sound. you tried to pat down your obnoxiously poofy dress, huffing in frustration as you just made it worse. you rested your chin on your hand as you stared off into the night sky, your cheeks aching from smiling all day.
it was your wedding day after all, what wasn't there to be happy about? but as you recall standing on the alter, your eyes landing on your now husband as you walked down the aisle, you couldn't help but feel like something was missing. of course, you loved your husband, but your soul ached for something that your husband couldn't fill.
"hey." you flinched slightly in surprise as you turned around to see her standing right behind you, cigarette already in between her lips as she looked down at you with the softest smile gracing her lips.
"shoko." you said almost breathlessly, smiling widely. your heart filled with immense joy as she bent down to sit down right next to you on the curb. while anybody else would've scolded you for risking getting your dress dirty from the street, she embraced everything you did, and she loved it.
"congrats." she said, huffing out a puff of smoke into the night air, and without a single look, she extended the cigarette to you, elegantly balanced between her fingers as if second nature.
"h-huh?" you said, your eyes wide as you took the cigarette from her, immediately inhaling the bitter smoke. you coughed slightly as you exhaled the smoke, the cigarette burning your lungs as it had been a while.
"tying the knot. your wedding, silly." she said, motioning to your dress with a soft chuckle as you flushed from embarrassment.
"oh, right." you giggled sheepishly, handing the cigarette back to her. "i thought you didn't end up coming.." you said softly, your smile fading off of your face.
"you were busy, y'know, getting married. i got here towards the middle of the reception." she said, not glancing at you and staring at the starry sky instead, her face slightly grim. "so.. nanami, huh?"
"oh, yeah.." you said, looking down at the pavement as you blushed, nodding as shoko looked at you, longing in her eyes as she watched you. "he said he's been in love with me since high school," you laughed incredulously, shaking your head in disbelief.
shoko gave you a short dry chuckle before looking away, gulping down the lump that threatened to form in her throat. "crazy.." she whispered, as if talking to herself.
"i know, right?" you replied. you always had a habit of doing that, and it always made shoko feel seen but all it's doing now is suffocating her. "i missed you, you know.."
"i missed you too." she replied softly, forcing herself to look at you and meeting your soft gaze. she felt like she'd crumble with one wrong move under your warmth. "do you remember... high school?"
"of course i do.." you replied, smiling widely as you began to recall your favorite memories.
"remember how satoru and suguru were always all over each other? and we always knew they had a thing for each other?" she said, chuckling dryly.
"oh god, yes. they're probably at the party, drunk and kissing each other." you giggled, smiling widely.
shoko's heart sped up as she gulped down her nerves, the cigarette in between her nimble fingers long forgotten. "i.. also had a thing back then..." she said lowly, her gaze drifting down to the pavement, "for you.." she finished nervously.
she flinched ever so slightly as your breath hitched, feeling your heart drop as those words sat in your brain. "w-what are you saying shoko..." your now shaky fingers bunching up your dress.
"i.." shoko paused and let out a sigh before looking into your eyes now laced with fear, and she hesitated. "i've been in love with you... since high school.."
you shook your head, tears springing into your eyes and stinging them. "no... y-you're lying.." you stammered out, your voice thickening. "satoru put you up to this, didn't he..." your tears began to fall as shoko shook her head, her lip wobbling slightly. "this... you're... no.. you're lying to me."
"i'm not." she forced out, looking away from you.
you let out a harsh chuckle as you tried forcing your tears back. "fuck.. i was so fucking in love with you shoko." you said, hiccupping at the end of your sentence. "why say something now?"
"i..." she sighed, "i had to get it off my chest," she called your name so softly, in that way you always loved, "i'm sorry.." she said, letting her own tears fall down her cheeks. "i'm sorry i never said anything, and i'm sorry i did say something about it on your wedding day."
and just like clockwork, you woke up with tears streaming down your face. you sat up quickly in bed, wiping the tears off your cheeks harshly, accidentally jostling your husband awake.
"darling..? is everything alright?" he said softly, turning towards you, about to sit up before he felt your hand on his arm, reassuring him.
"y-yes, sorry love. i didn't mean to wake you up." you whispered softly, kissing his cheek before laying back down in your shared bed, sighing. it had been years since then, so why were you thinking about her again?
cw: angst and fluff, stubborn and insecure reader, worried sylus, reader gets injured, inspired by death and rebirth main story update.
you were so sure you could handle it. you needed to be able to handle it. your chest rose and fell harshly as you panted for air, the huge wanderer in front of you not budging at all.
anger rose in you as you remember captain jenna’s face when you said you’d take this job. your grip on your sword tightened as her words bounced around in your head. “are you sure you can do this? it’s a two person job.”
you let out a grunt as you raised your sword, about to attack when pain suddenly blooms in your side and the sudden force makes you topple and lose your balance. before you could land on the floor, your hand caught your fall, allowing you to quickly get back up.
a wanderer had appeared behind you and you were too caught up in your own thoughts to even notice. typical. you wanted to prove to everyone that you could handle missions yourself, you were strong enough, but as always, you proved them right.
your looked down to see a deep gash on your side, quickly staining your white uniform red. your hand came down to the wound to apply pressure on it, soft whimpers escaping you as pain blossomed all over your torso.
just as you were about to raise your sword to deflect the wanderer’s attack, a red-black mist surrounds it, your eyes widening. “no.. no, no, no, no, no!” you yelled, tears springing to your eyes.
you attempted to drag your feet away from the scene, but the familiar warmth of the red-black mist surrounds you as it wraps around your limbs, holding you in place as the rest of it took care of the wanderers you almost lost your life to.
your head hung in defeat as your attempts to free yourself proved useless. you heard the crunch of gravel approaching and you didn’t even look up, not even when those familiar shoes were right in your field of vision.
without a word, his evol lifted you into his warm gentle embrace, the scent of amber and tobacco coaxing your tense muscles to relax. you melted into his arms, your tears falling silently as your body shook with your silent cries. you didn’t want to seem weak. you couldn’t. you instead buried your face into his chest, shame filling you as he carried you to the onychinus base.
once inside, he set you down on his bed. still silent, he went to grab the first aid kit that was kept in the bathroom, opening it and setting it down right beside you. as he reached for its contents, he gently moved your hand away. “darling. let me.” he said softly, his voice filling you with a sense of comfort.
“i got it..” you mumbled as you quickly grabbed the kit with a wince as more blood dripped from your wound, the motion making the pain worsen.
“you can’t even grab it without wincing, i don’t think you ‘got it’.” he said, gently grabbing the kit from you. he watched as you hung your head in defeat, your shoulders shaking. “let me do this for you.”
without another word, you gently lifted your shirt enough for the wound to be treated. you bit your lip as he applied medicine to it, supressing your whimpers of pain as he treated it with gentle fingers.
once he was done wrapping your wound, he gently carried you and pulled you against him, making you lay on his chest as he laid down on his bed. he let out a soft shaky sigh as his hand came up to play with your hair. “you don’t know how worried i was when mephisto told me you were in danger.” he said, his tone laced with a hint of worry.
“i…” you gulped down the lump in your throat, “i thought i had it..” you blinked away your tears, biting your lip before forcing yourself to look up at him. your breath hitched as your eyes met his teary ones. “i’m sorry..” you whispered out, your gaze falling down.
“it’s okay to need help, my love.” he said, gently kissing your head as it came down to rest on his chest again. “i’m here for you, always.”
“i don’t wanna be.. weak.” you mumbled out.
“you are not weak, kitten. we just need more training, and that is okay.” he said reassuringly, his fingers now idly tracing random shapes against your scalp. “call me whenever you need help. that is what i’m here for.”
“okay, sy…” you whispered out as you began to cry once again, burying your face further against his chest, almost as if you wanted to melt into him.
“i love you, kitten.” he whispered, planting the warmest, gentle kiss on your head.
“i love you too, sylus.” you whispered, closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.
cw: nsfw, minors dni, inspired by pretty boy — p1harmony, reader is possessive.
rafayel’s chest heaved as he watched you climb on top of him, his heart pounding in his ears as he watched your every move with wide eyes. “cutie,” he gulped nervously, “w-what are you..”
you giggled at his nervousness, smiling as you straddled his hips, your hot, needy cunt sitting right on top of his clothed erection. “i’m taking care of you.” you said, smiling as you ground your hips against his, relishing in the delicious whine he let out.
his back arched off the bed as your fingertips traced all over his body, leaving goosebumps in their wake as you continued to grind against him. he couldn’t help the near pornographic whines and moans that came out of him as your fingers began to toy with his sensitive nipples. “o-oh fuckkk cutie.. don’t d-do that..”
your smile grew as you watched him writhe underneath you before leaning down to press hot kisses all over his neck, your mouth clamping down to suck dark hickeys and trailing them down his chest, letting out some of your own whines as his hips bucked up for more of that delicious friction you were giving him. once you were done practically devouring him, you sat up to admire your handiwork.
the sight of his flushed skin, now glowing with hickeys turned you on even more. his cheeks and the tips of his ears were glowing red and you couldn’t help but moan at the sight of his tear filled eyes. “god, you’re so pretty raf.” you moan out as you ground your hips harder and faster, giggling as he whimpered even more.
“o-oh cutie.. i’m- i’m gonna-!” he moaned out, his hands coming down to hold your hips as his own bucked up to meet yours.
“yes, yes, cum baby,” you panted out, “cum for me, my pretty boy.”
rafayel’s eyes widened as you called him that, letting out the most erotic moan as he came hard. he let out whines as his cum spurted out, staining his boxers.
your hands came up to gently cup his cheeks, smiling as you kissed him softly. “you like when i call you that, raf?” you said gently.
rafayel nodded, absolutely dazed as he panted for air.
“my pretty boy.” you said teasingly, your hips wiggling over his again.
rafayel let out a broken whine and his hips bucked up instinctively, overstimulation filling his body. before you could say anything else, he grabbed you and flipped you over, his arms caging your head in against the bed. “s-say it again..” he said, breathlessly.
“what? pretty?” you said, smiling at the way he whimpered again.
“yes, yes, please.” he begged, his cock hard once again as his trembly fingers worked on getting your panties off.
“my pretty boy..” you hummed out, your hand coming up to play with his hair before gasping and gripping his purple locks.
once he took off your panties, his head dove towards your soaked cunt, his tongue darting out immediately to get a taste of your essence. his eyes rolled back as he groaned against you, your taste flooding his senses.
“oh fuck, rafayel!” you moaned out as his hands came up to fold your legs back, effectively spreading your pussy more for him. you threw your head back, your hand gripping the sheets as your other one was still tangled in his hair. “oh just like that baby, f-fuckkkk”
his lips wrapped around your pearly clit, sucking on it as if his life depended on it. and in a sense, it did. your moans were his own personal symphony, and he’d do anything to hear it again and again. as your moans grew, he snaked one hand down to teasingly trace around your hole, watching you as he inserted one finger whilst his tongue still worked on your clit.
your whines grew into a squeal as he began to thrust his finger, your legs wrapping around his head as your back arched off the bed, just as you had rafayel just moments ago.
he let off your cunt with a wet pwah! licking off any leftover slick on his lips. “you taste.. absolutely divine, cutie.” he said before almost immediately diving back into your cunt, his tongue working your clit deliciously. he couldn’t bare to be apart from your pussy for more than a few seconds, practically needing your taste on his buds.
“oh god!” you moaned out as he inserted another finger, stretching you out and curling them to hit that spongy spot. he knew he found it when you moaned more intensely, your eyes rolling back into your head.
“that’s right cutie, ‘m your god..” he moaned out as he continued to devour you, his fingers speeding up the pace. “cum for your favorite god.” he growled out, watching as your legs began to shake from the intensity.
you whined as you felt your orgasm crash into you, your cunt spasming around his fingers as you came hard. rafayel’s fingers were still thrusting into you, letting you ride out your orgasm. once he knew you were finished, he gently pulled them out, licking your cum off his fingers.
“don’t think we’re finished here, my love.” he said, lifting himself until he was hovering above you, planting soft kisses along the column of your neck. “i still need to feel you break all over my cock..” he said, gently grinding his now erect cock against your sensitive cunt.
you whined from how sensitive you were, your arms wrapping around his neck as you smiled at him. “cmon then..”
you leaned up to whisper in his ear, smiling as you felt him shiver from your breath grazing his ear, “give me everything you got, pretty boy.”
“oh you little minx..” he whined out, his boxers off in an instant as he slammed into you with one harsh thrust. “f-feels so good.. fuckkk.. ‘m never letting you go baby.” he panted out as he thrusted into you harshly and sloppily.
“i’m gonna fuck a baby into you.” he moaned out before slamming his hips into yours, not intending on letting you go all night.
Hello! I'm having my senior prom soon and I was wondering if I could ask for a high school au with an established relationship sylus x non!mc reader where they just have fun planning and going to prom together. Thank you!
wait omg this is so cute 🥹 i can already imagine it. also sorry this took me so long, i started college and its been kicking my ass </3
content: fem highschooler!reader x highschooler!sylus
you were walking down the hallway, hand in hand with your boyfriend sylus, when posters on the walls caught your attention.
LINKON HIGH PROM - GET YOUR TICKETS NOW!
you smiled before tugging on sylus' hand, making him stop in his tracks. "sy, look!" you said, pointing to the poster.
"prom?" he said, looking at your cheerful expression with a smile. "you really wanna go to that?"
you looked at him with wide eyes, your jaw dropping. "you don't?!" you pouted immediately. "i wanted to go with you.." you said softly, your eyes dropping to the ground as you suddenly felt embarrassed.
sylus couldn't help but chuckle at your immediate reaction to your own overthinking. "i never said i didn't want to go." he said, taking one step toward you and grabbing your shoulders, turning your body around. "look up." he said softly.
you immediately looked to where he directed you towards. you gasped softly, seeing your friends that were a year below you both, luke and kieran, holding a poster and a huge bouquet of roses. "w-what.." you looked towards sylus, who was now kneeling before you with a rose in his hand.
"will you go to prom with me, my love?" he said, smiling softly at you.
"oh my god, yes!" you squealed, jumping and hugging him tightly once he got up. "thank you, sylus." you said, placing a quick peck to his lips with a wide smile.
now here you were, hand in hand with your boyfriend in a boutique, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you drank in the sights of the gorgeous prom dresses on every rack. suddenly, you turn to him, worry swimming in your eyes, and he noticed.
"what is it, my love?" he says, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand, a sign of comfort.
"they look expensive..." you mumbled sheepishly, your eyes travelling down.
"don't worry about the cost, darling. this is a special night. you deserve this." he said, kissing your cheek gently. "now come on, let's go get your dress." he said, before gently leading you towards the dresses, walking down the aisles. "what color dress would you like, sweetie. i will follow your lead."
you took a brief glance at the dresses before looking into his eyes, smiling widely. "hm.. i think... red." you said, looking into his ruby red eyes. "i have the perfect options in mind." you said before practically dragging him towards the black and red dresses.
you grabbed the few that you had liked and tried them on one by one, sylus giving his own personal notes. ultimately, it had come down to your most favorite dress out of all of them, a red dress with lovely black designs all over the bodice and all throughout the dress. you giggled as sylus had his suit tailored to match yours.
after you both ordered your matching outfits, sylus took you to buy everything else, including your beautiful corsage, which was of course a red rose.
the only thing left was your heels, but you already knew which ones you wanted. you grabbed them and were about to walk towards the register, when sylus stopped you.
“why don’t we make sure they fit?” he said before guiding you to sit down. before you could even do anything, he gently grabbed the heels from you and took one out, taking off your shoe to gently slip on the heel.
you couldn’t help but stare at him with nothing but love and adoration as his fingers worked gently to secure the strap of the heel around your ankle. without looking up, he said “are you satisfied, my love?” once the heel was secure, he looked up and met your loving gaze, a smile spreading across his face.
“more than satisfied. thank you, sy.” you said, giggling as you leaned toward him to press a quick peck to his lips, smiling widely.
Contains: Geto x fem!reader, friends to lovers, mental illness, descriptions of depression (Geto), NSFW but no explicit smut, Gojo x reader mentioned, self insert lol, a tad angsty, reader is afraid of heights, alcohol use, no curses AU | WC: 4.7k (~20mins) MDNI, I will block u <3
You actually met Gojo first, and he was the one you were interested in. Not interested interested, but you wanted to be friends with him, get to know him. Geto didn’t really catch your attention. You wondered who he was, but you think you ended up just thinking of him as Gojo’s friend.
But being around Gojo, Suguru was almost always around too. They came as a package deal. Hard to have one without the other. Codependent and proud of it. You’d invite Gojo out to lunch, and he’d show up with Geto, like the invitation automatically extended to him.
You got to know Suguru through Satoru. Most of your attention was on Satoru (since he was almost always the only one whose company you’d been expecting), but you couldn’t help noticing things about Suguru too, getting to know him from afar, without even realizing it.
You were swept up in Satoru, fascinated by him and dying to pick his brain all the time. He was so odd and eccentric and unique and you wanted to know what he was about. You didn’t have the focus for anything more than him. (So you and Satoru may have hooked up once or twice, but that was just for fun.) But the thing about him is, you can’t have Gojo without Geto. You couldn’t understand him without having some kind of understanding of Suguru.
And you did understand Suguru— you thought you did, at least. You thought it was a simple interpretation, but you kept learning more about him, spending more time with him, and he stopped making sense. And that’s when you really started paying attention to him. You wanted to figure him out the same way you had wanted to figure Satoru out. But you ended up stumped. And that just fascinated you even more, because you’ve always thought of yourself as an observant person, someone who can figure out why others are the way they are fairly easily. But you couldn’t fucking figure Suguru out. It pissed you off. He was too complicated for even you, and upon realizing that, you think you started running after him like a rabid animal, tongue out, foaming at the mouth.
Is he smarter than me? He must be smarter than me.
So you started spending more time with Suguru, too. The thing was, he was really fucking beautiful. You found it hard to look at him, especially the night you first met him. And when you did, you’d get really flustered. Shy. Embarrassed because you knew it was obvious. That hardly changed the more he came to see Shoko at your place. You met her friends before you knew they were her friends, at this bar that she recommended you go to. You already liked them, so when you discovered that Gojo and Geto were her friends, you just wanted to be friends with them even more.
When they came over, you tried to get involved, put yourself out there, be more like the person you wanted to be. Outgoing. Friendly. Not so painfully shy. But it was hard to be yourself under that intense gaze, the brown eyes beaming into you like lasers; hard to come out of your shell when it felt like he could already see through it. Like anything you could say, anything you’d do, he could prove wrong. Yet you still found yourself liking how attentive he was. You barely knew each other, yet you felt like he really listened to what you said, like he’d remember things about you that he didn’t need to.
The rare times you were left alone, it was even worse. That easygoing demeanor you were trying so hard to lean into would almost fizzle away completely. You didn’t know what to say. You could barely look at him because he was always already looking, and if you caught his gaze you’d quickly feel your face turn into a burning, embarrassed mess. If his eyes weren’t on you, they were somewhere else, and when those cutting eyes were directed at anything else, you felt like you didn’t even exist.
Luckily, he was generous, charismatic enough to make it easier on you. Those awkward silences would only stretch so long before he would step in. The small talk was almost just as painful, but you liked hearing his voice. You liked when you were face-to-face, you realized. When his body was pointed towards yours, his eyes on yours, his voice and yours going back and forth, his attention yours. You liked how even when you barely knew him and the silences were painful and awkward, you got the impression that he liked just sitting in the same room as you as much as you did him.
And as you realized these things, it got easier to talk to him. At some point you noticed how it felt like the rest of the world faded away when it was just you, face-to-face, exchanging syllables. Like a haze was surrounding you, shrouding you, keeping you safe. As you got more comfortable with him, out of your head, you realized how easy it was to talk to him— to be yourself. How you felt like you could be honest; you couldn’t say anything wrong. An honest version of yourself that had surpassed the openness you had been trying to convey through a readymade personality. Yourself. You could be yourself with him. Your real self. Not the self you carefully constructed out of the best, most digestible parts of you.
And then one night, he and Gojo were sleeping over. The two of them, and you and Shoko watched a movie together with your take-out dinner, and afterwards, Suguru went downstairs to take a shower, and you went to go hide in your room for a bit. You ended up back in the living room, returning at the same time, both of you frowning at the sleeping Gojo who was taking up the entire couch with his lanky limbs.
You came out to the living room because you heard movement; you thought it was time for movie number two. Suguru had been looking forward to another one, too. But then the couch was occupied, and both of your friends were squares who turned in early.
Well, there’s a TV in my room, too. We could watch something in there.
You were thankful one of your friends had turned off most of the kitchen and living room lights, sure you were flushing enough to make your face start glowing light, your whole body heating up when you realized what you were offering, when you thought of the layout of your room.
Your dark room, with the sheer curtains drawn, and the bed shoved into the corner beneath the windows where the blinds blocked the orange glow of the streetlights outside. The TV stood on a wide shelf shoved between the wall and the foot of your bed, the surface a messy catch-all littered with all the trinkets and trash you didn’t have any other place for.
You’d be sitting on your bed to face the TV. You were inviting Suguru into your bed.
Your quiet space. Sacred sanctuary. Since your move, you made it a point not to let anyone into your bed. At that point, Shoko and Gojo were the only ones who’d even been inside your room.
It was symbolic, letting Suguru in. Stepping into your space, your world, and gesturing him through the door behind you, showing him around, showing off your things. Yes, it was nerve-wracking to realize you were opening yourself up to him, showing him a new layer, a new vulnerability that you could only hope he would hold gently, but it wasn’t all so melodramatic; you were also just freaking out about the idea of having this super hot guy who smelled really good in your twin-sized bed.
God, you were burning up, underneath your skin. You had to crack open a window. It was like you’d forgotten how familiar you’d gotten for a moment. All you could think was: he’s in my bed he’s in my bed he’s in my bed we’re in my bed together. You eventually settled back into him, into the comfortability between you, once the blankets were adjusted over your legs and the TV screen was lighting up the room.
You chose a movie, and he warned you he might fall asleep. You told him you didn’t mind. Your room had grown nearly frigid from the outside air through the open window, and your sides were already pressed together anyways, shoulder to shoulder, limbs along limbs— Geto proposed you cuddle. So casually, like his arms wrapping around you, his body snuggling closer to yours, the feeling of the air he exhaled brushing against your hair, didn’t make your head feel like it was detaching from your body and floating up through the ceiling. Dizzy. Peaceful. Safe. Something lavender scented on his clothes, maybe on his skin, too. His body warm against yours, muscular and soft. Comfortable.
You fell asleep like that. Woke up like that, too. And it wasn’t awkward. It felt easy, natural. So easy that it became a ritual, Suguru heading over every Friday night to snuggle into your bed and watch movies until you passed out. On the nights when neither of you could sleep, you’d talk instead. A few times, you talked until the sky started getting light again. Those were the nights when you really started to know him, to understand him. You liked listening to him talk, liked the way his voice reverberated through your ears, quietly contained by the walls around you. It made you feel like you were the only two people on Earth.
You opened up to him, in a way you hadn’t to anyone, not ever. You answered all his questions because you felt like if you could ever trust anybody to hold onto the things you said again, it’d be him. You told him things you didn’t think you’d ever say out loud, discovered the things you had in common, the pain. You even got the idea that he had started to open up to you, too.
Friday nights were Friday nights, and you didn’t expect Geto to be able to make it every week. It didn’t make it any less disappointing the first time he canceled, though. The following Sunday, Shoko told you she invited Gojo and Geto for dinner, but then only Gojo showed up. He said Suguru wasn’t feeling well, then moved on before you could ask anything else. You just shot him a text from underneath the table.
Miss you tonight, hope you feel better soon :-)
All he replied was:
Thanks
You tried not to take it personally when he bailed the next Friday, too. It was hard not to when you hadn’t heard from him. Was he seriously ghosting you? What the hell did you do? When he didn’t reach out by Thursday, you figured your plans were off again, and you and Shoko went out dancing instead. Satoru FaceTimed you while you were still getting ready, waiting for Shoko’s shift to end.
“You guys are going out and you seriously didn’t invite me?” Satoru pouted at the camera.
“Seriously. It’s a small club. We’re just going to blow off some steam. Shoko had a rough week.”
He pouted some more, but conceded. “Whatever. You’re coming to my party next Friday, right?”
“I think so. Probably. Is Suguru coming?”
“Not sure yet, but I think so. Why?”
Your turn to pout. “Well, I haven’t seen him in a while. He hasn’t been coming around with you lately.”
“Awwww, you miss him?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“I wouldn’t take it personally.”
“It’s hard not to when I haven’t heard from him.”
“I’ll let him know you wanna hear from him!”
“Oh, god, no. Please don’t do that. Please don’t repeat any of this to him— god, why am I even talking to you about this? Shut up.”
Dancing and drinking with Shoko helped soothe the mortification of pouring your heart out about Geto to Geto’s closest friend and roommate. You hoped you could trust Satoru enough to keep your musings to himself.
The thing was, you had started to like Suguru. You liked pretending he was yours when you were curled up in your bed on those Friday nights, and wondering what it’d be like in the morning if he really was. You only let yourself feel it so much. Most of the time, you tried to push down this crush you had. Though, you were pretty convinced it was harmless.
He was stunning to look at, and his heart was made of pure, shining, blinding light. His laugh was heavenly. He made everyone around him feel seen. Of course you would fall for him. Anyone would. But you figured that the closer you got, the less you’d romanticize him. That you’d see your friendship as more valuable than giving him your heart, and in return, accepting his. You molded your eyes so they could only see him platonically. You didn’t know how you felt about love, if you cared about it enough to risk losing him for it. If it was important enough for that. If it could mean more than what you already had.
You heard from Suguru a few days later, and the flash of his name on your phone nearly sent your heart through the ceiling.
Suguru🐇: Hey
Suguru🐇: What are you doing tonight?
Suguru🐇: Can I come over later?
Huh?
Suguru🐇: I’d like to talk to you, if you’re not doing anything.
Are you okay?
Suguru🐇: Not really. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.
Suguru🐇: If you feel like hearing me out
Suguru🐇: It’s okay if you don’t. We can just text too if you’d prefer
Suguru🐇: But I would like to see you
By the time he showed up at your place, you didn’t know what to think. You had tried not to theorize about why he’d ghosted you, so the last thing you expected was for him to come back around and throw his heart up onto a golden platter to serve it to you.
He explained these episodes, bouts of depression that come and go every few weeks or months. How he was usually bedridden throughout the first week, no energy to eat, hydrate, work, speak, all those things a person’s expected to do every day. It was a slow dissolve back to functional, steps he had to take one at a time, plant two feet firmly on each one before proceeding to the next.
You heard him out, hung on to every word, shared your own experience with the cruel chemicals in your brain. You asked him, who takes care of you when you get like that? Who makes sure you eat something every day? Who makes sure the glass of water by your bed stays full? Who checks on you to take a pulse? And can it be me? Will you let me take care of you?
You thought it was insane that someone like him could be left alone. Someone who you’d seen go out of his way to make sure no one else felt like that. Taking care of everyone else, makes those you take care of sometimes forget that you yourself need taking care of, too. Just because you’re strong for them doesn’t mean you can be strong for you, too. There isn’t enough to go around.
Geto didn’t understand your questioning. He asked, who takes care of you?
And then there was some odd kind of selfish one-upping, two neglected children going back and forth, claiming that they don’t need taking care of from someone else. I can manage on my own. Until you stubbornly agreed to take care of each other, swore to reach out when things started getting bad, swore to accept the help and let yourselves be doted on.
It was comforting— as much as you hated to admit it— to know that Suguru would be there next time you needed someone. That, for once, there was actually a solution to needing someone.
As the week went on, you and Suguru gradually went back to normal, texting regularly, talking shit over the phone, sharing photos of your days. Your Friday was superseded by Gojo’s party, a birthday he was throwing for one of his friends. Suguru was still a maybe, but you were hoping he’d show up. You weren’t sure why you were invited— you didn’t even know the guy— but Gojo was insistent enough to convince you, and you thought it might be nice to meet some new people. So far, you hadn’t gone wrong with any of the connections you’d made through Shoko and Gojo.
When someone touched your arm amongst the crowd, you nearly jumped out of your skin, your nerves frazzled from trying to keep up with Gojo. But your night drastically improved when you saw Suguru there.
His dark circles had grown fainter, but he still had an air of exhaustion around him. He wanted to get out of the house, though, re-acclimate, so he showed up. Still, he wasn’t looking to be among the crowd and the noise for too long, so you ended up in Gojo’s hot tub. A little area on the first floor patio that no one seemed to be making use of, where you could still hear the faint thrum of the music from the house and laughter from the pool on the other side of the deck. You couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to dive in a pool that was tens of stories high off the ground. You had to face away from the ledge to keep from getting nauseous, try to forget that you were practically in the clouds.
Suguru helped with that, his presence consuming as always, magnetic. The alcohol helped too, just enough for you to ignore the drop and for him to loosen up, to push him back into the swing of things. You just chatted, sipped, laughed. Splashed each other a few times. Flirted a hell of a lot more than usual. Made eyes at each other, blushed, found ways for skin to touch wet skin. But you’d always end up giggling again.
Gojo’s penthouse had plenty of extra bedrooms for his friends to sleep in, and after you were through with the hot tub, you and Suguru retreated to the one you had claimed earlier, deciding to ditch the party altogether. To do what you did best, of course, hide from the world together and watch movies in bed. He changed first, sat on the side of the king-sized bed in his black sweats, his long hair a damp, tangled mess as he attempted to run his fingers through it. He grumbled about chlorine.
You decided to take over for him, save his arms from the strain. You stood between his legs, fingers separating knots and smoothing down the wild locks. You chatted quietly, the room dim with only the light from the en suite bathroom, the shades drawn despite the sun having set hours ago. The walls were white and the sheets were grey, the typical color palette of a bachelor pad, but something about the muted colors was soothing.
As you worked on his hair, even bringing a hairbrush into the mix, Geto’s cool hands found your hips, placed gently just below the ties of your bikini bottoms. You noticed— of course you noticed. It was impossible not to notice. But you carried on, unsure of his intentions and desperately trying to play it cool, wanting to see where he was going with this.
Hands moved from your hips, slowly and smoothly cascading down to the sides of your thighs, up the front of them, then the back. A pattern that left goosebumps on your skin and blood rushing through your veins, until he finally settled on the back of your thighs, hands just beneath where you suspected he was more reluctant to touch so casually. He kept chatting all the while, chuckling softly and making conversation as you worked on his hair with shaky hands. You weren’t even really trying to detangle it anymore, you’d moved on to just running your fingers through the strands, or kneading them into his scalp, an action that made his eyes shut blissfully. He let out a noise that made your whole body heat up.
You had no idea what the hell he was doing— he wasn’t nearly drunk enough to be so reckless with your friendship— yet you made no attempt to stop him, question him. You wouldn’t have the excuse of drunkenness to blame if you took this any further, and you had already gone far enough to realize that neither of you were planning on stopping, that neither of you wanted to stop. You thought that perhaps the nail was already in the coffin. No use trying to pry it out now.
You brought a knee up to rest beside his thigh on the bed, still messing with his hair, feigning nonchalance when his hand slid up and down your skin once again. A thumb ran over your hip, slipping beneath the side of your bikini bottoms, and you thought your heart might beat out of your chest. Suguru’s hands found yours, gently dragging them down to rest on his shoulders, where, once they were planted, he lifted your other leg, effectively seating you in his lap, your damp swimsuit against his warm, soft clothes. Suguru stared at you with an expression you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before, his eyes low and his lips parted, slightly curled up like he was suppressing a smirk.
When you caught it, it broke into a full-on smile, a soft laugh escaping past his teeth, and you slumped, shoving him down to the mattress.
“Don’t mess with me like that,” you whined, rolling off his lap and onto the bed beside him, frowning as you stared up at the ceiling. You were pouting now, embarrassed and frustrated, and Suguru rolled over to his side, hair tickling your arm as he grinned down at you like a mischievous cat.
“I wasn’t messing with you, I swear.” His voice was soft, yet it rumbled deep, seductive. How the hell had you ended up underneath him? Was this a dream? You felt so secure under his gaze, with the heat of his body next to yours, that you thought it must be. “I wanna kiss you.”
You couldn’t even bring yourself to care about questioning him— why the giggle fit— just stared back, probably looking at him like he hung the stars. “Then kiss me.”
And then he did. Leaned down and kissed you, too natural for it to feel like the first time, yet too electrifying for it to feel like it’d been done before. Like a kiss like this never existed until you kissed. Like this room may as well have detached from the rest of the penthouse and floated to another planet, heavenly, where it was just you and Suguru and the clouds surrounding you.
He kissed you like he needed the oxygen from your lungs. Let his hands roam all over your body, let his lips trail over all the places his fingertips had already seared into. Made his way down, talked to you in a hazy whisper when he told you he wanted to taste you, told you to tell him you wanted it, too. Made you come, made you smile, fucked you stupid, took your breath away, made you feel things you’d never felt before. Briefly wondered if he was a real-life angel, sent to Earth just for you, made for you. Or if the two of you were made together, then torn apart, with the way you fit. Made for each other. Puzzle pieces slotting into place easily.
You fell asleep tangled together, then woke up just like that. Suguru pulled you closer, held you tight, nuzzled his nose into your neck. You giggled, cuddled some more. You went downstairs— him first, then you— and joined your friends for breakfast. Gojo had a buffet catered. You sat beside each other at his long, narrow dining table just like you usually would, and neither of you mentioned it again.
You just continued as normal. It may as well have never happened. As much as you expected there to be, there was no tension. No feeling of the need to address what went down. You just carried on.
Things just became more… intimate.
The way he looked at you— maybe it hadn’t changed, you just hadn’t noticed it before. The way he spoke softly to you, his voice reverberating through your bones, making your heart pound. A simple touch, a brush of his arm against yours, was like skin being seared off, instantly regrowing as something that was only his. Something that had only been touched by him, created for him and from him. You felt so brand new; you wanted his hands all over you, wanted your whole body to be destroyed and replenished under his touch, built back up by only his hands. You wanted him to be the only one to ever touch you. The only one who ever had. The more you felt this, though, the more you realized what he meant to you, the more it ate away at you every time you were around each other.
You started kissing more often. It felt so natural to fall into him that way. His lips slotted against yours like they were meant to be there, like they were coming home. Things never went further than that. You’d just lean into each other, press lips to lips almost like it was an accident, then pull apart when you both felt something more start to stir between you, giggle about it, smile at each other all shy, then just go back to whatever you’d been doing like it was nothing.
You think it started to become more and more apparent to both of you that it was anything but nothing.
You and Suguru were in your room one night, just kissing in the blue light from the TV. His hands on you always made you want more, and if he’d asked, you would’ve given it to him, but he never did. It had started to drive you crazy. All he wants to do is kiss me? You could believe Suguru was a gentleman, but you certainly couldn’t believe that he might be too shy to initiate, to take things further. Did he just not want you like that? Then what was the point of kissing you?
So you asked him, are we gonna keep doing this? Are we gonna start hooking up? And he told you that he didn’t want to hook up, not like that, that he wanted more than that, but he wasn’t sure if you did, so he had been settling for just kissing you when you seemed to feel like it. He told you that he… liked you. But you knew that already. Maybe you were too aloof, maybe you both were, but you felt that sometimes friends like each other, and know it, and do nothing about it but kiss on the weekends. You knew what you felt for him was more than that— even more reason to not acknowledge it.
But, no, it was more than that for him, too. He had feelings for you, he said. He wanted to be with you.
So then you finally reframed things. Your friendship stayed the same, unwavering and intertwined. But you let yourself start thinking of him as Suguru, the guy you’re falling for, and not just Suguru, your closest friend. He started treating you the same, the girl he was courting, that he wanted to do things right with— and you realized it wasn’t that different from how he’d always treated you.
You were all cute, flirty texts. Butterflies that you were finally allowing yourself to feel, embracing. No more hiding your flushed cheeks. Eye contact that felt soul-penetrating. He had feelings for you, and they were plain as day. It made you giddy. You were falling in love with him. You didn’t care how fast. Didn’t care if you crashed because you knew the high made it so worth it. Worth anything. Anything.
That’s what he told you once. “I’d do anything for you.”
ᯓ★ - pure fluff, luke and kieran are sylus and reader's kids idc.
word count: 840
sylus’s birthday was just another day to him. he didn’t bother to set any small ritual for himself, why would he? he was already so busy with the criminals in the N109 zone as it was.
once you were in his life, he noticed his lonesome habits changing. from rarely returning home after protocore deals to staying home on his off days, curled up with you in bed like a cat. from rarely roaming around in linkon city, unless it was for business, to always visiting either your house or your job.
what he didn’t expect though, was you making a big fuss of his birthday. he had no issue making grand plans to celebrate yours, but for himself? he hadn’t ever bothered.
it had started as a curious question one day, as you were laid in bed with sylus. you looked up at him with your curious little eyes. “sy, when’s your birthday?”
sylus cracked one eye open, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. “my birthday?” he asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. “why do you ask?” he said, cracking both eyes open now to peer down at your curious gaze.
“i want to celebrate it obviously! don’t you want to?” you asked, tilting your head, similar to a curious puppy, your lips fixed into the cutest pout.
“i’ve never bothered with such theatrics.” he said dismissively. and just like that, he had changed the subject.
it wasn’t until a couple days before april that you had brought it up again. this time, you two were walking in a park together in linkon city. “sylus, you never told me your birthday.” you said, ever so sweetly, blinking up at him with the same curious gaze.
he chuckled heartily, shaking his head a bit before looking at you. “are you planning on celebrating my birthday?” he said with a curious lilt, his eyebrow raising in that familiar, curious way.
“i want to, but you won’t let me!” you said, your hand coming apart from his to cross your arms, an angry pout on your face.
sylus couldn’t help but chuckle as he tucked his now empty hand into his pocket. “it’s sometime next month.” he simply said before walking away.
“wha- hey!!” you whined as you caught up to him.
again, that was all he left you with. ultimately, you asked luke and kieran, to which they happily indulged you with the information you so desperately needed.
“boss told us once, it’s april 18th.” kieran had said.
“are you planning something for boss?” luke said, his head perking up at you.
“why, yes. i’ve tried asking him and he never told me.” you said with a small huff. “do you boys wanna help me?”
luke and kieran both nodded ecstatically, excitement coursing through their veins as you told them your plans. "one time, we tried celebrating his birthday, and he practically scolded us! we think he won't get so upset this time, as long as it's your idea!" luke says, nodding his head enthusiastically.
once his birthday had finally arrived, the plan was set in motion. sylus would be out, handling business as usual, while luke and kieran helped you decorate the base accordingly and help with anything else.
kieran's main job was to make sure mephisto wasn't spying on you, which had eventually triggered sylus's curiosity. when he had tried to check in on you through mephisto, he noticed the bird in a bird cage. odd. that was all he needed to head back to the base, determined to investigate.
at the base, you had just finished decorating sylus's cake when he walked in through the door, announcing his presence with a gruff, "kitten? are you home?" accompanied by his footsteps.
you gasped and hid the cake behind your back, smiling sheepishly as he walked into the kitchen. "sylus! uh- happy birthday!" you blurted out, watching nervously as he looked at the decorations with wide eyes. you chewed on your lip as you watched his eyes change from shock, to mild annoyance, until his hard gaze melted into genuine soft adoration.
"you did this?" he was able to let out eventually, his softened gaze staring directly at you, his lips stretching into a small smile.
"yep! luke and kieran helped me out." you said, smiling as you stepped aside to reveal the cake sitting on the table. "i just finished your cake." you said softly, watching as he approached the table, staring at the cake.
"birthdays are important, you know." you said tenderly, after a brief moment of silence. "even the big bad leader of onychinus's birthday matters." he looked up at you with a smile before wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into a warm hug.
"i love you." he said softly, letting out a soft hum as your hands raked through his hair gently, leaning in until his lips were just barely ghosting yours.
"i love you most, sylus." you said, smiling as you kissed him deeply, your love seeping into the kiss.
inspired by wildside — red velvet (i love this song so bad I LOVE RED VEVLET!!!)
cw: people pleaser reader, fluff. plspls listen to red velvet, it’ll change your life
you were always known as a kind soul. the one who’d always offer a hand to help, expecting nothing in return.
of course, with human nature, people took advantage of this. they always asked you to help with things they could’ve easily done themselves, but why would they?
it wasn’t until you met sylus that you realized how badly it was affecting you. people had only reached out to you when they needed something from you, and blindly you always accepted. sometimes, these favors would interrupt your limited time with sylus. but you didn’t want to be a bad friend!
“kitten, this is the fifth time..” sylus would say
“yeah, but it’s the last, i promise!” you’d reply back.
sylus would simply sigh but eventually enough is enough.
one day, you don’t walk into onychinus at your usual time. sylus finds it odd. you’re usually always on time, every time. sylus sends mephisto to look for you, but he can’t find you.
sylus begins to worry and pulls up a tracker on his phone, immediately getting on his motorcycle and following to where you were. once he does, he sees you fighting wanderers, bigger than he’s ever seen you fight before. he gets off the bike, turning it off and leaving his helmet on it. with a flick of his hand, the wanderer dies, his evol striking it fatally.
you turn to him, your eyes wild with anger and adrenaline. “i had that.” you tell him in between your pants for air.
“you’re late, sweetie.” he says, immediately noticing something was wrong with you. “what’s got you so bothered?” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned back against a tree.
“nothing, just took a harder mission.” you replied shortly.
“something’s obviously bothering you. what is it?” he said, his tone a bit more stern this time.
“it’s nothing! so stop fucking asking.” you say angrily.
he was taken back. you usually weren’t one to talk back. he should be hurt that you yelled at him, but he was nothing but proud of you. “finally grew some backbone, hm?” he said chuckling.
“yeah, so what?” you said, rolling your eyes. “would you prefer me to be small helpless old me?”
“not at all. i’m rather enjoying this new you.” he said, smirking. “i love your wild side.”
a small crack! of a branch snapping was heard and both you and sylus had pointed your guns in its direction, immediately shooting once the wanderer came into view.
“i think i could get used to this nice change.” sylus said, coming up beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist, smiling as he placed a kiss on top of your head.
after that, you both never handled missions alone.
inspired by this tiktok, domestic reader x zayne 🥹, pure fluff, short drabble
as the youngest and most prestigious doctor in linkon, zayne had quite the reputation. the youngest to go to medical school and graduate. it’s known that while he was at school, he didn’t really have any friends.
but none of that mattered to you. yes, you were so ecstatic and proud of him, but to you, he was just your childhood sweetheart, zayne li.
for zayne, it was hard to believe anybody wanted to be friends with him. he was always so quiet and cold, his demeanor not really friendly. he was respected at work, so he figured he’d settle for that. respect.
it wasn’t until you walked back into his life and he became your primary doctor that he knew what it was like to have a friend and be loved.
once you started dating him, you made sure to shower him with simple affections. every time you visited akso hospital, you made sure to refill his empty pockets and the little dish he keeps on his desk with his favorite little candies. every time he came home from work, you’d be waiting for him with freshly cooked food.
zayne had his rough days at the hospital and you knew from the moment he walked in. he’d come in, dropping his keys with a clink! on the table, a heavy sigh as he undid his tie, slackening it on his neck as his arms wrapped around you, his face burying into the crook of your neck.
“welcome home, darling.” you said happily, smiling as zayne took heavy inhales of your perfume, letting out a soft content sigh.
“good evening, my love.” he said softly, you could feel his chest rumbling right against your back.
“rough day at work?” you said softly, your hands gently caressing his arms that were wrapped around your stomach.
“yes.. quite a busy and exhausting day, to be specific.” he said, his tone weary.
“oh, my love.” you said, pouting before gently prying his arms from around your waist, grabbing his hand. he immediately interlaced your fingers with his. “come here, let me take care of you.”
with a small smile, he let you drag him around. his eyes were full of nothing but love as he watched your every movement. he watched as you changed his clothes with gentle hands. he let you do his skincare, closing his eyes as your nimble fingers gently massaged the products into his face. he let out a contented sigh as he felt his muscles relax.
sometimes, he found himself thinking that he loved to have rough days at work because it always meant that he got to be pampered by you once he got home. he always loved laying in your arms, your fingers playing with his hair and gently massaging his scalp. his face burying into your chest, falling asleep with a small smile.
cw: angst/comfort, sylus x reader, sylus has a nightmare :( i love him so much guys </3, inspired by forwards beckon rebound — adrianne lenker, mention of main story events
usually sylus was a sound sleeper. never having nightmares nor dreams. it was the same cycle over and over. wake up, go about his day, sleep, repeat.
that was until you showed up.
now his sleep was riddled with nightmares. they were always different but they all had the same ending. he always lost you in the end.
every night, he would jolt awake, eyes blown wide, heart pounding against his chest frantically, gasping for air.
usually he always slept alone, but not this time.
this time you had stayed at sylus’s base, having lost track of time while you were with him. he insisted you stayed with him, afraid something would happen to you in the N109 zone if you’d left so late.
he watched as you slept so soundly in his arms, your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. he gently placed a soft kiss onto the top of your head before falling asleep, smiling softly as he drifted to unconsciousness.
usually, his nightmares started the same way. he would be at onychinus’s base, an uneasy feeling deep in his chest. but this time, he was in a grassy field. he knew this field. he had lived in this world before. philos.
he took a tentative step forward, suddenly aware of everything. his long dragon tail dragging across the grass, his horns heavy on his head. he ventured across the lands that were so familiar to him. as he traveled around, suddenly a commotion was heard.
“the monster has been caught!”
“kill her!! kill the monster!”
his head whipped around until his eyes landed on you. his heart fell as he watched you be carried away, blood dripping down your face and body, stumps where horns should’ve been on your head bleeding profusely.
“no..” he said softly, hand reaching for you. his feet suddenly felt heavy, and he was stuck where he stood. he couldn’t do anything but watch as the humans carried you away.
suddenly, his surroundings change and he’s back at the N109 zone, standing in front of you. back with the shopkeeper where he tried to alter your evol. you’re sat in front of him, eyes filled with fear.
“it’s not my fault..! i can resonate just fine with others..” you say, your voice shaky as you look at him.
his heart wrenches in his chest. he can’t control his own actions, he has to go through the motions of the events that have already happened before. he has to relive the pain.
he watches as you cower before the altered robot that he activated. he watches as he grabs your arm, noticing how you try to break free from his hold. he listens as to why you won’t resonate with him.
“she’s either rejecting you, scared of you or… disgusted by you.” those same words he’s heard before still have the same effect on him. like a knife stabbing through his heart over and over again.
he looks at you and sees the fear and anger that you felt toward him.
“you’re a monster sylus.” he’s taken aback as those words leave your lips. this isn’t what happened. so why?
“what?” he said, his hold on your wrist faltering slightly.
you tear your hand away from him, rage consuming you.
“how could i ever resonate with a monster like you?” you spit out.
his heart might as well have been torn out from his body. he shook his head, trying to escape this nightmare, but to no avail. he was stuck.
“why would you even think that i could resonate with you?” you say, your finger jabbing into his chest, pushing him back.
he let you push him, stumbling back as he listened to your hurtful words.
✧༺♥︎༻∞
as you were sleeping soundly, sylus had begun to stir in his sleep, his nightmare overpowering his consciousness. “sylus..?” you mumbled sleepily as you slowly opened your eyes. you looked at him, his eyes screwed shut, his eyebrows furrowed.
you sat up in bed, gently shaking him in attempt to wake him up. “sylus, wake up.” you said in a soft whisper. your heart wrenched as he softly called your name in his sleep, his expression turning into fear. “my love, wake up.” you said softly as you shook him a bit more aggressively.
you were slightly startled when sylus finally woke up with a gasp, his eyes wide as his chest heaved up and down harshly. “sylus, it’s okay.” you said softly, your hands gentle on his arm.
he sat up and looked at you with slight fear, calling your name softly.
“did you have a nightmare?” you said softly, your gentle gaze watching him. he nodded, his eyes frantically searching your face.
without a word, his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you close as his head buried into the crook of your neck.
your arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers gently scratching his scalp, tangling with his hair. “it’s okay, my love.” you said softly. “i’m here now. you don’t have to be afraid any longer.”
the sound of your gentle voice soothed him, his eyes closed as he inhaled your sweet and familiar scent.
“i love you.” he said, gently.
“i love you too.” you replied, kissing his head gently.
i love popstar aus so bad so i thought why not make one EHEHHEHEHHEEEEEE
cw: slight angst, you and sylus broke up :(, you still love sylus, fem!popstar!reader x singer/actor!sylus, might be ooc.
it was the night of the music awards, and you were filled with nothing but nervousness. your hit album was nominated for five awards! you were endlessly proud of your work, especially since it was following what you would call the worst heartbreak of your life.
your name filled headlines accompanied by your then boyfriend, sylus qin. you both were successful artists and while you stayed doing music, he ventured off to acting. this caused a rift in your schedules which led to your breakup.
you got out of the car and stepped onto the red carpet, your elegant dress dragging against the plush carpet. immediately, you were met with flashes from paparazzi cameras, but you had trained yourself to stop blinking so much at the flashes. it came with the job, after all.
as you made your way down the carpet, your eyes landed on familiar silver hair, freezing in your steps, your heart lurching to your throat.
sylus still did music here and there with his main focus being acting, which was why he was standing on the red carpet, in all his glory.
you watched as he posed smoothly for the cameras, his looks charming every photographer. as he turned his head to pose, his eyes locked with yours and he smirked.
you almost gasped as you quickly looked away, posing for the new set of paparazzi in front of you, pretending you hadn’t just seen your ex. it had slipped your mind that sylus was also nominated for a few awards, which was why you were caught so off guard.
you managed to make your way through the rest of the red carpet perfectly, sylus having disappeared just as he had from your life. as soon as you thought you were safe, but you hadn't paid any attention to the seating arrangements until now. as soon as you sat down at the seat with your name on it, you looked at the seat beside yours and read the name.
sylus qin.
great. just great. your heart raced as the man himself sat down next to you, his familiar smell filling your senses.
“hello sweetie.” he said just above the chatter, looking forward at the empty stage.
“sylus.” you said, mustering as much politeness as you could, even if your heart felt bitter.
“congratulations on your many nominations.” he said, fixing the cuff of his suit.
“thank you. congratulations on your nominations.” you said, your eyes taking in your surroundings, focusing on something to avoid tears welling in your eyes.
“i hope-“ sylus began but cut himself off with a sigh. “good luck.” he said instead.
you nodded, glancing at him for a moment. he was still as handsome as ever. “likewise.” you said.
after what felt like an eternity, the award show finally began. everybody took their seats and listened to the host speak.
once it was time for the awards, you sat at the edge of your seat. your anxeity picked up as the nominees were announced, smiling nervously once everybody began to cheer for your name being announced.
“and the award goes to…” you crossed your fingers, looking at the announcer with hope in your eyes.
sylus couldn’t help but watch you subtly. he still remembered all your habits and little good luck rituals.
as soon as your name was called for the awards, you gasped, your eyes wide. “oh my god.” you couldn’t help but mumble.
“congratulations.” sylus said as you got up from your seat, watching as you gracefully made your way to the stage.
you hugged the announcer, grabbing the award and standing before the microphone, gulping a little.
“this is so surreal. i can’t believe it!” you said, almost breathlessly, giggling into the mic as tears slowly filled your eyes. “i would like to thank everybody who has helped me get this far. my mom, my dad, my friends! my manager, my producers, everybody who has ever believed in me.”
your eyes scanned the crowd before they landed on sylus, your heart clenching. “and i would like to dedicate this, to sylus qin. without you, this song wouldn’t have happened and i wouldn’t be up here right now.” you said, staring into his ruby eyes. “i love you.” you finished, walking backstage.
once you were out of sight, you couldn’t help but break down, tears rolling down your cheeks.
sylus was taken aback. his heart lurched to his throat, suddenly wanting to vomit. i love you. you practically stared into his soul as you said those words. his heart hurt. you still loved him just as he was still so in love with you.
but sometimes, things can’t be repaired. no matter how much you try.
[𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈]: he’s down bad for his wife—you. female reader. fluff, sfw. reader gets called ‘sweetheart & dear’. drabble.
“i miss you, hubby,”
—is all you said to your husband over the phone last night. kento had flown out of the country earlier that morning for a business trip and his absence was bothering you more than you expected it to.
but when you uttered those four words to him, you didn’t expect kento to appear at your doorstep not even a couple hours later. you stand frozen as your brain processes who you’re seeing in front of you.
“ken?” his nickname slips out of your mouth in a confused whisper.
kento lets out a breathy chuckle. a small smile plays at his lips at your surprise—exactly the reaction he expected. “hello there, sweetheart,” he murmurs and steps inside before pulling you into a gentle hug, “i’m home.”
you don’t hesitate to hug him back. your head rests against his chest, hearing that familiar heartbeat that soothes your nerves. you stay like that for a good few moments before tilting your head back to look him in the eyes.
“so soon? i mean—i’m not complaining at all, but wasn’t your business trip an important one?” you ask, half worried that kento will get in trouble for dodging his missions.
the blonde man shakes his head. a large hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your lower lip as he admires your beauty. “nothing is more important than coming back to my wife when she says she misses me,” he responds.
you flutter your lashes as you realise what had driven kento to come back before his business was taken care of. all because you whined at him over the phone, telling him you miss him—his presence, his touch, his scent. the power you have over that man is quite mind boggling.
“no need to worry. i pulled some strings,” kento lowers his head to press a loving kiss to your forehead.
…ah, right. poor ino, you muse quietly as you realise the hidden meaning behind his words. kento’s protégé always covers for your husband whenever he needs it. you’re thankful for the young man.
you giggle softly before leaning in to plant your lips against kento’s. he returns the kiss with passion, one hand holding the nape of your neck while the other splays over the small of your back. your lips move in perfect sync until you’re breathless.
kento presses his forehead against yours after his ‘welcome home’ kiss. you open your eyes and find him smiling at you like you’re his entire world. a gentle smile only you’re able to witness.
your husband sneaks in another quick kiss before ducking his head, burying his face into the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent. he knows it’s not even been twenty four hours since you’ve last seen each other, but he needs you like crazy.
kento closes his eyes and his body relaxes in your embrace. he empties his head—no more stressing about anything business related. all that matters right now is his wife.
he leaves a small peck on your throat; “i missed you more, dear. way more than you think.”
not an ask but I just read your jealous, jealous girl (loved it so much btw) but my names ava so I got to zaynes and was like huh???? very awkward I don’t wanna be a meanie :( I LOVED zaynes part though protective mc is so cute!!
OMG i’m so sorry queen 😭 no hate to you or anybody named ava!! i just picked a random name i could find 😞😞 but i’m so glad you enjoyed it! ^^
please take these roses as my apologies, i feel so bad 💔💔
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