tiny LI comfort audio concept I can’t stop thinking about:
you come home overstimulated and exhausted, and he notices before you even say anything.
not dramatic. not a huge plot. just him lowering his voice, guiding you to sit down, telling you to breathe with him, maybe teasing you gently for pretending you’re fine, then getting softer when he realizes you really needed comfort☺️
the kind of scene where nothing “big” happens but somehow you feel held the whole time.
I would fold instantly tbh 😭
A tiny early waitlist for a personalized LI voice comfort audio/ASMR idea I’m building for otome game players, Love and Deepspace girlies, a
[grim reaper meets minecraft] - casper x gn!reader
WARNINGS: reader has sunshine’s personality, no pronouns used for reader
SYNOPSIS: you recently got into minecraft and accidentally dragged your lovely boyfriend into it. (post-bet? kinda?)
WORD COUNT: 1.2k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: helloo guys…disappeared because i had no motivation or anything to finish my 30-something jjk drafts (i promise im still gonna write for it at some point…sorry my first post back isn’t related to my two favorite guys 🥀🥀). highkey super rusty at writing now so apologies in advance, but i recently got into "a date with death" again and fell in love with our lovely grimmy so! let’s see if this helps get my brain juices flowing 🙏🙏. i have a few situations in mind that i wanna write about so expect more parts…maybe. this one unintentionally has more going on at the end unrelated to minecraft and i dunno if the rest are gonna be like that 🥀🥀
also, I haven't played the dlc (just watched snippets) so -- if his personality was slightly different after spending that much more time with his sunshine, my bad!
"Sunshine, what are you doing?"
You jumped a little at Casper's voice. It had been a few days since he permanently moved in with you, but it was still difficult to get used to the fact that you were no longer living alone. You turned your head slightly to see him peering over your shoulder, staring at the screen in front of you.
"Playing Minecraft," you said. "Ever heard of it?"
"No." A beat of silence, and then a quiet “hrm” before he continued talking. "And you find this activity...entertaining enough go hours without talking to me?"
You giggled at the slight pout in his voice, fully turning around to look at him. “‘Hours’ would be an exaggeration. Besides, I'm talking to you now”—you rested your arms on the back of the chair, putting your head down and peering up at him through your lashes—“aren’t I?”
He huffed. "This conversation — if you can even call it one— hardly counts, Sunshine."
You blinked at him. "Is that so?"
"..." His crimson eyes were locked onto yours for only a brief moment before he looked away. He covered the lower half of his face with one hand, eyebrows furrowing as the red creeped up to the tips of his ears. "You need to stop…doing that."
"Doing what?" you said innocently. "Looking at you? It would be rude not to when you're talking."
"That was not what I meant, and you know it."
You flashed him a cheeky grin before sitting back up. “Sorry. You're just too cute when you're flustered."
"I am not cute. We have been over this," he grumbled, crossing his arms. "In any case, I do not understand how this 'Minecraft' could be more important than me."
“Aww, is Grimmy jealous?”
“I am not.”
“But you totally are.”
“You’re deluding yourself, Sunshine. How could I be jealous over a game?”
“Maybe.” You tilted your head to one side, an idea springing into your mind. “Say, would you wanna give it a go?”
He raised an eyebrow. “And why would I want to do that?”
“I dunno. You might find it fun.” You shrugged. “And it would be nice to play together sometime.”
He seemed to perk up at the latter proposal. “Perhaps I will, then.”
You stood up, and he plopped into the chair. “I'm assuming you've never played video games before?" you asked.
He shook his head. "I did not have the time for such leisure. Collecting souls is quite time consuming, as I am sure you understand by now."
“Right. Grim reaper duties and yaddy yadda.”
"'Yaddy...yadda'...?" he repeated slowly.
"...nevermind." You made a mental note to give him a comprehensive list of slang later. “All that didn’t stop you from texting and calling me, though.”
He paused. “You were part of my job. Technically speaking.”
“Well, technically, I guess,” you agreed. “Anyways.”
You spent a few minutes explaining the basic controls—the WSAD buttons, the space bar, the keybinds most people nowadays know by muscle memory. After about five minutes, he seemed to get the hang of it, and you watched as he wandered further into the cave.
"It is quite dark in here," he said.
"Yeah, I ran out of torches. I was mining coal when you came up to me.” You leaned in closer. “Open the inventory. Now drag that”—you pointed to the sticks—“to this square here. And place the coal in the square above it. Great! Take the torches."
"How did the sticks and coal produce light?" he said. "There was no fire."
"I dunno. It's a game, just roll with it. Now right click a block to place it."
“Anywhere?”
“Mhm.”
"…this makes no sense. How is it attached to the stone?“
"You'll find that a lot of things don't make sense. Don't question Minecraft logic."
Before he could argue more, there was a hiss. He frowned, moving his mouse around to find the source of the noise. “What was—?"
He turned around just in time to come face-to-face with the creeper, and then—
Boom.
The two of you stared at the "You Died!" that replaced the dimly-lit cave he was trying to navigate through. You burst out laughing while he looked on in confusion.
"What—how—?" he sputtered, swiveling around to look at you. "How did I die? You—ugh, stop laughing this instant!"
"Oh, Casper..." You grinned at him, wiping a stray tear from your eye. "It's okay. It happens to the best of us."
“This is ridiculous.” He turned back to the screen as if staring any harder would miraculously give him an answer. “‘Sunshined_Sunflowers was blown up by Creeper’?” he read. “Suiting username, Sunshine, but was that what it was? The grim reaper does not die. It should be the other way around!”
“Uh—uh huh.” You collected your composure and nodded along on in agreement. “Yup. How dare they lay a hand on you?”
“Exactly! To be so bold as to kill me…” He frowned, deep in thought. “I shall seek revenge another time.”
"'Another time'?"
"I have died, have I not?"
"Well, yes, but not permanently. Just click respawn and you'll be as good as new."
"What? You can come back from the dead?" he said incredulously. "That is impossible."
"You really never played video games before, huh.” You reached over him and clicked respawn. “I mean, if you cranked the difficult up to hardcore, yeah, coming back would be impossible.
"As it should be."
“If you say so, Grimmy. I can show it to you if you wanna try it for yourself. Although with your current skill level…” You trailed off.
He looked at you. “Are you implying that I would be unfit to take on such a task?”
“Someone certainly sounds offended.”
“Of course I’m offended. That—that thing merely snuck up on me is all. Had I been prepared for its arrival, I would have cleanly sliced off its green little head.”
“Uh huh…let’s test that theory out another time.” You stretched, yawning. “I think it’s time to sleep.”
“Very well.” He glanced at the clock on the desk and stood up. “I suppose I could go hunt down that ‘creeper’…not tonight, if you’re heading straight to bed.”
“Oh? And if I’m not?”
“It’s nearing two in the morning, Sunshine. I think I’d drag you to bed myself.”
“Hmm…and how would you do tha—aaaah!”
In less than a second, he had one hand on your waist and the other behind your knees, lifting you up. You yelped and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself into the safety of his chest.
He glanced down at you with a smirk, revealing one of his canines. “Does this answer your question?”
“I guess,” you mumbled. “…your heart is beating ridiculously fast, you know.”
“…are you saying yours isn’t?”
“Nah, it is. I just didn’t realize you had it in you.” You grinned, tapping a finger on his bicep. “These weren’t just for show after all, huh?”
“You—! What’s that supposed to mean!”
“Nothing!” You poked at his cheek as he huffed. “Nothing at all. Let’s sleep, yeah?”
→ LOLL COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. Saw a tiktok post and somebody said to make a fanfic so here I am making one bcs I also need some Filo!Caleb yk snjxbsjdhs ewan ko pre nadedelulu ako HAHDGAHSHHAHA ANYWAYS HOPE U GUYS ENJOY!! [can't believe this is my tumblr debut www]
Caleb Lawrence G. Santos
• WHAHSHAHAH THIS IS HIS FULL NAME IN MY HEAD I THOUGHT REALLY HARD ABOUT IT.
• You two have been together for who knows how long, you're practically used to each other's presence. You also have been going to the same school for years now, how lucky!
• He likes messing with you all the time. It's one of his favorite hobbies lol. The type to tap you on your shoulder and pretending he didn't when you turn to look at him.
• whenever he get you something cold to drink he'd hold it against her cheek, laughing at your reaction.
"Ah! Tangina naman, Caleb!!"
"You're so dramatic~"
• Calls you "OA" and all that. He receives a slap on his shoulder from you as he starts laughing and pain.
• sometimes you ignore him because of the shit he pulls or on purpose just to get under his skin. He tries to make it up to you by buying more snacks, pleading for you to look at him.
"Huy.." He'd pout, poking on your arm.
• You turn away, still not paying him any attention, much to his dismay. But when he really wants you to look at him he'd start poking at your sides resorting to tickling. You soon yield, finally looking at him, so he starts teasing you again.
"You're so mean! Ignoring me on purpose."
"Fuck you!! Nakakairita ka!"
• you say in between laughs from his tickling.
• Between the two of you, you're more prone to cursing than he is, not even bothering to go easy on him when you guys banter. You call him all sorts of names from "Tanga" to "Gago" and etc. While his names for you usually range from "Pipsqueak" and "Pandak" or whatever pisses you off.
"Gago ka ba?"
"Sorry na."
• He's not sorry at all lol
The rest of this is pretty just more hcs and word vomit hehehehehe
• The type to keep hair bands on his wrist in case you need to tie your hair.
• When you were kids, sinusundo ka lagi sa bahay nyo pag trip nya maglaro sa labas.
• "Best in science" ahh awardee lol, helps you in your homework, LOVES to help you with your homework actually cause he gets to spend time with you. Especially when you're the type to not immediately get things right when learning about new stuff. He acts like an asshole telling you this is the "7th time" he's explained you what the lesson is, oh but how he loves the way you furrow your eyebrows in frustration when you still don't get it. Kasi tang ina ang cute mo!!
• HONESTLY I JUST SAW THIS IN THAT TIKTOK'S COMMENT SECTION TOO BUT I CAN SEE YOU TEASING HIM CALLING HIM "Kuya Caloy" LMFAOOO
• In highschool, he teases you sometimes, asking why you don't call him "Kuya" anymore when you were so adamant about calling him that your whole childhood. You try to make him drop it but he just keeps going on and on about it. He's such an ass!!
• Whenever you do want him to quit being such an annoying prick you'd threaten to tell his grandmother about how he's mistreating you. It's an overstatement but he knows Gran would believe you 100% so he sighs in defeat allowing you to win. You totally use that tactic in 70% of your arguments.
• Doesn't like playing basketball competitively, but the moment you urge him to try, he'd sign up immediately.
• Definitely worth seeing you with a banner, cheering him on as you went full on fangirl everytime he scores. Fuck it just makes him want to fangirl at you.
• Asks you for a prize since pinanalo nya school nyo and you ask him to lean down and close his eyes. He does so, his heart beating fast. Were you gonna kiss him? Gagi, weh?? Kukunin na ba sya ni lord?? He could explode!!
• You press a cold drink against his cheek making him flinch as his eyes shot wide at you.
"Inom well~" You tease, grinning at him.
• He swore he saw heaven when you pulled that shit on him.
THATS ALL SO FARRR AAAAAAA. Maybe I'll make a part 2 when inspiration strikes me again!!
Reader is a fallen angel working under Lucifer. They're trying to get their work done, but there's somebody who makes it a little difficult to focus.
Sfw
Cw: wounds and blood
Him, Again...
You tried to hide the displeasure on your face as you stare at the 'new patient' sitting in the waiting room. Clutching the clipboard against your body, watching your other coworkers swarm him like moths to a flame.
His eyes met yours as you puff out your chest and walk toward the group You could feel The feathers on your wings fluffing at the same time as they fold in. Your devil workmates become unease when they hear the ruffling of your feathers as they shy away from their temptation despite your your Halo and your weakening angelic aura you are still a devil. A devil that your colleagues both respect and slightly fear.
The devil's that admired you did so from afar to intimidated for their signature direct and shamelessness to shine through, and devils that find you unappealing because of who you were before your current home kept their distance.
You didn't mind, especially as the devils dispersed with a warning glare from you, but not without some grumbles of displeasure. You could care less; This is a place of work, after all... Well was... As long as he's around, instead of paperwork and, more importantly, patients waiting for treatment, devils will think with their other heads than the one that matters.
You're unsure why His Majesty allows him to roam freely, doing whatever he pleases like some stray animal.
The human obviously noticed your cold expression your arms folded against your chest. And as always Solomon just smiles resting his chin on the palm of his hand his eyes softening as his eyes taken your form.
"Well good morning to you too~,"
His nonchalantness only makes you grimace "hardly count this, this is a good morning..."
Solomon frowned his hands moving from his face to his legs as he pushes himself off from the chair. His eyes now more focused on your face more importantly the dark bags you tried horribly to conceal "Oh no, Is everything okay? You're not working too hard are you?"
Too close.
Part of he wants to lean away as you felt keep climbing to your face your chest tightens but you stand your ground.
Damnit even that damn perfume he wears is too distracted. Your arms are for real before clutching the clipboard debating on whether or not to use it as a shield for your nose.
"This is a hospital you know... Do you wish to see Lord Lucifer unfortunately he's currently-.
"Actually I wish to seek treatment." He cuts you off with an awkward smile and your eyes went wide. In an instant your previous coldness disappears grabbing his arms you frantically search until that's when you see it. Looking down from his robes his leg crudely bandaged loose and dripping blood!!
WHAT IN HELL?!
"SOLOMON!" You practically scream He has never seen your wings so fluffy... So cute! Sparring with that soldier from Gehenna was almost worth it considering all the pain he went through getting all the way here.
You took a deep breath and pinched at the bridge of your nose clenching your teeth as you hiss. "Why didn't you say anything before?"
That human, that damned human... Just smiles " there's someone specifically I wanted to see."
Asdgagjjrf!!
SeriouslyWhoSaysThat?!
Your mind squeals as your clipboard finally decides to cover half your face, trying desperately to hide your flushing cheeks. But your eyes tell a different story; you were glaring daggers at him.
Here's this idiot still smiling...
"Just come with me..." You grumble He falls behind you like a excited puppy into your examination room ordering him to sit down which he gleefully does even kicking his feet and having a tune!
Who is this man... When your face finally calm down you took in a deep breath and let out another sigh putting on a mask and some gloves. You put a coat over your blackened wings. Which Solomon frowned at.
"Why are you covering them?"
"are you dumb? Because I don't want any loose feathers to get on the wound." You grumble as you begin removing the bandages. You cussed under your breath at the sight before you,
From the rough bandages and the careless wrapping, and the abysmal stitch work! Which had long since reopened, This had to work of Gehenna all over it!
You're not surprised. It's the nation of wrath ruled under Satan. Where giant gashes like this were basically paper cuts. You wouldn't doubt the wound is probably infected.
"please don't tell me you walked all the way here..."
.... :)
Of course.
You brought some silk cloth, a tub of clean water, and half-empty rubbing alcohol that you just bought yesterday, right before seeing Abyssos's Lord of the Flies.
Whatever, This will have to do for now. You folded the towel putting some rubbing alcohol in it to sanitize the wound, You could feel his sculpted legs flex under your soft touch.
"does it hurt?" You murmur and Solomon whispers back in a husky voice. "Not at all darling. Thank you."
Your cheeks blush but you had no time to internally scream, as you focus on removing the old stitches and catching and cleaning up the blood, red towel after red towel going into the wash bin.
His eyes, watching your every move, train on your shaking hands. He knows he shouldn't. But he does, Solomon reaching out to place his hand on your cheek regardless of how much you hiss, Huffing and puffing. "Hey, my dear angel... I'll be okay; you're doing a great job." Your whole body tenses, but your eyes soften and your face is cradled in his soft hands.
But that moment of tenderness disappears as quickly as it formed as his hand pulled back and you're breathing started to calm.
Yes the restitching and the cleansing of his wound did hurt, But being in your presence was surely worth it. Having your gentle hands care for him so sweetly. He knows full well that your actions speak louder than your words.
After you finish wrapping his wound this time properly; neat and tidy. You couldn't help but even draw A little smiling devil on it, something that Solomon will look at and cherish.
You take off your cup to hung it up at your wings stretching out, They weren't as big as they were when you were in heaven having your wings permanently clipped they no longer work, But they are still your pride and joy.
Solomon pipes up, "Don't I get a treat, Doctor?" He tries to stand up on his leg, but you rush forward stopping him, hands on his shoulders.
"treat? If you wish for candy then I'm afraid to tell you we're all out. My last patient yesterday would not shut up till I gave him the entire bowl of my st- patient bowl."
Solomon exhales that charming smile ever so present on his face. "Oh no it does not candy I want."
You tilt your head to the side in confusion but he was good so you give in. "All right what is it..."
"May I see your wings?"
You could feel your feathers prickle at his words. Your face rather than his ever been stumbled over your words. "Wha-Why?"
"they're beautiful other than Lucifer I think you're the only fallen angel that still keeps their wings."
"please they are nothing compared to My ex brothers and sisters That's still use them for their intended purpose." You laugh off your embarrassment but Solomon shakes his head sneaking a hand around your waist his fingers sliding up your back.
"nonsense, don't speak such white lies. Your wings are as Jet as night your feathers still sparkle like the stars that swim in it."
His fingers comb through each feather. "Soft like a kittens fur as well, softer than I imagined." He muttered
You arch your back all your attention on the way those soft yet manly hands gently caress and stroke each plumage in between his fingers. And Solomon was there to hold you closer resting his head on your chin. His breath tickled your ear.
" I think I still feel a little ill, My chest feels so tight whenever your around, and my heart aches for you to be closer." His teeth nipped at your earlobe.
"I think I need more of your attention doctor. Please just a little longer? " Solomon practically whined.
You've never once refused a patient and will definitely not start now.
Summary: In which Silvio and I are self-proclaimed mortal enemies, and all our friends are tired of the underlying sexual tension neither of us ever seemed to notice.
Warnings: There were attempts at plot. First person pov as I felt the "you" might not resonate as well in this one maybe? (Loosely based on Emma/MC bc of the way they argue lol) // Smut: Slight femdom reader, switch!Silvio (a bit OOC bc of AU setting), oral (female receiving), a complete waste of drinks, getting locked in a room together, oh and uuhh an otphj.
A/N: Uni!AU because I wanted petty bickering and constant proximity for their silly rivalry. Consider this Silvio with all of the usual family issues, but a little less (sexual) experience — and a similar hyperfixation on "the one woman who bites back". Listen, I tried my best with Silvio's speech, but it's not as consistent as say Jude's (or possibly Motonari's).. Hopefully still flows alright though. 🙏
It had been the most wonderful of days. Emphasis on was.
Now free from another long week of uni tying me down, it was finally time to get some R&R over the weekend. The sun was shining—not blazing, for once—when I walked out of lecture hall and past Building H. A refreshing breeze sent a few loose strands of hair whipping about, subtly signalling of the changing of the seasons. Everything was almost like a scene out of a movie.. until he happened.
Navigating across campus to get to my car, I was itching to belt out some of my favorite songs as I drove home, briefly debating grabbing some food on the way. Who was I kidding? Of course I was gonna treat myself. But sparing just one glance at my phone due to an incoming message was all it had taken to wreak havoc. Thanks to the distraction, I'd managed to bump into someone, spilling the contents of the lukewarm drink in my other hand all over the innocent bystander.
Only it turned out this was no ordinary bystander. It just so happened that I had the misfortune of running into my self-proclaimed mortal enemy—quite literally, at that. The very same man who was now glaring and cursing at everything I stood for as the realization and implications finally sunk in. The mere acknowledgement of my existence seemed to antagonize his usually haughty sea blue gaze.
“Do ya ever look where you're goin'? Shit.. These clothes are ruined.” Silvio begins to complain, seething at the sticky iced substance seeping through his cashmere jumper and down onto tailored denim. He must assume that I never pay attention to where I'm going, seeing as I've always pretended to be very interested in whatever was on my phone when he was around. But little did he know that was just so I could try to avoid having to deal with him and his shitty attitude whenever Silvio would take notice of my nearby presence.
When I finally break from my trance and look up at him—having felt like all of this happened in slow-motion despite not even being a minute’s worth of time—I find myself caring a lot less than I would have if I'd just spilled coffee over… well, just about anyone else.
“Oops,” I ooze sarcasm, shooting him the most obvious of fake smiles, fully intending to just keep walking past him. Silvio quickly moves to grab my arm, exasperated by the cold shoulder he was given after something he didn’t even cause. This time, anyway. The sound of jewelry jangling is all too familiar, akin hearing war drums the moment it's within the vicinity.
Was there really any one solid reason I hated Silvio? I pondered. No.. it was hard to narrow it down to just one, actually. The way he always seemed to carry himself, especially around me, had never quite rubbed me the right way; let alone us not having gotten off on the right foot to begin with.
It had all started when I'd made the grave error of sitting next to him one god-awful Monday for a sociology lecture I'd been late to after having overslept. Silvio made sure it was absolute torture for me; relentlessly teasing everything from the pajama pants I'd forgotten to change out of to the night before’s smudged mascara still somewhat stuck to my cheeks.
But it was the little things about him, I think, that piss me off the most. How arrogant he was, how much of a know-it-all he was, and how he always seemed to be bragging about his money and status, flaunting it endlessly despite my scowls and disgust.
So as I come back to the moment, watching as Silvio prattles my ear off, it dawns on me that he's expecting an answer to a question I'd never even heard. The entirety of his monologue had sounded to me much the way a fish in a bowl would hear anything, truthfully. (And the mental imagine of his face on a fish's head, fins at his hips, is a priceless one indeed.)
“Come again?” Not bothering to hide my disdain, my eyes lazily flick from Silvio's ruined jumper to the crease in his brows. I secretly have to bite the inside of my cheek just to hide the laughter that once again threatens to spill past my lips at the reminder of his sorry state.
Silvio begins to repeat himself, but not before ocean blue eyes roll to high heavens, dramatically running a hand through his dual-toned hair and— Wait, since when had his hands looked that nice? The sunlight caught his eyes just right and— I mentally slapped myself to try and focus; something it was starting to feel like I was incapable of today.
“I asked ya," Silvio scoffs, "what you were gonna do to remedy the situation.” He arches a brow and crosses his arms expectantly, instantly regretting it and uncrossing his arms as his sweater sticks to his skin in all the wrong ways.
“Oh, that.. I was planning on remedying my mood by walking away from you entirely,” I chastise, mocking his sour attitude with a petulant huff.
As if he wasn’t already tired from a long day, running into me had apparently been the cherry on top; Silvio was about ready to tear me and my smart mouth a new one by this point. Getting on his bad side was a social death sentence for most—yet somehow, I have yet to experience the horrors other students still whisper about. No one's sure why, but it feels like everyone's waiting for the moment the other shoe finally drops.
“Look here, Lady.” His words quickly fall flat, his expression morphing as if it had burned his tongue to even call me anything less than offensive. “Listen to me, and listen damn well. I couldn’t give less of a shit what ya wanted; much less if ya rathered I drop dead right now, bitch. You fucked up and spilled your coffee on me." Silvio's hands shake slightly, but it goes unnoticed with all the words being thrown at my face in rapid suggestion.
"Get it together and fix the situation now, or I’ll fix you my damn myself. And trust me, it won’t be pretty,” Silvio spat, turning red in the face by the time he’s finished yelling at me in the near-desolate campus parking garage.
“I hate to break it to you, but the situation will never be pretty. Not as long as it somehow involves you, Silvio,” I snort, leaving him to stew in a puddle of blind rage and coffee stains.
It isn’t until about two weeks later that I even see Silvio again—but you can be sure that he hasn't forgotten about his revenge for even a minute since. The opportunity had all but fallen into his lap, and Silvio was never one to say no to a "good deal". Catching sight of me in his peripheral, my attention was glued to the notes spread before me, spending another day at the library studying for final exams. It was just his luck that I'd picked today of all days to wear a white top—one of the boldest fashion choices in a bustling campus. To Silvio, revenge was a dish best served old. But to me, karma was about to be a royal, bling-covered bitch—and I was about to find out its name took on the form of Silvio Ricci today.
Just as I'm turning the page to answer one of the final questions in my psychology course's study guide, I see someone trip out of the corner of my eye, noticing a second too late to dodge the oncoming downpour of an entire bottle of red Gatorade.
Once again in slow motion, I watch what looks and feels like a murder scene of both my hard work and innocent shirt. All the meanwhile Silvio has the audacity to smirk at me before acting the victim. As he gets up to go clean off his arm in the bathroom, I grab onto it and glare daggers into his thick skill. (Thirty-six of them, to be precise.) If looks could kill, Silvio would have already been at least halfway through his own funeral service by now.
“There somethin' that seems to be the matter, Lady?” He grins cheekily at my shivering form, lips upturning further victoriously when I can’t seem to find an answer fast enough for his liking. “Suits ya, bein' quiet for once. Hah, looks like ya got all wet for me, too.” Silvio’s gone before I can blink twice, satisfied with having been able to even the score.. for now.
And so the childish war between two grown adults began in full; with either of us attempting to trip one another, or steal a parking spot from the other, or just screw each other over at the campus cafeteria somehow. Both of our friend groups were honestly sick and tired of the way we would act when it came to the other, and had decided upon a revenge of their own. They'd begun preparing a mouse trap of sorts, meant to get us both two dispel the underlying tension that had allegedly gone unnoticed to everyone but the both of us. And by gods, did they pray it would work.
One of my closest friends had invited us over to a dorm she’d claimed was having a party, and after finals were over, I was more than happy to oblige. (Phase 1 complete.) Meanwhile, Silvio's friends had lied through their teeth, managing to convince him that they were bringing over a sampling of rare liquors for everyone to try. (Phase 2 complete.)
It wasn’t until I was forcibly shoved into the bathroom of said dorm upon arriving and heard the door lock from the outside that I'd noticed Silvio sitting against the sink, having already been locked inside before I arrived. He may not have been Einstein, but he was certainly no idiot; and now that he knew what his friends’ plan had been all along, he was absolutely furious.
“Are ya fuckin' kiddin' me?! So what, this was their master plan? Lock us both in a room and hope we don’t kill each other?” Silvio runs a hand through his messy hair for the umpteenth time since being stuck in the small room, feeling as if his roots would be tugged out any minute now. Just what he needed to get his mind off another fight with his asshole of a father, of another week of busting his ass for results no one cared about—yet always expected of him.
“Or maybe they were hoping you’d confess your undying love for me already! Aww, how romantic..” I gasp theatrically, hands over my mouth and heart while I feign hope even at his deadpan expression in response. With a roll of my own eyes, I move to look around. “Did they at least leave us any food or drinks?” Taking in the bare-bones bathroom that feels more like a prison cell, I'm grateful to at least still have my phone with me, if nothing else.
“I’d sooner eat a whole cake in one sitting.” Silvio stands upright to each over and once again attempt to open the door somehow. I simply watch him struggle, taking a seat atop the sink and trying to lie to myself about totally not checking out his nice ass from here. Perhaps one could loathe someone’s entire being and yet still think that maybe, just maybe, they weren’t completely unattractive. (And other lies I'd tell myself as I absolutely did not imagine scratching up his broad shoulders. Nope, not even for a second...)
I hadn’t even realized I was busy daydreaming until Silvio had snapped me out of it. “The hell are you thinkin' about that you’re bitin' your lip like that for?” he muses, wondering why I'd seemingly been eerily calm instead of trying to bite his head off by now. “Ya must be real hungry or somethin' if you’re even more of a space case than normal.”
“Yeah, starving.” Lying seems to be all I can do today, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from losing my grip on the last thread of my sanity.
“You’re always welcome to eat my ass,” he retorts, grinning triumphantly as if he’d been dangling a treasure in front of me I couldn't have. Fine, then. It's not like I cared about his nice ass anyway.
“First of all, what ass? And second of all, fuck you.” I picked at my nails, starting to feel boredom hit. Not even our fighting felt like it had any of the usual fire to it when we were cramped in this dingy little broomcloset of a dorm washroom.
“Fuck me? Well, if that’s how you’d like to kill your time in here. But don't come cryin' when no one else ever comes close.” Silvio teases back, curious as to how far he could push the boundaries, wanting to finally see me break under pressure.
“The nerve– To think I would ever fuck you. In your dreams, Ricci!” I scoffed at the proposition, as if I hadn’t just been wondering what it would sound like when I'd make him moan my name and beg for more mere moments ago.
“In my dreams or yours, Lady? Is that why there are always bags under your eyes? Are all those wet dreams of me leavin' ya restless?” I felt my jaw drop at his shameless statements, racking my typically witty brain to come up with any sort of retort. But any conscious thought left my brain when Silvio leans in and purrs indecently at my ear. His rich, spicy scent envelops me just before the warmth he exudes presses against me, an arm snaking around my waist. “Why not make your dreams a reality then? I'll let ya.. just this once.”
I'm unsure of just how it happens or why I go for it—but before I know it, I've pulled Silvio in by the collar, sucking on his bottom lip, then dragging it with my teeth as I pull back. Interestingly enough, Silvio had gone stiff as a board, pink in the cheeks and looking anywhere but at me.
“The.. The fuck was that for?” he asks, incredulous, hoping to mask the tremor in his voice. "Now you've really gone and–"
“Don’t start what you can’t finish,” I murmur as I lean back into my seated position, almost falling deeper into the sink before his arms reflexively shoot out to catches me. Silvio's arms around my waist as he stands between my legs has me feeling some kind of way.. And belatedly, I realize it isn’t long before I've found myself devouring his lips in another kiss. Silvio shudders and lets out a stifled groan when my lips move down to kiss across the expanse of his throat, pausing to suck at his Adam's apple and making his hips buck in the process.
“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” My eyes sparkle at the realization, watching as Silvio freezes in fear of being caught. “You act tough, but you get flustered so easily.. Hah, bet you'd let me boss you around in bed– No, actually.. You're already getting off on this, aren't you?” The newfound confidence seemingly oozes out through my pores, a wicked grin playing upon my lips as my nails scratch lightly along his spine and over the thigh fabric of his silky top, forcing a shiver from him.
“So tell me, are you gonna be a good boy for me.. or am I gonna have to punish you like the little bitch who's always barking at me?” My words don't falter, eyes gleefully registering the way his mouth runs dry, swallowing hard.
“A-as if I would ever– Oi, watch your hands! Ngh..” Oh, this will be fun. I've only gotten to be the dominant party a handful of times to date, but I'd been craving the feeling and power that this kind of intimacy brings for awhile now. Let alone the fact that I'd just managed to get the Silvio Ricci—current bane of my existence—on his knees for me, in every sense.
I remain seated at the edge of the sink, having tugged my dress upwards just enough so that Silvio could properly eat me out. He wasn’t bad at all, I had to admit, but it wasn’t his tongue alone that had impressed me, no, it was his fingers. He had long, slender fingers that curved just right inside me, making me clutch at the edge of the sink until my knuckles paled. As I watched his free hand reach down to coax his length through his pants, I reached for his hair and pulled him away from my core, a shimmering string of my arousal still connecting us.
“Did I tell you you could touch yourself?” Silvio grunted and furrowed his brows, lightly glaring up at me as if it would be enough change my mind. He felt as if he was going insane from ignoring his throbbing length, desperate for some relief himself. “You’ll only get to come if you play nice and make me come first.. So if I catch you touching yourself again, you're gonna regret it,” I scold, clicking my tongue with a light tug at his hair.
Silvio's fingers ram into me with speed and force unparalleled, sucking at my clit and ravaging that spongy spot deep inside that has me seeing stars. He makes me come around two of his fingers, lightly nipping at my clit, and my hands can’t decide whether to pull him closer or push him away entirely. I end up opting for the latter as it all becomes too much, breaking away from him to catch my breath as he pants from the intensity of his efforts.
“Should I be nice and let you have some fun now?” To which Silvio's hands grip my thighs a little tighter in his desperation, unconsciously letting out a small groan at just the thought of release, aching and weeping from the start.
I guide him to sit on the floor with his legs stretching out as best as the small space allows, straddling his lap and unbuckling his belt before tugging his jeans and briefs down just enough to free his throbbing shaft. I slowly take the thick length in my hand, just barely grazing at first and luring him into a false sense of security. Silvio closes his eyes and leans his head against the wall behind him, a string of profanities leaving his mouth as my own now sucks at his tip. My thumb runs down his sensitive shaft, deeming him more than hard enough by now after all my teasing.
“Ah ah, open your eyes, I want you to look at me,” I command all the while peeling his arms away from my hips, allowing them to settle on my lower thighs instead so he wouldn’t be able to control my movements. Weakly, Silvio opens his bleary eyes to look up at my face, wondering when the little devil in front of him suddenly became the angel on top of him, holding the key to a paradise of pleasure.
I grab his cock as my hips slowly sink downwards, running his length through my wet folds. Relishing in the whimper he unconsciously lets out before I completely lower myself onto him, I slide down until my thighs make full contact with the denim beneath my own. Short, jagged breaths escape past Silvio's lips, his vision blurring as his glassy eyes try to fathom the pleasure of my tight, wet heat encasing his needy cock.
“Fuck.. C'mon, do somethin', anythin', already,” Silvio mutters, worried about what might happen now if he disobeys, but too horny (and too Silvio) to stay quiet, let alone outright beg. Smirking at the state he's been reduced to, I shush him by teasingly slipping my tongue past his lips, beginning to ascend off his shaft before lowering back down again, repeating the process in a tortuously slow manner. I bask in every single one of Silvio's moans that are swallowed by the kiss, a few grunts of my own mixing in when my self control begins to slip.
Grinding against him every time I descend and meet the added friction of his pelvis against my clit, the uncomfortable feeling of rough denim and pointed zippers digging into my thighs doesn't even register. Chasing my second orgasm, I remind him that he can’t cum until I give him the ok, rubbing furiously at my clit until I'm seeing white and the coil in my belly snaps taut.
The world goes dark for a moment until I come to again, my ragged breaths fanning against the sensitive skin at his neck. My lips curl into a cheshire grin at the sight of Silvio's jaw tightening, fingers digging into my thighs as he struggles to hold back his release. After just having finished coming all over his cock, I pull off him and climb off his lap, leaving Silvio bewildered. He was more than likely wondering why I was tucking him away and zipping his jeans back up.
“The fuck? This wasn't part of the deal! I made ya come, so where's my–” Silvio growls, grabbing at the hem of my dress with a mixture of frustration and confusion, chest heaving and eyes wide with disbelief. But despite the hunger and his desire to claw at me, Silvio hesitated, unsure if he'd be left hanging for pushing too far.
Being this pent-up wasn't something Silvio Ricci ever had to deal with. As a matter of fact, he didn't feel like he was acting himself today at all. Silvio had never been in this position before, and he almost hates that he's enjoying it as much as he has, especially given who's the one holding the metaphorical leash. (Metaphorical for now, perhaps..)
Why the hell was he letting anyone put him through this level of humiliation? Perhaps all the in-family fighting and stress was getting to him, and not having to make decisions for once felt.. surprisingly more pleasant than he'd expected. Though he'd definitely like it a lot more if he actually got to finish..
“Sshh, it’s ok, you’ll get to cum. We’re just.. doing something different now.” Silvio's too wrapped up in finally being allowed to come that he thinks nothing of my devious grin, his brain practically mush at this point under the heavenly feeling of contact once again. I stroke his length over his jeans, placing open-mouthed kisses across his stomach as I wait for the exact moment to enact my revenge, a flawless victory. And I get my wish just a few short moments later when he’s coming hard and fast. A large, dark, wet spot forms across the front of his light blue jeans as I'd neglected to pull his briefs back up, allowing for all of it to seep right through.
While Silvio rides out the waves of his release, I stand up to fix myself up with the aid of the bathroom mirror, making sure I'm presentable when I reach over to jangle the doorknob. And sure enough, it finally gives way this time. Looking back at Silvio who still looks blissed out on the floor, I bend down to wish him farewell.
“Thanks for the orgasms, I guess.” The corners of his lips quirk in return, a surge of pride flowing through him, thinking he's won by making me admit he'd gotten me off; more than once, even. Until...
“Have fun rejoining everyone looking like.. that.” I let out a dark giggle, sadistic glee in my eyes that drink up the view one last time before walking out of the washroom and out of the dorm altogether.
Only once I was fully out of sight and Silvio had gotten over his post orgasmic bliss did the meaning of my words sink in… I'd gotten my revenge by leaving him with an even more questionable stain than coffee or Gatorade could ever leave, making it look like he’d just finished jerking off in the bathroom by himself.
Silvio attempts to quietly leave the restroom and flee his friends' dorm room, but is unsuccessful as he runs into all three roommates, eyes widening comically upon their collective laughter. It looked like this war was far from over, but perhaps a truce could be called in the form of the age old system of enemies with benefits?
Deep down, Silvio didn't exactly hate my guts.. but he did hate losing, he'd always been a sore loser—and a real petty one at that. The only thing more sore than Silvio after taking an L was going to be my body after a night of his own payback, he was sure of that. So why did the thought alone have him growing hard again? It was just spite, surely.. But no amount of alcohol that evening could get his mind off the way I'd looked, sounded, and felt earlier. Fuck... this was gonna be the longest night of his life.
a/n: this is my first ever post!! hehe, hope u all enjoy it ♡ its very mixed, and i didnt have any direction with it, but i still hope is in the liking of everyone!!
— personally, i think that rian is the chill (to some point) but very protective type. . .
— he would be the first to defend you if someone ever tried anything with you
— both romantically or as a threat, he would be there!!
— he is the type to rent kimonos and go food shopping through popular street, discovering new tastes!
— on GOD, he WOULD be into keychain gacha🙏 you two WOULD spend hours just to get a cute keychain, and he would get ones for you two to match 🙏🙏
— his favorite home date would be reading together. probably with tea and some cake too!
— he IS the type to get matching clothes ✌️
— rian would make handmade gifts for your birthday!!
— speaking domestically, rian would likely switch between being both the big and the small spoon in bed
— being the big spoon, he would like to hug you like a teddy bear ♡
— being the small spoon, he would like to feel all your heat ♡
— i believe rian is NOT the best at cooking, but he has some skills at baking, and probably would like baking strawberry-flavored goods!
— rian would definitely teach you how to dance, if he has patience to do it is the question . . .
— BUT! he would never be mad at you, just a tiny bit (since he takes dancing very seriously!!)
— he is not very big on petnames, but i do think he would call you the basic ones like "love" or "baby)
— mentioned by noah, he would also sometimes play co-op games with you <3
— he would hug you every. single. chance. he got!!!
