He Gets Me Speechless

❤️

coping real hard

as a psychology student who learns physiology, im shook.

didn't realise the space inside the body was this tight. damn...

I want...

Lee Soo Hyuk as dracula Park Joong Gil 

Tomorrow (2022) – Episode 12

— GOODBYE, MY LOVE

⤷ featuring : geto suguru (mentions of gojo satoru, ieiri shoko and nanami kento)

⤷ warnings : major jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers and a bit of angst

⤷ form : imagine

⤷ published : 19 march

⤷ pronouns : not mentioned

⤷ word count : 0.7k

⤷ request : Hehyehye, can i request an imagine with a female reader; where she’s Geto’s girlfriend/classmate and they’re spending their last moments together before he ends up leaving (after Geto is charged with his crimes)

⤷ barista’s notes : let me admit, i've been hating the layouts of my writing but i have no idea how to like 'solve it' anyways, watch me scroll on pinterest for hours to see how i can fix this feeling ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ also i don't think i'm really good with angst writing but that's just my opinion....

It seemed to be a bit too quiet.

Too quiet for Suguru's liking, but what can he do when it was 2 am in the morning.

Softly twirling the ends of your hair, Suguru couldn’t help but begin to admire the shine of the strands before his eyes slowly shift from the strand of your hair to your eyelashes before moving to the apple of your cheeks that were still flushed with a rose hue, ending his journey to your lips that were a little chapped, making him remember how you would alway apply a layer of your favourite chapstick since you hated the feeling of your lips being dry, yet he didn’t mind at all. For some strange reason, Suguru didn’t mind your chapped lips since he knew he was the one to moisturise them the second his lips met yours, but secretly he also did enjoy the taste of the artificial sweetness that came along with the product.

However, right now, Suguru’s body felt the heaviest it has ever been causing him to force himself to balance on his arm since he didn’t want to crush you with his body, worried that he could hurt you like he did with his parents just a few hours ago. Even though he knew that you wouldn’t mind his body on top of yours like you have experienced throughout the time of your intimate relationship, Suguru couldn’t help but believe that this weight he was experiencing will crush you the second he let loose.

“You know you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met right?” Suguru whispered as he let your hair slip from his grasp. “You are so beautiful that I want to take you with me,” he continued before wrapping his arms around your bare body, making you unconsciously sign at the warmth that was comforting you right now as you snuggled against his naked chest, feeling the way your legs tangled with each other, as if you were savouring this moment.

“But I can’t do that, because who is going to take care of Satoru and Shoko if I’m gone,” Suguru mentioned as he began to recall all the times where you put your classmates in place even though you were the youngest out of all of them. “How are you going to take care of Nanami if I take you with me?” Suguru questioned again, yet this time it seemed as if he was asking himself this.

Gently placing a light kiss on your temple before resting his forehead, Suguru felt a single tear drop from his eye to your cheek.

Suguru wasn’t scared about the path he had chosen to walk on, nor he was scared about the consequences of his actions. Suguru was scared of leaving you alone.

He wasn’t stupid. Suguru knows you can defend yourself and how to fight - you were a sorcerer after all like him - but there was still a part of him where he was afraid that you were going to fall into the hands of those ‘monkeys’ that he once vowed to protect. He didn’t want to leave you all alone in this cruel world to survive for yourself. He wanted to convince you to follow him, so he could protect you and continue this love that connected you both heart to heart and soul to soul.

Suguru wanted to make his vision of this relationship come true, he wanted to live with you, marry you, have children with you.

Even the simple things he wanted.

He wanted to stay by your side. He wanted to hold you whenever he wanted. He wanted to kiss you, love you, even breathe the same air as you.

Suguru wanted nothing more but to have you.

He wanted nothing but to have a normal life with you like you had mentioned to him when you both snuck out of your dorms one night to have a weird timing picnic - he still recalls the scolding you both received from your teacher Yaga when he found you both sleeping outside since you were both late for class.

But he knew that he couldn’t and this was the one time he couldn’t let his selfishness control his actions.

Stroking the apple of your cheek, Suguru couldn’t help but smile with glassy eyes once he got a full view of you resting in his arms while your arms tight around him, keeping him from moving away even when he needed to leave you so soon.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me,” Suguru pleaded before tightening his hold, nervous of the days where he was never going to be by your side again.

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ahhhh so precious

𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff, kissing, praise, satoru is so so so soft for you he might as well be a cloud, man is head over head for you as he should be! Lots of kisses, several kisses this man can’t stop kissing you to save his life

“Finally! Hold me and never let me go please sweetheart I need to be held.” Falling onto his knees, wrapping his arms around you burying his face into your soft stomach.

Gliding your fingers through Satoru’s soft hair. He nuzzled his head, tightening his grasp. “You won’t have to take another step around the apartment without me.” Patting his head he freezes, pulling away with pink cheeks.

“Do that again!” Patting his head, leaning down kissing his forehead. “Can I be little spoon?” Slipping his blindfold off, peering up at you pleading.

Smiling at him, “All night long, how about we start that rom-com we’ve been talking about.” Satoru kisses your stomach, standing up sweeping you off his feet cradling you to his chest.

It’s easy to forget everything else in Satoru’s warm loving safe embrace. The outside world becomes meaningless, all that matters are Satoru’s sparkling blue eyes, his soft snow white hair and feeling of his soft undercut beneath your finger tips.

Satoru’s bright, goofy grin is makes your world brighter. “I love seeing you smile, it’s so beautiful and goofy.” Kissing his cheek, his cheeks turn from pink to red.

“I love makin’ ya blush just as much handsome.” He climbs into the bed, lay you down with care. Kissing your forehead, cupping your face with his large warm hands.

Grabbing his hand, kissing his palms. “I love how you’ve become my home. I was so lonely before you.” Gently kissing you, like he doesn’t want to break you. Putting all his sweet, tender passionate love into it.

You are so cherished and treasured, adored by him. He spent every second he could showing you.

Laying on top of you, his weight pushing you into the mattress. Sliding your fingers through his soft undercut into his long fluffy hair. Patting his head again, he pulls away with a large grin.

Kissing your cheek, “You’re my sugar.”

Kissing his nose, “You’re my sugarbear. I love you.”

Kissing your lips, “I love you too honey, let’s watch stupid idiots similar to ourselves fall for each other.” He sits up, watching you arrange your pillows. Grabbing the remote and pulling up the rom-com ‘Love is Infinite’.

Tugging his sweater off, setting it in the side table. Watching you get cozy, pulling the blanket aside and doing last minute adjustments to the pillow. Glancing over at him, “Something wrong?”

“Can’t I admire my lovely, sweet, charming, stunning fiancé?”

Oreo creampie m.list

how adorable.

when the world sleeps | the intimacy

Astarion Ancunin x Reader

Summary: Small tales of private and precious moments shared with Astarion, when the world still sleeps.

Today's tale: Astarion spends his first night with you after confessing his real feelings.

A/N: A collection of little stories that will be released sporadically, in no particular order. A place for me to store all the sweet little ideas that lurk in my mind about this darling pale elf. Feel free to send requests for any moments you'd like to see. <3

Masterlist

It felt like burning, the addictive kind of burn. Your hands on his skin, fingertips tracing delicate patterns, one thumb pressing against his lower lip right before you leaned down to kiss him all sweet and warm.

His hands held your hips in turn, keeping you as close as humanly possible; guiding your movements even if he was as lost in you as you were on him.

A low groan escaped Astarion when your nails gently scratched the nape of his neck and you leaned in further to brush your lips just under his ear. He nuzzled against your neck, breathing in deeply even if he didn't need to; as though he found his pleasure simply by touching your skin and feeling your perfume, like that alone was enough to send him freefalling into bliss.

It was the first night you'd spent together after Astarion confessed the truthfulness of his feelings for you. And you had asked, again and again, if it was something he truly wanted, gentle words whispered in between desperate kisses. And again and again, he'd promised, pleaded even, that there was nothing he desired more.

You loved on him in that way only you were capable of. Slow, reverently, soft. Bringing with you only tenderness and care. Even in the most sensual of moments, when he was deep within you and his name was nothing but a breathy moan past your lips, never once did you look at him as if he was nothing but an object for pleasure; never once did you fail to caress his body as if he was a part of your very soul.

The usual feelings of loathing and disgust that plagued his mind during moments like these were nowhere to be seen. And now that Astarion thinks of it, they were never a thing with you anyway.

You'd always been gentle with him. Part of him wonders if somehow you knew, even before he ever told you. Maybe your soul did, maybe you were never strangers. Maybe your hands were the ones meant to hold his heart all along.

As they do now.

It still felt new, foreign; that you'd bask in his company after both your bodies were spent and sated, that simply being by his side sometimes seemed to fulfill you more than sex ever could.

Astarion held your hand as you two lay quietly, fingers tangling with yours, and he shivered with the thought. With the feeling of being loved at last.

The hours went deep into the night already, with the only sound being the heavy raindrops hitting the windows of Elfsong Tavern. It certainly was a nice change of pace to have a roof over your heads and private rooms after camping in the wild for so long.

It was dark, the sky outside adorned heavy clouds and no moonlight in sight, yet Astarion could see the outlines of your profile almost perfectly. You lay on your side, facing him as your hand rested atop his chest; he ran his thumb over the skin, feeling his lips twitch with the many words tangled in his throat that he still wished to tell you.

For someone who prided himself on having a silver tongue, he was left rather speechless by the mere weight of your gaze.

You deserved more, he couldn't help but think. More than the broken shell of a man that was him. When would you realize that?

Astarion dreaded the thought. He'd grown so very attached.

A feather-light kiss landed on his shoulder then, bringing his mind back to the precious moment before it could spiral into something unpleasant. Your lips brushed the bare skin there in a loving touch, your hand on his chest tightening its hold.

Astarion complied gladly with a sound falling past his lips that resembled a cat purring. He turned around so his back would face you, still holding onto your hand and keeping it close to his heart, quietly asking that you'd never let him go.

You, in turn, nuzzled closer, hugging him even tighter and peppering small pecks across his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

With each press of your lips, a shiver ran up and down Astarion's back; his grip on your hand increased just slightly as he brought it to his lips, returning the favor on each of your knuckles.

The night has a strange way of bringing out the most raw of feelings. Astarion felt it in the way he lay bare before you, body and soul, with his eyes pooling with tears because he couldn't remember the last time someone touched him with such kindness and care.

When your lips ghosted over the top of his scars on his back, he tensed. It was muscle memory to expect pain. But it never came. The kiss you pressed over the marks was longer, it lingered like the smell of fresh rain coming from outside; a promise, a confession perhaps. Astarion felt it in his heart, and a single tear fell past the bridge of his nose and landed on the pillow.

There was a beat of silence, and the elf couldn't hold himself back anymore. Because you were so close and yet not close enough. He turned around quite hastily, eliciting a soft surprised gasp from you before both his arms closed around your waist and pulled you in.

He buried his nose on your neck, curling himself around you like a cat would. If you asked about it in the morning, he'd deny, say you were delusional or dreaming of him again. But right now, pride be damned.

A shaky exhale stumbled past his mouth, eyes pressed close as he committed to memory how it felt to have his soul this tangled with yours.

You were quiet. And Astarion worried his lonely heart had made him for a fool.

But then your fingers steadily buried in between his unruly strands of hair, your lips finding his temple. So much was said, and not a single word was spoken.

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i want....😫

not once

Sebastian Michaelis x F!Reader

Not even once did Sebastian think he’d end up falling in love with a human. Why, would be an immortal being a demon in fact want to fool around with such human emotions.

Toying with them for his own entertainment and manipulating them at their most vulnerable was quite enjoyable. But actually, falling in love developing feelings that made his immortal heart skip a beat?

and yet, here she was his beautiful wife fast asleep on the bed in one of the many rooms in the Phantomhive manor. that the young master so graciously gave her when went into labor only twelve hours ago.

He walked over towards the bassinet, peered over and smiled seeing the tiny half-demon offspring. Tiny whimpers, escaped the babies mouth as it squirmed. He smirked, picking up the child and cradling them in his arms.

“My child, you’re just as beautiful as your mother.” He cooed, over the infant who opened his eyes and had a faint smile on his face.

“My little, Arioch.” He cooed, he looked over towards his wife who was fast asleep. Young master, had already given him a few days off to be with his child and wife.

Arioch babbled, looking up at his father his tiny hands reaching up to touch his raven black hair. Sebastian smiled, “Already, growing up before my very eyes.” He said, and the infant giggled continuing to make nonsenseical babbles.

Arioch has taken the place of the most adorable being, on the entire planet. Step out of the way cats Sebastian’s son has taken your place.

Arioch giggled, and his eyes for a moment flash red and Sebastian smiled planting a kiss on his sons forehead. His son, looked just like his mother. Sebastian found absolutely adorable.

“He’s beautiful isn’t he?” A voice said, and he turned around seeing his wife awake and reaching out her arms to see her child.

Sebastian walked towards her leaning down kissing her on the lips, “He is,” He whispered, into her ear causing her to smile. As she looked at the infant, cooing over how cute he was and how much he looked like the two of them combined.

Arioch sneezed, causing [Y/n] to squeal at how cute their baby is. Sebastian looked between his wife and child, and didn’t know what he would do without them. Yes, he’d continue to serve the young master until their contract was over and he’d devour his soul.

Yet, during that time the demon had fallen in love with a human and made a child. Demons usually takes lives not create them and here he was holding the life he’d created in his arms. And it honestly felt surreal to him, he was a demon and yet was experiencing something so heavenly especially for someone who’s been damned to hell.

He knew that one day his wife would pass, his son he doesn’t know exactly. Arioch might live longer than a human but not be an immortal. “My love,” Sebastian said, his wife turned to look at him.

“Thank you, for sharing this experience with me,” He said, and she smiled planting a kiss on his cheek before placing one hand on his cheek.

“No, thank you. I love you so much Sebastian demon or not that doesn’t change how I feel.” She said, and he just grinned.

“Also, I think Grell found out that we have a child now and she’s not happy.” She said, and Sebastian frowned in annoyance seeing the angry grim reaper outside the window.

‘Bassy! It’s no fair!’

‘How does she get you and I don’t!’

“I’ll be right back my love.” He said, and she nodded before looking back at her baby smiling.

broooo you've basically just explained how my life has been for WEEEEKS. To whomever is still mourning them, my deepest sympathies 😔

MANGA SPOILERS BEWARE:

Gojo is really gone huh? Probably Megumi too.

What a ….waste. Of potential, of storyline, of plots that went nowhere. Y’all can sit here all you want saying “this is Geges story he knows what he’s doing” OK…that doesn’t make what’s he doing interesting or good. Face it. Not every author/artist etc is great and that’s okay. This story is turning out to just suck. And I mean…that’s just my opinion at the end of the day 🤷🏽‍♀️

I just can’t grapple them being gone. I love them both so much as characters. Like…it’s been a month since Gojo and I cry almost every day. I feel like I’m mourning a real person. I don’t even want to read it anymore. Especially after my #1 JJK boy Megumi’s fate is like up in the air, but probably sealed tbh.

No hate to Gege as a person. There’s a difference.

I want...

tags. nanami kento x gn!reader, 0.5k wc, fluff, spending morning together, he’s been too hot lately, he’s so sweet too wtf :(, wrote this in one sitting, not proofread

“what time is it?”

nanami’s warmth disappears for a small moment, but returns when he sets his phone back onto the bedside table, shifting his body closer to you once again.

“it’s six-forty,” he replies, his deep voice still dipped in the remnants of sleep. with closed eyes, you nod at him before you leaned into his chest, permitting his strong arms to envelope you into a morning hug—one that you receive from him every day.

winter was truly approaching—your toes didn’t to dare leave the warmth of the duvet, and you were beginning to wear long-sleeved tops to bed again. nanami, on the other hand, wears the same sleep attire every night, regardless of the season. after his shower, he’s donning a random t-shirt he finds in his drawer, and pyjama pants that you swear he has ten pairs of (they’re the same pattern, but different colours!). sometimes, you wonder if he ever feels cold.

and he does—especially when you meekly crawl into the queen-sized bed and clasp your arms and legs around him, shivering and cursing silently at the temperature in the room. naturally, he wants to shift away because your skin is so cold, but because it’s you, he doesn’t mind bearing a bit of discomfort.

“what day is it?”

“thursday. you have an appointment with iwasaki-san today,” he murmurs, slipping his hand into your hair. it’s a bit calloused, and there are imperfections etched into his palms, but it’s evidence that he's a hard worker who diligently completes his work on time, just so he can return home to your arms—a place of solace and love.

this room is quiet in the morning, and all you could ever hear is the duvet crumpling when your bodies move, ticking noises made by the pedestrian light from the traffic outside the apartment, and you and nanami’s soft breaths.

there are no curses here—no evil, no fear, no elements that try to hinder this peace; there’s nothing of that sort but a love that has blossomed from its juvenile, delicate form—a love that has been keeping you going since you were seventeen.

and if there’s one memory that you could bring with you to death, it would be this.

it’s no party that celebrates a special event, and it’s no moment that keeps you awake at ungodly hours of the night. but it’s simple, and it’s enough to make you feel like you’re the only one for him, and that he’s the only one for you.

because in his subtle touches—his thumb stroking your hairline, his hand patting the small of your back, and his knee brushing against your leg—he lets you know that he loves you, and you love him too.

your eyes open when nanami sits up, sighing as he brushes the duvet off him. his hair is chaotically parted at different directions, and as he pats it down with a hand, he glances at you once.

“you should get up soon too. i’ll make you breakfast.”

your hand is quick to hold onto his wrist when he begins to raise to feet. nanami turns back at you, reciprocating the tiny smile that’s dancing upon your lips and asking him to stay.

“don't go,” you say softly.

the words are a request, but nanami obeys like it’s a command as he sits back down, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“alright.”

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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light…