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Random Texts with the jjk men.

includes: nanami, sukuna, toji, geto,gojo

warnings: crack, slight suggestive, honestly this was just for laughs

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pining era

☼ james realizes that he views reader as henry’s mum

☼ james getting turned on by reader being mistaken for henry’s mum

☼ how henry’s mum broke up with james

☼ jealous james sends henry to stop a man flirting with you

☼ james comes home reader and henry after working late

☼ james goes to reader’s apartment for help when henry is sick

☼ reader is upset when her friends say she should stop acting like henry's mum, james comforts her

☼ reader goes on a blind date

☼ james comes home to reader and henry in his bed pt. 1

☼ james and reader sleep together for the first time

couple era

coming soon!

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Childlike honesty: Jason Todd x single!mom!reader

Jason never thought he could be falling in love so quickly.

Arguably too quickly, but she was so different from anyone he knew.

Different from all the girls, all the women, all the people in the world.

Seeing right past through his crap, and his façade and not being afraid to confront him about it.

Aiming arrows at his insecurities, exposing them painfully, only to soothe the stinging with a few well-chosen words and smiles that made him melt.

So yes, he would dare go as far as to say that after merely a few months of dating, he was in love.

And though it might spook her, he had to tell her, simply because there was no way to contain it inside his poor, shattered heart.

And judging the risk, between telling her like an adult and blurting it out in the least appropriate moment like a silly teen, the former seemed less daunting.

And that was how he found himself knocking at her door in the early morning (too early!) on Saturday (she might have been sleeping!), ready to pour his heart out.

“Coming!” her slightly muffled voice came from behind the door and his heart picked up the pace. The key rattled in the lock and there she was. With her hair a mess, remnants of sleep still in her eyes, squinting a little at the light coming from the stairwell.

So beautiful. He thought, but pursed his lips, hiding the words under a teasing smirk to prevent himself from doing the exact thing he planned not to.

“Jason. Hey!” her smile grew wide when she saw him and instinctively she leaned to peck his cheek “What are you doing here this early? Shouldn’t you be resting after night’s activities?”

“Don’t know what you’re implying.” He scoffed playfully, before turning a bit more serious “I just wanted to see you, princess. I got something important to tell you and – um… Actually, can I come inside? I’d rather not have all your elderly neighbors prying in on us.”

“Come inside?” she repeated as if her brain was not fully awake yet “you want to come in? I mean – of course you want to come in” she chuckled awkwardly. “Haha! That’s actually funny because—"

“Y/N.” Jason frowned, not liking her reaction at all, his mind swirling with possible explanations of her erratic behavior and nervousness. “Are you with someone? Are you with a guy?” shit, shit, shit. Just a thought that she might have had fun with someone else stung.

“It’s not what you think—” she started, trying to gather herself, but the sentence was cut off abruptly by another persona in this three-person drama.

“Mommy…?”

Mommy?!

Jason looked down, noticing a little boy, perhaps 3 or 4 years old, standing behind Y/N’s legs, his tiny arms wrapped around her calf. Kid’s e/c eyes, spitting image of Y/N’s were locked on Jason as the boy put his thumb in his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Theo!” she exclaimed, picking the boy from the ground and stopping him from the action. “Honey, how many times have I told you? Big boys do not suck their thumbs. You’re too smart for that, aren’t you?”

“I’m a big boy.” Theo repeated, obediently releasing his finger and wrapping his little hands on Y/N;s neck, nuzzling into her.

“You are.” Y/N smiled, ruffling boy’s hair “and a very good one too. Mommy’s proud of you.”

“Mommy!?”

Y/N spun towards the door abruptly. For a second, she completely forgot that Jason was still standing in the frame, with his eyes wide and mouth half-open, having just discovered her secret. She turned pale then red then pale again

“Jason--”

“What does it mean!?”

“Please stop yelling.”

“Is this some sort of game to you!? You have a son!?”

“Could you please calm down and –”

“You have a son!”

For Theo’s sake she stifled the curse that was forming deep in her throat. But the fact that Jason yelling was already starting to attract attention and one of the elderly neighbors peeked from behind the door, giving y/n a death look, she had to take action. Fixing the grip on her son, she somehow managed to grab Jason’s hand and drag him inside the apartment, locking the door and exhaling heavily.

“Yes. I have a son. It’s not like this is some kind of supernatural occurrence.”

“You have a son!”

“Mommy, why is he screaming so loud?” Theo whined and covered his little ears, which actually made Jason feel a little guilty. It was just a kid and he was behaving like a total ass. “I thought it was bad to scream?”

“It is, love.” Y/N kissed Theo’s forehead “It is, but sometimes people do it either way. Now, could you please go and play with your toys in the room? Mommy’s gotta talk to her friend ok? It’s important. Can you be a good boy for mommy?”

“Yeah…” Theo nodded, and when Y/N placed him back onto the ground he rushed off to his room, grabbing a plushy dinosaur discarded on the floor.

Y/N led him away with his eyes, and only when Theo was completely involved in his play she let out another exhale, letting her shoulders sink and turned to face Jason.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“No I don’t want anything to drink, I want a fucking explanation!”

“Hey! No swearing! There’s a kid here!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You should be. But you’re right too. I owe you an explanation. Come, sit.” She gestured towards the couch, the furthest from Theo’s room.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“About Theo?”

“No about the Big Bang Theory.” He was an ass, but couldn’t hide the sarcasm and anger. “Of course I’m talking about the kid. Theo? That’s his name?”

“Yeah. It’s after –”

“I don’t really care about the etymology of the name, Y/N. Why did you lie to me?”

“I didn’t lie. I just didn’t tell you the truth.”’

“Why?”

“Because you never asked.”

“Oh come on, seriously!? That’s a childish argument and besides, it’s not like this I’m asking every girl I’m dating if she maybe has kids! Not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when meeting someone!”

“Please. Sit down. Come on, don’t cut me out. Let me explain this-“

“Fine!” he muttered, plumping on the couch, arms crossed, face unreadable, putting on his most unapproachable exterior “talk.”

She sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. He had every right to be angry, but zero right to judge her about her past and this time she was going to be honest. If truth meant the end of their blooming relationship so be it. Better to know.

“Theo’s dad was an asshole. A mistake.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“Will you let me talk!?” he patted the top of his head, and despite himself Jason chuckled at the gesture. “It's not like I got into the bed with the guy I had just met! You should know better!”

“I know better. That’s the exact reason why I’m still sitting here listening to you instead of running away.”

“Me and Theo’s dad…” she continued “we had been dating for a few years before it happened. He got drunk, I was young and stupid, letting him do too much, we ended up in the bed and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.”

“And?”

“Well, like I said, he was an asshole, which turned out pretty quickly. He never wanted kids and the fact that I had a bun in the oven was not compliant with his plan for life.”

“Please don’t tell me that this fucker—” Jason started, clenching his fists at the thought what Y/N must have been through.

“First, he told me to get rid of the problem. And obviously, I refused. So he changed tactics, trying to threaten me into getting an abortion. And I refused again. So he got aggressive.”

“Did he hit you!?” Jason’s protective instincts kicked in, the anger and sense of betrayal slowly giving way to completely other feelings towards her.

“No. He wouldn’t dare. But at some point he just left. Leaving me with a kid on the way.”

“Y/N…”

“It’s okay. I’m better without him anyway. Me and Theo both. He didn’t deserve to be called a man, let alone a father.”

“I’m so sorry, princess…”

“Theo was born prematurely. It was my seventh month and I was still working when my water broke and a friend drove me to the hospital. He was so tiny and –” her eyes filled with tears and Jason immediately moved to wrap arms around her, as if shielding her from the pain of the past. “I spent first six months of his life in the NICU, almost sleeping on the floor, scared to death that—”

“shh…” his hands cradled her closer to his chest, rubbing her back, brushing her hair, kissing the top of her head “Shhh, Y/N. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You are so brave.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before—" she sobbed

“Hush, love. Don’t apologize. Just tell me why you didn’t tell me? Were you scared?”

“I was. But not for the reason you might think.”

“Huh?”

“We’ve been dating for what? Six months? As important as you are to me Jason , I don't know if this is permanent. And Theo-“ her voice broke “- he deserves stability. He didn't know his father for god's sake, and it is not like you can just explain it to a kid that his father didn't want him. Or me. So tell me, how could I have told you about him when I was scared that - that—”

“You were scared that I’d leave you too.” Jason cupped her cheek, looking straight into her eyes “that I’d leave like everyone else.”

“Yeah… And I’d understand If you’d want to…”

“I’m not leaving you, princess. You’re stuck with me.” He leaned forward, softly brushing his lips over hers.

Y/N reciprocated his kiss and even though they were both trying to control themselves, the fire in them ignited quickly as the making out became a little more intense, a little more steamy, his hands traveled to her waist, pulling her onto his lap, sneaking under her shirt to touch her soft skin—

“No…” he pulled back, using all his strength to do so. “We can’t do it here, can we?”

“Not really.” She chuckled, squinting towards Theo’s room. “Me and him, we’re kind of a package deal.”

“Oh yeah, I got the memo.” He smirked, pinching her waist playfully, setting her back on the couch. “Can’t say I like it now, but—”

“Would you like to meet him?” she interjected in the moment of spontaneity 

“Your son?”

“Yes.” She nodded, absolutely sure about her decision. “And not just by yelling on the doorstep, but by officially meeting him?”

“I—” Jason stuttered. Even he could understand that this was important. Y/N was looking at him with hope and silent encouragement in his eyes. A sign of trust that could never be put into words. She actually wanted him to meet her son. Which meant, she was serious about him. About them. “Yeah… yeah, I think I’d like to meet the kid…”

“You would?” she smiled brightly, her eyes shining

“Yeah…” he smiled back, reaching to hug her and she gladly dived into his arms, holding him for dear life “Thank you… Thank you Jason…”

“Of course, princess…” he whispered with a lump in his throat from all the emotions. Though that was the perfect moment to tell her how he felt about their relationship, that he was in love with her, he just couldn’t, opting to stay silent and just live in the moment.

“Mommy?” Sudden, quiet little voice came from behind and Theo came to view, holding onto his plushie looking as cute as only a 3 (or 4, Jason was terrible at assessing age) year old kid can.

“Theo, hey. Come here, kiddo, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Y/N opened her arms to the child and he approached the couch, climbing up with his mother’s help and settling on her knees.

“This is Jason. He's someone very important to me. Can you say hi?” Y/N encouraged her son to shake Jason's hand.

 “Hi… I’m Theo…”

“Hey buddy.” Jason reached for his little fingers, squeezing them gently, reminding himself that this boy was in fact a delicate being, not like the goons and vigilantes he was used to. And honestly, the sensation of a little soft hand in his big and calloused one sent goosebumps over his body, though Jason would never admit it out loud. “Um… nice to meet you, I’m Jason.”

Theo tilted his head a little, staring Jason up and down with those piercing eyes and for some reason it felt like this little kid was judging a grown-ass man. Subconsciously assessing whether this one would be good for his mom and whether they would become friends. And it was quite a humbling experience.

“Mommy? Is that the guy whose photo you have on your phone?" Suddenly Theo blurted.

“Oh, a photo?” Jason teased, throwing Y/N a glance, immediately picking up the subject before she could intervene and stop this child-like honesty. “On her phone, huh? And what does your mom do with this photo?”

“She looks at it. When she lays down to sleep and she thinks and I don’t notice. She looks at it and smiles.”

“Oh really?’

“Yes. I like her happy.”

“Me too buddy…” Jason felt his heart flutter “Me too…” the look he sent Y/N was full of love and affection, making her blush a little. 

“I think she likes you. She almost never smiles like that.”

“Is that so? Is that true, Y/n, do you like me?” 

Y/N hid face in her hands, embarrassed at the entire situation

“Okay, that’s enough bonding for one day. Who wants ice cream?” 

She picked Theo up and walked towards the kitchen with Jason close on their feet with the happiest grin on his face. He could already tell that in time he and Theo were going to be good friends. 

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★彡 synopsis: jjk boyfriends' ways of loving an autistic reader.

characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, hajime kashimo.

bella's note: my new year's resolution? to be way more self-indulgent!

.ᐟ.ᐟ KENTO 'QUIZ TIME' NANAMI

The first time it happened, Kento assumed you were way too focused on work to cook something before you were about to faint. The second time, maybe you were distracted. From then on, it was a pattern Kento couldn’t unsee.

Arms shaking as you cook. Changing the shower temperature when your skin is burning hot. Only washing your glasses when they are so dusty he could draw on them. Waking up on the middle of the night to use the bathroom.

You only listen to your needs when your body screams.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Do you need a drink?” — “Have you eaten anything? That doesn’t count.” — “Want me to close the curtains?” — “Come clean your glasses with me. I could clean yours, but you would need to clean mine. That’s what I thought.” — “Did you pay your bills this month?” — “Have you watched that movie you told me about?” — “Are you going to bed or I’ll have to start undressing? Oh, so now you hear me?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ CHOSO 'ACCIDENTAL MIME' KAMO

Choso would’ve never noticed if you hadn’t got mad at him. Mocking you? of course he was not! That’s so mean, Choso would never do that to someone he loves.

You have this habit. Of repeating words or phrases others use. Choso thought it was sweet. It showed that you were paying attention to every conversation. He started doing the same for you to know that he was listening, too.

Choso would’ve never understood if it wasn’t for Yuji. Echolalia. You weren’t doing it on purpose. It was automatic. What he saw as a habit was something you have no control over. When Choso started doing the same, you thought it was his way of saying “stop that, you’re bothering me.”

Once Choso explained himself, it was your turn to think it was a sweet habit.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to.” — “Choso, you’re very beautiful. Wait.” — “Can you shut up? Sorry.” — “Do you want to go out? I would love to.” — “Fuck that. Hey, Yuji, don’t use those words.” — “Babe? Yes?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ SUGURO 'SOCIAL CLUES TRANSLATOR' GETO

People, most often than not, will say things without actually saying them. The first time the meaning behind someone’s word were completely lost once they reached your ears, Suguru thought it was amusing. But then he understood some think it’s only logical to blame you for not getting what they chose not to say.

Arguing with someone unwilling to change their ways is pointless. If they don’t want to communicate with others, so be it. Suguru would pity them for wasting their chance of knowing you, but he prefers when you spend your time with him.

In important events, Suguru will tell you what to expect. Out with friends, he may warn you about someone not being very happy. Oh, the countless times Suguru was the one to explain that “no, honey, they didn’t mean it literally.”

Suguru would rather not being called tutorial mascot by his partner, but if you’re happy… so be it.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: “Hyperbole.” — “I think that was her polite way of spitting on his face. It gave me chills.” — “I also don’t know what he meant by that.” — “She’s definitely lying.” — “Not literally.” — “Shit. Satoru will ask me to give a speech. You will pretend to be sick? ... I love you.”

.ᐟ.ᐟ HAJIME 'TELL ME MORE' KASHIMO

Hajime WILL know about all your special interests. You have no say in this matter. He wants to know everything about you that there is to know. After all, what is love if not seeing the other and accepting them entirely?

He prefers to do it while he trains. Hajime will practice his techniques with your voice to sooth his muscles. Don’t matter what is on your mind, he wants to hear it all. A specific actress, some movie you saw, penguins? Lovely, keep going.

It's endearing the way you know so much about what you love. Makes Hajime want to ask you what you know about him. Just to check.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "No, no. Please, keep going." — "And that was created when?" — "Your voice is enchanting." — "How did you discovered that?" — "I think, when I was young, I read a book that mentioned this." — "Talk to me. I want to listen."

.ᐟ.ᐟ TOJI 'HUMAN FURNACE' FUSHIGURO

Toji knows how to read someone. It's useful. If he can understand their desires and fears, then he knows what to expect. When it comes to you, what surprises Toji is that he uses this skill to help instead of getting something for himself.

He learned to read you. To understand what your body tells without the need to hearing it from you. Toji understands when something makes you upset, mad, uncomfortable. Even when you're drowning on your emotions and nothing else makes sense: Toji knows you.

And what he learned is that, to silence your mind from all those confusing thoughts, something bigger against you can be distracting enough. To be more exact, to have Toji against you. On his lap, between his arms, beneath him on the couch.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "I'm warm? How sweet of you." — "Can you hear me now?" — "You feel like you can’t breath? I'll let you go when you get sure of that." — "How's your mind now? Too crowded?" — "Forget about them. Just look at me. That's right. It's you and me, nothing else matters."

.ᐟ.ᐟ SATORU 'DEFENSE ATTORNEY' GOJO

Has someone been harsh to you? A boss ignored your rights? A doctor diminished your requests and questions? You know who to call: Satoru Gojo, your beautiful, funny, interesting, inteligent, kind, considerate [50 adjectives later] boyfriend!

Satoru WILL fight anyone that tries to disrespect you. Don’t matter who, don’t matter why. He's ready to throw hands (or cursed energy, to specify). It can be your mom, he doesn’t care. No one messes with you.

But he also defends you in more pacific terms. He will give whole ass lessons to people that tried to argue with you. He will keep talking until they get it right. If someone tries to embarrass you, Satoru is embarrassing them. He doesn’t care about anyone. If they were able to make you uncomfortable, than they are able of dealing with some discomfort too.

THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "Well, actually..." — "I understand what you're saying. Completely. But you're wrong and I will tell why exactly why." — "Say that again." — "You must think you are so funny." — "You think so? Ok, sit down. I'll explain it all to you."

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izuku swears he doesn’t make noise when he gets up in the morning. 

your hours as a pro-hero are often funky, the times that you get up varying greatly from day to day — whereas your husband has a very fixed sleep schedule in order to get to his class on time. 

he’s very, very careful not to wake you when he crawls out of bed at 5:30 every morning, making sure the blankets are covering you from head to toe. his footfalls are almost silent as he creeps down the hall, he winces as the bathroom door creaks ever-so-slightly. 

but inside the bathroom itself? that’s where all hell breaks loose. 

izuku swears he’s quiet in the mornings. he makes a point of mentioning it to your friends, how dutiful a husband he is to let his hard-working spouse sleep in when you can. 

he doesn’t know that you can hear every cabinet open, every clatter of the brush on the sink, the beep of the stove turning on or his keys jingling about in his pocket. 

he doesn’t know that you’re awake when he presses a goodbye kiss to your forehead every morning without fail, doesn’t see the little smile you hide under the covers when he whispers that he loves you before going out the door to work. 

when he smiles at you like that, you can’t help but agree. as far as you’re concerned, he’s silent as a mouse!

the best husband ever, you tell him with a little laugh and kiss on his cheek. (not the quietest — not by a long shot — but the best husband on earth nonetheless.)

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Next to my wife

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the darkened office. The glass walls reflected the sharp lines of the man standing at its center—a man whose reputation was whispered with equal parts, fear, and reverence. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his presence was as sharp and cold as the knife that rested on the desk beside him.

Before him, a man knelt on the polished floor, bound and bloodied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The once-pristine white shirt he wore was now stained with crimson, clinging to his trembling frame. Despite the fear in his eyes, he forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse but unwavering.

“After everything you have done,” he rasped, each word dragging itself out of his throat, “how will you sleep at night?”

The suited man didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with a practiced flick of his lighter. The flame illuminated his face for a brief moment—sharp jawline, calculating eyes, and an expression that betrayed no hint of remorse. He took a slow drag, exhaling a stream of smoke that curled lazily into the air before speaking.

“Next to my wife,” he said simply, his voice low and even, as if the question had been nothing more than idle conversation.

The man on the floor blinked, disbelief flickering across his face. “Your... wife?” he spat, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. “You speak of love? You? After the lives you’ve destroyed? The families you’ve torn apart?”

The suited man’s lips curved into a faint smile—not one of amusement, but something softer, almost wistful. He walked around the kneeling man, his footsteps deliberate and slow, the sharp click of his shoes against the marble floor the only sound in the room.

“You think a man like me can’t love?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with a quiet intensity. “You think all I am is the blood on my hands?” He paused, turning to face the prisoner, the glow of the cigarette illuminating his face. “Maybe I am. But she—she’s the one thing in this world that’s clean. Untouched by all of this.”

He gestured around the room, as though the opulent surroundings—the leather furniture - the glass walls overlooking the glittering city—were as tainted as he was.

“She knows what I am,” he continued, his voice softening. “And she loves me anyway. Not because she’s blind to the things I’ve done, but because she sees the man I could be—the man I am with her.”

The kneeling man shook his head, his expression a mix of fury and disbelief. “You think that makes you a good man? That loving her wipes away all the lives you’ve taken?”

The suited man crouched down then, bringing himself to eye level with the prisoner. His gaze was steady, unflinching, as he spoke.

“No,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “I’m not a good man. I never will be. But for her, I’m the best version of myself I can be. And if that means burning down the rest of the world to keep her safe, so be it.”

He straightened, taking another drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it in a nearby ashtray. The room fell silent again, the tension thick enough to choke on.

A knock at the door broke the moment. The man’s expression softened immediately as the door opened, and you stepped inside.

You were a vision of understated elegance, dressed in a simple black dress that clung to your frame just enough to hint at its curves. Your eyes, warm and bright, scanned the room before landing on him.

“It’s late,” you said softly, your voice carrying a quiet authority that made the man standing in the room seem almost ordinary.

He nodded, crossing the room to you. His hand found yours, and he lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a tenderness that seemed impossible for a man like him.

Your gaze flicked to the prisoner, curiosity flickering in your eyes. “Is everything handled?”

“It will be,” he assured you, his voice gentle now, as though you had the power to soften the sharp edges of his world.

You smiled, a small, knowing smile, and leaned into him. “Good. Come to bed.”

As you both left, his hand resting protectively on the small of your back, he paused at the door and glanced over his shoulder at the prisoner.

“How do I sleep at night?” he repeated, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I sleep with her. And she’s the only peace I’ve ever known.”

The door closed behind him, leaving the room silent but for the hum of the light and the weight of his words.

The husband in question: Geto Suguru, Caleb, Sylus, Vladimir, Sukuna, In-ho (The Front man), Eren Yeager, Toji Fushiguro, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Jason Todd, Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze), Silco, Overhaul, Dabi

River Maiden

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11,

The sun hung low in the sky, its golden rays filtering through the dense canopy of the forest. Prince Telemachus moved with quiet purpose, his steps steady on the moss-carpeted ground. His body bore the aches of the day’s training, but his mind was sharp, honed by the relentless guidance of the Goddess Athena. Her voice still echoed in his thoughts: “Strength alone will not carry you, Telemachus. Learn to see the world, to listen to its whispers, and act when the moment demands it.”

The forest was alive around him—branches swayed gently in the breeze, birds called to one another, and somewhere in the distance, the soft murmur of a river beckoned. Drawn by the sound, he pressed forward, brushing aside low-hanging branches until he emerged onto a bank where the river wound lazily through the trees.

There, in the shallows, a maiden was bathing. Her long, (y/h) hair clung to her shoulders, glistening as it caught the light. She moved with unguarded grace, her humming ringing softly over the water as she splashed at the cool surface. For a moment, Telemachus simply watched, unsure whether to announce his presence or slip away unnoticed.

Then a low growl made that choice for him.

Telemachus’s head snapped toward the sound. On the far side of the river, a boar emerged from the underbrush, its tusks gleaming like daggers. It was massive, its eyes wild with rage and hunger as it locked its gaze on the unsuspecting maiden. The beast pawed the ground, muscles coiling for an attack.

There was no time to think. Telemachus’s hand flew to the hilt of his sword, his training surging to the forefront of his mind. “Act swiftly. Protect the helpless. Be the shield they do not know they need.”

As the boar charged, Telemachus sprang into action, the sun catching the glint of his blade as he rushed to intercept the beast.

The maiden snap her head to look behind her as she heard the commotion, to see a young man fight off a wild animal, before managing to scare it off.

"Are you fine, My Lady?" Telemachus snaps her out of her stuper, shaking her head as he offered her a hand.

"Y-yes, I'm fine" the maiden answers, standing up and taking his hand.

Telemachus' heart began to race as he sees she is bare before him, her body revealed as she stands up, though he averts his gaze as to not be disrespectful, helping her to her feet, he quickly picks up a cloth to offer.

"Here, cover yourself" Telemachus hands it to her with diverted eyes, blushing heavily.

"Oh, Thank you" the maiden accepts the cloth, covering herself.

Telemachus breaths out a small sigh as she covered herself, his breath getting caught in his throat as his eyes wandered all over her body.

"If you do not mind me asking, what is a beautiful maiden such as yourself doing, alone in the forest by such a small river?" Telemachus asked as soon as he found his voice.

"You know, the usual, us maidens like to keep ourselves clean, or purposely getting attacked to be rescued by a dashing savior" the maiden answers with a smile, running a finger on his clothed chest.

Telemachus blushes as he hears her compliment, smiling softly in return.

"Ha, well it was indeed my pleasure to save such a beautiful maiden, though I do apologize, it's not very proper for me to see you dressed like this, a man such as myself should not lay their eyes on such a beautiful maiden in such a way. Allow me to turn around while you get dressed" In truth, he simply can't control his wondering gaze.

"My, such a gentleman, a rarity nowadays" the maiden compliments, as she walks to her pile of clothes, beginning to wear her chiton.

"One simply must be a gentleman to a lady such as you, especially when she is such a sight to behold. Might I ask your name, My Lady?" Telemachus blushing slightly as she complimented him, waiting patiently for her to get dressed, as he heard the ruffling of fabric behind him.

"It's quite rude to ask a Lady's name without introducing yourself~" the maiden stated, saying it directly behind him, fully dressed making the boy jump, causing her to chuckle.

She stands before him wearing a simple blue chiton, her hair still down from being washed, what stands out about her is the silver arm bracelet she wears in the shape of a snake, a red gemstones on it's heads, two of each, but Telemachus pays no mind to it.

She only chuckles at his stunned state, fixing a stray hair pushing it back to her ear.

"So, may I know the name of my Saviour? Or shall I call you adorable?" The maiden asked, her hands clasped behind her.

Telemachus laughs softly, the blush still evident on his cheeks. He regains his composure before answering her question.

"Telemachus," he answers. "Son of King Odysseus, and Prince of Ithaca. And you, my lady? What name shall I call my damsel in distress?" He smiles, hoping she'll answer.

The Maiden laughs a bit at his teasing "My name's (Y/N), no title included" (Y/N) introduces herself with a smile

"(Y/N)…" Telemachus says, letting her name roll off his tongue. It was a beautiful name, he thought, to match this beautiful maiden. He studies her again, his eyes taking in her every detail.

"No title?" He responds, a smile tugging at his lips. "Then allow me to fix that. My Lady (Y/N)."

He bows at her jokingly, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

"It's a beautiful name," he says. "Quite befitting of the most beautiful maiden in Ithaca."

"Oh you make me out to be someone I'm not" (Y/N) stated with a smile, shaking her head

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Prince Telemachus~" (Y/N) added with a teasing smile

Telemachus laughs at her response, enjoying the playful banter.

"Flattery, I assure you, is only the truth" he replies, his smile growing.

"And I am far from done flattering you, my lady." He takes a step closer to her, his eyes fixed on hers.

"Tell me, (Y/N). How does a fair maiden such as yourself find themselves bathing in the forest, alone and defenseless?"

"Well, as I've said before: us Maiden love to keep ourselves clean, and the only running clean water around here in Ithaca is in the river, or you know, a chance to be saved by a dashing Prince~" (Y/N) teases, their hands still holding.

Telemachus can't help the smile that forms on his lips at her playful teases. They're standing so close to each other now, their hands intertwined, and he can see the laughter dancing in her eyes.

"How lucky it is that I was there then," he responds, his voice low and teasing.

"If it wasn't for me, you would've been that boar's dinner. Though I think I'd rather keep you all to myself."

"My, whatever can I do now that the Prince is here?" (Y/N) asked with a light quip

"I suppose you're stuck with me" Telemachus replies, his voice filled with a hint of jest. He lets his free hand run down her arm, his fingers brushing lightly against her skin.

"Unless you can think of a reason that a lady would be bathing alone in the forest...?"

"My, you wish to peek? I didn't know a Prince as dignified as yourself would take advantage of such a situation" (Y/N) pouted, turning her body away from him.

Telemachus's face blushes redder than ever, a mixture of embarrassment and shock.

"N-no! That's not what I-" Telemachus sputters. His eyes involuntarily glance at her, admiring her figure as she turns away from him. He quickly averts his gaze, his heart racing.

"I would never- I would never take advantage of you like that!" He protests, the embarrassment clear.

(Y/N) suddenly laughs, covering her mouth at Telemachus's embarrassed state.

Telemachus's embarrassment turns to one of annoyance. He frowns at her, though the effect is lessened by the redness in his cheeks.

"You tricked me," he mutters, his voice filled with mock-anger. He crosses his arms, though his grip on her hand doesn't loosen.

"Sorry, sorry. Shall I make it up to you by bathing together?~" (Y/N) teases once more, holding his hand with both of hers.

Telemachus's face flushes once more, his cheeks heating up at her suggestion. He sputters in shock, not expecting such a response from her.

"B-bathe together?" He manages to stammer out, his voice a strange mix between shock, surprise and... excitement? He was a young man, after all.

"You... you cannot be serious" he adds, his eyes trying to avoid looking at her figure.

(Y/N) simply continues to laugh at Telemachus's expense.

Telemachus pouts, still blushing at her laughter and her suggestion. It was obvious she was toying with him, and he was falling for it. He tries to maintain a stoic expression.

"You enjoy teasing me far too much," he grumbles, his grip on her hand tightening ever so slightly.

"I simply can't help it, you're quite adorable, Your Highness" (Y/N) points out with a smile.

The compliment and her smile is enough to make Telemachus's heart pound once more. He swallows, his eyes still fixated on her, her figure bathed in sunlight, her hair damp from the stream.

"You're truly a menace," he mutters jokingly, shaking his head. He tugs her closer to him, his hand on her hip. "And a tease."

"And you're quite handsy to a maiden you've just met, what if I'm betrothed?" (Y/N) asked, tilting her head.

Telemachus's hand immediately releases her hip, and he takes half a step back, flustered by her comment. He hadn't considered that possibility until now. Of course she could be betrothed, she was a beautiful maiden. He mentally curses himself for being so presumptuous.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" he begins to apologize, stuttering over his words, his blush once again returning to his face.

(Y/N) laughs once more, seems like another rug was pulled under Telemachus "My, you truly are adorable, Your Highness"

Telemachus groans, burying his face in his hand. She truly did love to tease him, and he couldn't even be mad about it. Telemachus tries to compose himself, looking up at her through his fingers.

"You will be the death of me, I swear," he mutters, his voice filled with mock irritation.

"Even if we've just met?" (Y/N) asked, as she approached him, playing with his hair.

Telemachus's heartbeat quickens as she plays with his hair, weaving her slender fingers through his locks. He stands there, trying not to melt at her touch. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself to respond.

"Yes. I fear you may drive me to madness within the hour."

"You underestimate me, give me a minute" (Y/N) corrects, chuckling a bit.

Telemachus raises an eyebrow questioningly, intrigued by her confidence. He looks at her, a hint of a challenge in his eyes."A minute? That's all it'll take?"

(Y/N) chuckles, backing away, admiring her work, the tousled, blushing Prince.

Telemachus stands there, his hair tousled, his face flushed, staring at (Y/N) in disbelief. For a young man who prided himself on his composure, he was an absolute mess in front of her. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it to no avail.

"You're enjoying this, arent you?" He grumbles, his voice filled with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

(Y/N) chuckles once more, her shoulders shaking "What gave it away?"

Telemachus groans at her laughter, shaking his head. He couldn't believe how far he had fallen for her charms. He tries to maintain a stern expression, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away.

"You're a vixen, you know that?" He says, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes take her in, his gaze lingering on her figure once more, admiring her form.

"I try to be~" (Y/N) agrees, as the sun begins to set.

"My, time does go by quickly when you're having fun" (Y/N) commented, before turning to look at Telemachus.

Telemachus follows her gaze and turns to see the setting sun, casting a golden glow over the forest. The reality of the situation sets in - the sun was setting, and he had spent the entire time with (Y/N) in complete bliss. A pang of disappointment washes over him at the thought of leaving her so soon.

He turns back to face her, a small smile on his face.

"It certainly does seem time has passed quickly. I suppose it's best if I head back. I… have princely duties that need attending to."

"I should be heading home as well now" (Y/N) agrees with a smile

Telemachus nods, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. The thought of parting ways with her felt wrong.

"Yes, I suppose you should," he replies, reluctantly. As they prepare to part ways, Telemachus hesitates for a moment. He reaches for her hand, and gently intertwines their fingers together. His eyes lock with hers.

"Will I see you again?" He asks, his voice filled with a hint of hope. Telemachus knew that he was treading a dangerous path, letting his heart be so swayed by a girl he had just met, but he couldn't help it. There was something about her that drew him in.

"Do you wish it to be?" (Y/N) asked with a slight tease on her tone, but she's secretly hoping for it.

The question hung in the air for a moment. Telemachus takes a deep breath before responding, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I do. I want to see you again. I don't know why, but... I feel drawn to you. As if the gods themselves have woven our fates together. Is that foolish of me to say?"

With every word, his grip on her hand tightens, as if to keep their connection intact. Telemachus feared that once he let go, the spell that she cast over him would be broken. He was a practical man, yet here he was, a mess, confessing his feelings to a maiden he barely knew.

(Y/N) chuckles a bit at his confession "Then we'll see each other once more" (Y/N) agrees, smiling at him, her dainty hand on his rough ones.

A mixture of relief and joy fill Telemachus. His heart pounds in his chest at her words. He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it. His eyes never leave hers as he does so.

"I look forward to it," he murmurs, his voice filled with a hint of promise. Telemachus didn't want to let go. The idea of parting ways feels like agony.

"As do I, Prince Telemachus" Egeria stated with a soft smile on her lips.

With a sigh, Telemachus reluctantly releases her hand. Every fiber of his being is telling him to keep her close, to stay by her side. But he knows that he has to let her go.

"Until next time," he whispers, managing a small smile. His heart sinks a little as he watches her begin to walk away.

He stands there for a moment, watching her go. He wants to call out to her, to ask her to stay, but he knows that it would be pointless.

Once she's out of sight, Telemachus lets out a deep sigh. He felt a strange emptiness within him, as if a piece of his heart had been taken when she left. Telemachus knew that he was in trouble. He was falling for her, and falling fast.

A/N: Gee, I wonder what my tags mean :)

baking satoru cookies but they’re all of his cock, some depicting him soft and some of him hard. you’ve even went as far as to highlight every vein and ridge in the exact place and when you tell him you didn’t even use a reference — you simply remembered the shape and appearance from the top of your head (you’ve seen it so many times it’s practically engraved into your memory), he can’t help but be moved to tears by the rather outlandish use of artistry as you’re both munching on his dick biscuits.

admiring them, giving feedback on how he loves how you got the color of his tip just right — a pretty blush pink for when he’s flaccid but then an angry red when he’s up. satoru’s rather fond of the detailing, eyeing how some of the erected ones have opaque lines of white oozing from the tip.

but he’s also critiquing you too, like how maybe next time you should use his cum for the icing, to make it life-like. in fact, he could help you with that right now, and then he’s whipping out his hard cock from his pants, already leaking a hefty amount of pre to drizzle over them.

your brows shoot up in surprise and he simply smirks back at you, smug as he’s tugging at himself over the little penis’s — did you seriously expect him not to get aroused by this?

Leaked S5 episode