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Siruud gives off these two simultaneous vibes: one, of having done everything at least once from boredom; the second, of being an easily flustered dork. And slightly nsfw, but I know I've conceptualized my MC as an innocent-looking sweetheart who's been reported to HR multiple times for strength of character, but is secretly a thirsty, kinky mofo, and I can't help but getting the feeling that this might kind of terrify Siruud.

lkdfjsdk well you're right about the tried everything once just for the hell of it (even beyond sex) but this man is aspec which means his attitude about sex isn't particularlllyyyyy typical I guess? He doesn't have the same relationship with it as a human, and even then again as someone who regularly contemplates it.

He's definitely not flustered by it though. It's a human thing (it's not, demons do it too) and it's so hyped up in their society. He considers it like, a fun hobby. A sport with many, many rules variants depending on the arena. He's just detached enough from actual regular mainstream culture that he doesn't really understand what sex means to humans—how tied up it is in religion, family, social rituals, gendered behaviour—so he ends up coming off as a little callous in the sense that if a mortal friend were to come crying about how their partner only wanted a sexual relationship rather than a romantic one, he just straight up doesn't understand how the two things are related. Why are they related. How has this become a confused issue.

He doesn't have any game is the thing. He won't dirty talk to try and put you in the mood or anything, but he has a very frank way of speaking about it that might really do something for someone tbf. Unintentional dirty talk. Refreshingly frank talk, and blessedly non judgemental talk. It can always be awkward to have conversations with any partner about how far is too far, how far is not far enough, and the aces in the crowd will dig a hole in the ground to sit in upon remembering the awkward talks about "don't want to and don't know you well enough to elaborate on it actually", and that kind of just doesn't happen with Siruud because he's talking about the weather. Hes talking about sportsball. Just like car seat head rest said, it's only sex.

#talkForge #HFNSFW #siruud #bad ritual

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this tiktok made me think of the love of my life, Valerian, tho i am biased in believing that Yep My Cinderella-esque MC Would Not Be Able To Neatly Switch Over To "Not Cleaning/Cooking Bc My Mafia Boyfriend Can Pay For It" so this tiktok is, indeed, designed to directly aim and attack me specifically lol rip

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRoyR95G/

#talkForge #dfjhsdfkj this is CUTE and valerian would oscillate between 'please dont clean you dont have to' #and 'oh they like to clean I will intentionally make a mess' #LONG gap between a happy medium #manor hill #valerian #hfnsfw

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that showering/bathing anon is onto something.. do you mind answering for the rest of the ROs? 👀 thank you!

Abeni

She's into it, but I'm not sure how sexual it'd get. It's a little too corny for her, and she loves bubble beards a little too much.

Gnarl

Done. Down for it. Making it happen as we speak.

Siruud

The bathtub would need to be ENORMOUS, and the sexual aspect is...minimal? Not like absent but it's more of a sensuality thing.

Tahira

Done. Down for it. Already making it happen. Already happening.

Mantis

Nope. Hard pass. She'll hang out with you while you bathe but it's not gunna be a sexual thing.

Crave

Sure! Why not? He might not generate the idea on his own but he's down to try it out!

#HFNSFW #talkForge #bad ritual #manor hill #hybrid #mantis #crave #tahira #siruud #gnarl #abeni

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send me to jail bcos nsfw incoming but what would the li's do if (in relationship stage) their so was having a fairly obvious *dream* in bed next to them???

I was about to very confidently say that the jail cell would not be empty when you arrived because I was so sure this had been asked before, but nope. Solitary confinement.

Go Back to Sleep

Mantis, Siruud

50/50 as to whether or not they wake up at all, might also be in the wake you up camp but for different reasons.

Goes Back to Bed But Is Pressed About It

Trigger

He obviously can't WAKE YOU UP about it. That would be a FERAL, UNHINGED thing to do. NOBODY would EVER do that and you would clearly be INFURIATED upon waking, and so he'll just go back to bed (stare at a wall until sun up).

Wakes You Up

Abeni, Tahira, Valerian, Gnarl, Crave

Obviously. Why would they not? There's a chance you'll say no and kind of laugh it off but there's also a chance you'll say yes so like...the only thing they have to lose is some sleep.

#talkForge #HFNSFW #manor hill #bad ritual #hybrid #gnarl #abeni #trigger #crave #mantis #valerian #siruud #tahira #every day I imagine what story I'll start once mh is done #but it always involves adding three more names to the list

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howdy! i tried to track down specific asks to have citations and everything but i was Thwarted By Tumblr Search as per usual. to my memory you have described trigger as fairly loud/not worried about making a ton of noise during sex. you’ve also i think described him as a deeply self conscious person, who is embarassed to be seen Having Feelings. id love to hear a little about the decision making behind this! i don’t see it as contradictory or anything, but i was curious what makes trigger afraid of vulnerability in certain situations, but not sex! is it something he had to unlearn, or is it something it just never occurred to him to be embarrassed about in the first place? thanks!

kjhfdsd I do remember saying both of these things luckily !! And honestly, I think it's just a matter of...he doesn't really have excellent control of it during sex. Every other moment he's a brick wall whose excellent grasp of himself and his reactions makes him almost embarrassingly old-fashioned straight-edge kind of in control, but when he has the occasion to loosen his grip even a little bit? Once it slips, it slips. He'll be embarrassed about it afterwards, but at that point there's just not much of a purpose to pretending to be very cool and collected about it, you know? You've already made him go blah blah blah as it were, so like, who's he performing for?

#talkForge #the greater implication of course is that he doesn't do the do a lot which is what happens when the author is ace spec #djfhs I literally just can't conceive of a character who has the spare time and energy to seek it out #which is the uhhh broader implication of all these specific asks #if it doesn't make sense or implies something broader the answer is 'bc I just don't think about it that much' fdjdsdfkjh #HFNSFW #trigger #hybrid

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OK so seeing as you apparently do take asks then I gotta know. What are all the RO's (or just Manor Hill if you want) like with an MC who's like, completely and utterly hilariously inexperienced and oblivious with relationships. Like, they have NO idea whatsoever when someone flirts with them. At all all. Like they are just dense as hell. And when they do finally work it out they're like, all nervous because sure they LIKE the RO but they've never really done the whole kissing/dating thing before and they just get flustered so easily once they realise what's going on? Like how would they react to being the MC's first kiss, SO, etc. (Idk how you stand on nsfw so you are welcome to include that if you want, I'm sure 90% of tumblr wouldn't ming, and I mean I would die for all the RO's but like, comfort zones!)

NSFW policy is, I will answer within reason (I mean, obvi) and within a certain scope (the more specific I get, the more obvious it will be that I'm making shit up). I tag it as HFNSFW, on the offchance you don't want MY content making it through but you want general content. This question falls well within the bounds, but I don't really have anything interesting to say about it that I'm not already saying about SFW content ;;

You know I really like this perspective, if purely because there always seems to be this hard divide between "of COURSE MC has experience everyone always has dating experience" and "MC has never even HEARD of kissing, what is this FEELING inside of me, is this INDIGESTION?" both of which I find stupid because no, not everyone has dating experience, but also you can not have dating experience AND not need the talk about where babies come from.

I mean, as a baseline everyone is gunna be chill. Questions like this can feel boring (for me to answer, for you guys to like, hear me answer, not on your part) just because I think it would be deeply unsexy for any of the love interests I am carefully crafting to be like...dunking on the MC for their dating history either way.

Is maybe a little overly sensitive

Valerian, Siruud, Trigger, Gnarl

Sitting pretty in the "I personally feel kind of like a monster anyway" we have those lovers who are going to check in just often enough that you're like man, we're holding hands, not having unprotected sex on the first date. MC will feel like they have more experience than they do, if only because they probably don't need a vibe check for the yawn and stretch.

Is so chill about it

Tahira, Abeni, Crave

They don't make the MC feel like, singled out about it, they do the normal amount of consent checking, they're wonderful teachers and they're not weird about it. Excellent work, 10/10 SO experience.

Spiderman Pointing Meme

Mantis

#talkForge #the virg thing is a joke the internet said it was derogatory which was very funny to me #because anyone using virgin as an insult is truly scraping the bottom of the playground #also did you know tumblr won't let you copy and fucking paste an image #i had to save this to my computer #this is immortalized in png for another four seconds after I publish this #mantis #crave #trigger #siruud #tahira #gnarl #valerian #abeni #manor hill #bad ritual #hybrid #HFNSFW

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I lack the mental fortitude to not add jokes about pegging into my freelance scripts, and also the will to check if they make it into the final draft.

#talkForge #hfnsfw #frankly I hate checking final drafts because a certain company would change large swathes of my scripts without telling me #and nothing I've written for the other company has been released yet so I don't actually know if I'm being amicably pat on the head #what I do know is that I've worked on one complete script and am in the middle of my second and if you don't see pegging jokes #then they were there. #and they were very funny and sexy of me to add

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Inspired by the ask about Bright's wolf dialogue- Which of the ROs would be alpha and which would be beta? Would the MC be alpha or beta? Typing these words out for this ask feels cursed, im very sorry

All of them are very sexy and rare omegas. Is that how omegas work? I've read more than one of these fics and they don't seem to have consistent lore about what an omega is.

#talkForge #everyone hates them but the sub is always one and it's always a huge turn on #country alphas make do? #do or due...is that's what's important here? #HFNSFW

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If Siruud can't hurt the MC, does that mean bdsm would be off the table if they ever got freaky??

BDSM isn’t exclusively about pain afaik: maybe some activities would be off the table, but it’s about the trust and there’s plenty you can do to get a little creative without even touching the pain threshold.

#talkForge #hfnsfw #or so I'm told #bad ritual #siruud #Anonymous

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I'm sorry, I know that there's more the bdsm than the pain aspect. When I asked, I was just curious if there would be a loophole of sorts for that specific portion if there wasn't an intent to kill/cause excessive harm and if the MC welcomed it, but I assume that the answer is still no.

Oh no, I wasn’t trying to like learn you or anything. Believe it or not that was supposed to be like, a hopeful statement !! Worry not, for tying someone up actually expresses the opposite of the intent to harm !! Whatever kind of pain play thing though, you’re right, would still be out: in Tahira’s route, you get to see the clause that ended up protecting you from Siruud, and it’s meant to make sure he has no avenue to break his vessel. T’s too good at her job to give a demon a loophole, and I imagine the reverse is true purely as some front of kindness on behalf of SignetWorks.

#talkForge #bad ritual #hfnsfw #siruud #Anonymous

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All the unfinished horny 3D games on itch seem to have simultaneously discovered the worst pair of high waisted pants with an absolutely vicious pleat down the front and it’s hard to decide if I hate the pants so badly I want to never see them again or if I’m just relieved that much like the faces, it is at least a simulacrum of real clothes.

#talkForge #hfnsfw #less uncanny valley nudity on open display vs just the ugliest pair of pants in the worst mimicry of human clothing I've seen

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valerian kinks? 🤔

This is one of the ones I don’t know the answer to because I don’t know enough about the variety. Not any kind of BDSM because it’s just a little too similar to some of the less pleasant aspects of his job so that really sucks the fun out of it. Not really any of the odd ones, since he can’t really travel incognito to indulge. Probably has an aversion to public sex. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#talkForge #hfnsfw #valerian #manor hill #we've hit a skill limit #Anonymous

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"Sheer fabric" prompt with Siruud (and F!MC, if that makes a difference within the writing), please?

(sorry to combine the two but I’m driving myself up the wall with how slow I’m doing this: these two are combined because they share a NSFW prompt. I’m agonizing over it a little because the first prompt doesn’t specify gender, but I’ll try to keep things chill and funky)

“Is this necessary?” you ask, trying so hard not to look as self-conscious as you feel. The outfit you’re wearing is… well, to be fair to you, it’s hot. You look incredible. To call it lingerie is a little simple, because it is a full outfit, complete with a sheer, floor length house coat that slides sensually down your shoulders in the most flattering nude shade you’ve ever had on your body.

It makes you look more naked than you are, which is already pretty naked.

“I warned you,” Siruud says, clearly exasperated. He’s not wrong: he made it clear that the club was for the blood-drinking population of supernatural creatures, and that it was an adult club. Humans aren’t allowed to just wander in a slobber over other half naked humans, for the comfort of the blood donors.

So, logically speaking, to get a hold of contacts within the club, the two of you had to go undercover. Your disguise happens to cling so tight to your ass that you’re pretty sure that somehow your whole downstairs is being suspended midair. He’s not completely unaffected; his dark nipples are pierced with molten gold rings to match his horns, and there’s a soft golden glitter on his stone-coloured skin. Rather than his normal braid, he’s let his deep black hair loose and suggestively mussed.

The look isn’t making you any less self-conscious about how on display you are. “I know,” you say defensively. “You’re not the one wearing a collar.”

“It’s not technically a collar.” Sure. It’s a necklace made of soft, thin golden chains, that gather at the hollow of your throat and hangs coldly down the centre of your chest and just above the very low hem of your gravity-defying panties. It’s not strong enough to pull, but the implication is one of guidance and it keeps tickling your abdomen in a weird way. “Look, if you want to do something different, we can.”

You sigh deeply, gathering your courage. This really is the easiest way to access a normally completely out of reach expert that could crack this whole stupid thing, and how many people know anything about Bright? It’s not like the two of you are rolling in viable leads. “It’s fine. Just… need to bring street clothes, for after.”

He nods, and as you turn to walk away (luckily some scant flats were acceptable alternatives to tottering heels which you both agreed would be more of a hindrance than not), you swear you can feel his eyes on you.

… . .

As the two of you enter the club, the music no more than the primal thudding of bass that you can feel in every bit of your exposed body, you realize with a start that Siruud was being incredibly indulgent when he built your disguise. You can easily pick out the humans in the crowd because they’re wearing much less than you; the interest for them was not in a full outfit, but rather what only just qualified as coverage.

You keep an eye out for your target, but it’s difficult. There’s a lot of… people. The dance floor is packed but no one seems to be dancing so much as they are just grinding. It beats even normal club grinding; some portions of the crowd are an orgy of mouths and hands and teeth. 

Where there isn’t a group toeing the line of acceptable club decorum, there’s a couple or group feeding. You catch the eye of a blood donor sandwiched between two traditional vampires, both their tongues lapping blood off their throat while one of them goes high with their fingers, and the other goes low and the human in the middle pants and thrusts while maintaining eye contact with you.

“There she is,” Siruud says at your ear, making you shiver. You refocus, turning to find your contact under two blood donors who’ve abandoned the thin veneer of purpose at this club and are circling third base on her lap.

“Is she expecting us?” you ask, your head swimming. It’s so easy to get distracted in this club that it almost feels like a spell, making it impossible to think. Without answering, Siruud takes a gentle hold of your chain and guides you forward. He sits down across from the group and pats his lap, his eyes apologizing where his mouth stays indifferent.

“Siruud,” she offers as soon as you sit down. “I didn’t expect to see you here with a human.”

“Who else would I bring?” he asks, his hand stroking your thigh with almost indifferent slowness. You feel goosebumps all over you as his talons run lightly along your skin.

“True, but you misunderstand me. It seems strange that you would come here in the first place, given how you feel about cooperation with humans.” She’s smiling, but her eyes take you in suspiciously.

“People change.” You’re guessing that this means she isn’t expecting the two of you, but her cooperation depends on Siruud’s ability to convince her that this was not premeditated. More like it cheapens the cost of her cooperation, Siruud corrects in your mind. She’ll be pleased to see me stooping to her level.

Stooping?

Just remember the safe word, he tells you, his tone just ever so slightly irritated. The two of you agreed on coupon for when/if you got uncomfortable with blending in. You’re not really worried about him crossing a line, so much as you’re worried about it really doing something for you in a situation where you can do very little to hide such a thing.

“Do they?” she laughs. ���I seem to recall you implying that blood donors are disgustingly indulgent. As near as I can tell, you’ve only appeared at this place of business with a human in tow.” A waiter appears and sets down a few flutes of champagne, presumably for the humans present. Siruud takes one and gestures for you to tilt your head back, pressing the glass to your lips.

You understand the purpose of him letting a little bit slide down the side of your throat before reaching out to lick it up: like he doesn’t even see the contact, like she isn’t even there. You arc a little and he slides his hand up your shirt; and you guess the realism is necessary because his hand is clearly visible cupping you.

I’m going to bite you, he tells you, even his immaterial voice breathy.

Yeah. You’d seen it coming; how better to demonstrate that he’s not a hypocrite than to participate in this public debauchery?

He sinks his teeth into you and you feel your whole body coil. He drops the flute and it lands with a thud on the floor, pushing you back against the table and letting you stretch over it, head resting neatly in the middle; just far enough away that her giggling companions won’t try to participate. You barely notice them, though, hyper-focused on Siruud’s sharpness. 

His teeth control the flow of blood as his tongue laps it up. His hand gets a little less focused but a little more desperate, and while you’re sure that if he tried to up the ante you’d happily let him, you’re relieved that he seems content with fondling. You feel his talons press dangerous but never painfully, and he’s positioned himself neatly between your legs where so little fabric protects his rutting hips from flagrant evidence of your enjoyment.

You let your eyes roll, making eye contact with her and deciding to play up your position a little. She’s seeing a lot of you, so you try to imitate her companions by giving her a little giggle through grunts, urging Siruud without words to grind down harder. He does, and you get the impression it’s instinct more than real acknowledgement of your angle. She smiles back at you, though, suddenly looking more amused than annoyed, and you think you’ve just won your information.

#talkForge #HF500 #HFNSFW #bad ritual #siruud #Anonymous

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Off the prompt list for Trigger with sheer fabric? The mc wearing their clothes ask 'I like this so now I have to be angry so people dont know I like it' inspired me! Not that he is likely to wear or even own anything sheer!

You see my friend, I didn’t do any work to describe Zed in the demo; if I did, then I hope it was only the suggestion that Zed is wearing a lot of layers that they don’t intend to take off. I was thinking about how to dance around it to fit “the MC wearing his clothes” thing that inspired you, but then I thought: why not put Trigger in something sheer?

True, he’s not likely to own something designed to be see through, but that’s not the only way in which clothes become see through 👀 this isn’t quite the fulfilling piece of NSFW material but in Zed’s heart of hearts it is.

“And you’re sure this is—”

“I haven’t heard any better plans from you, Z.”

“I didn’t say that I had any, I’m just saying that this particular plan might benefit from some workshopping!” You try to say so kindly, but he’s on your last nerve already barely an hour after sunrise. A nighttime landslide blocked off your intended path, and so Trigger had sullenly suggested that the two of you make use of the season, take a large and buoyant piece of shed bark, and use it to float down the river. It’d save time, but it operates under the assumption that none of the water plants will take offense to your crossing: and knowing water plants who come into contact with so few forms of other life, it’s a gamble to assume.

“We’re already floating,” he says, leaning back. He’s shed his outer jacket, leaving him in his slightly worse-for-the-wear white tee. “If we have to deal with something then we will.” You bite back the scathing comment that it seems like a deeply irresponsible thing to do, to wait to cause offense before thinking about whether or not you should have done said offensive thing, but you expect you know why he’s doing it.

He’s usually better at self-preservation, even if he’s typically this unconcerned about the feelings of plants: he’s tired, though, after weeks of persistent insomnia. It’s hard to guess what triggered it as he’s more willing to pull his own teeth out then have an emotional discussion with anyone, but you’re not as easy to trick as he thinks. You’ve noticed him pulling at the frayed edges of his guard shift, pushing well past the point where he should have woken you up; you know the difference between regular gruff, grunting Trigger and tired, half-listening grunting Trigger.

And you definitely notice that his eyes are closed under the sweater thrown over his face. He’s not even watching to see if anything is going to upturn your improvised raft, and so in the interest of a less impulsive travelling companion, you wordlessly volunteer for plant-duty; and you don’t have to wait long.

A boat? asks the water weed incredulously.

Our land passage was blocked. We used the shedding tree’s bark as a raft, you offer, hoping that your insistence on not taking bark that was not freely given would maybe score you brownie points.

And?

And… is there something I can do to make our passage less offensive? This is going exactly how you expected, but for Trigger’s sake you’d like to smooth it over. And… for the plant’s sake. Of course, for the plant’s sake… that should’ve… probably been your first concern, actually.

No, but a moment and you can pass. You’re just straightening up to tell Trigger when suddenly your raft is violently jostled. You cling to the edges and shout when, with a yelp, Trigger plunges into the water. You scramble over to his side, mindful of the sudden weight imbalance, but find to your deep relief that he’s already resurfaced and takes your hand to be lifted back up. The water ripples with the weed’s laughter, then resumes its natural flow.

You open your mouth to explain to him what’s happened, but he sits up on his knees and you all but swallow your tongue. His shirt is… transparent. The distant, sensible part of your brain offers concern that his shirt is so worn out that a little water has rendered it useless, but the very close and incredibly loud part of your brain drowns that concern out with breathless wonder at how it clings wetly to his chest and stomach. Trigger isn’t a sculpted sort of man, like the statues you’ve looked at in books: he’s more lean and broad, more natural, and when he lifts his arms to try and squeeze the water out of his hair his shirt rides up and sticks above his belly button.

“Fuck,” he hisses, tension wound into every incredibly visible line of his body. It’s plastered to his shoulders which look surprisingly strong— he lifts his shirt to try and squeeze the moisture out of that (hello stomach with rivulets of water sliding suggestively to the waist of his jeans) and turns away from you: and yes absolutely yes, you can see his back in wet and wild high definition, including the tattoo he won’t talk about. “What are you looking at me for?” he snaps and your eyes make the slow and arduous journey back up to his face.

“The water weed,” you tell him hoarsely.

“What?”

“The water weed knocked you off the raft.”

“And that’s why you’re gawking at me?” he demands, and you say nothing because the answer is I’m sorry I just want to… bite you, and I’m really not sure what to do with that information. Your body lends its aid to your crisis by suddenly feeling so weak, like the only thing that could possibly prop you up like a normal person right now would be the repeated rolling of his hips… “Zed!”

“I’m sorry!”

“Fuck,” he repeats, shaking his head. Without further ado he lifts his shirt up over his head, groaning with the effort and in annoyance. Water is everywhere, although you feel a quiet disappointment that he seems to be containing it well. You can just see the two of you, soaked with only your panting breath to warm you… “I’ll have to wait ‘til we come ashore to dry my jeans,” he mutters irritably, tugging at the button.

You’re relieved. You don’t know what face you’d make if he took his pants off.

#talkForge #HF500 #HFNSFW #hybrid #trigger #Anonymous

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How 'bout some Fairytale!Gnarl + enthralled/fascinated? I had originally been going to say vamp, after seeing the one for Val (which incidentally was!!! real good!!!) but when I saw this when double checking the promptlist ... they just really seem like they deserve some magic sweetness. Love your writing, and hope you have a great day!

I knew there was a reason I gave myself themes besides making more work; it’s so much easier than approaching smut from a front-facing angle 😅 I hope this works for you !!

Also for newcomers, this is part of my 500 follower celebration I just have so little time to do stuff ;; I briefly opened NSFW, AU, and Sparring prompts, and I’m digging through all of them slowly. NSFW is tagged HFNSFW (so you could only block mine if you so chose), all of them are tagged HF500 (if you’re not at all interested).

I. A Debt

Gnarl hangs upside-down from a nearby tree, their long blonde hair seemingly unaffected by anything so mortal as gravity. Their eyes would be passingly mortal, if they weren’t so large or slitted or… silvery. So deeply silver. It’s one of those colours that you didn’t really know existed on a scale of more to less until you met them.

“My pumpkins didn’t freeze,” you say without preamble, making unwavering eye contact with the fae. They’d started hanging around the farm one day without any explanation or a word to you whatsoever; just their pretty blonde self kneeling in the dirt a respectable distance away from you, never speaking but always watching.

“I liked the wine you left out.” They don’t blink: ever, that is, they don’t ever blink. Their eyes narrow and will occasionally slip shut, but they seem to be under no obligation to do so. “So I kept them safe.”

“A little wine doesn’t cover a field,” you insist, folding your arms over your chest. You’ve thought about it for a gut-wrenching amount of time because you’re accruing a debt you have no control over. 

To confirm your worst fears, they shrug. “I’ll collect.” They’ll collect for the pumpkins and for the garden of potatoes and for the experimental shot at growing some green onions: they’re their own accountant, and they’ll keep tabs on everything.

And you’ll wait.

II. Experimentation

“You don’t try to keep me away,” they offer, keeping in step with you as you haul your produce down to the road for pick-up.

“Of course not.”

“It’d be easy.” You know that. A little iron here, a little vase of daisies and poof, no more Gnarl. No more pranks played on the workers you hire, no more obligation to leave food... you’d be alone.

With a grunt of effort, you set the two heavy crates of gourds down and turn to face them squarely. “I don’t want to keep you away.” Of course it’s useful to have a fae around, as they’re the only reason you still have produce in this flash-freezing harvest season; but besides that, you like them. They’re pretty and their quiet hovering is sort of comforting by now.

Suddenly they’re only an inch from your face, their eyes unblinking as they take you in. You stand unmoving, your breath freezing in your chest: but while your air is frozen, your heart is pounding. This close, they’re radiant: their eyes roil like storm clouds, and little red flowers seem to bloom from the scars on their face. You can’t tell if you’re seeing things that aren’t there or if this close up, you’re only just noticing them.

And then they touch you and you feel yourself tense, but not with nerves or distaste. Your body coils, like every cell is trying to reach for the tips of their fingers that rest lightly on your jaw, creating a strange involuntary gesture where your mouth hangs slightly ajar. Their hand moves— down your throat, the centre of your chest, your squirming belly, and you imagine that they leave little trails as their touch becomes firmer on your abdomen, fingers sliding with almost daring intent.

They pause, and you can’t tell what expression they have because you’re wound completely in their eyes. You can’t see anything else besides the way they watch you, unceasing and hungry. They lean closer, and you feel the brush of their nose against yours, the heat of their mouth so achingly close.

“There you are!” And suddenly you’re alone, except for the man who’s come to pick up your crates and drive them out.

III. Collection

Your room is freezing, but despite that you never wear much to bed to resist overheating in the night. You’ve got a tank too flimsy to work in and your underwear, which is only important because suddenly Gnarl is standing in your room with their eyes glued to you in the mirror. You jump, but immediately feel the pull of your skin towards them.

They’re topless as they approach you, and like you’re on invisible strings you rise to meet them. You’re thrown off rhythm as this time they work quickly, running their thumb along your jaw to make your mouth part and sliding their tongue in with hardly a heartbeat between. Your body hardly notes being pushed back onto the bed as their wet mouth never parts but a breath from yours. Your legs part with at the behest of their thigh and your arc against them when they tear your top in two.

You’re flipped abruptly, feeling their breasts pressed against your back as their fingers only tease your abdomen before slipping below. They nibble playfully at your ear. “For the onions?” they suggest, and distantly you remember your experiment with growing the things in your kitchen window. Their hand starts to move and you wonder, with more thrill this time, what exactly they’ll want in exchange for the field.

#Anonymous #HF500 #HFNSFW #gnarl #manor hill

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changeling-fae replied to your post “sickpaella replied to your post “OK but!! Ebon light, who’s ur elf?”...”

I feel like Lacey is the type to get horny while riding a rollercoaster or skydiving or something. He got a little too excited when MC stood up to the assassin queen is all I’m saying.

I feel like there has to be an element of real danger. rollercoasters wouldn’t do anything, but impromptu twilight-style cliff diving? facing down haron’s grandma the head assassin of a military island? mouthing off to haron’s grandpa the head of said military island? even the barest suggestion that you can accidentally turn a corner and get the death ending is just “fine. I will sit here consumed with lust for the rest of the evening”

#changeling-fae #talkForge #ebon light #has a field day when he finds out how much more dangerous driving is than flying #HFNSFW #just in case?