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#autumn birds as i walk
julykings · 6 months
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everydayesterday · 5 months
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my love language is breezy fall days.
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cinna-bunnie · 17 days
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i can hear the frogs ૮˶• ﻌ •˶ა ♡⁠ there's this fenced off area nearby with tall grass and a pond in the middle they have to themselves. there are so many of them!
u can hear them in the distance from my back patio but i followed the sound one night and found the source 😌 it's good to hear them again.
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sapienthouse · 5 months
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YAY i dont have work tomorrow so i can sleep in ^_^❣️❣️
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jungqkook · 2 months
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⋆。゚☁︎。⋆。 ゚☾ ゚。⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION ┊ SIM JAEYUN
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‘this isn’t what you expected, right?’ ☁️ part of the forbidden attraction series ☁️ featuring hufflepuff!jake
also read sunghoon┊heeseung┊jay
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AU ┊hogwarts au
SUMMARY ┊ rumors at hogwarts run fast, most of them involving the most popular boys. however, your mind seems to be stuck on one particular rumor you’ve once heard in the girls bathroom (and you took it as an universal truth). “jake sim, the hufflepuff boy. you know him right? sweet, angel face? well, he fucks like an animal” you heard a girl saying.
and now more than ever you want to test that theory. just like any potion needs its recipe, like any spell needs its practise, you have to know if jake sim is all you need to feel good.
WARNINGS ┊ fluff, so much fluff. innocent jake that is anything but innocent. slow burn, and mutual pining although not evident at first. SMUT! heavy heavy heavy smut. mention of sunghoon x reader. mention of sunghoon & reader having sex. oral sex ( f ), fingering, praise kink as well as some degradation kink, use of the word ‘bitch’ a few times, dom!jake duh, nipple play, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary (not the vanilla type but y’know), doggy style, choking, spanking, jake = soft tamer, cowgirl, dirty talk.
AUTHOR’S NOTE FINALLY IT’S HERE !!! i lost count of how many times i posted this chapter because the tags didn’t show up AT ALL 👁️👄👁️ thanks to those who tried to help me, and thanks for being patient. love u lots <3
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The autumn morning baths the school garden in a soft, golden glow, casting a warm embrace over every leaf and petal. The trees, adorned in hues ranging from burnished gold to deep burgundy, stand as silent witnesses to the changing season.
Flowers, resilient in the face of impending winter, flaunt their autumnal colors. Stone pathways meander through the garden, inviting students and teachers to explore the beauty within -- and you’re no foreign to its hidden gems.
As you walk past the yard reserved to Quidditch players – busy practising their skill with the broom – you’re met with a small, yet beautiful open-air classroom nestled within the vibrant garden.
Care of Magical Creatures has always been one of your favourite classes at Hogwarts, despite having to endure the Scottish breezy weather throughout the seasons. Winter, however, is coming closer each passing week, and you’re aware of that as your body slightly trembles at the chilly air.
With an arm firmly linked with Sunoo’s, you walk down the path towards your classroom, the air filled with laughters as you and the other students can’t contain the excitement to take care of adorable little animals.
Your Slytherin friend does not share your same interest in nature, opting for continuous protests on why Magical Creatures would freeze in this weather. Although you’re sure he’s mostly talking about himself – Sunoo and cold do not get along in any way – and you simply decide to ignore his cries, focusing on the sound of the rustling leaves that serve as a natural symphony, punctuating the ambient sounds of singing birds, the lasts before the upcoming of winter.
You finally reach your open-air classroom, walking towards you designated desk as your teacher acknowledges your presence when you all gather in front of her.
“Good morning, students!”
Madame Grubbly chirps happily, strings of cheerings coming from students following shortly after her words.
“Today’s class is different from the others,” she starts, gaining some students’ attention “as you’re going to put your knowledge into fruition.”
Her playful tone makes students whisper among themselves, and by the grin on her face, you can tell she’s amused by your reaction. She stops in front of yours and Sunoo’s desk, and before you could process what happens, a magical creature appears with a quick snap of her fingers.
And not any creature, but a Kneazle.
You – as well as the rest of the class – let out a cooing sound at the sight of the orange, cat-looking animal, while Sunoo fights himself from letting out a screeching sound of disgust. Not that he doesn’t like magical creatures, it’s just that… well, he can be difficult with animals. (Or the animals are difficult with him, as he often says.)
“Today you’re going to take care of these sweet little creatures… from up close!” Your professors’ tone is full of excitement, making Sunoo sigh in discomfort at the idea of standing so close to a Magical Creature.
The Kneazle, as the highly intelligent creature that it is, feels Sunoo’s distant energy and narrows its big eyes at him, growling as he stares at your friend.
The grin on your face falls as soon as you notice Sunoo’s frightened gaze; the Kneatle’s pupils dilate, its ears flatten against its head while its body tenses. Its gaze locks onto Sunoo with an intense focus, ready to pounce on his porcelain face.
Just as the Kneazle lunges forward with claws bared, you take your wand out, ready to cast a spell and to protect your friend. But before you could do that, a sudden, loud voice interrupts your actions, making you both you and Sunoo jolt in your place.
“Wait!”
It’s not Madame Grubbly’s voice, although it’s no foreign for you - in fact, it takes you no time to recognise it immediately.
See, Madame Grubbly is known for being a wonderful teacher as well as a reliable animal taker. She also happens to have an acute eye for equally bright witches and wizards -- and it’s not surprising you’re one of her favourite students for that very reason. It surely helps that you’re good with animals almost as much as her.
The love you both share for magical creatures made her have an eye of regard towards you, and had no problems in sharing your abilities in front of the class.
But there’s one student she adores almost as much as her creatures, and although she appreciates you a lot, you know you can never replace their place in her heart.
It should make you envious, or at least annoyed at the fact that you’re not her favourite pupil.
But how can you blame her when your fellow opponent – although it’s improper to describe him like this – happens to be Sim Jaehyun?
If you ask anybody about the Hufflepuff boy – who goes around telling younger students to stop being formal with him and simply refer to him as Jake – they all will tell you the same exact thing: there’s no one at Hogwarts as kind as him.
And you can’t deny that he seems a genuine nice guy, often seeing him spending most of his time taking care of Magical Creatures and helping those who ask for his help.
That’s why it’s not strange that he’s now standing in front of you, saving Sunoo from an upcoming Kneazle attack.
He approaches the cat with slow, calming movements, speaking in soothing tones as he extends a hand towards the Kneazle, palm facing downward in a non-threatening gesture. He waits for the creature to relax, offering soft strokes and murmurs words of comfort until the tension melts away, replaced by a purr of contentment.
“Sssh, it’s alright,” he coos, the Kneazle nuzzling against his big hands as he messages its soft fur.
You hear Sunoo scoffing next to you, but you ignore his words as your eyes are fixed on the Hufflepuff boy.
He barely notices your gaze on him as he comforts the creature, before he turns to your friend. “You alright?” He asks, his voice honeyed as he continues petting the Kneazle.
Sunoo simply nods, before complaining about what just happened. “He was about to attack me for whatever reason.”
A small grin appears on Jake’s face at his words, although Sunoo finds the situation anything but amusing.
“Kneazles are intelligent creatures,” he explains, holding the animal in his arms, “They can sense everyone’s emotions. It’s not easy for them to warm up soon, especially when they’re afraid.”
Sunoo furrows his eyebrows at his explanation, and you notice his confused state right away.
“He means the Kneazle sensed your fear,” you turn to your friend as you speak, “And he felt threatened by your coldness.”
Your words made the Hufflepuff boy divert his eyes from the creature in his arms to you, meeting your eyes as a smile creeps on his face.
“She’s right,” he says, “Kneazles might be scary for someone, but I’m sure you’ll warm up to them.”
Sunoo forces a smile at his words, not matching with your own smile as you lock eyes with Jake. He looks at ease with the creature in his arms, and the scene is enough to make you melt.
It’s no wonder everyone at school adores him -- just his carefulness and gentle nature is enough to make you swoon. Although you wouldn’t admit it out loud.
“Alright!” Your little moment gets interrupted by Madame Grubbly’s screeching voice, urging you to recompose yourself before finally starting your class.
Jake catches the urging tone of your Professor, silently telling him to walk back to his desk. He immediately complies, Kneazle still in his arms, before sending one last apologetic smile to you and Sunoo.
You can’t help your eyes following his lean figure walking away, gently handing Madame Grubbly the magical creature as he finds his previous position at his table.
“Are you ogling behind the Hufflepuff dude?” Sunoo’s tone is teasing as usual, although wicked as he doesn’t even try to keep his voice down. “Or are you smiling like a dumbass for that growling cat?”
You let out a snicker at his words, not before sending him an harsh look when he didn’t even bother to wait for Jake to be far from you.
“Don’t even start.” You warn him, trying to dismiss any attempt of getting teased by your friend.
“I fucking knew it,” he simply responds, chuckling as you barely hide your smirk, “Jake Sim, huh? You might have to do some corrupting…”
You elbow him slightly, hoping that his words are covered by your Professor as she starts her lesson.
“Now is not the moment,” you whisper, but he continues his teasing.
“Why not? You’re always up to talk about new preys.”
You roll your eyes at Sunoo‘s words, although they’re right. You never waste the chance to talk about your little escapades, but it’s been a while since you have hooked up with anyone new. At least since…
“Wait, are you still hooking up with the Ravenclaw prefect?”
Ah, Park Sunghoon. For the past couple of weeks, you’ve actually kept your mind occupied with your latest conquest who you couldn’t deny has made a good job at satisfying you in any way.
However, his diligence is as remarkable as your sexual needs, and that often ended up with Sunghoon leaving you at the most inconvenient times (while his head was between your legs, just to make an example) only to fulfill his prefect’s duties whenever his presence was required.
That’s why you’ve been left dry for the past two weeks, although you can’t deny that you’re in the wrong for thinking he has to run to you as soon as you feel opening your legs for him – not that he would ever say no to that. Well, except when he has to do his rightful job.
“I haven’t seen him in these days,” you simply respond, trying to pay attention to your Professor’s words while Sunoo does a great job at ignoring them.
He lets out an ‘aaah’ sound, a smirk creeping on his face as if he can read your thoughts.
“That’s why you have your eyes set on Jake Sim now?”
You wouldn’t admit it out loud, not even to Sunoo, although he easily reads through you as if you’re an open book. The stoic expression on your face does nothing to conceal the blushing creeping on your cheeks, as well as the harsh way you try to brush him off at the mere sound of his name.
He can’t help the chuckle escaping him as he sees you so easily flustered -- especially for someone as Jake Sim! A kind, gentle soul who’d spent the rest of his life taking care of magical creatures and his plants.
But how can you not be flustered around him when you know his secret?
The Hufflepuff boy has always had a pure image about him and you would find hard to believe he was hiding himself behind an innocent facade. Except that’s what he’s doing, according to the rumours that run at Hogwarts.
You’re not the type of person to care about meaningless voices about other students -- you’ve always been one of the subjects of these rumours, however none of them were real. Well, almost none of them. But your hook ups were adamant not to spread weird voices around, simply because they knew it wasn’t worth it.
Although you try not to dive into other students’ rumours, you can’t help but think about the same words you once heard in the girls’ bathroom involving the Hufflepuff boy, and for once in your life, you didn’t feel guilty for eavesdropping.
Especially since you gained a new, much appreciated information about him.
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Flashback
Soft moans left your lips, head thrown back as you attempt to keep your voice down as the only sound you can hear is the wetness of your folds, mixed with the continuous licks and slurps coming from the man between your legs.
It’s been a couple of days since you and Sunghoon saw each other, that because it became awfully hard for you to meet up except when you’re in class.
That’s why you’re taking every chance, even for a short amount of time, to meet up. Even if that meant hooking up in the school bathrooms.
It certainly didn’t give you the same comfort as the Prefects’ private bathrooms, but you couldn’t really complain as long as Sunghoon used his skilful mouth on you.
“Mmmh Sunghoon!”
You couldn’t help the loud whines escaping your lips, his tongue toying with your clit but he immediately stopped as you nonchalantly kept moaning his name out loud.
“Quiet, sweetheart.”
His tone was demanding, although it didn’t match the growing smirk on his face.
“Or what?” You managed to say between harsh breaths, and he chuckled.
“Or I’ll stop,” he simply responded, “unless you want to be punish–”
Before he could finish the phrase, he gets interrupted by a loud thud, the door opening unexpectedly as laughters broke the silence in the bathroom.
You widened your eyes at the sudden intrusion, letting out a whine as Sunghoon shushed you immediately, trying not to get caught -- hopefully none of them, what you thought were probably two girls, would enter the bathroom you were in.
He covered your mouth with his hand, waiting for the girls to leave the place but they apparently had an excuse to spend their time there.
“What the hell did you do last night?” One of them asked, her voice high as she urged her friend to speak. “C’mon, tell me! What’s up with all this secrecy?”
The other girl laughed at her friend, teasing her before speaking. “You’d be shocked.”
Her words made her grunt, loudly enough to cover your sudden whine as Sunghoon lowered his other hand to your pussy, the coldness of his fingers making you shiver. The Ravenclaw simply chuckled at your reaction, pressing hard against you as you tried your best to remain quiet.
“Whatever, I know you hooked up with someone.” The other girl was growing impatient, and honestly, you were too. You were now curious, almost as much as her, although Sunghoon’s fingers made it hard for you to focus.
“Not just with anyone.”
You could hear the smirk in her tone as her friend pushes her even more. “C’mon, just tell me!”
Her loud tone could probably be heard from outside the bathrooms, making the other girl shush her.
“Fine, fine!” She exclaimed, sighing. “Jake Sim, the Hufflepuff boy. You know him right?”
You knitted your eyebrows at the mention of said name, not focusing on Sunghoon’s touch on you anymore as well as his soft kisses on your neck.
“What?” You heard the other girl saying in a surprised tone.
Her friend sighed in frustration. “Sweet, angel face? He’s so cute with all his plants and weird animals?”
“No I got it… it’s just, what?! Jake Sim?! There’s no way.”
You couldn’t help but match her surprise as she’s left speechless at her friend’s confession. Since when did the Hufflepuff boy had it in him?
“Well, yes actually,” she simply responded, not giving more information as you started to grow more curious about her hook up story, “and he fucks like an animal, too.”
If it wasn’t for the surprised gasp of the other girl echoing in the room, everyone would have heard your loud moan at the sudden intrusion of Sunghoon’s fingers inside your pussy.
Although you couldn’t deny that a wave of pleasure hit you unexpectedly as soon as you heard the girl’s words.
Jake Sim… a sex beast? It sounded weird even if you tried to picture him like that.
However, the more you imagined him like this, as well as hearing the girl’s detailed explanation of the many ways - and positions - he took her, the more you felt close to your peak.
“I thought he was a virgin,” the other girl chuckled, surprised at her friend’s words.
“Fuck no,” she responded, “I’ve never met anyone as good as him. He didn’t stop until I passed out.”
Your legs started shaking, a mixture of her words and Sunghoon’s fast fingers moving in and out of your pussy making your whole body tremble.
You almost hated yourself for imagining Jake having his way with you, making you his as he claims you in any way possible.
The thought alone was enough to make you reach your high, your legs giving up as waves of pleasure pervaded your body, squirting on Sunghoon’s fingers.
“Fuck…” you heard Sunghoon whisper in surprise, your eyes still closed tight even though you could sense his smirk, “you came so hard.”
You simply nodded at his words, humming quietly as you barely noticed the two girls leaving the bathroom in a rush, giggling to themselves.
“Shall we continue?” The Ravenclaw asked, and you almost felt bad at the fact that you came harder because your thoughts were fogged by that girl’s words. And by Jake fucking Sim and his animalistic side.
You didn’t respond to Sunghoon, simply pushing him against the wall as you waste no time in kissing him before pulling his pants down.
Jake Sim could wait. At least now that you have to take care of your favourite Ravenclaw boy.
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Almost two weeks passes since then, and you hate yourself for growing an almost insane addiction to the Hufflepuff boy.
You couldn’t understand, really. How can a guy so sweet-looking as him, his entire appearance reminding you of a kind puppy, be an actual sex God? According to that girl’s words, at least.
Caught up in your thoughts, you suddenly get pulled back to reality by a loud call of your name. You blink fast, your eyes locked on Sunoo as he shakes your arm as if to awaken you.
“I lost you there for a second,” he says, snickering at your confused state, “Are you even listening?”
You don’t respond as you try to understand what’s going on, too lost on your thoughts as your Professor claps her hands unexpectedly.
“Now less talk and more action,” she exclaims happily, before walking down the aisle, “Come, put your gloves on and grab the food.”
You hear Sunoo grunt at the thought of taking care of another Kneazle, but he complies as soon as he sees you collecting your stuff before walking down towards the Kneazles’ shelter.
“It’ll be fun,” you reassure Sunoo with a teasing smile, making him roll his eyes.
“Do me a favour and shut the hell up.”
You shamelessly laugh at his tone, hitting him on the arm as you urge him to move. The two of you walk towards the shelter, already surrounded by your classmates and your Professor.
Your eyes light up as soon as you notice other Kneazles wandering around, the sight making you awe.
"Now, let's go over some basics of Kneazle care. Who can tell me what Kneazles like to eat?" Madame Grubbly asks, immediately making some students raise their hands to respond -- Jake being the first, and the teacher lets him answer right away.
"They enjoy a diet of primarily raw meat, but they also like some fruits and vegetables." Jake's knowledge of magical creatures is endearing, as well as the passion you can hear in his words.
"Correct! Kneazles are carnivores, so a diet rich in raw meat is essential for their health." Madame Grubbly gives him a nod of appreciation, before speaking again. "Now, I'll need a volunteer to help me feed them."
A few eager students eagerly raise their hands, including you. Sunoo remains still next to you, his body rigid as he feels the Professor's eyes on him. But he soon lets out a sigh of relief as he hears your name being called instead, catching you almost off guard.
"Y/N, come dear." You comply immediately, gloves on as you wait for Madame Grubbly to open one of the cages and retrieve a bowl of raw meat.
You walk hesitantly inside the small shelter, one Kneazle immediately noticing you enter as he eyes you with a focused expression.
You're unsure of how to approach it, your body remaining still as the Kneazle walks up to you in a slow, defensive manner.
"Don't worry," you suddenly hear next to you, and you're surprised to see Jake leaning on the fence, guiding you, "Just approach it slowly and offer it the food gently."
He gives you a comforting smile, which you return as a silent way to thank him. You do as he says, walking slowly towards the creatures as he stands still.
You kneel in front of it, curious eyes staring into yours as it tilts its head in an inquisitive manner. You slowly hand it the meat, making it sniffle it before devouring it.
You chuckle at the sight, taking advantage to pet him as he mewls in contempt. You hear your teacher clap happily, complimenting you as you raise from the ground and walk back to your classmates.
You glimpse at Jake, whose smile never left his face as he gives you a thumbs up.
"That's what happens when Kneazles trust you," Madame Grubbly explains, "Once they do, it becomes easy to create the strongest bond."
"Or maybe it was just hungry..." Sunoo whispers, earning a roll of eyes from you as you hit him with your elbow. He snickers at your action, before getting interrupted by your professor throwing a piece of meat in his hands.
"Now it's your turn Sunoo," she smirks, "And this time there'll be no Jake Sim helping you out."
The rest of the lesson passes quickly, laughters and excitement fill the air as students take turns.
The last one, surprising as it sounds, is Jake. And it shouldn't surprise you that as soon as he enters the shelter, he's quickly surrounded by a couple of Kneazles at his feet, mewling happily at the sight of their known friend.
However, he simply acknowledges their presence, cooing at them before focusing on another Kneazle, distant from the rest.
The Kneazle, with its golden fur and large ears, eyes him warily, its lion-like tail twitching with uncertainty. Determined to gain its trust, Jake slowly extends his hand, offering it towards the animal.
"Hey there, little guy," Jake murmured softly, keeping his movements slow and non-threatening, "I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to be your friend."
The Kneazle regards him with suspicion, but it doesn't recoil or hiss as Jake's hand drew closer. He only tenses for a moment but then relaxes slightly, its bright eyes studying his face.
"That's it," Jake whispered encouragingly, “You can trust me."
Emboldened by the small progress, Jake continues to offer his hand, patiently waiting for the Kneazle to make the next move. After a few tense moments, the creature inches forward, sniffing cautiously at his outstretched fingers. A small smile tugs at Jake's lips as he feels the soft brush of the Kneazle's fur against his skin.
"There you go," he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper, “You're doing great."
With each gentle stroke, Jake can feel the Kneazle's apprehension slowly melting away, replaced by a growing sense of trust. Before long, the creature starts nuzzling against his hand, purring contentedly as he scratches behind its ears.
"Looks like we're friends now, huh?" Jake chuckles, and you hate yourself for getting so flustered at the sight in front of you.
As he calmly pets the Kneazle, lost in the moment, he doesn't even notice your eyes digging holes in him.
You watch Jake's gentle interaction with the Kneazle, your expression softening as you observe the ease with which he handled the magical creature. There's something about the way he moves, so calm and confident, that intrigues you.
"Alright, that's all the time we have for today," Madame Grubbly announces suddenly, interrupting the sweet moment, "Before you go, please remember to review the care instructions for the Kneazles in your textbooks. And if you're interested in learning more about magical creatures, don't hesitate to stop by during my office hours."
Students let out a discontempt sound at her words, but they grab their things quickly, heading for their next lesson.
You, on the other hand, decide to buy yourself some time, quickly saying bye to Sunoo as he winks at you, murmuring words of encouragement as he understands your motives quickly.
It's only you remaining now.
And Jake Sim, still on the other side of the fence as his attention is solemnly on the magical creatures.
You take courage and enter inside the shelter, immediately greeted by the Kneazle you previously fed as it nuzzles against you. You don't know how to react as it blocks you from walking, but a voice interrupts you before you could do anything.
"His name is Snuggle," you hear the Hufflepuff boy say, not turning his head to you as he contines to comb the other Kneazle's fur, "I named it like that 'cause he likes to snuggle. I guess you can tell, hah."
He lets out a chuckle, soon followed by yours as you kneel in front of Snuggle, petting him slowly although still hesitant.
"He likes you." His tone is confident, making you snap your head at him as you lock eyes, a smile creeping on him. "He took some time to warm up to me, but with you it was easy."
He walks closer to you, offering a hand to Snuggle as he hisses in a warning manner, making you both laugh.
"It was quite the lesson, huh?" Jake asks, trying to come up with a topic.
You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Definitely. And I have to be honest, I've never seen someone connect with a magical creature like that before. It was... impressive."
Jake shrugs modestly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color. "Thanks. I just love animals, you know? They have a way of understanding you."
You nod, a thoughtful look crossing your features. "Yeah, I know what you mean. There's something special about the bond between humans and animals."
You stand in companionable silence for a moment, the only sound the soft purring of Snuggle as he nuzzles against you.
"Uh, Jake?" Finally, you break the silence, making him hum at the call of his name. "I just wanted to say thank you for helping my friend earlier with the Kneazle. He tends to overreact sometimes, and it didn't help that I took my wand out."
He chuckles at your words, shaking his head with a warm smile on his face. "I understand, no worries. Creatures can be overwhelming for someone, although I'm curious about you, though. Did you intend to cast a Glacius spell to stop him?"
This time it's you who laughs out loud, strings of no's leaving your lips. "I got scared too, alright?"
He can't help but chuckle even more, taking an opportunity to tease you more. "You're not a Kneazle type of girl?"
You shake your head in response. "Not really, no. Maybe... a Mooncalf kind of girl?"
Your laughter dies as you notice his smirk fading, trasforming into a warm smile instead. "Mooncalfs?" he asks, surprised.
"Yeah. I don't know, it's just they seem so enchanting to me. With their big eyes and the costant dumb expression on their precious faces."
Jake can't help the laugh escaping him at your reasoning, but you ignore him. "They're like outcasts, you know? They want to blend in with everybody, but they somehow shine differently from the others."
"Mhm," Jake hums, his eyes lightening up at your words, "That’s what makes them special, I believe. They're rare creatures, although often misunderstood."
"I agree," you say, your tone honest, "I wish I could see them dance and play in the moonlight. I know it's a rare sight, but I've always dreamed to see them in real life."
Jake doesn't respond, although you notice his expression melting at your words; he looks lost in thoughts as his grip on the Kneazles loosens, before he speaks up again.
"Would you like to see them?"
Your eyes widen with surprise and delight at Jake's suggestion, your breath catching in your throat as you almost can't believe his words.
"You know," Jake begins, his voice filled with newfound excitement, "There’s a field not too far from Hogwarts where Mooncalfs are known to gather during the full moon."
"You mean... you know where we can watch the Mooncalfs dance?" you ask in surprise, Jake nodding in response.
"I might have gone there in secret, although I've always been alone. But there's a full moon in a few days and I already intended to go. I'm sure you'd love it, if you want to come with me."
For a moment, you're left speechless, you heart racing with excitement at the prospect of witnessing the Mooncalfs in their natural habitat. You look at Jake, your eyes shining with gratitude and wonder.
"I... I don't know what to say," you stammer, overcome with emotion, “That sounds absolutely incredible, Jake. I'd love to go see the Mooncalfs with you."
Jake's smile widens at your enthusiastic response, his own excitement matching yours. "Great! I'll make sure we have everything we need for the trip."
As you make plans to venture out to the Mooncalf field together, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building inside you.
Your smile never leaves you face, not even after you two said your goodbyes, parting ways as you head towards your next class. But of course, your mind is occupied with two things only -- and it'll be like this until the upcoming day.
It's not everyday that you get to spend a night out with dancing Mooncalfs. And Jake Sim, of course.
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As the night of your Mooncalf adventure draws near, you find yourself buzzing with excitement; you told Sunoo about your little escapade (or more like a date, according to your friend) with the Hufflepuff boy, and of course he was more than happy for you.
He starts to dislike your attitude now that you haven't had a dick to keep warm – again, these are his words – for quite some time now. So it's not strange that he's rooting for you and Jake.
In your room, you stand before the mirror, contemplating what to wear for the occasion. After much deliberation, you settle on comfortable yet practical attire: a pair of sturdy boots for traversing the uneven terrain as well as layered clothing to keep you warm.
And a yellow lingerie under your clothing.
Just in case.
With a satisfied nod, you cast a final glance around your room, ensuring you haven't forgotten anything important. Satisfied that you're fully prepared for the adventure ahead, you make your way to the designated meeting spot where Jake awaits.
You find him outside the Greenhouse, head up in the sky as he mindlessly looks at the stars. However, he immediately notices your presence as you walk up to him with a growing smile.
"Here you are," he says, and you barely notice that you didn't meet up at the designated time, arriving a few minutes later than intended, "I almost thought you wouldn't come."
"I'd never waste the opportunity to see the Mooncalfs up close," you reassure him.
"Of course," he simply responds, grinning, "Are you ready to go? It's quite a walk."
You nod in excitement, and in no time you and Jake set off into the night, the anticipation of what awaits you driving away any lingering nerves.
As you and Jake walk through the dimly lit bridge, the excitement in the air is palpable. The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the Black Lake as you make your way towards the Mooncalf field.
"So, you've already seen the Mooncalf dancing? It must be incredible," you ask, breaking the silence.
Jake nods in agreement, his eyes shining with excitement. "It really is something special. I've been a few times before, and each time, it's like seeing magic come to life right before your eyes. Which is odd considering magic is what I do everyday. But you get what I mean."
As you walk, you find yourselves sharing stories and anecdotes about your favorite magical creatures, each one adding to the sense of anticipation building within you.
“Have you always liked animals?” you ask, and his face lights up with enthusiasm at your question, a genuine smile spreading across his features as he nods eagerly.
“Oh, definitely,” he replies, his voice filled with excitement, “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by magical creatures. There’s just something so incredible about them, you know? The way they move, the way they interact with their environment… it’s like they have their own little world within our world.”
You nod in agreement, captivated by the passion in Jake’s voice. “That’s why you spend most of your time with them?”
You don’t mean to intrude with your inquiry, however you’re curious to get to know him better.
Jake’s smile softens at your question, a thoughtful expression crossing his features as he considers his response. “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replies, his voice tinged with kindness, “Being around magical creatures just… it feels right, you know? Like I belong with them.”
You listen intently as Jake opens up, sharing his innermost thoughts and feelings with you. There’s a vulnerability in his words that touches something deep within you.
“See, I’m no one special. I’m not a talented Quidditch player, nor a diligent Prefect. Studying is not really my forte so… taking care of things is what I’m best at. Although that’s pretty much all I can do.”
You’re taken aback by his candid admission, struck by the honesty and humility in his words. There’s a raw authenticity to Jake’s confession that resonates with you, and you realise how human he actually is.
“Jake, don’t sell yourself short,” you reply softly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his arm, “Taking care of things may be your strength, but it’s not the only thing that defines you. You have so much more to offer than you realize.”
Jake looks at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of insincerity, but finding only genuine warmth and understanding.
His eyes fix on you, his gaze making you fluster as you can tell your words hit him directly on an open wound. But his smile returns, a light adorning his pretty eyes once again.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he simply responds, and only now you notice how close you’re walking to each other.
There's a comfort in Jake's presence, a feeling of calmness that makes you feel as though you've known him since forever.
You and Jake were never close, although being in the same year and sharing both Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures classes. You barely talk to each other, except the times you exchange words and greeting out of courtesy. Although you might have caught him looking at you every now and then.
Beside that, he always seemed unaware of people around him, girls in class pining after him at his minimal act of kindness. He always kept by himself, sometimes spending time with the Gryffindor captain Lee Heeseung, although he prefers keeping his popularity on the low.
Because he might be shy, but he can't hide how attractive he is. And for most people in school, looks matter more than anything.
Except this time, Jake truly seems a nice guy.
Which only adds fuel to your growing lust, knowing what lies behind his facade.
Maybe the girl in the bathroom exagerrated with her narrative, but you needed to know. If Jake Sim really had an animalistic side he kept hidden from everyone else.
Before you know it, you've reached the outskirts of the Mooncalf field, the soft glow of the moon illuminating the landscape before you. The air is filled with the sound of rustling leaves and the distant calls of nocturnal creatures, adding to the sense of magic and wonder surrounding you.
You settle down on the grass, not before Jake lays down a cloth to prevent you from getting dirty. He really came prepared as he said, backpack on his shoulder to make the experience even more comfortable.
He sits next to you, giving you some space. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the weight of the impending moment hanging heavy in the air. You steal a glance at Jake, noticing the anticipation in his eyes, and you can't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest.
The silence stretches on, the tension building with each passing second, until finally, Jake breaks the stillness with a soft exhale.
"It won't be long now," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "The Mooncalfs should be emerging soon."
You nod in response, your heart racing with anticipation.
"Is it your first time here with another person?"
You suddenly break the silence, and only at his confused expression you realise how wrongly you worded your question.
"Uh, sorry," you stammer, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up your cheeks, “That came out wrong. What I meant to say is, is this your first time witnessing the Mooncalfs' dance with someone else?"
You inwardly cringe at your attempt to clarify, hoping that Jake doesn't find your fumbling words too off-putting. But to your relief, he simply chuckles softly, his expression relaxing into a warm smile.
"Don't worry about it," he reassures you, his voice gentle. "And to answer your question, yes, this is my first time sharing this experience with someone else."
You breathe a sigh of relief at his understanding, grateful that he doesn't seem put off by your awkwardness. Although you don't miss the smirk spreading on his face, even if subtle as his gaze settles on you... differently from before.
Emboldened by his response, you continue, eager to keep the conversation going.
"So you don't bring girls out to see a Mooncalf dance often?"
Jake's expression shifts slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he processes your question. You can't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness at your bold question, wondering if you've overstepped.
But before you can backtrack or offer an apology for your forwardness, Jake surprises you with a hearty laugh, his smile genuine and unguarded.
"Well, I suppose you could say that," he replies, his tone light, "It's not exactly a common outing for most people."
You find yourself relaxing in response to Jake's easygoing demeanor, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"You mean someone would say no to this?" you ask, almost in disbelief at his words.
Jake chuckles softly, his gaze falling on the ground. "Believe it or not, not everyone sees the beauty in moments like this," he replies, a hint of wistfulness in his voice, "But I'm glad you do."
You're struck by the sincerity in Jake's words, a pang of empathy tugging at your heart.
"See, magical creatures can be unpredictable," he says, his eyes meeting yours once again, "But that's what makes them unique."
"What do you mean?" you ask curiously, and Jake's gaze suddenly changes at your question.
There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a hint of a secret he’s hesitant to reveal. You catch it, a fleeting glimpse of a deeper layer to his persona, and it only serves to heighten your curiosity.
“Well,” he begins, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, “Magical creatures have their own way of doing things. They follow their instincts, their own rhythms. And sometimes, that can lead to unexpected outcomes.”
You nod, the weight of his words hanging between you like a tantalising confession. There’s a magnetic pull drawing you closer to him, and you don’t even realise the way your body moves closer to his.
“What kind of outcomes?” you ask in a whisper, your voice barely audible over the soft rustle of the night breeze. Your eyes remain locked on his, drawn to the flicker of light dancing within them, even in the darkness.
“Sometimes, when you least expect it, magical creatures can reveal something about yourself that you never knew was there. They have a way of bringing out parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.”
His words hang in the air between you, heavy with meaning and possibility. In that moment, you feel a shiver run down your spine, a tingling sensation spreading through you.
At this point, you’re not sure he’s talking about animals anymore. Or at least, the “parts of you they can bring out” do not refer to his kind nature.
You can’t help but think of those words… the girl’s words that echo in your mind since that day you’ve heard them from the first time.
You don’t respond, feeling exposed under his gaze, and only now you notice how he stares at you, eyes studying your features. There’s a hidden urgency behind his gaze, however you know he’d never do anything.
Not when he’s not completely sure about your intentions. Not if you don’t want him as much as he wants you.
Before you could say anything, he interrupts you, shushing you quietly.
"Wait," he whispers, loud enough for you to hear, and you do as he says, "you heard that?”
You freeze, your heart pounding with excitement as you peer out into the darkness of the field. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air, every rustle of the leaves and hoot of an owl adding to the sense of anticipation.
"Don't make a sound, alright?"
You glance over at Jake, who raises from the ground. He gently grabs your hand, which you take happily as he helps you getting up.
You walk slowly, stopping behind a bush. Beside you, Jake’s eyes fix on the horizon. Despite the darkness, you can see the excitement shining in his gaze, a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you.
He puts an hesitant hand on your lower back, gently pushing you next to him as silently as possible. You move closer to him, and his proximity sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you struggle to contain.
As you wait, you steal a glance at Jake, catching the way the moonlight dances across his features, casting shadows and highlights that only serve to enhance his rugged charm.
His eyes fall on you, staring into yours as he gulps slightly at the proximity; he looks ethereal under the moon light, and you almost forgot about the Mooncalfs as time seems to stop in this very moment, eyes melting with his.
The silence stretches on, the anticipation building with each passing moment. And then, just when you think you can't stand it any longer, you see it -- a soft glow emanating from the far end of the field, followed by the graceful emergence of the Mooncalfs from their burrows.
"They're here," Jake whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of your pounding heart.
You nod in response, your gaze fixed on the mesmerizing sight unfolding before you. The Mooncalfs move with an otherworldly grace, their movements fluid and hypnotic as they dance beneath the glow of the full moon.
Beside you, Jake's presence grounds you in the midst of the enchanting spectacle unfolding before you. You steal a glance at him, taking in the awe and wonder reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, it feels as if the world has faded away, leaving just the two of you and the Mooncalfs dancing under the moonlight.
As the Mooncalfs' dance reaches its crescendo, a sense of happiness courses through you, your heart pounding in your chest with the intensity of the moment. You feel Jake's hand brush against yours, a gentle gesture that sends a thrill racing through you, and you can't help but turn to him, your eyes meeting his in silent understanding.
It's only a mere moment, before Jake tightens his grip on you, silently gesturing you to look at the sight in front of you -- and not at him. Although his beauty matches that of the dancing creatures.
As the Mooncalfs' dance comes to an end and they retreat into the darkness once more, you find yourself speechless.
Jake watches the Mooncalfs' retreat with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting the same sense of reverence that you feel. In the quiet stillness of the night, the air is heavy with the weight of the moment, as if the magic of the Mooncalfs' dance lingers in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.
For a long moment, neither of you speaks, content to simply bask in the afterglow of the experience. And then, finally, Jake turns to you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"That was... incredible," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod in agreement, unable to tear your gaze away from the spot where the Mooncalfs had danced just moments before. "It was beyond anything I could have imagined," you reply, your voice filled with wonder.
As the silence stretches on, the tension between you and Jake becomes almost unbearable, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together. In that moment, there’s no denying the raw desire that courses through your veins, and you feel the urge to close the distance between you and give in to passion.
You want him so bad, and he can see that right through your eyes. He’s sure now, the look on your eyes making it hard for him to contain himself.
“Y/N…” he whispers, so close to your lips -- you didn’t even notice your proximity but his warmth is enough to make you feel dazed.
In a bold move, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You close the gap between you and Jake, your heart pounding with anticipation as you reach up to cup his face gently in your hands. His breath catches in his throat, surprise flickering across his features as he meets your gaze.
Without a word, you lean in, pressing your lips to his in a tender kiss. At first, there’s a moment of hesitation, a silent question lingering in the air. But then, as you deepen the kiss, pouring all of your longing and desire into the tender embrace, Jake responds in kind.
His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer as he returns the kiss with a passion that leaves you breathless. In that electrifying moment, there’s no doubt in your mind that he feels the same way, that he wants you just as badly as you want him.
As the kiss deepens, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you lost in the heat of the moment.
You don’t miss the way he lets out a small moan as he feels your tongue playing with his lower lip, and he wastes no time in giving you access.
He savours you entirely, hands on your hips as he pushes you against his body. There’s urgency in his actions, almost as if he’s restraining himself.
And if that’s the case, how can you survive his true nature if he already left you breathless at the mere touch of his lips?
But as you grapple with your conflicting emotions, Jake pulls away from the kiss, his eyes focused on yours as your breath comes out in shallow gasps.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. “More than okay,” you reply, your voice filled with warmth. “That was… amazing.”
Jake’s smile widens at your words, confidence washing over his features. “I’m glad,” he says, his voice tinged with sincerity.
You remain silent, both of you catching your breaths as your body are still pressed against each other.
You want him to take you right here. On the grass, under the moon light as he ravishes you entirely.
And he reads that right through your gaze, so full of desire and lust as you stare at him through half-open eyes.
“We should head back,” he whispers, and your shoulders fall at his words although he’s quick to reassure you, “Here it could be dangerous after a while.”
You nod reluctantly, understanding the need to return to safety despite the intimacy of the moment. “Yeah, you’re right,” you reply softly.
Jake squeezes your hand reassuringly, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through you.
And throughout your walk back to the Castle, he never leaves the hold of your hand, tugging it every now and then as you exchange playful looks.
Silence fills the air, only adorned by sounds of night animals as they add a more enticing aura. But all you can hear is the loud thumping of your heart, that moves faster each time you meet Jake’s gaze.
So full of intimacy, and yet they hide a lust you’ve never seen in him before.
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“So…” Jake’s voice is the only thing you can hear in the hallway, echoing in the empty walls.
You don’t know what to say as you both stand in front of your Common Room -- Jake, being the gentlemen that he is, insisted that he had to accompany you back to your dorm.
You meet his gaze, the intensity of it sending a shiver down your spine. In that moment, you can’t help but wish for time to freeze, for the night to stretch on indefinitely so you can spend more time together.
With a boldness you didn’t know you possessed, you take a step closer to Jake, closing the distance between you with a sense of determination. “You know,” you say softly, your voice barely above a whisper, “I don’t want this night to end just yet.”
Jake’s eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of surprise crossing his features before a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Me neither,” he replies, his voice husky with desire.
In that moment, the tension between you reaches a fever pitch, the air crackling with anticipation.
“You don’t have to go yet…” you say, voice tempting as your eyes stare into his, noticing a hint of desperation in them.
Jake’s breath catches in his throat at your words, his own desire mirrored in the intensity of his gaze. He takes a step closer to you, the heat of his body radiating against yours, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you.
“What are you suggesting?” he whispers, so close to your lips and you feel the urge to kiss them desperately.
You brush your lips against his, almost ready to give in as your nose touch in a intimate way -- but you both know what lays behind your soft touches.
“I thought you might show me,” you reply, your voice barely a whisper, but the implication is clear. You want more than just a kiss, more than just a fleeting moment of passion. You want to explore every inch of Jake’s body, to lose yourself in the heat of the moment and surrender to the primal urges that course through your veins.
And as Jake’s eyes darken with desire, a silent understanding passes between you. There’s no need for words – the hunger in his gaze speaks volumes.
And you can’t wait for him to show you everything he has to give.
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You don’t waste any time.
Leading him into your room, you lock the door behind you, the sound echoing in the silence. What you can hear though, is Jake’s laboured breath against your neck as he leaves you kisses on your soft skin, his hands gently grabbing the flash of your hips.
You turn to face Jake, your eyes locking in a heated gaze.
With trembling hands, you reach out to him, pulling him close until your bodies are pressed together, the heat of his skin searing against yours. His lips meet yours in a fierce kiss, igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume you whole.
“Fuck,” he murmurs against your lips, grunting quietly as his grip on you tightens, tongue fiercely crashing against yours.
You whine at his roughness, feeling your body getting hotter as you both take off your coats and shoes, immediately finding each other again as he pushes you towards the bed.
“Lay down on the bed.” His voice is as authoritative as you’ve always wanted to hear, making you bite your lips in a tempting manner. When he notices you almost throwing yourself at him again, he stops your movements.
“C’mon kitten.” His tone is condescending, and you feel your pussy throb at the pet name. “Do as I say.”
A part of you wants to tease him, but this time you don’t see any reason to, immediately sitting down on the bed.
You look up to him with hooded eyes, silently begging him to have his way with you however he wants. You’ve never felt so vulnerable before, ready to put yourself at service for someone. But it doesn’t matter as long as that someone is Jake Sim.
A smirk appears on his face as he looks at your begging expression, one of his hands gently pressing around your neck as his face comes closer to yours.
He doesn’t waste any time, immediately kissing you hard as his tongue plays with yours, almost violently.
You respond in kind, matching his intensity with your own, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. The heat between you builds with each passing moment, the air thick with the heady scent of desire.
“Strip for me, pet.”
His tone is barely a whisper against your lips, but the raspiness of his tone makes you tremble as you do as he says.
He breaks the kiss, watching as you temptingly take your clothes off, eyes staring into his as his expression slowly changes into one of an animal in heat. Your shirt comes off first, showing him your yellow bra, the lace material hugging your chest in the most alluring of ways.
“Show me your panties too,” he says urgently, his breath becoming more laboured as he feels himself going crazy at the sight of your pretty body.
You take your pants off, unbuttoning them slowly as you bite your lips. You look like a little pet ready to be tamed, Jake thinks.
He notices your panties and grunts when he sees you purposely matched the colour of your lingerie.
“Now get in the middle of the bed,” he demands, his tone harsh, “On your knees, pet.”
You do as he says, positioning in the middle of the bed as you place your hands on your thighs. He follows shortly, biting his lower lip at the sinful sight in front of him, so obedient and ready for what he’s about to give you.
He takes his shirt off, and you awe at the sight of his chiseled chest -- you never expected him to be this fit, but you’re pleasantly surprised by how beautiful he is, even underneath his clothes.
“Look at you, so obedient.”
He praises you as he positions himself in front of you, one of his hands finding your face. His thumb softly traces the skin of your cheek, hand moving down to your neck without tightening the grip; he just keeps it there, gently pushing your face up as he studies your features.
You look absolutely beautiful under the dim lights of your room, your eyes shining so bright as a silent way to show him how much you need him.
And who is he to deny you - and himself - this pleasure?
His hand moves lower, grazing your collarbones as he plays with one strap of your bra.
“Yellow looks good on you,” he says, playing with the strap. You feel yourself blushing at his words, but before you could do anything, a whine escapes you.
His hand, in fact, moves lower, fingertips tracing your hardening nipple as he starts toying with one of your breasts.
Pleasure pervades your body at his touch, although the heavy material of your bra makes it harder for him to play with your bundle.
But he wastes no time, lowering the lacy cup as immediately finds your hard nipple, pinching it hard.
“Jake!” you can’t help but moan out loud, but he ignores you as he grabs the flesh of your boob, making him grunt at its softness.
“You’re so sensitive for me…” He’s amused by how easily flustered you get at the mere touch of his hand, motivating him to tug the clasp of your bra as he takes it off completely.
You’re left with your chest naked, not having chance to process the cold air hitting you as his mouth suddenly engulfs your nipples.
A moan erupts from your own lips, back arching at the sudden pleasure as he savours your chest completely. The sight is enough to make you squirm, but when you feel his teeth biting on one of your nipples, you almost retrieve from him.
Jake, however, grabs you by your butt, hands tightening around you as he pushes you back against him. You don’t expect him suddenly leaving a smack on one of your ass cheeks, making you mewl loudly.
“Stay still,” he says, his tone more demanding, “C��mon, be a good kitten.”
The action only makes you grow impatient, and you’re sure that you’re panties are soaked by now. By how can you not be wet when he treats you like this? So considerate, yet so roughly.
He continues giving attention to your nipples, focusing on each one for a few seconds while going back and forth. The pleasure he’s giving you is intense, so intense that you barely notice the way his lower body moves against yours in a desperate manner.
You manage to look down, eyes on the wet patch you’re leaving on his black jeans as he basically grinds against your center, the rough fabric making you hiss.
“Stop squirming, kitten.”
He lets out one of your nipples to warn you, hands grabbing the flash of your ass as he continues his movements. You whine in responds, wanting more than just feeling his clothed erection against you.
He seems to notice your desperation, his body moving away from yours as one of his hands moves back to your front, lowering towards your wetness.
This time, his name comes out as a loud moan. Especially now that his hand found your panties, slowly but steadily rubbing your clit. The action makes your body jolt in surprise, making him chuckle devilishly as his fingertips move faster.
“Pretty girl,” he murmurs against your neck, hand still working inside your panties, “So wet for me.”
You feel your face heat up at his words, sounds of your wetness filling the room as he teases your entrance with his index finger. But instead of entering you, he retrieves his hand, making you shot your eyes open. You didn’t even notice you had them closed.
“Lay down for me, pet. Legs spread.”
You nod weakly, although you’re quick to lay down, legs open as he moves on top of you. He looks at you with so much lust, so much desire that you feel that the person in front of you is not the same Jake you know -- but rather a version you desperately want to explore more.
His hands trace along your legs, their coldness making you shiver as he takes his time teasing you. You look at him attentively, noticing the way he purposely ignores where you need him the most.
“You want me to take care of you?”
His tone is almost mocking, but you can’t help but nod vigorously at his question. He chuckles again, grabbing the hem of your panties before stopping.
“Say please.”
In other occasions, you would have rolled your eyes. Men are usually so easy to give in to you, but Jake Sim has made a good job at showing you he’s not like them.
And so, you beg. To the point that you almost feel miserable.
“Please Jake, please!” you say, wiggling your legs as your tone matches the desperation in your gaze.
And if it wasn’t for your eyes - so lustful and craving - telling him that you need him in any way possible, he wouldn’t give in yet.
But instead, he does, grabbing your panties and taking them off roughly as you let out a surprised sound.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he awes at the sight, your center so wet and welcoming as his cock twitches inside his pants in anticipation.
“I’m so wet.” Your tone is almost high-pitched, but Jake knows it’s intended to tease him further, making him lose his control entirely.
“Yeah? What should we do about it?” he asks, already inserting his head between your legs, admiring your state.
You shrug your shoulders at his question, making him grin before his eyes meet your cunt once again. It’s so inviting -- everything about you begs him to claim you.
“Tell me to eat you out, pet.”
His words make your eyes widen, but you’re sure he won’t do anything until you say so. That’s the moment where Jake gives you the chance to accept, or to retreat yourself.
And of course, you give in.
“Please, Jake,” you start, “Please, eat my pussy out. I need it so bad!”
His response is quite peculiar as he simply chuckles at your words, biting his lower lip with a smirk still plastered on his face.
“That’s a good girl.”
And just like that, he dives in.
You already know he’s not someone that wastes time, but you’re taken aback as he immediately starts eating you out, movements fast and erratic as gasps leave your lips.
“Jake, Jake!” you moan his name out loud, his tongue lapping you hungrily as he doesn’t give you time to process his movements.
Sounds of slurps fill the room, alongside your loud moans and yells as he eats you out - literally. He’s almost ferocious in his actions, also moaning against you as he focuses back and forth between your aching hole and throbbing clit.
“Pussy tastes fucking amazing,” he moans, his tongue easily sliding into your hole as you gush around the muscle, moving so skilfully inside you.
He takes it as a sign to insert two digits inside you, immediately fastening his movements as he curls them against you. The motion makes you throw your head back, unable to keep your eyes on him as pleasure fills your body completely.
“Yeah, you like that?” You nod at his question as his tongue toys with your swollen clit while his fingers move steadily inside you. “Feels good, huh?”
You feel unable to respond as he attacks your pussy, your legs about to give up as you can’t keep them open anymore, pleasure too overwhelming.
“You want to come for me, pet? Then keep taking my fingers like a good girl, c’mon.”
His words make it harder for you to function, and it doesn’t help that’s he’s so incredibly good with his mouth and fingers, making you close to the edge.
“Be a good pet for me,” he says, this time slowing his movements, “And cum when I say so.”
He goes back to his fast movements, making you almost scream as you shake at the change of speed.
“Five.”
You look down at him as he starts counting, wide eyes staring into his dark ones.
“Four.”
The scene in front of you makes it hard for you to keep yourself from orgasming, but you don’t want to risk it.
“Three– look at you shaking.”
His chuckles have no right to make you aroused, but somehow they only add fuel to your lust as you’re so close to snap.
“Two.”
Your legs threatens you to give out at this point.
“One.”
Just a little bit more, you think.
“Cum for me, kitten– yeah fffuck…”
You don’t give him time to finish as a loud scream of his name erupts from you, body shaking as you finally cum on his mouth and fingers.
Ecstasy completely washes you as you squirt on his fingers, which he doesn’t retrieve from you as he continues fucking your pussy open through your orgasm.
“Jake, fuck!” you scream when he doesn’t stop, overstimulating you while his other hand rubs your clit fast.
“I’m not going to stop, pet,” he warns, continuing his movements, “Keep taking it.”
You feel too much pleasure, barely managing to stop your body from wiggling to much. Your legs, however, don’t stop shaking as you feel the urge to close them.
“Legs spread, c’mon kitten.” He gives a slap to your thigh when you threaten to close your legs around his head, although a part of him wants you to suffocate him with your thighs.
But he doesn’t need anything else now, except eating your pussy until he grows tired of it -- although he’s sure he could never be tired of your sweet taste.
Only after a while, he slowers his movements, stopping them entirely as he raises from between your legs.
You barely manage to open your eyes, the sight in front of you making you ready for what else he has in store for you.
“Such a good pet you are,” he praises, palming himself through his pants as you stare into his huge bulge, still restrained in the tight material, “Taking it so well.”
“You’re going to be my little pet from now on,” he says, tone lower as he starts unzipping his pants, “I’ll train you so good.”
He finally, finally lowers his jeans alongside his dark boxers, showing what hid inside them as his huge cock springs free against his abdomen.
It looks painful, with its red tip and veins popping on the sides but you can’t help but imagine how amazing he must feel inside you. And how good he’ll stretch you out with its big girth.
“You ready for this cock, kitten?” He notices your eyes fixed on his dick, at this point as big as his ego -- now growing even more as you stare at him in awe; he truly looks like a Greek statue, figure lean and muscular at the same time.
He grabs you by your ass, sliding your lower on the bed as he puts your dick right on your pussy, your wetness making it easier for him to slide it between your folds.
You whine as his heavy tip touches your clit, and he murmurs a quiet ‘fuck’ as he looks down where your bodies meet. The scene is so hot, and you wonder much you can take it.
Not much, as you start moving your hips, silently telling him to fuck you against the mattress as soon as possible.
“Yeah, you want me inside?”
You nod vigorously, your impatience making him smirk.
“Then do it yourself, pet. Put it in.”
You do as he says, raising on your elbows as you grab his heavy cock in your hand, slowly jerking it off as he throws his head back. However, his eyes turn back on you, silently urging you to do as he demanded.
And so, you insert the tip right at your entrance, already feeling a stinging sensation as its girth stretches your hole. You slowly sink down, only putting the tip in as a loud moan erupts from your lips, eyes watering.
Jake, on the other hand, can’t hold it anymore. Not when your pussy feels so incredible around the tip of his cock, not when he imagined this same exact moment for months now.
He doesn’t know how long you’ve been the main character of his twisted fantasies, but each time, you manage to make him cum harder than the previous time.
Being in class with you is a total nightmare for him. You, being the caring, smart student that loves animals almost as much as him. You, whose reputation can never get dirty as everyone just simply adores you and admires you from far. Just like Jake Sim has always done.
How long he has dreamed of this, pounding you against the mattress as he’s doing now. He doesn’t give you time to react, inserting his entire cock inside you in a swift motion.
He moves so fast inside you, bed crushing against the wall as your moans fill his ears so beautifully, your hands grabbing every inch of his body in a desperate manner.
“Jake, oh my fucking god!”
You feels yourself getting exhilarating at the waves of pleasure pervading your body, his dick impaling you while you try to grab him wherever you can.
“Fuck yeah, what a tight little cunt.”
He’s so vocal, grunting loudly as he stares at your eyes, now adorned with small drops of tears as they stain your cheeks. It all feels so good, too good for your body to take it. You’ve never felt this much pleasure before, this much force and passion in one human being.
You loudly gasp, thighs shaking violently as he hits your sweet spot directly -- and this time you can’t help but instantly close your eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of your impeding orgasm.
“Look down.” Jake notices your eyes shut tight, grabbing your throat to make you look down once again. “Fuck, shit– look how good you take it.”
He tightens the grip on your neck as you don’t do as he says, simply moaning out loud as your brain almost stops functioning.
“I said look down, bitch.”
The sudden nickname makes your eyes roll, pussy tightening around his fat dick. You hate yourself for getting turned on at his degradation, but you’ve always wondered what if felt like being called names during sex.
You manage to open your eyes, noticing the way his hips slow down to give you some time to recover. His eyes search into yours for a sign of hesitation, but when you give him a small smile of reassurance, he plants a soft kiss on your lips.
He continues his slow motions, and finally, you look down between your legs, moaning loudly as his cock splits you open.
“You’ve never looked better than this,” Jake whispers in your ear, before biting the lobe gently, “With your legs spread open, taking me so good.”
His words, alongside with the sight of his cock fucking you, makes you feel closer to the edge, your whines getting louder.
He takes his hand off your neck, although his grip has been loose, and starts planting soft kisses on its soft skin in a comforting manner -- so different from the way his hips snap harshly against you.
“My good little kitten,” he whispers on your neck, making you tighten around him as you feel close to the edge, “Wanna cum for me again?”
You let out a whine in response, soon followed by a loud gasp as he stops completely, not wasting time as he grabs you by the hips and roll on your stomach.
He hums at the sight of your ass, pressing his dick between your cheeks as he spanks them simultaneously.
You jolt at the action, but he shushes you as he plants small kisses on your back, while his hands harshly grab your boobs.
He stays like this for some minutes, before he feels your ass wiggling against his dick. You’re no patient, not when you feel so empty without him inside you.
Jake catches it quickly, chuckling to himself as he positions himself behind you, not before making you arch your back for him, ass in the air.
“So fucking hot,” he says, slapping your ass again before inserting his cock again.
This position makes you see stars immediately, his tip constantly hitting your g spot directly while you scream in ecstasy.
You’re so loud he has to push your head down the pillow, the action making you wetter. “Tsssk, you like when I push your face on the pillow? Of course you do, my little bitch.”
He tastes the waters with the nickname, but when he hears you moan and tighten your pussy around him, he feels more confident in using it.
You feel close again, urgency filling you as you gain enough strength to push your ass back against him, making him hiss at the sudden friction.
“Yeah like that, bounce back c’mon.”
You comply immediately, loving the way he moans so desperately at your action. This time, you feel like you’re the one being in control as he lets you fuck him.
“Look at the way you take it, fuuuuuck…”
You look back at him, moaning loudly as you see his head thrown back, lower lip trapped between his teeth as he enjoys all the pleasure you’re giving him.
“Such a desperate little pet for me, fucking yourself on my cock,” his tone is harsh, in contrast with his movements as they stop once again, “Am I not treating you right enough?”
His words leave you confused, but before you could say anything, he rolls you on your back, grabbing you by the hips as he lowers down the bed instead, putting you on top in a swift motion.
His cock sits on his abdomen, still so hard as it begs for release, and you want desperately to make him cum.
“Show me how you take it, pet.”
You widen your eyes at his words as he implies you ride him after blowing your back out, making it hard for you to move on your own, at least for now.
“Oh, do I have to show you?”
His tone is mocking, his hands grabbing your hips as he positions you over his cock. You put your arms around his neck, letting him move you as you feel his cock in your entrance.
“There pet, you can sit now.”
You stare into his eyes as he whisper these words, immediately sinking down his dick as it somehow feels bigger in this position. You’re left with your mouth open, strings of moans leaving you as Jake stares back at you, so immersed in the pleasure that tints your eyes so enchantingly.
“Don’t act shy on me now.”
You do feel shy under his gaze, simply because you feel a hint of intimacy behind all that lust that have painted them for the entire time.
He grabs your hips again, fastening your movements as to show you how to do it.
“C’mon, use me.”
You moan at his words, still a command although its double-meaning nature, and you do as he says, planting your feet on the bed as you start moving up and down faster.
He bites his lip at your action, eyes lowering to stare down at your body. “Look at your perfect precious body, fuck.”
You continue fucking him as your life depends on it, boobs bouncing directly on his face as his mouth catches a nipple, sucking on it gently.
The action makes you arch your back, altering your movements as you start grinding on him instead. That makes you moan loudly as your clit brushes against his pelvis.
Jake thinks he could die right here, in this very moment. And for him, it’d be the best way to go. Seeing you so focused on your pleasure, using him as he knows that he has to power to change everything no matter what.
“I’m going to fucking cum, kitten.”
He says loudly, although you feel your ears ringing as you focus on pleasuring yourself. You barely notice his hands on your hips, directing your movements as you both use each other.
“Fuck Jake… I’m close too, fuckfuckfuck!”
Euphoria washes you completely in the same moment he puts his hand on your clit, working the bundle with quick movements as he starts fucking you from below.
It doesn’t take long before he empties himself inside of you, your pussy getting impossibly tighter as string of moans, gasps and praises leave his lips.
His face scrunches in pleasure as he continues impaling you on his cock, and at this point you don’t even care about what you’re doing.
You get so lost in pleasure that you barely notice your impeding orgasm washing you over entirely, the pleasure hitting a few seconds later as your body freezes.
You let out a gasp, followed by a scream of his name, as tears roll down your cheek, pleasure too unbearable.
It all feels so good and so intense at the same time, making it hard for you to come to reality as your body falls on top of Jake’s.
He’s still breathing heavily, arms immediately caging you as he murmurs small praises and words of appreciation.
You don’t register any of them, though, not even noticing that you’re quickly falling into the real of dreams.
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The first thing you feel as soon as you wake up is the light touch of soft, yet calloused fingertips as they brush off some hair off your forehead.
A soft whine escapes you at the small act, stirring in your slumber as your eyes fatigue to open entirely. But only when you feel an arm around you, tightly holding you by your waist, you shot your eyes open.
You almost sigh in surprise as you’re met with Jake, whose smile is adorned by a warm smile greeting you.
“‘Morning,” he says, his tone not too raspy, a sign that he woke up earlier than you.
He immediately notices the confusion written on your face, unsure of how you found yourself waking up in his arms, covers over you as morning rays enlighten your room. It can’t be already morning, right? How long have you and Jake been at it?
“You passed out,” Jake immediately shushes any thought in your head, your eyes widening at his words, “And you fell asleep after making a mess on me.”
You let out an embarrassed chuckle, hiding your face on the pillow as he tries to reassure you, laughing as if to lighten the mood.
“Don’t be shy now,” he says, and you blush as you remember he said the same words the previous night -- in a much more suggestive context. But now, he’s just being as kind as you know him to be.
“It’s kinda hot knowing that I made you cum like that.”
You groan at his words, although you can’t help the laughter escaping your lips. You have to give him that, after all. He really gave you what you wanted.
Although you are pleasantly surprised that he was just as you pictured him to be. Or even better.
“What is it?” he suddenly asks, noticing your pensive gaze on him. You shake your head in response, shrugging your thoughts off.
But he chuckles instead, a smirk appearing on his face.
“This isn’t what you expected, right?”
“Shut up, Jake,” you respond with a laugh, rolling your eyes in a playful manner as he laughs alongside you. Although he knows he read right through you.
You sit down on the bed, covers pressed against your naked chest as you look around the disordered bedroom, searching for your underwear.
You immediately spot your yellow bra, although you can’t seem to find its other half.
“Are you looking for this?”
Jake’s voice interrupts your search as you look back at him, eyes widening when you see him holding your yellow panties with a smirk on his face.
You try to take them, but he retrieves his hand back. “These are mine now.”
You raise your eyebrows at his words, letting out a chuckle as you simply let him have them. At least, as a heirloom of what happened last night.
It’s a good thing Jake happens to be a smart guy; as much as he craves you, he’s fine in just appreciating what you want to give him.
Because as much as he loves the idea of taming you, making you his, he knows.
He knows he can’t own you.
No one can.
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I was asked to tell more about the holidays in my legacy gameplay, so here is a super long and detailed post on the subject! 😊
How I use holidays in my game
I used to hate the holidays, cos I saw them as something my sims had to participate in and there was always so much pressure to complete all the traditions! But then I cracked it...
Holidays are a great way to add objectives to gameplay! When every day is some kind of a holiday with its own theme, there's always something for my sims to do.
I tick the "day off" box only if the holiday is a major one or the traditions would feel too rushed if my sim worked on the same day.
I try to have a lot of outdoor/traveling holidays in the spring and summer, and more home lot based holidays in the autumn and winter.
For some holidays, I add a diverse set of traditions and then choose only one or two to complete every sim year.
Sometimes my sims are just too busy with other things in life to participate at all. The No more "awful holiday" sad moodlet mod (linked below) is super useful because it completely takes the pressure off of completing holiday traditions!
It's very refreshing to use custom icons for the holidays, it matters more than you'd think! I use the More selectable icons mod (linked below) for this feature.
I've taken ideas and inspiration for some of my holidays from countless lists made by other simmers over the years.
Holiday mods
Traditions
Please note that some of these mods feature some of the same traditions - pick and choose so you don't get duplicates! Every custom tradition I use in my game is from these mods.
Icemunmun's traditions
LittleMsSam's traditions
Kiara's traditions
Renegadesims's traditions
Lychee's traditions
Pet traditions
Toddler traditions
Kids traditions
Occult traditions
Crafting traditions
Relaxation traditions
Eco-friendly traditions
Food traditions
Baking traditions
Writing traditions
A Night Out traditions
Cottage Living traditions
More Cottage Living traditions
Island Living traditions
Snowy Escape traditions
More Snowy Escape traditions
Paranormal traditions
University traditions
Realm of Magic, Paranormal & Vampires traditions
Other
More selectable icons
No more "awful holiday" sad moodlet
Holiday traditions in my game
The number next to each tradition shows which mod it's from. If there is no number, it's an EA tradition.
Spring
🌅 New Year's Day (day off) A chill day for spending time with your family after New Year's celebrations.
Family dinner ³
Cleaning
Cook pancakes ³
Play cards ³
Tell stories
🌟 Resolution Day It's time to make those New Year's resolutions reality! At least on this one day of the year...
Fasting
Exercise
Donate ³
Volunteer ³
Find penpal ¹⁵
🔫 Play Day Play is the work of the child. Child sims should invite their friends over for some play time!
Activity table ⁸
Make an experience ⁸
Monkey bars ⁸
Play pirate ⁸
Space explorer ⁸
🌄 Explorer's Day (day off) Once per season, sims have a day off for exploring the world! Maybe this year you could go on a mini vacation to Granite Falls to experience it in every season? Whatever you decide to do, this is a day for adventure!
Go hiking ³
Go for a walk ⁶
Go on a vacation or travel
Go sailing ³
Go camping ³
🌍 Earth Day You take care of nature and nature takes care of you.
Apply eco upgrades ¹²
Give gift to wild animal ¹⁷
Island clean up ¹²
Socialize with wild birds ¹⁷
Go hiking ³
🥪 Picnic Day Pack some tasty snacks and go on a picnic with your friends.
Go picnic ¹⁸
Invite guests
Play horseshoes ³
Collect bugs ³
Fire
💝 Love Day (day off) Take your significant other on a date and show them how much you love them! Or stay in and watch a romantic movie... with a special someone or alone, either way is fine!
Romantic spirit
Go on a date
Out for coffee ¹⁶
Send love letter ¹⁵
Watch romantic TV
🌮 Dining Day Today's all about eating as many different meals as you can. Taste something new or stick to old favorites!
Eat cultural dishes ³
Eat grilled cheese ³
Eat pizza ³
Hot pot ¹³
Order food ¹³
🧨 Gnome Day It's gnomes. Just gnomes. We can survive this. It's only once a year. We just have to keep them happy. It should be easy, right?
Holiday gnomes
🧽 Spring Cleaning Spring gives you a boost of energy. It's time to clean the house and fix anything that needs fixing!
Cleaning
Do laundry ³
Upgrade animal shelter ¹⁷
Upgrade chicken coop ¹⁷
Water crops ¹⁷
🪩 Party Night No self-respecting sim stays home on this wild night! It's time to partaaaaaay!
Out for coffee ¹⁶
Drinks at the bar ¹⁶
Go bowling ³
Bubble blower ³
Party spirit
🛠️ DIY Day It can't be that hard, the tutorial made it look pretty easy... Famous last words.
Build-a-bot ¹⁰
Crafting ¹⁰
Fabrication ¹⁰
Juice fizzing ¹⁰
Woodwork ¹⁰
🐇 Bunny Day (day off) Children's favorite holiday that's all about bunnies!
Egg hunt
Socialize with rabbit ¹⁷
Baking
Flower Bunny
Give gift to wild animal ¹⁷
🌺 Festival of Flowers A celebration of the spring turning to summer.
Flower arranging ¹⁰
Give flowers
Visit flower stall ¹⁷
Sunbathe ³
Gardening
Summer
☀️ Start of Summer It's finally summer and you can do all those fun things you dreamed of in the dark of winter!
Streaking
Go fishing ³
Go swimming ³
Kiddie pool ⁷
Play basketball ²
🐶 Pet Day Show your pet how much you love them on this special day!
Feeling the love ⁶
Pamper pets ⁶
Play with dog ⁶
Play with laser pointer ⁶
Teach tricks ⁶
🌄 Explorer's Day (day off) Once per season, sims have a day off for exploring the world! Maybe this year you could go on a mini vacation to Granite Falls to experience it in every season? Whatever you decide to do, this is a day for adventure!
Go hiking ³
Go for a walk ⁶
Go on a vacation or travel
Go sailing ³
Go camping ³
🧸 Children's Day Spend time with your children today. Take them to the park or the beach, or play with them at home.
Voidcritters ¹
Build sand sculpture ³
Games
Puppet show ³
Space explorer ⁸
🐄 Farm Day Visit a farm in Henford-on-Bagley and get to know the cows, chickens and llamas!
Harvest animal produce ¹⁷
Harvest crops ¹⁷
Take care of farm animals ¹⁸
Make animal treats ¹⁷
Socialize with villagers ¹⁷
🌞 Summer Vacation (3 days off) Enjoy summer to the max with 3 days of vacation!
Go on a vacation or travel
Go swimming ³
Invite guests
Sunbathe ³
Water fun
🍼 Toddler Day Take your toddler to the park or arrange a toddler play date.
Ball pit ⁷
Kiddie pool ⁷
Slide ⁷
Tiny treehouse ⁷
Jungle gym ⁷
🎵 Music Day Enjoy music in all its forms. Sing, play, listen.
Dancing ²
Music ³
Party spirit
Watch live performance ³
🌻 Garden Day Does anything make one happier than a thriving garden? Shower your plants with love (and water) today, make a new garden plan, or sow new seeds.
Sow seeds ¹⁷
Fertilize crops ¹⁷
Gardening
Collect bugs ³
Plant oversized crop ¹⁸
👩‍👩‍👦 Family Day Sometimes life feels so busy that you barely see even your own family. Make sure to spend some quality time with your loved ones today.
Baking
Family dinner ³
Games
Puppet show ³
Water fun
🏝️ Beach Day (day off) Celebrate summer in Sulani!
Build sand sculpture ³
Interact with dolphin ¹⁹
Go snorkeling ¹⁹
Go sailing ³
Collect seashells ⁵
🍃 End of Summer One last chance to enjoy a warm summer evening... Have a barbeque with your family and friends!
Bar-B-que
Sunbathe ³
Hot tub ³
Eat ice cream ³
Juice keg ²³
Autumn
🔥 Bonfire Night Dark autumn evenings are perfect for a little gathering around a bonfire. Look at the stars, roast some marshmallows, and wrap yourself in a blanket when it starts to get cold.
Fire
Stargaze ³
Fireworks
Tell stories
Fire dance ⁵
🧛 Occult Night They're creepy and they're kooky... mysterious and spooky... They're the occults and this is their night!
Alien powers ⁹
Mermaid powers ⁹
Use vampire powers ⁹
Cast spells ⁹
Use cauldron ⁹
🎲 Game Night Play some games with your family or friends to bring a bit of fun into this dark season.
Games
Go bowling ³
Play cards ³
Play darts ²
Play foosball ²
🌄 Explorer's Day (day off) Once per season, sims have a day off for exploring the world! Maybe this year you could go on a mini vacation to Granite Falls to experience it in every season? Whatever you decide to do, this is a day for adventure!
Go hiking ³
Go for a walk ⁶
Go on a vacation or travel
Go sailing ³
Go camping ³
❓ Life Change Day Do something today that has the potential to change the rest of your life!
Meet or adopt ⁶
Go on a date
Write a book ¹⁵
Go on a vacation or travel
Run errands for villagers ¹⁷
💡 Skill Day Learn something new today! Either work on skills you already know, or try doing something outside of your comfort zone.
Art & music spirit
Woodwork ¹⁰
Juice fizzing ¹⁰
Candle making ¹⁰
Craft wool items ¹⁷
🛋️ Couch Potato Day After the toil of yesterday, take it easy in good conscience today. It's not a day off, but you could always call in sick... Cough, cough.
Watch a movie ³
Sports TV
Sauna ¹¹
Read a book ³
Relaxing soak ¹¹
🍂 Autumn Day Enjoy the crisp air, the sunshine on the colorful leaves, and cosy autumn activities!
Fall fun ⁴
Fire
Canning ¹⁸
Drink tea ³
Candle making ¹⁰
🧓🏽 Parent's Day If you're in good terms with your parent(s), today's the perfect day to remind them how much you love and appreciate them.
Family dinner ³
Gift a parent ³
Hug parent ³
Remembrance
Tell stories
⚽ Sports Day Whether you like pumping iron or shooting hoops, do some exercise today.
Exercise
Go rock wall climbing ¹
Play basketball ²
Play soccer ³
💋 Date Night Whether it's your significant other or someone you don't even know yet, ask them on a date tonight!
Go on a date
Woohoo ³
Romantic spirit
🕯️ Other Side Day The veil is thinning... If you have business with someone in the afterlife, today's the day to get in touch.
Summon Bonehilda ⁹
Summon a ghost ²²
Conduct a seance ⁹
Commune with the departed ²²
Remembrance
🌽 Harvestfest (day off) Give thanks for everything the land has given you this year. Treat your garden, treat your animals, treat yourself.
Invite guests
Grand meal
Thankful spirit
Make animal treats ¹⁷
Harvest crops ¹⁷
🎃 Spooky Day (day off) It's time to get spooky!
Carve pumpkin ³
Spooky spirit
Trick or treat
Wear costumes
Use cauldron ⁹
Winter
🥧 Baking Day Get your baking supplies out, because today's all about the magic of flour and sugar! Have pancakes and coffee for breakfast, and bake all your favorite pastries.
Baking
Cook pancakes ³
Drink coffee ³
Decorate cookies ¹⁴
Make cupcakes ¹⁴
🌄 Explorer's Day (day off) Once per season, sims have a day off for exploring the world! Maybe this year you could go on a mini vacation to Granite Falls to experience it in every season? Whatever you decide to do, this is a day for adventure!
Go hiking ³
Go for a walk ⁶
Go on a vacation or travel
Go sailing ³
Go camping ³
📚 Written Word Day Read your favorite book in your favorite armchair, or go the library to find something new to read. Write a letter to someone, or finally start writing that book you always dreamt of.
Find penpal ¹⁵
My private journal ¹⁵
Writing skill ¹⁵
Read a book ³
Send love letter ¹⁵
💥 Chaos Day It seems like everyone's lost their social filter today! It's chaos all around! I hate all my friends! OOPS, did I say that out loud...
Air grievances
Fighting
Mischief spirit
Streaking
Magic duel ⁹
🎁 Do Good Day Today is all about being good to others. Make the world a better place by helping those around you.
Donate ³
Make pet food ⁶
Run errands for villagers ¹⁷
Volunteer ³
Vote for policies ¹²
🤝 BFF Day Invite your best friend over for a nice cup of tea or coffee. Share secrets, cry and laugh, have some fun.
Invite guests
Drink coffee ³
Drink tea ³
Play cards ³
Out for coffee ¹⁶
🧘 Mindfulness Day Take care of your mind and body.
Meditate ¹¹
Sauna ¹¹
Massage ³
My private journal ¹⁵
Do yoga ¹¹
🏔️ Snow Day (day off) Celebrate winter in Mt. Komorebi!
Go rock climbing ²⁰
Go skiing ²⁰
Go sledding ²⁰
Go snowboarding ²⁰
Hot springs ¹¹
🏡 Homebody Day (day off) Have you ever dreamed of just staying at home when it's dark and cold outside? Well, today you can!
Canning ¹⁸
Knitting ¹⁰
Cross-stitching ¹⁸
Practice herbalism ¹
Make pet food ⁶
🎄 Winterfest Eve Put up decorations for this wintery holiday, cook a delicious dinner, and then enjoy the evening as you wait for Father Winter's visit.
Attend holiday ceremony
Decorate
Festive spirit
Father Winter
Grand meal
☃️ Winterfest Day (day off) It's the most peaceful day of the year. Spend it with your loved ones.
Invite guests
Family dinner ³
Baking
Go skating ³
Open presents
🎨 Creativity Day Get your easel down from the attic, find your old camera in the garage, or pick up the knitting needles that have been collecting dust on the shelf. Let's do some arts and crafts!
Art & music spirit
Activity table ⁸
Cross-stitching ¹⁸
Writing skill ¹⁵
Knitting ¹⁰
❄️ Yamachan Day Travel to Mt. Komorebi to meet Yamachan!
Yamachan ²¹
Make a Tanabata wish ²¹
Hot pot ¹³
Order from Mt. Komorebi festival food stalls ²¹
Go hiking ³
🥂 New Year's Eve It's time to celebrate the year gone by, and welcome the new one that's right around the corner.
Countdown to midnight
Drinking
Eat pizza ³
Fireworks
Make resolutions
More holiday ideas
If you want to create your own holidays, but struggle with coming up with ideas, here are some things I always consider when I create holidays.
Can you match a world with a season? Summer holidays in Sulani, winter holidays in Mt. Komorebi, etc.
Alternatively, have a summer holiday in Sulani when it's winter elsewhere, a winter holiday in Mt. Komorebi when it's summer elsewhere, etc.
What if you took the default holidays and placed them in a different season? Celebrate Winterfest on the beach in the summer!
Can you match a world with a theme? Nature holidays in Granite Falls, city holidays in San Myshuno, etc.
Think of a simple theme for your holiday (games, sports, food, animals, books, etc.) and choose traditions based on that.
Create a holiday that requires your sim to travel from world to world to complete all the traditions.
Have a 3 day holiday for a vacation trip, with different traditions to complete each day.
Create holidays for specific life stages. What would a teen or an elder sim do for their holiday?
Create a holiday for each occult type. How would a Spellcaster spend their holiday?
Can you think of a way to combine holidays and clubs?
Put two really different holidays right next to each other so you have lots of variety in gameplay.
If you're playing a legacy, create a holiday for each heir sim based on their personality, and have their offspring celebrate these holidays to honor them.
Research real life holidays that are celebrated around the world to find new ideas.
Can't find the traditions that you need in your game? Follow this tutorial by LittleMsSam to create your own traditions!
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I decided to dedicate a post to Mama Pampy! Who rarely gets the spotlight on this blog, because well-behaved llamas seldom make history... I mentioned yesterday that she's the matriarch of her little herd (for new followers: Pampelune aka Pampy is Pampe's mother and Poldine's grandma), but I didn't really go into what that entails. It means she's a precious help to me when it comes to curbing Pampe's fight for freedom, because she has the authority to call the other llamas back when they wander too far away from her.
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(Note that this didn't apply when Pampe was a teenager. Teen!Pampe obeyed her mother rarely and/or accidentally and thought nothing of wandering away all on her own. But ever since becoming an adult and having her own baby, she's slowly started paying more attention to Pampy's alarm sounds and other commands. She grudgingly accepted the bare minimum amount of responsibility required to keep her child alive.)
If the other two llamas wander off and Pampelune is able to follow, she'll follow in order to keep an eye on them; but conversely if you make sure Pampy can't follow, then the others won't stray too far. So I can let the llamas out to trim the grass around my house without haltering Pampe or Poldine; I just have to keep Pampy close to me. To no one's surprise, she keeps her eye on 1 llama in particular—
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If her daughter wanders too far, Pampy will utter a firm "muh!" and Pampe will reluctantly return. (It's more of a "moo", really, but since llama and cow languages are clearly not in the same family and probably don't have mutual intelligibility, I'll use different spellings so it's not confusing.)
Pampelune knows who is and isn't part of her herd. The hens are outside of her jurisdiction but Pirlouit is not—she doesn't talk to him, because he never muhs back, but she does spit on him sometimes which means he is an honourary llama to her (a dubious honour, if you ask Pirlouit) and she also quietly checks on him, especially when she's out of the pasture while he is stuck on the other side of the fence, alone.
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I hope this foray into llama herd dynamics isn't too boring; I'll add that I can't let Pirlouit free roam along with the llamas because he would follow Pampe if she starts wandering off, and Pampe loves having Followers. It immediately goes to her head and she'll often stop listening to her mum and trot away if she's managed to recruit disciples (that's also why Pandolf is not in these pictures. He's locked in the kitchen because he would not only follow Pampe but heartily encourage her to go somewhere. Pan is a rule-follower but within the realm of reason, i.e. if going for a walk is wrong then he doesn't want to be right.)
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Poldine following Pampe isn't a problem though, because she is very respectful of her grandma's authority, so if anything she's a good influence on Pampe. At some point she wandered a bit too far while grazing and a stern "muh!" was heard, and she immediately came back and stood at attention behind her chief.
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Her attitude with regards to her grandma / matriarch reminds me of this kid:
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It's not all work for Pampy, she does get to eat too, but always with one ear angled in the general direction of Pampérigouste.
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Meanwhile I read and have a glass of apéritif—llama outings usually happen in the evening as an extra precaution (you can never be too prudent when you let Pampe free roam)—the llamas don't like being out of their pasture at night, so they'll go home without a fuss when it starts to get dark.
Sorry for the poor quality, this is extra zoomed in, but I just realised I managed to capture one of our elusive cow neighbours in this one photo!
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One of the few advantages of an abnormally warm autumn is that the herds are still out... You can hear the clarines (cow bells) in the distance, it's such a peaceful sound. Besides the bells, evening bird calls and Pampy's disciplinary muhs, the only other sound is the occasional heart-wrenching braying from Pirlouit. Stuck in the pasture all alone. Deprived of grass, empty of hope, unloved. (He gets to go out for frequent donkey-only outings but that doesn't make the present unfairness of his situation sting any less apparently)
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Bringing everyone home when my apéritif is finished is quite easy, all I have to do is offer some muesli to Pampy. No matter where she is, Pampe's head will spring up, indignant.
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Pampelune isn't even really into muesli, she prefers fresh fruit peelings, but Pampe won't take any risks.
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(Pampe's nose is all scratched because she got very annoyed with flies last month and kept rubbing her face on things to remove them... Thankfully now that the nights are colder, she's finally rid of them!)
Once Pampe is back in the pasture I can let Pandolf out! He'll run a few circles around Poldine then escort her back home, not that she wouldn't follow the other llamas without any prompting, but you've got to let Pan be a sheepdog sometimes, he's so happy to contribute. Sometimes I even let Pirlouit out so that Pan can immediately bring him back in. Once all four animals are in the pasture he'll turn to me like "Everyone's home safely! Just before night! Thanks to me, Pandolf" and I'll make amazed noises at his excellent herding.
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5oh5 · 5 months
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honeysuckle
or, joel washes you in the shower after an autumn hike
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fall is so joel coded isn't it
pairing: no outbreak!joel x f!reader
rating: explicit (18+, MDNI)
cw: soft!joel and soft!dom!joel, a little bit of botany, checkin’ for ticks (yeah I went there), joel’s “fuckin’ knees”, essentially PWP, sweat kink if you squint (don’t look at me), praise mostly with a sprinkling of soft degradation, pet names (angel, baby, darlin’, one use of slut, good girl, sweet girl, etc.), fingering, squirting (told you not to look at me), cum eating kinda? (eek), aftercare (i.e. gratuitous descriptions of joel washing you in the shower), I really don’t want to discuss the amount of times I talk about his fingers and hands in this okay leave me be
wc: 3.4k
a/n: first go at smut, so hopefully y'all like it! I'm sure it won't be my last. I just want soft joel for myself okayyyy
beta read by my amazing and talented bestie @adamantiumspy and also by the endlessly lovely and sweet @booburry 🫶🏻
banner is from @saradika!
read on AO3 | masterlist
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The afternoon sun is warm on your face, the breeze still cool. There aren’t many clouds, only white brush strokes of high cirrus feathered across the bright blue sky. The trees filter the sun, dapples of soft golden light dancing on the forest floor.
You had one of Joel’s flannels over your long-sleeve shirt. You always wore something of his these days…his hat, his flannel. You wanted to be surrounded by him all the time. His scent, the feeling of the soft fabric against your skin after it had been on his.
“We’re almost there, Joel,” you smile, looking at him over your shoulder. You’re going uphill, and he pops his leg up on a tree root and looks up at you. 
“I’m comin’, angel,” he smiles earnestly, his big brown eyes gazing up at you, crinkling at the edges. “If it weren’t for these damn knees.”
You close the gap between you and take his face in your hands. “I’ll kiss them all better when we get home.” 
He chuckles. “I’mma hold you to that, darlin’.”
Together you crest the hill and the trees clear, opening up to a sprawling view of the land below you. 
“Wow,” Joel says as he walks up behind you, snaking his hands around your middle and pressing his chest to your back. He leans his head against yours.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” You say, gazing out past the trees, watching the sunlight bathe the hills. Oranges and reds and yellows blaze over the hillside, the leaves turning.
“Mmm.” Joel replies, placing a soft kiss in your hair. “Thanks for bringing me here, baby.”
This was one of your favorite spots, one of your favorite hikes. You came out here a lot, especially in weather like this. The walk was relatively short, the view at the top making up for the climb uphill. 
“We’ll have to come out here again in the spring,” you say, lacing your fingers through his as they press against your belly. “I love coming out to look for spring ephemerals.”
“What’re those?” he asks, leaning around to give a soft kiss on your cheek.
“The wildflowers…in the spring. They don’t bloom for long, so they’re called ephemerals. Here…and then gone again.” You smile softly. “But these leaves are pretty spectacular too.”  
“They are.” His voice is quiet, as if he is being careful not to disturb the trees, the birds.
You lean back into him, leaning your head against his shoulder. Joel’s arms wrapped around you, surrounded by beautiful things…you feel like you could stay here forever. You take a deep breath of crisp fall air.
This is home.
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“Thanks for coming with me, Joel,” you say as you pull off your boots, untuck your pants from your socks. The sun is setting, pouring light through the windows.
“A’course, baby. It’s good to get out n’ movin’.” He shrugs off his jacket, slinging it over the back of the armchair. 
“C’mere,” he says then, and you turn to look at him. He looks so cute, his hair slightly messed from the wind, his soft sweatshirt hugging his chest, his arms. “Lemme check you for ticks.”
“Is that a line?” you ask, smirking.
“Darlin’, I wouldn’t joke about Lyme Disease.” he smirks, but the glint in his eyes betrays him.
“Is that so?” you coo.
“Mmm.” he says, looping his fingers through your belt loops, pulling you towards him.
You can’t help but smile as he brings his lips to yours.
“Well…” you start, pulling your mouth away from his.
“Yes, angel?” he mutters, kissing down your chin to the column of your throat.
“We have been outside a while…” you continue, trying to focus on getting your words out as his tongue finds your pulse point.
“Maybe we need a shower,” you say, smiling as he chuckles darkly against your skin.
“Well,” he kisses and licks his way back to your mouth, “you know…” and he’s headed the other way, moving back down your jaw, down your neck. “For the ticks.”
“Yeah,” you sigh. You can barely breathe. “For the ticks.”
He’s steering you then, pushing on your hips gently to move you backwards towards the bedroom. All the while his mouth is on yours, licking into your mouth and biting gently on your lips. You can’t help but moan softly into his kisses. 
Once he has you in the bathroom, he steps back and rakes his eyes over you. “Look so pretty in my shirt, baby,” he sighs, fingers ghosting down your arms. “But I’m afraid it’s gotta go.”
He skates his hands under the collar of the flannel, pushing it off your shoulders and onto the floor. His featherlight touch raises your shirt over your tummy, and you obediently raise your arms for him to pull it off the rest of the way. He does the same with your sports bra. It feels heavenly to have it off. Your pants are next, and he unbuttons them before sliding them down your legs, pushing your underwear with them. He squats down in front of you, his knees cracking. He places your hand on his shoulder, for balance. He taps your right leg, and you step it out of your pants and undies. He taps the left, and you do the same. He guides your foot to his knee, and you place it there so he can pull your sock off. He does the same on the other side. 
He looks up at you, and you think you could keel over at the sight of his full, dark eyes gazing up at you through his eyelashes. His curls are falling in front of his forehead, and you reach down to run your hands through his hair. He leans into your touch.
Before standing, he places two soft kisses to the inside of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful,” he says between each one.
You offer him your hand, and he takes it to pull himself back up. “Fuckin’ knees,” he grumbles again. You take that as your cue.
“You look so pretty in your shirt too, baby,” you smile, mimicking his earlier words to you. “But I’m afraid it’s also gotta go.” 
He chuckles lightly, but his eyes are dark, pupils blown wide. The setting sun is casting bright golden light through the blinds in your room, spilling across the carpet and onto the tile in the ensuite bathroom. The light glows between the strands of Joel’s hair.
You push your hands up under his sweatshirt and t-shirt, palms flattening against the warmth of his skin, the softness of his tummy. He smirks before raising his arms, and you pull his clothes up over his head. You place a soft kiss on his chest while his head is still concealed in his shirt. When his arms are free, his hands are on you. He wraps an arm around your back, pulling you into him. 
You snake your arm down between your bodies, and begin unfastening his belt. You pull it through the belt loops, and let it fall to the floor with a clink. You try and snake your other hand down as well to help you undo the button on his pants, but he’s holding you too close, his mouth all over your neck, licking and kissing across your shoulders. 
You laugh. “Jo-oel, lemme get your pants,” you whine. 
“Don’t whine, darlin’,” a wicked smile dances on his lips as he releases his grip, allowing you to dip between you to his waistband. “You know how to ask nicely.” 
You already have what you want, but you look up at him and sigh. 
“Ple-e-ease, Joel?” you exaggerate the word, knowing how much it affects him. Pure lust flickers in his eyes, and he brings his hand to cup your face, swiping his thumb roughly over your cheekbone. 
“That’s a good girl.” 
He looks down at you intently as you undo the button, drag the zipper down. It’s no secret how much he wants you, cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You hook your thumbs under the elastic of his boxers, pushing everything down his hips in one push. You follow his pants down his legs, kneeling in front of him. It’s your turn to tap his leg, prompting him to step out of his jeans. You pull his socks off, his hand on your shoulder now to steady himself.
You place soft kisses on his knees, fully aware of his cock hanging heavy above your head. 
“Sweet girl,” he breathes, “so good at keeping her promises.”
This is home, too.
He pulls you up by your arm and pulls you towards the shower. He reaches in and turns on the water, and then his lips are on you again. He bites and kisses his way from your lips down your jaw, down your throat, taking one of your breasts in his hand and palming it roughly. He brings his mouth to the other, closing his lips around your nipple and swirling his tongue. He lets it go with a pop, then blows a cool stream of air over your wet nipple, and you shudder.
“Mmm,” he sighs as he straightens up. “Gotta check ya.” 
You smile up at him, and he ghosts his fingertips up your tummy and between your breasts.
“I know there aren’t any here,” he smirks as his fingertips graze across the skin, and you shudder. “Checked already.”
“Turn for me,” he says, and you do. You’ll do anything he asks of you when he has you like this.
You turn wordlessly, and he hums contentedly when your back is to him. You can see in the mirror now, and you watch his face as his eyes rake over your back. He squats down behind you, and he disappears from the view in the mirror. You swing your arm around to find him, pushing your fingers into his curls. 
“Mmm,” he hums again, and you feel his fingers graze up your leg, starting at your ankle. “Looks good to me.” His voice is low and syrupy. When his fingers reach the crease where your ass meets your leg, he grabs hold of your thigh roughly, taking as much of the skin in his hand as he can. His thumb grazes the skin there gently before he leans in and sinks his teeth into the soft plush of your ass. In your surprise, you yelp and instinctively grab a fistfull of his hair. He groans.
“This is the only view I care about,” he murmurs as he soothes the skin with his tongue. You chuckle as you turn over your shoulder to look at him, and god, you could die at that view. Your fingers knotted in his hair, his perfect lips inches from your ass, his deep brown eyes taking you in through his lashes, blazing with desire. He places a soft kiss on your skin again before he stands.
The water has been hot for a few minutes now, and the bathroom is filling with tendrils of steam. You’re not sure if you’re sweating from the humidity or from him, and when you turn to face him, you see you’re not the only one. A slight glimmer of sweat sparkles at the base of his neck, flush painting his skin, and you can’t help yourself. You lean into him, slide your hands across his sides, and lick the skin there as he throws his head back. You place wet, open mouth kisses across the base of his neck, and he tastes like sweat, like love, like lust, like Joel.
When he speaks, you feel the buzz of his voice in his throat against your lips. “Wastin’ water, sweetheart.”
You pull back enough to say, “oh, well, if you want to stop…”
He grabs your waist roughly, fingertips digging into your soft skin. He throws back the shower curtain and pulls you in with him. The hot water rains down on you, and you smirk into his shoulder. 
He growls against your ear. “Definitely didn’t fucking say that.”
His lips are on yours then, powerful, desperate, all consuming. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s kissed you, how many times he’s fucked you. Every single time feels like the first, like he’s been waiting, dreaming, craving the moment he gets you to himself again. Once he does, he takes and takes and takes, but it’s the kind of taking that feels like giving, like sacrificing, like leaving something at your altar. 
“Please, Joel,” your hand is around the back of his neck, wet curls twisting around your fingers. You moan into his mouth, desperate for him to touch you where you need him most. Your belly is on fire, the aching in your cunt spreading a wet heat through your veins.
“Please what, angel?” he kisses his way to your ear, one hand bracing himself against the shower wall, the other dancing on your arm. The tile is cool on your skin.
The desperate whine that comes from your lips surprises even you. “Please fuck me, Joel.”
“Askin’ so nicely again for me, aren’t ya?” He ghosts his fingers down your arm, onto the softness of your tummy. He starts drifting his fingers further down, but when he hits the curls at your center, he diverts his touch to your thigh. You let out a frustrated groan.
“Yes, Joel, please,” you beg again, but when you search his eyes for mercy, you see only playful dominance. 
“My sweet girl is so good,” he says, and then his fingers are there, swiping through your folds gently as you part your legs for him. He’s feeling, sensing, gauging. Testing how wet you are for him.
“You��re dripping for me, sweetheart,” he observes, and you could have told him that.
“S’all for you, Joel,” you whine at the sensation of his fingertips parting you, soft silk against his calloused fingers.
Sensing that you’re wet enough to take it, he lines two fingers up at your entrance before thrusting them up into you, directly against the front wall of your cunt, making you gasp and let out a depraved moan.
His restraint wavers ever so slightly at the sound you make, the way you wrap around him, and you see it in his eyes as he watches you come apart on his fingers. 
“I know it is, baby. My pretty little slut is always so wet for me.”
He’s quick to wrap an arm around your waist to help hold your weight, your legs turning to jello at the harshness of his movements, your muscles already wobbly from the hike. All you can do is moan into his shoulder as he holds you close and fucks you. He thrusts his fingers in and out, the sound of your soaking wet pussy echoing off the shower walls. He slides them out of you completely and you groan at the loss, but he’s quick to wet another finger in your slick and push all three back into you. 
The sound you make is nearly inhuman, or perhaps it’s the most human. 
He curves them ever so slightly, and his movements become faster, more desperate, as he slams the top wall of your cunt against his fingertips with every pull. A fresh wave of pleasure courses through you at the change in movement, and it’s a familiar one. You consciously relax your muscles, letting him support your weight. You know what he wants from you.
“Come on, baby,” he coos, his words coming out as breaths with the effort. That sweat is back on his neck, his curls sticking to his forehead. It’s hot, humid, you can barely breathe. He is everywhere. As much as he knows you want it, he ignores your clit on purpose. He knows what you need.
You let it take over you, focusing on nothing but the searing heat of hurling towards the precipice. Your mind relaxes, everything fades except for him, except for the ecstasy surging through your body, the pressure of his fingers against that spot.
Then, like falling into the water, like diving off the edge, like crying: the feeling of letting go. Everything goes black as you gush around his fingers, soaking his already wet arm, his soft tummy, his thigh. You don’t know what sound you make, don’t hear what he says. Instead, your mind takes a reprieve, a temporary vacation, leaving your body as the only tether to this planet. You laugh. You can’t help it. Tears stream down your cheeks. He stills his fingers inside you, leaving them there but pulling you tighter into him. You are vaguely aware of letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. 
“Breathe, baby.” His voice begins to penetrate the fog. You take a breath for him. 
“That’s it,” he praises. “Did so fucking good for me, angel.”
You start to come back to him, his voice pulling you back to Earth. The sound of the water re-registers in your ears. You feel his skin against yours again, feel his thick fingers still buried in your cunt.
You let out a soft moan as he drags them out of you, and he brings them to his mouth. You tear your face out from his neck to watch him taste you. He groans as he takes two of his fingers in his mouth, and his cock twitches against your tummy. The third he saves for you.
“Best thing in the fucking world,” he mutters, if only to himself. You stare shamelessly at the way his perfect lips close around his fingers, and the sight sends electricity straight back to your cunt. You feel insatiable with him.
He pulls his fingers out of his mouth with a pop, and his eyes are on your mouth then as he brings them to yours. You open obediently, finding strength enough to put some weight back on your legs. He pushes all three fingers past your lips, the combined taste of the two of you swirling against your tongue. He groans at that sight too, your mouth full of him. One of his favorite ways to have you. 
You know he’s throbbing, aching for your touch, but his eyes never leave you, his mind transfixed on your pleasure and nothing else. You know if you reached for his cock, he would swat your hand away.
“Mmmm,” he sighs as he feels your tongue swirl around his fingers. “My perfect girl.”
He pulls them from your mouth, and you pout your lip at the loss. “Want you, Joel.” 
“I know, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up first, okay?” He soothes, steadying you on your feet before reaching for the washcloth. He grabs the body wash, drizzling the purple liquid over the cloth, the soft smell of lavender and honeysuckle swirling into the steam. 
You briefly think that the instant hot water heater he installed in your home a few weeks ago was the best idea he’s ever had. Well, almost the best idea. 
He takes your hand in his and guides your arm up, working the soap into your skin. He scrubs lightly over your arm and across your chest, lightly pinching your nipples through the washcloth, smirking as you groan, your body still wired. He washes down your belly, then up to your other arm and down to your fingertips. He squats down, brings the cloth to your thighs, the suds washing away the remnants of your orgasm. He leans forward and places a soft kiss on your clit, and you jerk into him. He smirks, nose nestled in your curls.
He stands, gently turns you around, and when he swirls the washcloth over your back, you sigh. It feels so good. He squats again to wash over your ass, down the backs of your thighs. He brings his hand between your legs, and with a gentle touch, washes you there too. Even that feels like too much, and not enough.
Even with the gentle sweet smell of the soap, you can only smell him on your skin.
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By the time the moon is high in the sky and the breeze through the window erupts goosebumps on your arms, Joel has had you in every way he can. You can barely keep your eyes open as you nestle into his chest, his hand tracing calming circles on the cool skin of your arm. Your body is exhausted from the hike, from him. He’s tired too, joints aching, but he would do it all again if you asked.
“I love you,” he says, pressing a kiss into your hair. 
“I love you too, Joel,” you murmur into his skin. He chuckles softly, and in that laugh you hear everything. You hear the fall breeze, the crescent moon, the falling of yellow leaves, the wildflowers. In his laugh, the universe.
Everywhere with Joel is home.
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shadowdaddies · 18 days
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Ready for another azriel request??? I’m rereading the series right now so I’m BEGGING for some azriel action😭 I was thinking something a little angsty maybe azriel and the reader (obviously mated) get into an argument or he snaps at her or something like that (you can decide) and so she starts to distance herself and one day she gets attacked or kidnapped or something (again you can decide) and azriel is panicking and stuff. I just really want some groveling or begging or something idk. Ending with fluff obviously. Sorry all of my requests are long and detailed😭 thank you thooo❤️
hey love! I planned this out awhile ago but I've been busy with visiting family; thank you for the request as always💜
There With You
Azriel x Reader
warnings: reader is captured but no explicit torture, miscommunication trope
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The rustling of leaves sounded to your right, hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at your hip as you and Azriel looked to the source of the noise.
A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding blew from your lips at the sight of the crow landing in the tree, dried Autumn leaves drifting to the ground beneath the creature.
Allowing your hand to drop from your weapon, you continued your walk through the wood, the distraction of the bird causing your misstep. 
The branch underneath your boot cracked in an echo that seemed to silence the rest of the forest, the world growing eerily quiet around you for a moment. Azriel stood still as stone to your left, hazel eyes simmering with something akin to anger.
“You need to be more careful,” he murmured, voice as soft and cutting as the cool wind that whipped through the air. Holding back the sigh that aimed to leave your lips, you hissed through your teeth, gaze slicing to meet your mate’s. 
“I stepped on a branch, Azriel,” you retorted, face growing heated at the awareness of how something as small as a snapping branch could blow your mission. Nonetheless, the condescension with which Az was speaking to you was enough to lead you to dig your heels in for this argument. “A cracked stick in the forest isn’t going to summon the entire Autumn Court,” you muttered bitterly.
A scarred hand took your arm in a gentle but firm grip. “You know well that we do not need to summon the High Court. A farmer looking to gain favor with Beron could see us. That is all it would take to destroy the mission...” he trailed off, removing his hand to drag it over his tired features. 
“I told Rhys this was a bad strategy. He knows how much more difficult you make this,” your mate grumbled, barely loud enough for you to hear. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you stopped abruptly.
Azriel’s eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly as his head turned to you. Before he could speak, you raised a stiff hand, pausing him in his own tracks. “I make this difficult? I didn’t realize what a burden I am, Azriel.” The words spewed from you in a fountain of anger, welling up inside, hands clenched at your sides.
“Let’s go in different directions. We’ll cover ground more quickly, and we can find the book and get out of here... without making this anymore difficult for you,” you shot over your shoulder, shaking off the shadow that tried to keep you from walking away.
A soft huff sounded from behind you, betraying the feelings of guilt you could feel through the bond before you shut it off. Drawing your dagger, you angrily whacked at any branches and leaves that dared cross your path, stomping through the wood in search of the book Eris had taken from his father’s study for you. 
Blinded by your anger, you missed the sound of soldiers being winnowed in behind you until it was too late. The rush of leaves on the wind perked your ears, but by the time that you turned to see one of the Vanserra brothers behind you with his guard, a circle of fire had engulfed you. 
Walls of flame surrounded you, a dome of heat drawing the oxygen from your lungs as black spotted your vision. Opening the bond with your little remaining strength, you felt Azriel’s panic before losing consciousness. 
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You awoke in a damp room, dark save for the flickering fae light in the center of the cell. Head pounding you force your eyes to take in the cold, wet stone, the wall to which you are chained. 
Mouth dry with thirst, your head bobs towards the creaking door, a vaguely familiar figure stepping through it. “Keep this closed. We don’t need anyone above hearing what happens in here.” Dark laughter sounded from the guards as they dutifully closed the heavy door.
The moment the bar slid into the lock, amber eyes shot to you, Eris’s voice laced with concern as he spoke. “Where is Azriel?” he demanded, a soft hand cupping your jaw as he helped you focus on him. 
Swallowing thickly, you gazed up at the flaming red hair, burning whiskey eyes that demanded an answer that you wouldn’t, couldn’t give. “We split to cover more ground quickly,” you muttered, a half-truth. “We were struggling to find the book you left for us.”
The last part came out as a hiss, Eris’s hand dropping from you as though burned by your words. Any sign of pity left his expression, the mask of Autumn Lord slipping on easily. “Of course he would struggle with such simple instructions,” he drawled, looking down at you, a cat toying with a mouse.
An exasperated huff of laughter escaped you at the male bravado. “If you could discard whatever issue exists between you two for one moment,” you shot back, “I would appreciate some assistance - perhaps some context - to our current situation.” 
Yanking on the chains for emphasis, your expression turned from teasing to paled at Eris’s grim reaction. The Lord’s lips thinned as he blew out a quiet breath, golden eyes searching the thick walls of the room before he dared to speak.
“I cannot let you escape under my watch,” he muttered, a hand running through the deep red of his hair, gears turning in his head. “Azriel knows where you are. I have asked one of my more... inept brothers, to guard you while I arrange a meeting with my father.”
Flames danced in his eyes, searing intensity reminding you of Eris’s power when he turned to you. “If any harm comes to my younger brother, be assured that your mate will regret ever crossing the boundary into my Court.”
Something sparked inside of you at his words, the intensity with which Eris defended his family. Respect welled deep inside of you, breath short as you nodded. “I will keep your family safe, Eris,” you breathed, fighting the smile that tugged at your lips as his features softened under the comfort of your promise.
“Make sure your bond is open so that he can sense you,” Eris directed, turning on his heel to leave. You did as he said, opening your bond as you reached out in any direction for where Azriel might be. Eris’s steps halted for a moment, a sharp catch in his breath before he shook his head, hand lifting to knock on the cell door. 
Eris didn’t bother to look back when he strode through the archway, graceful steps leading him from the depths of your enclosure. One guard flashed his yellow teeth in a grin that sent disgust through you, your middle finger struggling to angle in response before he slammed the door.
No sooner had the dust settled from the sliding entryway than shadows swirled in front of you, Azriel materializing in the darkness. Your mate collapsed to the ground in front of you, his knees hitting stone as wings sagged behind him.
“I am so sorry,” he choked out, hazel eyes glowing with unshed tears in the dim light, “I failed you.” Your heart cleaved in two at his statement, shaking your head vigorously as you fought to keep your own emotions in check. 
“Azriel, you didn’t fail me. I am the one who left, who makes things difficult...” you swallowed at those words, shame overwhelming at the thought of holding back your mate, your Court. 
Panic was etched across Azriel’s features as he reached for your chains, regret and love flowing through the bond. “No,” he ground out, “that is not what I meant.” His forehead rested against yours, slick with sweat as the shackles broke free.
A scarred hand found your cheek, the outside world ceasing to exist as Azriel’s gaze focused on you. “I am a fool,” he murmured. “I meant to say that missions with you are difficult because you are all that I can focus on, you are all that I care about. I am the burden, because I would throw away any mission, any Court, any world to keep you safe.” 
His throat worked, voice thick as his lashes wetted with tears. “And yet I still failed you, still nearly lost you because of my own inability-“ 
Arms wrapping around him, you ignored your wrists, sore from the shackles, in favor of twining your hands at the nape of your mate’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Love and admiration flowed both ways through your connection, and despite everything, you couldn’t fight the smile you offered Azriel.
“You are not, and have never been a failure, Azriel. You are my love, my perfect mate, and I should have stayed to communicate instead of trying to prove myself to the one person who I know I don’t have anything to prove to.” 
Azriel nodded, a beautiful smile stretching across his lips as he lifted you into his arms. “You are perfect. And I am sorry that I ever let you forget it,” he whispered, sweeping you into a pool of shadows as he transported you out of the dungeons.
Once more you were surrounded by the crisp air of the Autumn Forest, the moonlight shining down on the babbling brook as you walked hand-in-hand with your mate. “We still have to find the book,” you noted, bumping Azriel’s shoulder in playful reminder.
He laughed softly, hand reaching into the side pocket of his leathers to pull out a small leather-bound journal, waving it in the air. “Found it just as I heard the Autumn soldiers,” he grimaced, eyes shuttering at the memory. 
Your hand found his arm, giving a reassuring squeeze as you leaned your head against him, quiet comfort settling over the two of you. 
“Let’s head home, then,” you whispered. “I could use a warm bath.” You felt Azriel’s lips press against your hair, strong arms scooping you up effortlessly.
Azriel’s warm breath tickled your neck, shadows dancing as the Autumn Court began to fade around you, darkness swallowing the landscape. “As long as I get to be there with you.”
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whats your all time favorite book? you may give me other recs too if you'd likee! 💗
I don't have an all time favourite because different books have made me lose my mind in different ways <3 but I CAN give you a breakdown based on some of my own personal categories:
Books I Would Take Into a Bunker For 9 Months (aka Absolutely No One Talk to Me)
The Brothers Karamazov, Dostoevsky
Ich und Du, Martin Buber
The Waves, Virginia Woolf
The Snake, Stig Dagerman
The Myth of Sisyphus and Other Essays, Albert Camus
The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy
An Inventory of Losses, Judith Schalansky
Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
We, Yevgeny Zamyatin
Books That Did That™️
Secondhand-Time, Svetlana Alexievich
We Love Glenda So Much & Other Tales, Julio Cortázar
The Memory Police, Yoko Ogawa
At Swim-Two-Birds, Flann O'Brien
Deaf Republic, Ilya Kaminsky
Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
A Thousand Splendid Suns, Khaled Mattawa
The Chaos Walking Trilogy, Patrick Ness
Ways of Seeing, John Berger
German Autumn, Stig Dagerman
A Lover's Discourse: Fragments, Roland Barthes
A Girl Is A Half-Formed Thing, Eimear McBride
Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence
Bluets, Maggie Nelson
Antigone, Jean Anouilh
They: A Sequence of Unease, Kay Dick
A Doll's House, Henrik Ibsen
The Condemned, Stig Dagerman
Books That If I Could Erase My Memory and Read Again for the First Time I Would 100% Erase My Memory and Read Again for the First Time
The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
Água Viva, Clarice Lispector
The Bloody Chamber & Other Stories, Angela Carter
A Moth to a Flame, Stig Dagerman
Paris, When It's Naked, Etel Adnan
Without an Alphabet, Without a Face, Saadi Youssef
A Field Guide to Getting Lost, Rebecca Solnit
One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Marquez
View with a Grain of Sand, Wislawa Szymborska
Possession, A.S. Byatt
Four Bare Legs in a Bed: Stories, Helen Simpson
The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
Not to Read: Essays, Alejandro Zambra
The Princess Bride, William Goldman
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☂˚.⋆。 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙨
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navi | taglist | part of svthub's fall-ing collab
pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader
w.c.: 5.0k
genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, apple picking and pie baking and some sweet lovemaking <3
a lovers’ retreat—golden rays cast shadows over high, blushing cheekbones, flour-kissed noses and eye smiles as warm as the oven’s embrace, secrets and tender kisses shared with the starry night, and in a wooden cabin fragrant with the aroma of cinnamon and caramel, the love shared was sweeter than the finest apple pie.
☂ warnings: food/eating mentioned, unprotected sex (👎), creampie, praise, edging, some begging, some cockwarming, overstimulation (m), multiple orgasms (f), nicknames (min; baby, babe, love), some aftercare, seokmin is so fucking whipped (so is reader), there's so much love talk in this, I hate myself.
☂ A/N: nobody come for my inconsistent pie recipe, I didn't use one (also idc if you don't knead the dough, i needed it to describe seokmin's bulging muscles tyvm). other than that, this fic means a lot to me and despite struggling for the most part, I really enjoyed writing it. happy reading! :]
nsfw under the cut—minors dni 🔞
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Slender fingers rounded the hanging fruit, examining for imperfections with eager eyes and the tip of a tongue held between pearly whites. The crisp air contrasted the solacing warmth of the morning sun under which you basked, strolling between green leaves and bright reds with a near-empty basket dangling at your side. You wanted him to work faster, to disregard whatever negligible bumps lay on the apples’ exterior, but you opted to remain silent, simply watching him from the sidelines while he carried on with his meticulous inspections.
Seokmin was spring. Smiles that could bring a barren land to life, vivid flora and singing birds fluttering around within the glimmers decorating his irises. But spring had long since ended, now treading deeper into the cooling weather of autumn, and yet, Seokmin still offered verve to everything he touched. Even as green turned to yellow then amber, and tanned skin rested beneath thick layers of cashmere and fleece, he still wore his spring smile—a reminder that the season of life will come again. He carried warmth wherever he went, and the biting chill attempting to penetrate thick layers of clothing stood no chance while his towering figure remained by your side.
You watched him throw the fallen end of his scarf over his shoulder, a woven cream he’d worn on your first date. Hoary yarn ends peeked out along its length, and you reminisced the store tag he’d forgotten to remove while he fiddled with his fingers and laughed anxiously before you all those years ago, so young and eager to impress. You’d mused over the giggles shaking his tense shoulders, the pretty pink painting his face and ears when you failed to rip it off in a discreet manner, and though the embarrassment was debilitating in the moment, the worry weighing down on Seokmin’s shoulders faded away as you laughed. It was well into winter when you’d walked alongside the river, steaming cups of hot chocolate resting between your palms—going cold before you had the chance to sip on them, only there to fight off the bleak midwinter breeze numbing your appendages. Young and dumb, you both were, walking by the river on a chilly day, but young and dumb brought upon you years of easy smiles and hearty laughs, unconditional love and unending happiness, all sprouting from sharing arbitrary details about yourselves with that same cream scarf draped around you both.
Dark locks now dyed the colour of changing leaves, the morning rays casting their golden hue over the wavy strands and reflecting off the specs perched over his nose bridge. Seokmin was a few inches taller now, and his shoulders broader, but the smile he wore, the sparkle in his eyes as he laid them on you were no different than those from that day by the river.
Chatter at your side dragged your attention off Seokmin’s profile and onto the family walking past you—two curious children and their parents inspecting the ripe fruit hanging before them. Scripts of late-night conversations you’d had with Seokmin flooded your mind, your face flushing and butterflies swarming your lower belly at the thought of starting a family with the man. Seokmin's fascination with learning how to braid your hair, his whispered comment—’for the future’—did not go unnoticed as he brushed gentle fingers through the stands he’d tangled in his attempts, a hint of a promise in his tone. He also promised to never leave them alone with Hoshi, which you appreciated. For obvious reasons. You were still young, and had much to experience together before taking a step that significant, but part of you was ready to offer Seokmin the world. A man who’d brought nothing bliss and warmth into your life, how could you not?
Turning your head back to the man in question, your eyebrows raised as you watched him eying the passing family alongside you, and you wondered whether the same thoughts were running through his head as well. But then his attention shifted back to you, and the amiable smile while he took you in told you everything you needed to know.
The curve of his lips persisted as he reached a hand to push the stray strands blown by the chilling breeze off your face, pinching the fat of your cheeks between his pointer and thumb before dropping them back to his side. A gentle gesture, but it lit your insides on fire, blinking quickly as you processed an action so natural to him, yet one that set you ablaze. Swallowing nervously, you redirected your gaze to the three apples resting over Seokmin’s palms as he presented the flawless, shiny Honeycrisps with a proud grin.
You giggled, “those look great, Min.”
“Only the best for you,” he leaned forward to plant a kiss onto the cheek he’d just pinched.
Flustered, you watched him throw the apples into the basket you held, his fingers brushing against yours as he swiftly pulled it out of your hand and carried on walking through the orchard. You might have missed a few additions to the small pile while you pondered about a lifetime by Seokmin’s side, and yes, the basket was significantly more weighed down now that he did. But it wasn’t that heavy.
You skipped a few steps to catch up with him, your bottom lip jutting out in protest. “Min. I can carry it myself.”
“Mm, I know,” he hummed, eyes trained on the novel batch of apples swinging gently at his eye level. “Don’t want you to, though.”
You pushed away the fondness warming your chest, capturing his coat’s sleeve between two fingers as you sulked at his side, his attention still set on those damn apples. He moved the basket to his other hand absentmindedly, allowing you more space to come closer to his side, his free arm wrapping around your waist, and head twisting to look over your moping features with tender adoration gracing his own. Leaning down, he pressed soft lips to your forehead, their warmth seeping into your skin and fluttering your eyelids shut.
Placing another one at your temple, playfulness mingled in his tone as he spoke, “Stop complaining, you’re not getting it back.”
And this time, all you could do was laugh.
The hours hurried by while Seokmin’s endless chatter kept you company, and perhaps you wish it hadn’t, wanting to treasure each passing second you shared in the presence of the man with the unwavering smile. You walked between the endless trees with leisure steps, the fingers entangled with yours occasionally dragging you with them to inspect the gradient of red and green. Some apples made the cut, thrown into the pile of spotless fruit he’d gathered over the past few hours, while others remained swaying with the gentle breeze, bruised exterior reflecting the golden rays.
A particular shade of green caught Seokmin’s eye, leaving your hand behind at your side to wrap slender fingers around the glossy circumference, rotating it gently to inspect it, going as far as leaning forward to get a closer look. Nodding to himself, he snapped its stem off and placed the weighted basket down, wrapping the apple in his cream scarf to give it a good wipe. You felt yourself salivate at the satisfying crunch sounding as Seokmin’s teeth breached the unblemished skin, and you watched the pucker of his lips as he chewed with wide, expecting eyes. A breathy chuckle contained within tightly pursed lips echoed in the back of his throat upon viewing the anticipation etched into your expression, and he moved the unbitten side towards your already-parted lips. Too focused on the apple nearing your waiting mouth, you’d missed the sly smile, the giggle he’d nearly failed at suppressing, and bit into the polished green.
A stream of its juice slipped past to flow down your chin, bitterness overwhelming your tastebuds and forcing your eyes firmly shut. A shiver ran down your spine as you struggled to chew on the unripe fruit, tears prickling in your eyes as you willed them open to glare at the man before you, hints of guilt mixed in with amusement on his face. Underneath all the kind smiles and caring gestures, Seokmin loved being an asshole.
He’d watched you persist and push through finishing the bite, too many people around now to spit it out. He even leaned forward to kiss away the tangy juice cooling over your skin, scrunching his nose at the sourness he’d willingly stolen another taste of. At least he was aware enough to take a step back once you’d swallowed the unpleasant bite down, what you thought was fear flashing across his features.
“Hey,” he put his hand up in defence before you could speak, “we share everything, right?” He took another step backward while giggling anxiously, and he nearly tripped over the apple-full basket he had resting over the soft grass. “Why should I make an exception for fruit?”
“Bad fruit,” you corrected, an eyebrow raised.
“Babe,” he started, but didn’t know how to continue, perhaps hoping the sparkling brown of his irises would do the trick.
And it almost did, you admit. But the bitterness lingered over your tongue, and Seokmin found himself scurrying away and out of the fire zone of the incoming apples you’d launched at him, laughing while you entertained the couples and children harvesting their own fruit with your lively act of revenge.
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You smoothed your hands down the fresh set of clothes you’d thrown on, the fleece warm against your skin. The ligneous scent of your rented cabin added to its coziness, gentle winds blowing against closed windows and floorboards creaking with every socked footstep guiding you to the small kitchen.
Said footsteps quickened upon spotting bright green reflecting off the sharp metal of the very large knife in Seokmin’s hand, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on dividing the apple into even crescents. The hurried shuffling drew his attention, twisting his head just as you reached for the sharp tool, gently untangling his fingers off its handle to set it down over the cutting board alongside the botched fruit.
“Baby?” Tilting his head to the side, he stared at you in confusion.
You held both his hands in yours, flat over your palms as you inspected the tanned skin. Running your thumbs over polished nailbeds, you followed the protruding veins lining his slender fingers, all the way down each knuckle until you’d made sure he was unharmed. You enclosed his fingers within your palm, bringing them up to press your lips against, finding his pointer to plant an especially tender kiss over the scar stretching across its side.
“I was being careful,” he spoke through a melodramatic pout.
You smiled. “I know you were, Min. But let me handle the chopping this time, okay?”
Averting his eyes to the side, pretending to focus on the yellowing trees past the windowpane, Seokmin nodded, his hands limp in your hold. You lowered them to his side to cradle his jaw, tilting his head down to meet your eyes once again and staring him down in hopes of breaking his composure, but Seokmin’s pout persisted. And so the kisses began, soft and delicate over his cheekbones, forcing his eyes shut as you trailed your lips over the trembling skin. Leaning your head back, you watched his evident struggle against a betraying smile, finally curling the corners of his mouth when you’d dragged his head down with a forceful kiss to his cheek, the skin stretching under your lips while you kept them pressed there for a few more seconds. You moved away with an audible smack, Seokmin’s pout nowhere to be seen as he stared down at you with an uncontainable smile.
“Why don’t you make the dough instead?”
You picked up where Seokmin left off—half an apple chopped sloppily, which you ended up munching on while you worked—going through the washed apples to pick out the greenest, cutting them into even pieces and throwing them in a bowl of cinnamon and sugar. You remembered the nutmeg later on, after the frustrated noise at your side caught your attention, confusion raising your eyebrow when you’d noticed the powdery dough Seokmin was working with. He’d forgotten the eggs.  The embarrassment on his face was adorable, rose-tinted cheeks and restrained smile while watching you crack an egg into the crumbly mess he’d been working on for a shameful amount of time. A quick kiss to his jaw and a whispered ‘it’s okay, Min’ seemed to do the trick, though.
Tossing the last of the apples into the seasoning bowl, you sprinkled nutmeg over the shimmering crescents before grabbing a clean spoon from the dishrack, the spices’ aroma wafting in the air around you as you mixed them in with the fruit. Glancing over at Seokmin, you realised he’d begun kneading the dough, flour dusted over the marble counter as he rolled the raw crust in on itself, and as you took in the hard muscle bulging against the sleeve of his t-shirt, your fingers unconsciously loosened around the spoon you held. Your eyes wandered over flexing biceps and defined, broad shoulders, veins protruding from tan skin as he worked the dough under his palm. Bottom lip tucked between a set of pearly whites, his eyebrows furrowed occasionally while the ball gradually smoothened in his hands, growing less crumbly and eventually forming a near-perfect sphere.
Absentmindedly tumbling the apples with a limp grip around the spoon, you followed Seokmin’s movements, lower belly fluttering with every faint, airy grunt sounding in the back of his throat as he worked the dough.  Your thoughts strayed as you eyed the distracting flex of his muscles—the smile he wore, so sweet and tender, contrasted broad shoulders and the strength to manhandle you without much thought. You were almost certain Seokmin had no awareness of the fact, going about what he was doing without much regard to the blushing mess he’d left behind, the butterflies violently thrashing around within your stomach. The sparkling orbs with which he gazed at you, with charming innocence, oblivious to the effect he had on you. Perhaps that was for the best; you weren’t sure you’d want to find out what would become of him should he learn of the hidden power he’d been holding this entire time.
Sudden eye contact dragged you out of your daydreams when the man before you turned in your direction, the smooth doughball resting over his palm, and a proud smile on his lips. You held back the one threatening to break out on yours when you’d spotted the white dusting the pointy tip of his nose, some lightly powdering his cheeks as well. Instead, your chest warmed at his wordless flaunting as he slowly moved the undented dough towards you, sparkling eyes fishing for praise. And sure, you basically made the dough for him, and yes, all he did was mix the ingredients together with firm, hard-earned muscle, but the slight falter in his smile the longer you remained silent was enough to sway you.
“It looks great, Min!” You stepped closer, inspecting the roundness with wide eyes for a few seconds before straightening up to meet his eyes, “I’m proud of you, my love.”
Though a simple gesture, Seokmin’s face lit up, all but hurling the dough onto the counter to pull you into his arms, grinning into your shoulder while he squeezed your laughing frame closer to his chest. His arms still around you, he pulled away slightly, stars dancing in his eyes as he gazed at you gleefully, smiling against your lips as you got onto your tiptoes to kiss him lightly. But that didn’t satisfy Seokmin, his arm wrapping across your back to pull you back into him, locking his lips with yours once again, this time with hunger and hints of desire laced into the action. He kissed you once, twice, until he’d had a taste and realized he’d never have enough, needing sweetness and plush lips to forever bless his senses. While you held on to his biceps for balance, Seokmin was everywhere—hands up your back, over your arms and waist, and suddenly he was kissing you harder, deeper, tongue swiping across your bottom lip and teeth digging into it with a fervent want that sent waves of heat soaring through your body.
Pulling away for air, your chests heaved in unison, flush against one another as Seokmin peered down at you with hooded eyes, a spark of lust igniting the dark irises. And suddenly you were back in the present, the forgotten apples browning in their bowl, and the dough witnessing the heated exchange from its place on the counter.
“T-the pie!” you quickly diverted, pushing Seokmin away to shift your focus back to the task at hand, but you could feel his eyes boring into the back of your skull. “Can you preheat the oven please?”
An amused laugh sounded behind you at the shakiness of your voice, “yes, boss.” Just as you were about to sigh in relief, you heard him take a step towards you, his chest bumping into your shoulder and a gentle whisper blowing against the shell of your ear. “You have flour all over your face, by the way.”
And your pants, you thought, as his palm landed a playful slap onto your ass before he made his way to the other side of the kitchen.
The heat coursing through you dwindled as you fixated on the unfinished pie, save for those resulting from the not-so-hidden glances you’d stolen of Seokmin’s defined biceps as he moved the rolling pin over the dough. It was smooth sailing after that, though, missing the heart eyes directed at you as you spooned the filling into the rolled-out crust, perfectly fitted into the baking mould. You attempted to control your expressions as Seokmin tried and failed to cut straight lines out of the leftover dough, begrudgingly allowing him to place the uneven lattice in a questionable pattern, the chipper smile stretching his lips while he worked more than enough to excuse an ugly pie.
Carrying the raw pie over his head like Simba, Seokmin made his way to the oven. You held the door open for him, eyes following the baking mould as he transferred it onto the rack, gasping when his finger met the scorching metal. He placed the pie down and pretended nothing happened, ignoring the forming mark on his knuckle as he swung the oven door shut. And despite the whining and attempts of reassurance, you dragged Seokmin to the sink and ran cold water over his hand, once again kissing his pout away while you stood with barely any space separating your bodies.
His free hand slid across the small of your back, his other leaving its place under the running water to shut it off, wiping the droplets over his sweats before holding onto your hip. Leaning down, he met your lips once more, then again, until short pecks deepened, and a sharp nose nuzzled into the side of yours as he pulled you further into his body.
You pulled away with a gasp, startling Seokmin away from your lips, “the sweet potatoes!”
The initial shock replaced by softening eyes and a breathy laugh, Seokmin squeezed your waist once before releasing you. He stood to the side while you wrapped foil around the sangria exterior, offering to put them in the oven for you, but backing down at the disapproving glare you threw at him. Perhaps Seokmin had unintentionally caused a case of Pavlovian conditioning, one you remained unaware of, because the very second his bottom lip jutted out, yours were pressing consoling kisses over its plushness. Sometimes it took a few tries, but that’s only because you enjoyed watching the man—broad shoulders and all—sulk and whine when he didn’t get his way, only to lighten up and grin once your lips met his. It’s unclear who the winner was in this game, both parties working with a motive and ending with a satisfying result. Peculiar, really.
You settled down on the creaky floorboards across from the oven, your back to Seokmin’s chest and his thighs on either side of yours. His arms rested comfortably around your waist, hands limp at your hips, occasionally squeezing at the clothed flesh. Watching the pie crust brown through the glass, you basked in the cosy aroma circulating the cabin, the heat emanating from Seokmin’s body gentler and more comforting than that caramelising the sugar drizzled over the wonky lattice. Delicate fingers smoothed down your hair, and a silky voice lulled you to a tranquil state of comfort, strong arms holding you within the aura of warmth until a sharp click sounded, with the nostalgic scent of cinnamon and caramel to guide you out of slumber’s enticing grip, and back to toothy smiles and a cordial embrace.
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The night’s breeze was crisp against slick skin, the warmth encased within the confines of the thick blankets now infiltrated through a window forgotten open. Seokmin noticed the raised goosebumps over your arms, and lowered his body until your chests laid flush, his forearms on either side of your head keeping his weight off your form.
“Cold?” he asked, lips pressing against your jaw and up to your cheekbone, over the frosty tip of your nose.
You shook your head, “not anymore,” and wrapped your arms around the soft skin of his waist.
Seokmin smiled, gentle features illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the cracked-open blinds—a cool-toned hue casting shadows over his face, moving as he pressed his pelvis closer to yours with an exhaled moan. Moving his weight over to one arm, he slid the other down to your core, splaying his palm out over your lower belly to thumb at your clit.
He’d been teasing you for so long—his cock filling you up the way you wanted, but only barely teasing your g-spot, refusing to move despite your repetitive whines; instead, he occasionally reached two slender fingers between your legs to relieve some of the arousal burning underneath your skin. This time, though, you’d reached your limit, clenching around him as a sudden high rushed through you, shaking your body within his hold.
Despite a day’s worth of lingering touches and heated kisses, a hand placed a little too low on your back, and eyes lit with unconcealed glints of want, the patience Seokmin exhibited as he guided you through your orgasm was not surprising. He’d always enjoyed giving—curling his fingers just right to take in the elegant arch of your back, your sweet taste on his tongue while he nuzzled his nose into your soaked pussy. But most of all, Seokmin savoured the tight squeeze around his cock as he fucked you through an orgasm, his breath heavy and eyes lidded with the pleasure your walls lavished upon him.
Slowly fading back into the present, you peered up at the man atop you, the column of his throat stretched as he took in the violent fluttering of your walls. But you wanted more, pent up and restless with his scent, his warm touch, occupying your every sense. And he still won’t move.
You rolled your hips experimentally, a startled hand rushing to stop you, fingers digging into the flesh to stifle the motion. “Please,” you whined, “Min, please move.”
Groaning at your tone, cock throbbing between your walls, “oh baby,” he breathed out, bumping his forehead with yours and allowing his eyelids to fall shut. “I’ve been thinking about having you like this all day. I wanna last for you, my love, ‘wanna make you feel so good.”
Arousal boiled in your lower belly, eyelashes fluttering and a shaky breath escaping your parted lips at the words whispered in the air between you. “Min-”
“Let me be good for you.”
A kiss to your temple and a few inhales were all it took Seokmin to regain his composure, his forehead still pressed to yours as he tugged you closer by the hips, languidly rolling his own into your heat. The leisure glide wasn’t much, but it sent a shiver through your body. It was as though Seokmin could read the wordless pleads sparkling in your eyes, pulling his face away just enough to adjust the angle before settling back down onto your body. Fingers tangled in your hair to keep your eyes on his, blinking in unison while you breathed the same air, gentle waves of pleasure drawing breathy moans out of the both of you, his cockhead brushing against your sweet spot every time he drove it inside your cunt.
Sliding a hand over his sweat-coated nape, you dragged Seokmin down to your lips, the sweetness of a pie forgotten outside enriching your tastebuds, the single remaining piece left over the picnic blanket alongside crumbled foil—the unintentionally discarded dessert serving as breakfast for the blackbirds to nip at when the morning came.
The hand lost in your hair found its way to your jaw, cradling your face while he devoured you, the kiss growing deeper the farther Seokmin sunk down the blazing pit of lust growing within him. His cock twitched erratically within you, pace picking up until the echo of skin-on-skin danced between the four walls, hips slamming against yours with fervour as his eagerness finally won over him. Unable to focus on anything but the mind-numbing heaviness of his cock pounding into you, your lips parted to release a staccato of ah’s, his own relentless as they peppered wet, open-mouthed kisses all over your face.
“God, you’re perfect,” he grabbed your cheeks with the hand previously on your jaw, squishing them together to lay his lips onto the forced pout on yours, “all mine.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the repetitive abuse to your cunt, squelching obscenely every time Seokmin fucked his entire length inside. “All—hngh—all yours,” you repeated, exhaling a breath you’d been holding when sudden warmth spread through your abdomen.
“I—hah—‘m sorry,” he stuttered as his rhythm turned sloppy, shuddering when he finally came. Sheathing himself deep withing your heat, he fed ropes of translucent white into your womb while attempting to keep his eyes on you, long eyelashes fluttering while ecstasy flowed through his body.  “Felt so good, I couldn’t…” he paused to lower his head, interrupted by a string of airy moans as the last, weak spurts of cum emptied out of his twitching cock. “I couldn’t help it,” he muttered.
The reassurance died on your tongue when the sensitive cock drew out halfway, only to slam back into you as though the arms bracketing your head didn’t continue to tremble with the continuing effects of his orgasm. Lifting his head back up to meet your gaze, he lowered his hand back down to play with your cunt, dipping down to feel around your stretched hole and back up to circle your clit with the slick he’d collected, a silent promise of “I’ll be good” glimmering in his lidded eyes while he watched you fall apart under his touch.
And he was, so good.
You tumbled over the edge unexpectedly, cockhead pounding into your cunt while he rolled your clit underneath his fingertips until your features contorted gracefully, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as you shut them and tilted your head back to welcome a stupefying orgasm. You tensed for a moment, then began spasming uncontrollably in his arms, hips simultaneously jerking towards and away from his touch as he guided you through your high, languidly gliding his cock along your dripping, clenching walls, both hands now gripping the soft flesh of your hips.
And when the stimulation sent pangs of pain up your body, a whispered repetition of his name paired with limp tugs at his wrist finally broke Seokmin away from you and the bewitching melody he drew out of the perfect circle shaping your mouth. He slid his softening cock out of your heat to allow thick dollops of pearly cum to stream out of your pussy, watching as your hole clenched uselessly until your abashed whine dragged him out of his thoughts.
You found yourself tucked in under layers of thick blankets while running water sounded in the bathroom, bare feet padding over the floorboards until Seokmin—with his boxers on backwards—reached under the covers to blindly drag a warm washcloth over your skin, hoping it would catch all the sweat and cum without having to expose you to the chill air. You drew your lips into a straight line to avoid laughing at the concentration furrowing his eyebrows, cheeks flushing as he washed your middle. Any other day, Seokmin would make a big deal of cleaning you up properly, but you could see the hair on his arms raising, the autumn night’s chill piercing through his skin.
He didn’t even bother with returning the rag to its place, tossing it over his shoulder to dive under the cosy blankets with you, limbs tangling as soon as he made it there—arms circling your tired frame and legs pushing between and over yours. The momentary frigidity dissipating, his body heat seeped into your very being, and you inhaled the fresh scent of laundry mixed in with remaining hints of his cologne. Nuzzling the pointy tip of his nose into your hair, he planted a kiss onto your crown, the gesture faint as his steady heartbeat lulled you to much-needed slumber, the serene trip to dreamland occupied with solacing thoughts about a forever home within Seokmin’s tender embrace.
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babeydollx · 25 days
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Jealousy — JJ Maybank
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୨୧ Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, fingering.
୨୧ Pairings: JJ Maybank x Female Reader
୨୧ Summary: In which, JJ gets jealous of Y/N's friendship with John B after Y/N comes back from a 2 month long trip.
୨୧ Word Count: 1.5k
୨୧ Author's Note: Damn, this was the first fic I ever wrote two years ago, it's fairly obvious by the writing lmao. I am going to be reuploading all of my fics to match the changes I am making to my blog so.
© Babeydollx 2024, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.
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You sat by the fire. Taking in the crisp autumn air around you, you’re happy to finally get to see your friends again, especially your boyfriend. You’ve been gone for two months with your parents because of your father’s work. JJ walks over to you with two beers in hand then passes you one.
“I’m so glad I get to see you again babe..” JJ smiled sitting down before giving you a gentle kiss on your head. You smile and rest your head on his shoulder. “I’m glad too. I really missed this.” You said as he wrapped an arm around you. “Hey! Don’t hog Y/N! We missed her too.” Kiara said with a chuckle as she sits beside you, pulling you away from JJ into a hug. You laugh and hug her back, then look over to JJ. He looked annoyed.
“Ok Kie.. I get that you missed her but, I’d like to spend sometime with my girlfriend. It’s been two months since I’ve got to see her.” JJ said with a sigh. “Oh come on JJ.” John B said as he sat down with the rest of you. “She’s our best friend too, we missed her as much as you did.” “Sorry babe.. looks like you have to share for a little bit.” You giggled softly but blew him a kiss to make him feel better.
JJ chuckled quietly and pretended to catch it in his hand and put his hand over his heart. “Okay I get that you two love birds missed each other, but please, save that shit for later.” Pope said as he sipped his beer. You jokingly flipped him off. That’s how your relationship with Pope worked, you both teased and made fun of each other, that’s how you bonded.
Pope rolled his eyes playfully and took another sip of his beer. “But really Kie, now you’re hogging her, let JB and I see her too.” he chuckled “Fineee..” Kiara chuckled and let go of you, so you went and sat in-between John B and Pope. John B hugged you, gently squeezing. You giggled and hugged him back. John B was your best friend. You had known him even before JJ met him.
After you got a few drinks into you, you were playfully messing with John B. “I- okay is this how it’s going to be? Fine.” John B laughed and started tickling you making you squeal. “I- ok ok.. I’m sorry just stop!” You giggled. JJ watched you and John B laugh and mess around, all you could see in his eyes was jealousy. He didn’t enjoy sharing you, even with your friends and seeing the way you were with John B right now made it worse. JJ looked away from both then got up to get another beer.
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Pope, Kiara, and John B had already left so it was just you and JJ now. You were a little tipsy but still aware of your surroundings. JJ was drunk and sitting on the couch, he seemed annoyed. “Baby..? Are you ok?” You asked sitting beside him and took one of his hands into your own.
“Do you love me? Or are you just with me to get close to John B?” He said sounding irritated. “Wait.. JJ where is this coming from?” You cupped his face to make him look at you, worry filled your eyes. “You and John B. I saw the way you acted with him tonight. You barely even acknowledged me.” JJ frowned. Even though he was drunk he was still making sense.
“I mean.. I was with you the second I got home this morning, we were together all day today baby.. and I loved it, trust me. Nothing makes me happier than being with you but, I also wanted to spend time with you and John B, Kiara, and Pope. I missed them too baby.” You said as you frowned a little. “I- I know..” JJ sighed. “I just missed you so much and.. I didn’t want to share you. I wanted you for myself.” He said. “Mmm.. well nothing is new there..” You giggled softly. “Plus.. you wore my favorite bikini tonight. You looked… so fucking hot. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off you.” JJ said as he got close to your ear, his hot breath tickled your skin. “You have no idea how much I just wanted to fuck you.” He whispered.
You bit back a whimper. You could feel yourself getting wet. You then closed your legs tightly. JJ looked down and smirked. “Mmm.. don’t close those legs yet baby.” He said as he spread your legs again. He pulled at the strings on both sides of your bikini bottoms, making the fabric fall off, your pussy now exposed. He then did the same to your bikini top so you were now naked.
JJ studied your body for a moment biting his lip. JJ then tugged his swimming trunks off and stood up beside the couch. You giggled and got onto your knees knowing exactly what he wanted. Your mouth latched onto his cock as you started to suck. JJ let out a low groan as you kept bobbing your head now taking in his full length. JJ let out a loud moan before pulling you up to kiss you passionately. You slithered your tongue into the kiss as he grabbed your waist pulling you closer.
JJ pulled back then picked you up making your legs wrap around his waist and he took you to his room. He walked in, shut the door, and tossed you onto the bed. You giggled as he got on top of you and kissed you hungrily. JJ then kissed down your jawline, then down your neck, and then to your breasts. His mouth latched onto your left nipple as he massaged your right breast with his hand. You let out a moan and gently bit your lip. He then switched now sucking on your right nipple, massaging the left. “mm.. JJ just fuck me already.” You whimpered tugging at his hair.
“Patience Baby Girl..” He said as he kissed down your stomach. He then reached to where you wanted him most. He planted a kiss on your clit. You giggled softly and played with his hair. He then licked up your wet folds. You let out another moan as he began to pump a finger into you while licking your clit. You let out a loud moan and tugged on his hair. “I- mm.. JJ I’m close.” You moaned out.
“Then cum for me baby.” He smirked putting a second finger into you and went back to licking your clit at the same time. You kept moaning out feeling a knot in your stomach. JJ kept fucking you with his fingers faster, he was intent on making you cum right there. You let out one last moan as you released on his fingers, trembling and tugging at his hair. JJ licked your juices off his fingers then put your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself. He decided to tease you a little more first, rubbing the tip of his dick against your folds. “JJ please fuck me already..” You whimpered.
Without a warning JJ thrusted into you easily because of how wet you were. You let out a loud moan and grabbed the sheets. JJ began to pound into you. You kept moaning out and grabbed your breasts squeezing them. JJ grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, his eyes now trained on your breasts. He kept hitting your g-spot now making you scream.
“Mm.. you like that baby? Does that feel good?” He asked letting out a moan. You could barely form words, you were a moaning mess at this point and that turned him on more. JJ let go of your wrists and pulled out then flipped you onto your stomach. He slapped your ass hard before thrusting into your entrance again.
“Oh fuck Y/N! You feel so good!” JJ moaned out going faster. “I- fuck JJ!” You moaned out. “I- I’m close..” You gasped out and you grabbed onto the sheets. JJ slapped your ass again, there was now a red handprint on your ass. You moaned louder until you eventually reached your high and came. JJ thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and releasing his seeds onto your back.
You giggled catching your breath and laid down. JJ laid beside you and held you close as you rested your head on his chest. “Damn.. that was.. so hot.” He said catching his breath. You giggled and bit your lip. “Yeah.. I missed our sex.”
“I’m sorry for getting so jealous over you and John B. It was dumb and childish, he’s your best friend..” JJ said kissing your head. “It’s ok baby..” You smiled and lifted your head up to kiss his cheek. “I love you Y/N.” He said kissing your head. “I love you too JJ.” You smiled holding onto him tightly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and you fell asleep in JJ’s arms.
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lokisgoodgirl · 4 months
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Harvest: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]
The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (7) Fresh off Loki's revelation, its time to save Colin Robertson. Oh...and some other things too, I guess. Warnings: Minors DNI. Ex-Loki (?) Language. Mild angst. Plans and smug rehashing of plans. Soft smut. Domestic fluff. Sassy Satchel. (w/c 6.2k) Recommended Folklore Track: Invisible String
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Despite protestations, Steve had set up a perimeter and concocted a list of bird-themed call-signs. He walked thirty meters ahead of you and Loki.
Every ten paces, the captain spun in a shifty circle and beckoned you on. “Oh, for goodness sake,” Loki grumbled as he re-hoisted a limp Colin Robertson across his shoulders. The man was drooling on him.
Thor brought up the rear of the rudimentary formation, ambling at the back with his hands in his pockets. The hat was still drawn low over his brow. “He feels awful,” you muttered. “As he should,” Loki said stiffly. “Thanks to him, this mortal finds himself at the mercy of another of his cunning plans. A perilous state indeed.” “You care,” you mumbled with a gentle smile. Loki narrowed his eyes playfully. “I shall have to dial it back a little, lest I become soft.” “Not much chance of that,” you whispered to yourself. Out the corner of your eye, you saw Loki smile.
From ahead, Steve released a strangled caw.
“What one’s that?” Loki drawled. The tap of Colin’s dead-weight hand sounded against his back with every step.
You frowned, looking around. “People? Aircraft? I can’t remember.” “The car.” Loki said flatly, pointing to a bright blue blob in the distance. From behind them, a crunch of running footsteps approached. “Almost time for the commencement of the plan, brother.” “It’s a terrible plan.” Loki snipped. Thor rolled his eyes. “Ye of little faith,” he rumbled confidently. Ten minutes later, the five of you hung in various stages inside and outside the Fiat 500. Rogers had pushed the front seat as far forward as it would go, climbing in to the back. Loki was positioned already behind the passenger side, crammed against the wall. “Just put him in the trunk,” Loki chided for the fourth time. “Oh pish, Laufeyson” Steve snapped. “The man could have a spinal injury.” Loki threw up his hands in resignation.
You leant against the bonnet, one of Colin’s arms draped over your shoulder. The other hung around Thor. The man drooped between you like a scarecrow. “Places,” Steve announced confidently before his face lowered and he sidestepped into the Fiat backseat. All you heard were huffs from Loki as Rogers shuffled into the middle. It was going to be tight. You and Thor moved forwards, ignoring the sad drag of Colin’s walking boots on the dirt track. With a little manoeuvring, the hiker was deposited in the back seat. His face smooshed against the window, faint clouds of condensation forming on the glass.
“God, I wish I had my phone.” you murmured to Thor as you drank in the absurd sight. Loki was staring pointedly out the window, shoulders scrunched to take up as little space as possible. Rogers face had flushed, hoiking the unconscious man further on his side.
Thor chuckled, gripping the open door. He leant towards you conspiratorially. “Gird thy loins, sister” he hummed. You grimaced. The passenger seat was as far forward as it could go, with Thor’s knees drawn up to his chest.
You sighed as you slid into the drivers side. The muscled pressure of Loki’s legs protruded through the back of your seat. You cleared your throat, fiddling with the radio. “You do realise, that if the police stop us then we’re up shit-” “-crud,” Steve cut. “-crud creek without a paddle?” Loki snorted with genuine laughter. You bit your lip, realising that just maybe everything was going to be alright. And not just for Colin. “Onward!” Thor boomed. Everyone groaned, covering their ears.
You drove cautiously through winding one track lanes. The hedgerows were in full autumnal blossom now. Gold and burnt orange foliage simmered in speckled sunlight. In the back seat, Colin was stirring. “We don’t have much time,” Steve’s worried voice chimed. He stroked Colin’s cheek. “It’s alright, pal. We’ll get ya where you’re going.” In the rear-view mirror, you saw Loki throw him an incredulous scowl.
“Ye Olde Fighting Cocks,” Thor read as the swinging pub sign grew closer. He laughed to himself, slapping his knee and almost hitting his face on the rebound. “Just like us, brother.” In the back seat, Loki scoffed. “Let’s just get this over with,” he muttered. You pulled into the carpark. It was busier than you would like. “Okay, just like we talked about,” Steve started. “Thor – you commandeer a table outside. Away from any hubbub. Agent, you’re on drinks duty. Loki and I will position Mr Robertson and get the heck outta there.” Everyone mumbled agreement. It wasn’t perfect, but it was visible. And it beat leaving him on a hillside. Thor pulled his hat down, stuffing errant strands of sandy hair inside. He produced a pair of chunky sunglasses from the glovebox.
“Avengers…” he began with gravitas.
“Don’t.” Steve snapped.
As it transpired, the only hubbub in the beer-garden was an old man stubbing out a cigarette by the entrance. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously as Thor’s bobble hat poked over the hedge. You quickly made yourself scarce, walking inside the tavern and collecting as many glasses as you could covertly carry.
Sidling between tables of chattering locals, you squinted out a passing window. Thor was leaning awkwardly against a picnic bench. You saw a flash of movement in the bushes behind him as Steve and Loki emerged, shuffling forward in a squat position. Colin dragged between them. They hoisted him to sit at the table, flipping his legs over the bench. He slumped forwards. The last thing you saw was Thor attempting to prop a fist under his chin. He failed Sliding out the front door, you made your way quickly over to the scene and plopped seven glasses on the surface. “Let’s go,” you said. “Where is the ale?” Thor said, face falling. “We’re not staying, buffoon” Loki scathed as the four of you made your way quickly back to the car. “That defeats the entire purpose.” Thor pouted all the way home.
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You had walked ahead from the driveway to the cottage door with your heart in your mouth. It had been a tense ride.
All you could hear behind you was Loki’s hushed overtones requesting privacy from the others.
Noting the tremble in your hands, you unlocked and walked inside. Keep it together, you chided as you slipped into the kitchen and sat at the table, fidgeting. The front door opened. It closed with a creak and a thunk. You tried to steady your breaths as Loki hung up his jacket before rounding the corner, smoothing his hair while he looked at the floor. Suddenly your fingernails became very interesting.
His towering figure occupied your periphery, hovering before he sat in the opposite chair. Looking up, your eyes met his. You offered a weak smile. Loki cleared his throat.
The chair leg squeaked. "I want to be myself. My core self. The one that swells in my roots, I suppose you would say." he said abruptly. The words were quick and cold. "That's what I was attempting to convey... back on the hill."
He seemed nervous. You didn't think you'd ever seen Loki nervous. It made you nervous. He cleared his throat again, features softening. “What I have come to realise” he continued carefully, brushing crumbs from the tablecloth, “is that being with you...I often felt like that boy at the cabin.” He looked at you, tilting his head. His mind was a million miles away, but somehow – it was the closest you had ever been to him. “Except I didn’t know what it was,” he continued wistfully.
“I felt safe. Free. It felt...strange. I fought against it, with my arrogance and my selfishness. Like a dog in a trap, I fought against it with the only tools I had.” You looked down at your hands again, heart sinking. “A trap?”
Loki sighed. “I cannot pertain to the logic. Only my feelings. It was self-preservation. Or so I thought.” “It sounds like self-sabotage to me,” you murmured gently, pressing your thumb into your palm. “Yes.” was all Loki said.
After a few moments he stood.
You braced as he took a step forwards, sinking slowly to sit on his haunches. Your gaze swung to his thighs, thick and straining against the creases of his trousers. “I can’t promise I’ll be perfect,” he murmured. There was a pause while the weight of his considerations hung in the air. “But for you, I would do anything in my power. You know that, don’t you?” Tears began to prick your eyes. You swallowed, words coming out as a tremble. “I never wanted you to be perfect, Loki. I only wanted to feel like we were equals.” Loki slipped his fingers into your open palm. “I know that feeling,” he crooned sadly, drawing your hand down. He stroked the skin, looking at it like it might evaporate in his hold.
A gentle press of his lips warmed your wrist. “Am I being presumptuous that you might consider a fresh start between us?” he said tentatively, raising his gaze to meet yours through a dark fan of lashes. “As your ‘girlfriend’?” you questioned. A smile twitched. Was this really happening? Your heart was thundering. “No, Madam” Loki scoffed playfully. “My consort of course.” Your smile grew wider. Loki pursed his lips, brows rising in expectation as he ran his nervous stare over your features. You bit your lip, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity. But there was none. And somehow, you knew there wouldn’t be.
The hand not being held by his slid up the curve of his jaw. You lowered, pausing by his parted lips. The god’s breath hitched.
“Loki,” you pleaded, no more than a whisper.
His name held weight when you said it like that.
In an instant, Loki closed the space between you, his mouth fastening to yours with a gasp.
Without breaking the kiss he rose, pulling you with him.
His hands cupped your face, fingertips pressing into your hair while his tongue cautiously caressed against your own. It was pure fire, twisting and scorching the path of troubles behind you.
Your knees caught against the chair as he tried to walk you backwards, making you both stumble.
He broke, panting. “Apologies,” he muttered, catching his breath as his large hand centred on your back.
You looped your arms around his neck, memorising the look of abject relief in his eyes. Kissing him softly, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth. Loki’s eyes narrowed, a subconscious thrust of his hips against your stomach making your vision blur. “We should probably let them in now,” you said ruefully, glancing sideways to the closed door. “I was hoping you couldn’t hear them,” Loki sighed. ‘Damn you and your heavy breathing, Rogers’ Thor chided behind the peeling wood. Loki reached for the handle, a quick turn and release causing Steve and his brother to sprawl forwards face-first to the linoleum.
Rogers sat up quickly, brushing himself down as his guilty eyes swung between you. “It was his idea,” he said as he nodded to Thor. “How very dare you,” Thor boomed. “The God of Thunder does not sneak.” “Ain’t that the truth,” Steve snapped.
The two of them stood, awkwardly picking at their clothes. Around the same time, their eyes fell on the space between you and Loki. Thor’s arm shot out, the back of his hand slapping against Steve’s chest.
Their gazes widened in sync. “Holding...hands?” Thor gasped. He and Steve gaped at one another. Suddenly the entire kitchen became a hive of screeches as the two men grasped on to the others biceps, jumping in a circle.
You started to laugh, hearing Loki’s embarrassed chuckle beside you. “Why are they so happy?” you murmured to him. Loki shook his head. “My brother had a cunning plan, you see” he said as he raised your interlinked fingers with a knowing smile. “Hold up,” Steve interjected. His serious face was back. “I gotta take some credit considering it was my idea, Odinson.”
Thor laughed mirthlessly, throwing his head back with a shake of his hair. “I think not, Rogers. If anything your contributions were the seasoning.” “Seasoning?”” Steve balked. “It was my idea to get them up here in the first place.” Thor released a grimacing smile. He patted Steve on the back. “Perhaps now is not the time,” he muttered as covertly as a fart in an elevator.
You yelped as Loki sat at the dining table, pulling you onto his lap. “No, I think now is most definitely the time” he purred as he linked his fingers around your stomach. You’d forgotten how solid his thighs were. Almost. Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Well, uh…you see, it started way back when uh-” “-Well,” Thor interrupted. “Apologies, Rogers – but the tale requires gravitas.” Steve rolled his eyes, as the god continued. “Around two months ago when your incessant moods had reached peak insufferability, I invoked Rogers aid in a minor detail of the piece-”
“-I bought this place,” Steve butted sharply. “Well, Stark did.” You and Loki looked at each other, frowning. “We figured you guys needed to get away somewhere neutral. Something official to force your hand. Back to basics, somewhere Laufeyson could be pushed out of his comfort zone with a range of activities he felt were-” “-Beneath you, brother” Thor quipped smugly. “And in tandem with my cunning plan, it was fool-proof.”
The two of them folded their arms, their facial expressions hinting that they had explained everything. “Yes? And?” Loki probed lazily. The breath from his words flooded your ear, lips ghosting the shell. You wondered if he was listening. He placed an absent-minded kiss at the tip of your cheekbone, nuzzling gently. “From there it was quite simple, really- for a fellow like myself” Thor postured, looping his thumbs through his belt.
Loki rolled his eyes as his brother’s smug voice boomed around the kitchen. “One of the many times you fell asleep on my sofa after a night of ale and moaning about blowing it with this one” Thor thumbed to you; “you were mumbling about the cabin.” “I was?” Loki asked. Thor nodded. “And it made me ponder what you were like back then. The same, but different. Not as much of a little shit. I thought it was time you needed a more targeted reminder – for all our sakes. In a place like this, a place like the cabin. Kind of.”
You felt Loki inhale sharply, priming a barb. But he let it go. You felt the tension melt against your back as his hands clasped tighter in your lap. “Oh brother, I thought you’d really arsed it up with that stunt on our second evening” Thor chuckled, nudging Steve in the ribs.
“But your denial was rather a boon, Agent. A catalyst which timed well with Rogers and myself's light exploration of his foils earlier that night. Commendations, sister, for resisting my brother’s seductions. His cock is a wily adversary, I am sure.” You smirked as Loki’s inaudible laughter pulsed against your back. You’d missed this. “Tell them about the fire,” Steve whispered shyly. Thor’s eyes lit up.
“Ah, well...Rogers here had the rather genius idea of luring you both to the fireside. Nothing fans the flames like...well, flames. My brother has always been a lush for elemental theatrics.” Steve beamed with pride while your eyebrows rose. “And destroying my room and all my stuff was…?” The question lingered as Thor shuffled awkwardly. “Collateral damage, sister. We needed you out of that bedroom. I may have slightly overdone it.” “We thought you were ready,” Steve added. “I signalled with the flashlight when I thought the ol’ heart-to-heart had done the business and then…”
He and Thor nodded sagely to each other. “So were the two of you like...monitoring us?” you asked, glancing at Loki who was blushing faintly. “Of course!” Thor boomed. “The two of you were the true field operation. Well, in a roundabout sort of way.” Loki burrowed his face in the curve of your neck, a smile spreading against the skin. “What about the two of you?” Loki purred, resting his chin on your shoulder. “All smoke and mirrors like the rest?” Thor flapped his hand in the air as Steve bristled. “You need not know the details, brother.” he blustered. “What matters in that you stayed in that room. With her.” Steve’s face was a deep shade of crimson. “It had to be realistic,” he muttered, scuffing his shoe on the floor. “We got ya!” he added weakly. “So is what he’s saying...true?” you asked Loki. “Did it work?” Loki chuckled, bouncing one leg as he considered his answer. You jiggled, gripping his bicep for balance. He shot the men standing shoulder-to-shoulder above him a sharp glare.
“From the wreckage of my brother’s tenuous plot I did scavenge a solitary golden thread of wisdom, yes.” Thor released one of his arms from the fold, pointing a fist to the captain. Steve shook it. “I owe you ten bucks, Odinson” he said ruefully. “You owe me more than that, Rogers.” Thor winked. Steve cast an anxious glance to you and Loki, acknowledging your bemused smiles with a curt nod. He cleared his throat. “Time for us to make tracks,” he said.
You frowned. “But Steve, we have like... two more days here.” Thor laughed, doubling over. Rogers shook his head. “You have two more days here. We are going to the spa.” “The spa?” Loki spat incredulously. “Without me?!”
Thor shrugged. “If you wish to join Rogers and I for an ‘erbal wrap and sauna privileges you are most welcome to brother.” He tracked his gaze to you, sitting on Loki’s lap. “But something tells me you’d rather stay here,” he added softly.
Loki’s face burrowed into your neck again, nose grazing your collarbone. “Quite,” he murmured. It was meant only for you. In the following twenty minutes the blondes made quick work of packing their belongings. You helped Thor locate his various nick-knacks, strewn clothes and hair mousses; passing each of them in turn as he leant his bodyweight on a second suitcase.
The captain’s bags were stacked neatly in the corner. He was frowning at the tower. “I feel like I’m forgetting something,” he murmured, stroking his chin.
“The crisper,” you said, trying not to laugh. Steve’s cheeks flushed as your eyes fell involuntarily to his butt. “Been enjoying the freedom, Cap?” you giggled, tossing another bottle to Thor.
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When the last suitcase had been stuffed into the beleaguered Fiat, the blondes returned inside. You and Loki had stood at the doorway of the cottage, watching them. It was meditative. Winding curls of burnt orange ivy rustled in the air. There was no rush.
You turned your face, brushing your cheek against the wool of Loki’s jumper. He rested his chin on your head.
As they approached, you pulled away from the god and let your fingers trail longingly over his stomach as you sank back to the hallway. Loki winked, a small smile flirting at his lip. The warmth flooding your skin could be magic, you were sure. But something told you it wasn’t.
Thor tugged the sides of his jacket. “I take it this highly successful endeavour means that you will be of more pleasant humour to everyone then,” he chuckled.
“Regrettably, for the foreseeable future I shall be targeting my efforts of self-improvement to our darling Agent, here.” Loki purred, zipping his brother’s jacket up over his mouth. “I’m sure you understand it’s a process.” “Just consider me your spiritual Sherpa, brother-” Thor continued un-phased against the muffler. “And Rogers too, to a lesser extent.” “The day I consider that, is the day I may be claimed by the sanatorium, brother” Loki smiled dryly.
“So you’re still gonna be a boob to the rest of us? That wasn't part of the deal,” Steve whined, releasing a low whistle of discontent. Loki shrugged. “Apologies, gentleman.” he smarmed, resting a hand on each of their shoulders. He tipped forward earnestly. “Although when it comes to mocking you both; I will do my utmost not to pick up the gauntlets of temptation you throw so effortlessly down.” The three of them looked between each other.
“Excellent!” Steve chirped, shuffling sideways between you and Loki. You followed as he rounded the corner to the kitchen. Making immediately for the fridge, the captain un-balled a Tesco carrier bag from his pocket. Leaning against the door-frame, you watched as Captain America gingerly slid open the crisper. His lips pursed, pressing inward. It was all you could do not to fall to the floor. He reached in, carefully picking out each pair of underwear and slipping them into the plastic bag.
“I can see you,” he grit, throwing a knowing look over his shoulder. “And I would appreciate if the events of this trip stayed between the four of us.”
“Come, Rogers!” Thor boomed as he snuck up behind you, drawing you into a bear hug. You thrashed against his chest, before sinking with a relenting sigh into his hold. “Sister,” he whispered gruffly through a smile as Steve bustled past to the car. “I couldn’t be happier for you both.”
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Loki gave a final wave as his brother and Rogers drove away down the rickety path. Thor’s hair whipped around his temples, the window fully rolled down and his head sticking out. Loki smiled, chortling softly as he closed the door.
In the kitchen, he could hear mugs clinking.
He straightened the front of his jumper, tucking his hair behind his ears. “Right…” he breathed quietly. Loki paced cautiously into the kitchen, memorising the way the low amber sunlight bathed your skin.
A goddess, he thought. “My goddess,” he said.
You turned, surprise peaking your brows before you smiled. “Hey,” you murmured shyly. It made his stomach flip. Wiping your hands on the dishcloth, you turned. Without stopping to think, Loki strode forward and kissed you.
He didn’t want to think anymore. Not today. His tongue slipped easily between your lips, the only sound the careful wax and wane of delicate skin and the melody of gentle moans. His fingers curled around the counter-lip, caging your body as your hands slid up his sweater, tugging. There was a quiet groan as you pulled away, sucking his bottom lip between your teeth.
“I’m going to take a shower,” you said. There was a look in your eye Loki thought he would never see again. His stomach did another turn. “Oh. Of course,” he muttered politely, standing back. Fingers slid down the chunky knit of his arm, grazing over his hand. They toyed with his own as you began to walk to the door, throwing a seductive glance back over your shoulder. “Come with me?” Loki’s breath hitched. “I’ll be right behind you,” he murmured. He was sure the tremor of his racing heart could be heard in his voice. “I’d prefer face-to-face,” you winked before disappearing into the hall. Loki’s mouth gaped. The god heard the creak of the bathroom door, the thick splash as water hit the tub from on high. It’s happening, he thought; amazed.
In this unfamiliar landscape stripped of all ornament. In the wreckage of his brother’s clumsy attempts at mischief, he had found what his heart had been search for; slipping against walls of his cluttered mind. A second chance. Loki did some quick calculations, finding his feet drawing him already up the stairs. He was certain that you weren’t on birth control, he remembered hushed whispers overheard between you and Wanda months prior. At the time, it had made him very happy indeed. He was even more certain he didn’t wish to enchant you – that was a conversation for a later time.
Nerves fizzed in his stomach as he pushed open the doorway to his brother and Rogers room. Where are they? Loki cursed every creaking footstep as he picked his way around the room, but what he sought was nowhere to be seen. Steve had stripped the bedsheets, leaving them folded in military position at the foot of the bed. The god peered beneath pillows, under the mattresses. He frowned. A minute later, he pushed the door of his own room ajar. And there, on the pillow, was a box.
A yellow post-it note was stuck jauntily to the centre. Loki whipped it up with a flourishing snap, holding it at arms length as he peered down. A gift, it read. Love you Little Brother, Thor :) xx x “I bought them,” Loki grumbled, picking up the box.
It was open.
He pulled out a set, splitting them in two as he released a quaking sigh. Tossing the chosen one on the bed, he slipped the extra back in its home. Nine remained.
We might need to go to that shop again, Loki mused as he picked up the solitary condom on the bed. He held it up to eye-level, thumb pressed against the foil centre as he steadied himself. “Loki?” you cooed from downstairs. Your voice was an angelic echo, misting through tile and steam. He shuddered, cock pulsing against his trousers. He made his way carefully down the steps, memorising the way the wooden banister glided and caught against his skin. If I could live in a memory, Loki pondered as his fingers pressed against the ajar bathroom door, it would be this one.
Rich golden sunlight flooded the room from the tiny window. The ageing white tiles and fittings were perfected in its amber glow, porcelain glinting with an asgardian sheen under nature’s filter. Behind the shower curtain, you were humming; a splatter of water from your wet hair hitting the base. Loki cleared his throat.
Your face appeared, clutching the thin shower curtain by your chest. You were smiling, eyebrows raised expectantly.
“Is the beige a permanent feature of your wardrobe now? Because if it is then I may need to rethink this whole thing.”
Loki’s arms crossed immediately, tugging the cable-knit over his head. It caught beneath his ears, the tinkle of your laugh singing against falling water. After a few seconds, the jumper was discarded by his ankles.
The god’s fingers flew to his belt, making quick work of the fastenings and pushing them to his feet. He hopped out of them, standing with a sudden flourish; shoulders rolled back. You looked from the pile on the floor to his eyes, one brow raised. “The old-fashioned way huh? That’s a first.” Loki cocked his chin. He bit his lip, enjoying the track of your gaze rolling hungrily down his naked body. One finger appeared from behind the shower-curtain, beckoning. With a heavy exhale, he stepped over the bath wall.
His cock slapped against his stomach, smacking the taut skin. You stood beneath the shower head, low pressure making it pour thickly to your skull before splitting to rivers down your back and chest. Loki swallowed. Water dripped in languid streams down your arms, trickling lazily through the part of your breasts. A droplet clung to your nipple, dangling as he would his tongue on the curve.
There was a quiet rip as he peeled the top of the foil square he held. Your eyes fell to the work of his hands, smiling as you savoured the journey back to meet his smoulder.
Loki gripped his cock, one slow slick of his fist all that was needed before he rolled the condom from the tip. He moaned, eyes fluttering closed as his grip tightened at the base.
Like a dream Loki found himself looming above you, the flat of his stomach pressed against the slick of your own. In seconds, his wetted body plastered to yours; his mouth swallowing against your open lips, his hands sinking into the glossed plump of your skin. Sighs mingled with steam as he moved you with ease against the tiles, the keening thrusts of your hips matching his own eagerness. Loki groaned as your digits curled around his throbbing cock. You released a dirty moan into his mouth as one finger slid between your folds. A growl bubbled in his throat at the feeling of your silken arousal hot against his fingers. Loki felt everything. The clench of your thighs around his wrist, the tug of his foreskin against your mound through latex, the depth of the longing in your kiss. Everything.
She is everything.
“-Wait,” he choked as he pulled away from the kiss.
Water hit the nape of his neck as he watched fear blossom in your eyes. Sodden tendrils of his hair curled against your collarbone. “Are you sure?” he swallowed. “About me-,” he finished, choking on the words. Your face softened. “It never ended for me, Loki” you whispered, barely audible against the water’s slap. He melted into the fingers sliding up the base of his skull. “It was always you,” he heard you say before pulling his mouth to yours. “It was always you,” he echoed between desperate kisses. Loki sank into old habits he could live with. With one hand steadying your waist, he drew your thigh to sit on his hip. A tremble ran up his spine as you manoeuvred his cock against your heat, the skim of your breath caressing his cheek.
And with a gasp, he pushed inside.
Loki’s hips nudged upwards, savouring the drag of your delicate walls wrapped around his length. It was more than he remembered. Or maybe that was new. But every clench of your sweetness around him, every slow tighten of his ass which rocked him deeper. Every moment burned with glittering with clarity, auburn leaves falling in slow motion. Your arms rested on his shoulders. Wet skin slurped as air pockets burst and kissed together. Water ran down, pooling against hands and lips and foreheads as it looked for any way between your bodies.
His name wisped in the steamed air; chanted from breathy moans and pitched sobs of pleasure. Loki could not recall when he had been happier. Perhaps, he thought, I never have.
But the only utterance he had strength for were broken syllables of your name.
Slowly he took you. Moulded to you. Melted into you. So slowly.
Your hands tangled in his soaking hair as Loki hoisted you higher. His hands slid beneath your ass, taking all the work as you slid back and forth along his length. He would never take the supple give of your skin as his tips sank deeper for granted again.
“Darling,” he sighed wantonly. It was punctuated with a slow roll of his hips.
Your eyes flew open, rolling back as your head tapped back against the tile. He kissed down the exposed length of your neck, slurping against rivulets that paved his path.
Waves of desire undulated in his belly, burning blood-red coals that radiated jolts of pleasure from the root of his cock. It pulsed with each measured clench of his ass.
They timed him perfectly, the stammering, gasping prayers of delight heralding your climax growing louder. Loki buried his face in your neck, softly biting up your throat.
“Darling,” he moaned repeatedly as his own orgasm reared. As if the loving word would disappear down the drain between his searching fingers. The invisible string that tied his heart to yours. It always had. You came with an anguished sob, fingernails digging into the meat of his shoulder-blades. One of Loki’s hands flew to the side, grasping slippery palms against tile before grabbing the curtain.
With the lightest of his tugs, the shower rail cracked. The palm flew above your head, smacking and squeaking down the grubby tiles as Loki felt his who body clench, trembling muscles tightening.
His foot slipped against the tub, the correction thrusting his manhood one final squeeze as he came with a crushing cry of your name. He juddered, the force of his cum filling the condom wrapped snug around his pulsing cock.
Your back began to slip down the wall, legs loosening their grip around his waist; spent. But Loki held you close. There was a dreamy smile on your face as your lashes fluttered, refocusing on him.
“I missed you,” you slurred while your fingers knotted through his hair. Water hit Loki’s back as he pushed you further against the wall with a rapturous kiss, wandering hands massaging the spill of your breasts. “I missed me too,” he breathed bitterly against your cheek. A finger trailed along his jaw, tipping Loki’s chin to face you.
“But I missed you more,” he whispered. And what’s more, Loki found, it was true.
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The sun set, and then rose. Hours upon hours had passed, low afternoon sun spilling through the open curtains of Loki’s room. It was too cold to be anywhere else. But not in here.
You had lain tangled in each others arms, fingers grazing on skin between giggles and dozing and long conversations. And sex. Lots of sex.
His inhumanly long legs sprawled open. One lay bent, hanging triangularly over the side of the bed. You lay on your stomach, one hand propped beneath your chin while the other trailed lazily up and down your lover’s torso. His pale skin looked tan in golden sunlight. Loki watched you.
His eyes followed the path of your fingertips, pads dipping into every dent of muscle in their way which tightened and relaxed with each breath. Circling, dancing.
Loki shivered. A jolt of one knee rusted the bedsheet draped across his middle. You smiled, lowering to place a winding path of kisses as you edged the sheet lower. “We really should eat,” Loki murmured, stroking your hair as your lips kissed down his cock. You lingered on a taut vein, teasing your tongue along the pulse. What he meant is that you really should eat, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless. It was the little things. Loki’s sharp inhale as you swallowed the tip made your stomach flip with pride.
His chin was pointed to the ceiling, muscles in his neck straining. Onyx hair flooded the pillow, his gentle cup of the back of your head vibrating with restraint. There was a rustle as the fingers of his free hand gathered the bedsheets in a fist, clenching and unclenching as you began to suck. “After…” he groaned with an attempt at authority.
With his cock stuffed in your mouth, you sidled over his leg, pushing his knees wider as you settled in. Your arms slid under his thighs, wrapping around him.
“After,” he gasped, before Loki Laufeyson turned to writhing slut-drunk pleasure beneath your touch.
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On further investigation, it seemed you and Loki were shit outta luck.
The cupboards were bare, and it transpired that the Thor-decimated snacks you had grabbed last night between rabid lovemaking was the last of it. Loki spun, gripping the lip of the counter top. His neck was marred with purple bruises from your enthusiastic affections. They wouldn't last, but they looked so pretty while they did. “Let’s go for dinner somewhere,” he purred. You couldn’t help your snort of laugher. “What?” Loki coyed, pushing himself from the ledge. His hands slipped around your waist, grabbing your ass through the sweatshirt hanging down.
“It’s just...risky” you said, tilting your head. The two of you looked at each other.
You’d meant exposure. But sudden memories of every time you and Loki had gone out to eat flashed through your mind.
Selfies, a baying crowd desperate to touch him, autographs- on paper and skin. His endless adoration, drinking in the attention which fed his superiority complex like an assembly line while you faded from his mind. The Real World reared with the force of a slap.
“It won’t be like that again,” he murmured knowingly, tilting your chin up to face him. He gazed down through half-lidded eyes, frowning with sincerity. But he didn’t believe it. Not fully. And with trepidation, you realised, neither did you.
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“Afternoon,” the waitress chirped as she handed you and Loki a menu. You thanked her nervously and pulled your cap down.
All around you was the polite buzz of conversation, local radio playing from a speaker behind the bar. Glass windows looked out onto the lake, endless sprawling water lapping at the shore beneath the window. The sun was beginning to set. Loki glanced upwards with a brief, dazzling smile. The woman’s eyes lingered on him as he ran a finger down the menu. They roamed up his arms, the chunk of cable-knit doing nothing to disguise the muscle beneath. On her gaze went, up the exposed curve of his lovebitten neck to the messy bun of dark hair knotted at base of his cap. Her stare widened.
Shit. You could tell the exact moment she clocked the infamous carve of his cheekbones as he sucked them in thoughtfully.
With a gasp, the waitress rocked back on her heels. “I hope you don’t mind me asking,” she whispered nervously, glancing between the two of you and then over her shoulder. “But are you…” she leant closer, using a menu to shield her face from view. “Loki...from the Avengers?” Loki’s eyes met yours.
The air tingled with her excitement, vibrating unspoken words and exclamations. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment, or sudden lust. Or both. Maybe she writes fanfiction about him, you thought.
And as you looked at him, the realisation of this moment’s importance seemed to blossom in Loki’s eyes. An ache grew in your stomach.
Please, you screamed silently. Begging him. A vein in his temple twitched as he nervously adjusted his feet beneath the table. Despite her attempt at covertness, people were staring. A weak smile fluttered at your lips as the seemingly inevitable turn of events teetered on the precipice. First the pomp, then the ceremony of his public adoration.
It would break the dam. This week was different. But it wasn’t real life. You would sidle off to the shadows, wait and wilt as each and every person took their piece of him that he willingly gave.
As it always was, so it shall be.
Unless- Loki cleared his throat.
“Howay, man!” he balked in a bamboozingly accurate Georgie accent, incredulity feigned to perfection. “But I get it wi' that gadgie aw' the time.” The waitress laughed, fanning herself with a menu. “Oh,” she gasped through an awkward smile. “Well, -” she looked at you with a wink. “You’re a lucky one, miss.” Her footsteps retreated as you stared at the list of dinner options, not seeing a single one. Stunned, you felt Loki’s fingers curl around your hand. It was moist with anxious sweat against the menu.
He dipped his chin down, catching your eyes under the rim of your cap. His were wide and beautiful, the deepest, clearest blue you had ever seen. You felt breaths begin to quicken in your chest, tears of happiness threatening to spill over as his grip tightened. “No,” Loki murmured quietly across the table, the velvet tones of his own voice back in fully laden force. “I’m the lucky one.” Your breath hitched as he brought your knuckles to his lips. He lowered his gaze, pausing before raising it to slowly meet your own.
Sunset warmth cast golden hues against his skin, green speckles in his irises bursting in glittering sparks. He let your curled fingers rest against his mouth.
“I always was,” he whispered lovingly against the skin. And you believed him.
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A/N: This series has given me SO much joy and I just want to say thank you to the people who've commented and reblogged your hearts out and just all-in-all love these fools as much as I do. I honestly truly wasn't expecting it. This won't be the last we see of this AU, I have something planned. But for now, I hope the story warmed you like some pumpkin-spice cocoa.
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ashstfu · 1 month
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is dostoevsky sad?
“i can see the sun, but even if i cannot see the sun, i know that it exists. and to know that the sun is there — that is living.”
“i have a longing for life, and i go on living in spite of logic. though i may not believe in the order of the universe, yet i love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. i love the blue sky, i love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why.”
“always decide to use humble love. if you resolve on that once for all, you may subdue the whole world. loving humility is marvelously strong, the strongest of all things and there is nothing else like it. every day and every hour, every minute, walk around yourself and watch yourself, and see that your image is a seemly one ... for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. it may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side — a little happier, anyway — and children and all animals, if you yourself were nobler than you are now.”
“love all men, love everything. seek that rapture and ecstasy. water the earth with the tears of your joy and love those tears. don’t be ashamed of that ecstasy, prize it...”
“he did not stop on the steps either, but went quickly down; his soul, overflowing with rapture, yearned for freedom, space, openness. the vault of heaven, full of soft, shining stars, stretched vast and fathomless above him. the milky way ran in two pale streams from the zenith to the horizon. the fresh, motionless, still night enfolded the earth. the white towers and golden domes of the cathedral gleamed out against the sapphire sky. the gorgeous autumn flowers, in the beds round the house, were slumbering till morning. the silence of earth seemed to melt into the silence of the heavens. the mystery of earth was one with the mystery of the stars... alyosha stood, gazed, and suddenly threw himself down on the earth.”
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littlejuicebox · 2 months
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A growing brood.
Summary: Gale has just turned three years old and is adjusting to the idea of becoming a big brother. He and Astarion go out for a walk in the orchard, where the older man gets an opportunity to practice some of his stealth skills.
Tags/Warnings: all fluff, Dadstarion, parenthood, babies, mentions of pregnancy, brief mentions of Astarion’s past and trauma, idk what else
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Gale is holding a toy sword he received on his birthday as he and Astarion walk along the back grounds of the manor. The child is swinging the wooden object haphazardly as he sings a babbled song his father can’t identify.
Astarion surveys the small orchard as they meander along the dirt path. He’d been sent here with the little boy at the request of his pregnant wife, tasked with determining whether or not the trees were ready to harvest. She currently stood on the balcony of their home, waiting for her husband’s signal. She wouldn’t make the trek out until then; it had to be worth navigating uneven ground and overgrown brush in her condition.
Picking fruit in the orchard had become Tav and Gale’s yearly autumn tradition. The first year they’d spent quite a bit of time introducing the little one to new fruits he had not yet tried.
Pregnant or not, she refused to miss the orchard harvest.
Astarion is secretly relieved when he determines nothing is quite ripe. He felt Tav was pushing herself too hard, going above and beyond to make their first born feel valued as he adjusted to the idea of siblings. But carrying the twins was starting to exhaust her and she desperately needed rest. She’d already overworked herself for Gale’s third birthday party just a week ago, despite Astarion’s protests.
The elf lifts his hand and shoots a ray of frost up into the sky. He knows his little love will see the signal and retreat back into the house. He hopes she will take a much needed nap now that their son is preoccupied with his father.
“CHARGE!” Gale shouts, running forward on two stubby legs with his toy sword in the air.
“Gale, don’t run in the orchard you’ll—“ Astarion starts, but before he can finish his chastisement the little boy’s foot gets caught on a particularly large tree root. He stumbles and falls onto his knees with a soft thud and a grunt of surprise. The toy sword clatters to the ground as Gale’s small hands extend in front of him to break the fall.
Astarion thinks they really need to dedicate outdoor clothes for the child. Traipsing around the orchard in gold threaded finery simply wouldn’t do. The older man’s eyes flutter toward the back of his head in exasperation as he walks over to the three year old calling, “Are you alright, Gale?”
The toddler stands back up, dusting off his hands. His previously pristine trousers are now caked in dirt and grass. He turns and nods to Astarion before responding, “I okay, Papa!”
A brood of their free-range chickens is clustered nearby, bawking as they peck at the ground searching for insects. The noise captures Gale’s attention and he forgets his sword, running towards the small cluster of birds.
“Chickens, guess what! I free years old now!” He shouts, holding his middle three fingers up to show the fowl his new age.
But as he approaches the chickens, they scatter off, deterred by the loud babblings of the boy. Gale huffs in disappointment. And then he shouts, “CHICKENS! Get over here now!”
The chickens bawk and run further away from the little boy, much to his chagrin. His shoulders sag dramatically as he pouts.
“You’d do well to learn that you’ll catch more flys with honey than vinegar, little prince.” Astarion lectures, coming up behind his son after scooping the forgotten wooden sword from the earth.
Gale blinks at his father, eyebrows crinkling in confusion, “But daddy, chickens doesn’t fly does they? My book say they doesn’t.”
The little prince was particularly fascinated by birds. At the child’s party a week ago, Gale of Waterdeep had gifted his namesake a set of twenty six children’s books listed A through Z, each covering the specifics of one bird. Astarion had just been held hostage by the three year old and forced to read “C” for chickens twice a few nights ago.
The elf had rushed through the first reading in an attempt to finish quickly and join Tav for a much needed tryst between mommy and daddy. Gale had refused to let him leave until he read the book properly.
“It’s an expression, Gale, it means— nevermind, it’s not important.” Astarion sighs, flailing his hand in a dismissive gesture. He isn’t about to waste his time explaining idioms to a three year old, “But maybe if you approach the chickens more quietly, they’ll come up to you.”
Gale considers this and then nods, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He begins walking toward the brood, trying desperately to be quiet. He’s just a few feet away when the chickens scatter again, clucking anxiously to one another. The careful movements of a three year old are still too noisy and abrupt for the birds.
The silver-haired boy groans in frustration.
“Watch me, Gale.” Astarion whispers as he hands the toy sword back to his son.
The elf crouches lower to the ground, easily engaging the predatory behavior he hadn’t used since turning mortal roughly four years ago. But the muscle memory alone allows him to silently and efficiently make his way to the group of chickens. Long-fingered hands dart out and quickly retrieve a spotted hen from the periphery of the brood.
Gale cheers before dropping the sword once again as he runs up to his father, wanting to examine the animal more closely. The rest of the flock members instantly run away when the little boy approaches, but he pays them no mind. Tiny fingers come out to gently pet the back of the bird.
“Good job, daddy!” The child exclaims, causing the older man to chuckle.
Astarion finds it entertaining that he is being praised for catching a harmless domesticated chicken. Gale truly had no idea that, only a few years ago, his father easily downed wild boars and a few bears with nothing but his fangs.
They’d purposely bought this estate on the outer edge of Rivington as a way to meet the nutritional needs of the prior vampire. In fact, Astarion had used the wild boar infestation in this very orchard to justify a lower price point from the seller and then quickly turned around and solved the problem with his hunting in a matter of weeks.
One day, Gale will know more about his father’s past.
But not today.
Today, Astarion is just a daddy catching a chicken.
Perhaps that’s who he truly is. Perhaps he doesn’t have to cling so hard to who he thought he was.
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A light drizzle abruptly ended the walk in the orchard. Astarion scooped Gale up and hurriedly returned to the manor; the last thing he and Tav needed was the little boy catching a cold.
They were wearing a set of matching drenched curls when Astarion plopped his son on the back porch.
“Papa…” Gale starts, looking down at the toy sword he’s fiddling with in his hand, lost in thought.
“What is it, little prince?” Astarion asks as he removes his mud-caked boots before crouching to help his child do the same.
“When my other babies born,” He continues while lifting a leg, trying to help his dad remove the dirty shoes. The little boy had always referred to the twins as “my babies” and his parents simply shrugged it off as one of those strange things kids do, “You gonna love me, still, right, Papa?”
Astarion pauses.
Shit.
This was the type of sensitive, vulnerable, soft stuff that Tav usually handled so smoothly and Astarion felt sure he always fumbled.
The older man slowly places the child’s shoes down and then peers into his son’s round, emerald eyes. Gale was growing to be a much more sensitive and empathetic boy than Astarion had anticipated. The child might be the spitting image of his father, but his disposition certainly leaned more toward his mother.
It was something Astarion simultaneously feared and wanted to fiercely protect.
“Yes, Gale. I will still love you when your little brothers or sisters are born,” Astarion murmurs, bringing his hand up to gently brush it through his child’s unruly, wet curls, “You’ll still love me, won’t you?”
Gale nods and grins at his father as the worry in his little body fades away, “I love you always, daddy.”
The older man pulls his son into a hug, mostly to avoid Gale catching a glimpse of his father blinking back tears, “I will always love you, too, Gale.”
The elf lifts the little boy back up and heads into the house, planning to get them both into a fresh change of clothes.
The child may now be three years old and have two other siblings on the way, but whether he is three, thirty three, or three hundred… Gale will always be Astarion’s first baby.
And Astarion will always love his little boy.
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honeykaes · 8 months
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heart's loyalty
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pairing: kazuha x femme!reader II 2.7k
warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, heavy angst, use of she/her pronouns and descriptions of afab!reader, based on feudal japan, arranged-marriage with scaramouche, reader is a foreigner, exhibitionism, public sex, praising, body-worship, fingering, creampie, character death, cheater!reader, can be read as yandere!scaramouche, unedited
synopsis: kazuha never thought that when he was assigned to protect daimyo kunikuzuishi’s wife his loyalty would shift from the shogun to you and when you asked to run away with him, he couldn’t deny you.
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Early fall was one of Kazuha’s favorite times of the year. The heat from the summer was beginning to drift away as leaves would slowly float down from his favorite maple trees. He loved the garden in the small manor of the daimyo’s wife as it captured his favorite scene perfectly.
As he turned the corner of the manor, he saw your form. You were sitting on a large rock next to the tall maple tree, giving you shade. A solemn gaze had taken up your face as maple leafs slowly drifted down around you. You revealed your hands from the sleeves of your ornate yukata, picking at a small loaf of bread you threw a yard away towards the koi pond.
His autumn-tinted eyes softened, heart warming at the side of seeing you, yet a small sadness clawed at his heart seeing you so depressed. He couldn’t fault your emotions as if he was trapped in a loveless marriage, he couldn’t smile all the time either.
You were a foreigner picked to be the wife of Daimyo Kunikuzushi by the Shogunate, Raiden Ei. She wanted access to your country's military and weaponry that came from the West as a deterrent from anyone who sought to challenge her power. Therefore, you became a sacrificial pawn to a game of chess you had no means of playing, let alone winning.
He remembered the night you first came to the estate as he walked the quiet halls before hearing your sobs coming from the other side of the sliding door. He was merely randomly assigned to be your personal guard by the daimyo for his skills in sword fighting but his lack of heart to actually fight in conflicts unless necessary. 
When he slid the door open, seeing your shocked and tearful face turn in shock that night, he struggled to come up with the words to even greet your depressed form, not knowing what he could say to stop you from crying. He merely walked up and bowed, getting to his knees and lifted his head down, vowing both to you and to his heart to try to give you a better experience of the many years you had awaiting in the country of Inazuma.
As Kazuha walked closer to your form in the garden, your eyes flickered to him—light returning in your dull gaze. He sat besides you on the rock, looking up at the rings of light that managed to escape the maple leaves before placing his pale, calloused hand on yours and weaving his fingers.
A bond between the wife of the daimyo and the samurai guarded to protect her happened gradually but remained strong, leaving both of them longing to be with one another openly. But, when daimyo Kunikuzushi left to return to his larger mansion or to visit the Shogun, it was him that got to warm your bed every night, joined together in a secret but passionate union.
Kazuha was thankful that hardly any workers were at this estate before a small number. Here, they were free to pretend they were together. 
But it was only pretend; a reminder Kazuha so sadly acknowledged whenever the Daimyo would return to break that fantasy.
Kazuha felt you squeeze his hand tighter as he turned his head to your form. You stared out to the koi pond, watching the fish swim in circles in the small patch.
“My bird…you know the one I have in my room right?” you asked in a low voice. Kazuha nodded as you sighed, throwing another small chunk of bread to the pond. 
“..I let it fly free from its cage. When I went to feed it today, it was looking out to the sky. How could I not? A bird isn’t meant for a golden cage” you mumbled. You loved that bird with every fiber of your being, Kazuha knew letting go was harder for you than you let on. Kazuha lifted his intertwined hands with yours to his mouth, offering a tender kiss on the back of your hand.
“...I’d go with you in case you decide to follow that bird and leave your cage,” Kazuha replied. You briefly smile before lips curling downwards into a frown, throwing the remainder of the bread in the pond.
“No, you couldn’t Kazuha. Your loyalty was pledged to Shogunate Ei and Daimyo Kunikuzushi. You’d end up getting killed for treason if you decided to escape with you,” you whispered. Kazuha let his hand go from yours, bringing it up to caress your cheek. His thumb brushed against the skin, feeling the warmth from your cheeks.
“I am only loyal to those in my heart,” he murmured, closing the gap between you as his lips graciously captured your own. Your bodies eventually got closer as the samurai's hand refused to part from your cheek. You whispered out his name, wrapped your hands around his neck to kiss him deeper.
You gasped feeling his hips buck and grind at your thigh, parting his lips with heavy breaths.
“We can’t do this here…in the garden. Someone could see—” Kazuha briefly silenced you with his lips before leaning out, trailing his lips along your neck.
“I dismissed everyone to go to their courtier. Only you and me remain in this garden,” he whispered, nipping at your earlobe. You softly chuckled before leaning in to kiss the samurai once more as his hands began to paw at your clothed thighs. His hands snuck past the fabric of your yukata and their hadajuban, cupping their cunt eliciting a breathless sigh from you. His lips continued pecking along your neck, so delicate and quick as if a butterfly was landing on them.
Kazuha finger brushed against your clit as jolts of pleasure wavered throughout your body. You ground your core against his hand, desperate to get more friction from the pad of his thumb. He pressed against the bundle of nerves, offering quick circles to it. You whined once more, shifting from his touch.
“Always so lovely and soft for me, my lady,” he murmured, voice muffled as he pressed his mouth against your nape. Your arousal was beginning to drool out of your hole, coating his finger that was toying with your clit with the essence. As his ministrations went faster, two fingers prodded at your entrances—teetering back and forth—before finally allowing them to sink into your cunt. 
As you moaned out his name, you quickly covered your mouth, muffling the soft moans Kazuha so desperately wanted to hear from you. Your walls fluttered against his fingers slowly plunging themselves deeper inside of you. He soon curled them up as he pumped them, your body jolting as he finally found what he was looking for.
Your walls clamped down pulsating against his fingers curling and moving themselves inside of you to massage that spot. Your hips gyrated and grinded, nub from your clit beginning to slightly burn in pleasure.
“That’s right, my dove. Just let yourself fall into the pleasure,” he whispered deep in your ear as his free hand made way to your clothed breast. He gave it a squeeze, moaning lowly himself as if he could perfectly visualize the pair out as he did before. He shifted in his seat, rubbing his thighs together as his cock pressed firmly against the thin fabric of his fundoshi.
His tongue darted from his lips, planting a long stride against your neck, tasting the salty sweet mixture of your sweat and lotions on the skin. His mouth settled against your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps to sprout throughout your body.
“Please don’t deprive me of your beautiful voice, dove. I need to hear how I am making you feel,” he moaned, lifting his hand away from your breast to the hand covering your mouth. As he gently moved it away, the corners of his lips curled in delight hearing the soft groans elicited from his fingering continuously pumping themselves inside of you.
“Kazuha..ha! I’m gonna…please! I’m gonna…!” you moaned out, voice beginning to rise in tone from Kazuha’s pace increasing. He quickly leaned forward, capturing your lips once more as you finally reached your high shivering in his touch, hips grinded against his hand.
As he leaned away, Kazuha’s gaze was half-lidded and darkened in lust. Both of your lips are glossy with a translucent string of saliva connected to the pair. His gaze softened once more, admiring your afterglow of your climax.
“You make me feel so drunk as if I was a fool. How easy you tempt me, my dove…” he whispered, sliding his fingers out of your cunt as you whined. His hands snaked through the fabrics once more, revealing the coated digits.
“Perhaps, I should have waited to have you in your chambers. You always taste so divine,” he hummed to himself, pressing his fingers against his mouth. His tongue curled around his fingers coated in your slick, cleaning them before rubbing the excess saliva against his yukata.
“As sweet as always but alas, I don’t think I can wait anymore,” Kazuha groaned. You soon found yourself up on your feet, pinned against the base of the tree as Kazuha’s eyes drank in your disheveled form. 
Kazuha quickly disrobed, pulling his trousers and fundoshi off and exposing his cock against the cool early fall breeze. His haori decorated in maple leaves fell along the gravel of the garden as well, leaving him completely bare as his cock lulled against his toned, pale lower stomach.
He tenderly wrapped his hand around his length before letting out a breath sigh, slowly jerking it as his cock pulsated in his grasp. His base soon shined in precum, now coated on his head that budded from his flushed tip. Kazuha’s gaze rises to yours curling his lips into an amused, and slightly mischievous smile, witnessing your eyes avoiding to look down at his length.
“This isn’t the first time I've had you like this. There’s no need to be embarrassed, although you are rarely cute like this, my dove,” he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. You gnaw on your bottom lip, feeling his heavy cock rest against your thigh.
“I-I know that! But we’re outside…,” you whined. Kazuha chuckled, kissing the other side of your cheek.
“Just as our ancestors before us and the animals that roam along these vary lands. There’s no need to be embarrassed, I promise it is just us here and no watchful eyes except my own,” he reassured. You shyly nod as Kazuha’s hand made its way to loosen the obi and grabbed onto the fabric of your kimono, revealing your breasts to him.
He leaned in once more, pressing a kiss against the valley of your breasts before lifting your leg to his hip, exposing your drooling cunt to his gaze. The tip of his cock nudged against your sensitive clit as you whined once more, gliding along your slit as he struggled to find your entrance. With a soft grunt, he finally finds it allowing him to finally sink into your warmth. His pace was slow and deliberate, grinding his pelvis against your entrance.  
You moaning out his name was his favorite melody as you wrapped your arms around his neck, allowing him to plunge deeper inside of you. The soft noises of nature around you were eventually drowned out by the snapping noises of skin coming to contact with one another and your breathless sighs of pleasure. 
It was overwhelming, feeling your walls desperate to pull him in deeper and fluttered against his sensitive cock. His other hand found it way to your covered ass, squeezing it tightly to push your bodies closer to one another.
“I always find myself spellbound and so captivated by your ethereal form…forgive me for losing myself, my dove,” he moaned, pressing his face against your nape. His pace soon grew faster.
“I will always be yours, no matter what,” Kazuha grunted, strokes becoming faster. Your body bounced at his relentless pace as weaker branches begin to shake and tremble from his pace. Kazuha’s blunt nails dug into the plush skin of your thighs futility trying to sink deeper inside of you, muffled whimpers of your name escaping from his lips. Snapping his eyes shut, Kazuha reached his peak as thick ropes of cum shot inside of you. His hips bucked—weakly thrusting—as he slowly came down, leaving a kiss on the nape of your neck.
“Ah…how could I let myself become undone before you…” he softly chuckled, lifting his hand away from the globe of your ass to toy with your throbbing clit to cease your whines. You squirmed in his grip, grinded against his cock still nestled deep inside of you plugging the cum that was threatening to leak out. He grinded his hips, feeling your walls slowly caved down, pressing tighter circles against your clit
“That’s it…you’re almost there…just a little more dove,” Kazuha hummed, flicking your overstimulated clit rapidly. Your back arched, leg shivering in pleasure as you finally reached your high. Kazuha peppered kisses against your nape.
“There you go…such a good, little dove,” he cooed. 
“Kadehara.”
Your eyes softened as you placed your hands against his flushed cheeks.
“Kaedehara Kazuha.”
Kazuha snapped his eyes open, looking down at the gravel—the pain of the rocks pressed against his legs kneeling down. His eyes felt heavy, skin much sweeter than usual as a pure white kimono clung onto him uncomfortably. When he went to move his arms, the tight rope burned against his wrist as they stayed in place bound behind him.
He finally leaned his head up, observing his surroundings. Familiar faces of his comrades were sat around a courtyard, varying faces of disgust, disappointment and anger on their faces.
“...You will be executed for treason against the Shogun,” a woman called out, with a decree in her hands. There his name was, written in kanji, penned by the all-powerful Raiden Ei,
“Ah.. that was right,” Kazuha slowly whispered to himself. He buried himself in a dream to forget the nightmare that was his reality.
He remembered that day, as your bodies were still joined together, you gently clasped his face and pleaded that you needed to run away, to be with him and happy. Just as he pledged before, Kazuha happily complied, cleaning the two of you before packing a small rations and cash to get on the next boat leaving Liyue.
He thought, together, they could make it. He was skilled enough to fight off against ronin or his old comrades.
What he didn’t expect was the skilled power Daimyo Kunikuzushi had. Kazuha knew him to always have others do his dirty work. It only took a half a day for him to find you two with ten men at his side. The servants must have reported the pair or he arrived at your manor earlier than you thought—you weren’t sure how and why he was able to know where you two were headed.
Pinned down against six samurai, all Kazuha could do was reach out to your crying and screaming form, desperately reaching out for his hand. It was as if the world had slowed watching your form slowly disappear from his sight as he was rushed to be arrested.
He knew you would be physically alright, but you’d be put into a smaller cage and under a more watchful eye by the Daimyo.
Him, however…
Kazuha’s eyes drifted up, feeling the weight of a hateful gaze glare down at him. Kunikuzushi stood behind him, a katana by his side.
One man he knew to be Heizou, solemnly got up from his seated position, walking over and behind him, covering Kazuha’s eyes with a white cloth. Kazuha sensed Heizou left to return back to his position—the samurai’s eyes waiting in hesitant anticipation for his death.
Hearing a katana unsheathe from its hilt, the corners of Kazuha’s mouth lifted into a smile before closing his eyes. His mind conjured your image once more; how he wished he could see your smiling face one more time. He’d sadly have to leave you lonely for now.
“Do you have any last words,” Daimyo Kunikuzushi seethed out. Kazuha could feel the twisted smile on the daimyo’s face, relishing that he was about to die by his hand.
”I followed her to this life and I will follow her to the next.”
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