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medicus-felini · 6 months

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Weather in the new world was a mystery, even with all their talented meteorologists on that island, nothing could have warned them about a tropical storm in the middle of a peaceful evening. One which Mr 3 so dearly invited Linn to finally paint these little figures made of wax of her crew. Over the grass with a view to the sea, it sounded perfect. They had barely started it when the wind hit— thunder and rain following after in a heartbeat. A wax umbrella wasn’t enough to protect from the rain, but it did get them back at the protection of the artist’s atelier. There, upon noticing the switch didn’t work as no light turned on. Galdino used his power to light on the chandelier in a golden hue of lights that made the main room visible again. “Probably a tent that hit the main powerline. Well~ there’s no other more useful than me in these situations, ga ne. Candles are my thing after all. Saa~ let’s get you some clothes, shall we? Mr Eustass won’t like it if the doctor on his ship comes back with a cold—Also there's no better opportunity to partake on Mink's culture than that, isn't that right? Fu ha ha ha ha!” After searching through his wardrobe, Mr 3 offers her a towel, a blue wool jacket with his moniker’s number engraved three times as amusing as it can be together with proper pants that would fit her.

After leaving her, Galdino went to dry himself and change as well. Stopping by the large window frame of the main room, sat in a relaxed way as a towel hang from his shoulders in a simple more casual clothes. It was impossible to keep his silly hairstyle without the proper help of a hair dryer so he chose to just leave it loose with a few upkeep strands over the shoulder and face. Upon seeing her, a prideful smile took his expression. "Page 4, chapter 3 of my notes. Exchanging clothes is a sign of friendship and affection in mink culture! Missy Linn has been such a marvelous company in the past months—Consider it a vote of trust from yours truly, ga ne.” He fixed his hair, putting a bang over the ear.

He reached for another towel, holding it open in hands with an open invitation. “I barely could dry my hair off. Did you have trouble with your fur? Shall I help, ga ne?” ((things that could easily be a starter buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut cough cough hope its alright im new here))

@waxgentleman `♡´ Only Candlelight (Semi-Plotted???)

Linn is usually quite fond of water, if it is not coming from above and is anything colder than room temperature. Despite them planning their meet-up on a day that was foreseeing no storms, on the opposite, it should be a warm day with barely any wind and rays of sunshine all the way, not a cloud in the sky. She learns yet again that the weather can be unpredictable.

With a nod in gratitude, the feline takes both the towel and the outfit that Galdino offered her. Ivory fur drenched in the cold and quite salty rain from being close to the sea quickly dries with a few hearty rubs, which led to her looking all nicely fluffed up for a moment. What a coincidence; they nearly wear the same size.

Some minutes pass. The mink doctor now all dressed up in her friend's warm and, more importantly, dry outfit, the jacket hugging her body, fur and the inside of the fabric in a comfortable embrace that leaves the woman humming in approval. The soft candlelight distracts her slightly; her eyelids lower gently with a purr. ❝ Hm? Oh, you did your homework yet again. It is indeed a sign of great friendship and trusssssttt-...❞

Oh? He got rid of the hair ties. That must be the first time she spots him with anything other than his certainly special hairstyle. Yes, letting his hair fall loose would make sense; it wouldn't dry at all if Galdino kept it up all day after being caught up in the rain. But this reveal comes so casually and unsuspected! Linn's lips tugged up in a nervous smile, an unsure chuckle, while not able to gaze away from this new revelation.

❝ Ah, y-you know, I might be a little soaky here and there. Thick fur... you wouldn't understand, tehe...❞ A blatant lie. The cat was dry, fluffy, looking like she was actually freshly blow-dried. What a cheeky little attempt to get a closer look at Mr. 3 without being obvious. ❝ I would not say no if you suggested helping me dry up a bit more? Just if it is not inconvenient, of course. ❞

#waxgentleman #I mean we talked about it so not really plotted but teased each other???#Dont mind the cheesy thread name #God I instantly felt cozy I love how you write scenery I wish I could do it like you ♥#I would punch that chandelier btw I am not normal I would punch it like some cat trying to play with it until it is destroyed #HE IS SO CASUAL ABOUT IT SIR CAN YOU LOOK INTO THE MIRROR #Linn can lick him dry you know how cats do it #⚕ ⦅ Consultation hour. ⦆⠀⠀/ ic .#⚕ ⦅ Candlelight dinner. ⦆⠀⠀/ Galdinoverse .

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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still thinking about the idea of reiner fucking affirmations into you…dear god.

making certain that you were satisfied in all aspects was Reiner’s one and only goal in life. Farming aside, loving on you was the only thing he wanted to spend his time doing. Sometimes, he’d place all other obligations aside and devote his entire day to attending to your needs. Whether it was gifting you a shopping spree, taking you out to dinner, or just spending quality time together. Especially when you’re having an off day and he catches wind of it. You’ll try your hardest to hide it but your husband can always sense your energy, good or bad. So even if he fills the backseat of your Benz Truck with shopping bags, takes you to get your nails done and or even treats you to Benihana, he knows what it is that you really need…

“That’s right, darling..you’re doing amazing. Breathe with me, okay?”

Ah!—Rei..”

after making it back home, and just in time to beat the impending thunderstorm. But it made for the perfect scenery to the sweet lovemaking that ensued behind the bedroom doors. Candlelight flickering around your naked bodies, soft music playing and him spanking further inside of you. Feeding that sweet little sex deep, gentle strokes..ensuring that you feel each one and just how much he loved you. His large, slightly calloused palms clasped with your own fingers. It felt so magical…so amazing, as if you were being taken to new heights. Fucking you so good with immense passion. All the while, he never took his eyes from you, even when he began to feint and feel himself becoming weaker from the constant pounding; overwhelmed by your warmth. But his desire to feed and pour into you was greater!

“You’re so beautiful, sugar. You know that, don’t you? Do you know how much of a gift you are?…to me, to everyone?..”

muttering those words whilst moving that plan to your forehead and glaring into your tear filled eyes. Kissing away those tears with a smile on his face. You’d nod your head but he needed you to truly believe it. Believe that you were every bit of the amazing woman he knew and loved. To reciprocate the feelings that he felt; to share the same obsession he had with his beloved (y/n). “You’re so perfect, sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real.” Grunting amid his thrusts. “You deserve this..you deserved to be fucked this good every single night..you deserve everything you want in this world, sweetheart. I love you so much..”

all of which prompted you to sob tears of joy. Gasping and hyperventilating as you felt yourself nearing your peak. He’d continue filling your ears, mind, heart and soul with all sorts of loving, kind and gentle words. Including how he was thankful that he got to one with you..that he was blessed to have you as his wife and sharing the rest of his life with you. And he’d ensure that you not only understood those words but agreed with each one before he allowed you to reach your climax..”Are you hearin’ me, darling? Do you understand?” getting a nod from you before he planted a sloppy peck to your lips.

“Good, now come f’r me, sugar. Come for me, and let it all out..”

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ironvy · 2 months

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sputnik sweetheart !

Jing Yuan x fem! reader, fluff, not proofread. tags; @121231212i & @https-mika.

Jing Yuan awoke to tranquility and a discernible patter of drizzle through the ominous quietude. He gazed at the ceiling for some time, then pivoted to his side.

His golden eyes perceived as you wallowed in a book at hand and sporadically turned the pages, basked in the mild flicker which the candle on the table emitted, a constricted luminosity against the overcast night sky. Condensed droplets trickled down the windowpane, distorting the scenery beyond.

Jing Yuan shifted close to you. His face nestled on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist, ‘may I inquire why you’re up at such a late hour, sweetheart? Hmm?’ Jing Yuan’s tone was grumpy, and his breath emitted a salubrious warmth as he pressed kisses on your neck.

‘Uh—’ you set your book down on the table. Turning towards Jing Yuan, you cupped his cheeks and kissed his forehead. ‘Nothing much. The rain woke me, and I was unable to return to sleep.’

‘Is that so?’ he chuckled. His fingers trickled down your face. ‘You should’ve attempted though, yesterday was fatiguing…’ his eyes surveyed the outside.

‘Yeah but… I couldn’t.’ you rolled your eyes.

‘Then I shall no further leave you to resume reading in such dim light,’ Jing Yuan laid, gesturing for you to lay beside him.

You extinguished the candlelight and tucked yourself under the bedsheets by his side. Jing Yuan drew you closer, your head now pressed against his chest, his fingers repetitively trailing through your hair. ‘Sleep well…’

side note. I know it's terrible, but! I just wanted to get it done so I can focus on writing for blade.

jemvia, 2024. do not copy, share, repost, or re-upload my work on any website without prior consent.

#hsr fluff #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #hsr x reader #hsr #jing yuan fluff #fluff

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 21 days

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For full headcanons: What do you think a lazy day with the M6 would look like? Say that somehow MC and their love interest have a free day all to themselves to just relax.

The Arcana HCs: Lazy Days with M6

Julian

He's been looking forward to this. Did he tell you that he would try to sleep in? Maybe. Does he succeed? Unfortunately not

However, not needing to head straight out the door to the clinic means that you get to sleep in and wake up to the sight of your relaxed doctor leisurely sipping some coffee in bed next to you

As much as Julian savors the delights of domestic life, he's quick to get a little stir crazy. How about an outing together?

For a dramatically roguish nerd like him, an "outing" could mean getting dragged to a leech convention, watching a play, doing something legally not-so-recommended, or visiting a library

Either way, since the point of the day is to be lazy, he's more likely to want to head home come evening rather than stay out

Does he enjoy social time? Sure, but even more than that, he cherishes you. He can meet you for dinner at the tavern any day, but he doesn't get every evening completely free like this

Dinner is peaceful, intimate, and slower than usual because he insists on eating by candlelight which means not being able to see your plate very well

The way his eyes feast on you instead of the meal makes up for it

Asra

Nobody can match this magician when it comes to lazy days

They. Are. Sleeping. In. They aren't even going to think about getting up until the sun is high enough to fill the room with golden light and the street outside your window is bustling with activity

Even then, the tranquility stays. There's no part of the day when the pace picks up. He'll move with you slowly from the bed to the kitchen with a sleepy smile, prioritizing snuggles over cooking

And that's how the day goes - lazing from the cushions to the kitchen for more tea and snacks, trading silly stories and engaging in the occasional tickle/pillow fight between books

Asra will start at least one experimental craft, only to put it down halfway finished because focusing on you is way more enjoyable

Right around sunset, they'll need a change of scenery. That will most likely take the form of taking you by the hand and pulling you into their oasis for some prolonged snuggles and whimsy time

However, being predictably unpredictable, there is the 25% chance that he'll decide he doesn't want to keep a lazy pace all day after all, and pull you out into the darkening streets for an adventure

Either way, it ends back in bed, gazing out the window at the stars

Nadia

Oh, she needs this and she's been planning for it for weeks

Everything is set up ahead of time. All pressing matters have been dealt with, and she's delegated responsibilities so that unless the world starts to end, someone else will have to handle it

She is going to indulge in every relaxing moment she's been putting off and she's going to do it without lifting a finger and you are going to join her for every blissful moment

She rarely has time to sleep in and hold you, so she is taking her fill

Breakfast appears at the door to her chambers when she rings her bell, and after sitting you in her lap and taking turns feeding each other, she's drawing you into her private bath all set up for spa day

With her mind carefully blocked off of work, she'll turn her attentions to you. How have you been doing? What's been on your mind? Tell her something about you she hasn't heard yet ~

Since you can't spend all day in the spa, she does take a couple hours in the afternoon to herself in her tower. Your company is delightful and refreshing, but even she needs a moment alone

Dinner happens on the veranda, just the two of you in a nook hidden from view, lounging on cushions and savoring a slow night

Muriel

Lazy days ... kind of happen whenever one of you needs them to happen. Living self-sustainably in the woods has its perks

At the same time, there's some daily duties that just can't be skipped - feeding the chickens, drawing water, etc

Lazy days are what happens when one of you looks at the other of you and you both know you need a break. A day without all the added routine tasks, a day to just breathe for a little bit

Lazy days start by spending the day before getting ready to rest

Waking up is one quick trip to throw a bucket of feed at the chickens before darting back inside to warm up next to the veritable furnace that Muriel becomes under a blanket

Breakfast happens late, sitting by the fire instead of at the table, slicing the loaf of bread between you as you want more and toasting it idly while Inanna steals the crumbs

If it's a chilly, rainy day, you spend it adding logs to the fire from the pile you built up yesterday and curling up with each other under the furs. On sunny days, you might lie down outside

Maybe you talk, maybe you sleep, maybe you work on a craft - but it passes in peace and quiet and grounded, steadfast love

Portia

Does Portia need a lazy day? YES. Is Portia good at lazy days? Not. At. All.

Sometimes existing in Portia's presence means idly wondering if she subconsciously found the secret to perpetual motion and she's very busy trying not to forget it. She just never stops going!

Lazy days happen when you and the Countess gang up and make sure she has 24 hours of a clear schedule when she's on the verge of burning out and is in desperate need of a reset

The day starts by dragging her back into bed and telling her she's not allowed to make breakfast until she's slept as long as possible

Breakfast itself consists of trying to help her snap out of "work work work must get the next task done" mode while you brew some tea. The most effective way to do so is to put Pepi in her lap

After that, the day is delightful. Spending the rest of the morning and early afternoon lying on a picnic blanket in the garden, reading books and eating snacks and watching Pepi chase butterflies

The evening always involves visiting Mazelinka for family time. (It's also the best way to make sure Portia doesn't have to cook)

And nighttime - nighttime is for fireflies and pillow forts and kisses

Lucio

Lucio likes suggesting lazy days every day

Which means that, when the time does come to have one, the first word out of his mouth is "FINALLY."

He's been ready to take a slow day for weeks!! He needs this!!

Sleeping in is essential. If you try to get him out of bed before noon when there isn't a reason to he will start a riot

Went out the night before and maxed out his budget buying all the pastries on sale at the end of the day. Breakfast consists of him wolfing down sugary flaky dough at 1 PM, without leaving bed

He got them for you too - which is how you're presented with the sight of him beaming, shirtless, sitting in a ray of afternoon light with the sheets rumpled around him as he holds out a bite for you

The sugar high is enough to make him antsy. Yes, this is a lazy day, but lazy days are supposed to be enjoyable, and is a day even enjoyable if you haven't gone out to enjoy yourself?

Luxuriates in taking twice as much time to do his eyeliner

Saunters around the square of wherever you're visiting with your hand in his, pointedly ignoring the board of job requests

Stays up super late to savor every last moment of the day off

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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losersiren · 19 hours

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I really enjoyed your Regency Era yandere story! I would love to see a second part where he earns her affection back and proposes!

Notes: AH, THANK YOU! Maybe, in the future, I'll write a whole fic about Ambrose proposing. But for now, here's how his proposal would go from the top of my head.

Yandere! Lord, who, after months of courting, piles of love letters that made the mail coach dread delivering to your estate and taking you out on many splendid and lavish outings of carriage rides throughout every road in the city, afternoon tea that was filled to the brim with treats only royalty could enjoy, and lovely walks along the pier. And, of course, secret rendezvous in the nearby forest away from the public’s scrutiny eye where you both could be yourselves. He decides to ask your father for your hand in marriage, and as the words of approval leave your father’s mouth, he's out the door!

Yandere lord! Who, if it were his idea, would’ve asked for your hand way earlier. Yet, he was a patient man for you and waited for you to fall for him entirely, and when you dropped subtle hints about desiring an engagement, he immediately marched to your father.

Yandere! Lord, who already had your engagement ring prepared years beforehand, even when he was abroad. It was a valuable little thing. It wasn’t just a big stone on a gold ring; no, it was made carefully with thought. The ring is engraved, and it is not just one heavy gem– it is a large jewel surrounded by other smaller ones. Each placement was placed for a purpose.

Yandere Lord! Who announced the news to his father one evening and when The Earl rejected the idea entirely. He didn’t take that very well. It’s a shame his father became bedridden; it was almost as if someone repeatedly throughout these past days put drops of strychnine in his meals. It's a pity that his father won't attend his wedding, but alas, what can you do?

Yandere! Lord Who plans your proposal meticulously, ensuring everything goes soothingly and accordingly. He decided to propose when you both would but off in the forest. It was late at night near a small lake, a picnic laid out with your favourite foods, desserts, and drinks. The fireflies (which he anticipated to appear) decorate the small area, setting the mood more than any candlelight could; the small body of water is graced with a layer of blooming water lilies.

Yandere! Lord, when your back is turned away from him, gazing at the beautiful flowers in the water and complementing the scenery. He kneels on one knee, holding the ring box towards you. When you suspect something is in the midst because of how silent the loud-mouthed lord is, you turn to face him, only to be met with his sincere yet vulnerable gaze.

Ambrose delicately says your name. “You’ve bewitched me, body and soul, if you’ll only grant me the honour to become your devoted companion in this life and more by allowing me to become your husband.”

“Will you marry me, My sweet?”

End notes: Ambrose's dad is getting reversibly traumatized by his own son....

#losersirencaught #male yandere #yandere blog #yandere imagines #yandere drabble #yandere male x reader #x reader #yandere x darling #yandere thoughts #yandere headcanons #yandere oc x reader

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oldfarmhouse · 4 months

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https://www.pinterest.com.

#winter scenery #christmas #candlelight

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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Magdalene with the Smoking Flame

[modern! photographer • Aemond x female]

[warnings: oral sex, dirty talk, domination, sexual tension, fluff]

[description: Aemond is a photographer dealing with works referring to the painting of the old masters. His sister poses in class for a girl who catches his attention. He decides that she would be a perfect model for one of his photos. Lots of sexual tension and slowly built fascination.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

This is Part 2 of story: Girl with a Pearl Earring

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After the exhibition she officially became Aemond's model. He did not explain to her why he made such a decision and why she had to pose for all the photos, but she didn't ask about it. Deep down, for some reason she was excited to be in front of his camera again.

Being a painter and portraying others gave her the feeling of being somewhere behind, in the position of an observer. She could transfer all her thoughts and feelings about the model with a brush to the canvas or board, show her expression and sensitivity to colors and light.

When she was a model, all the more so, she was in the spotlight and had to demonstrate new, previously unknown skills. She also did not hide that she was glad that he was the author of the photos on which she was. After his version of Girl with a Pearl Earring, she decided to trust him completely on this matter.

Aemond wrote to her a few days later and outlined what he had planned. Now he wanted to target the works of George de La Tour, and more specifically his series with the figure of Mary Magdalene.

He created several paintings with her, and Aemond wanted to replicate all of them because they had similar scenery and lighting. All of de La Tour's paintings were based on candlelight, soft and subtle. Aemond wanted to try to recreate a similar effect.

Mary Magdalene's outfit consisted only of a white V-neck blouse and a red skirt, so she sewed them easily for herself. Aemond told her that he would take a mirror from his house and get a skull, artificial of course, but one that would look like a real one.

They met during a break between their classes to work out the details. Aemond wanted to prepare her for the fact that the session would be long and exhausting. She, however, was full of enthusiasm and didn't care at all, much to his satisfaction. They stopped mid-exchange when one of his classmates tapped Aemond on the shoulder.

"Oh, finally I can meet the famous Girl with a Pearl Earring!" Cregan said, extending his hand to her. She smiled and shaked his hand. She recognized that boy and knew that he also did portrait photography. His works was usually black&white and very minimalist.

“Indeed, you have a very photogenic face. I don't think Aemond would mind if I borrowed you for one photo shoot, would he?" He asked with a smile, and she looked at Aemond uncertainly.

He stared at Cregan, his jaw clenched slightly, but he said nothing. Aemond and she didn't sign any contract so she could really do whatever she wanted. She decided she had enough work to do with her paintings. She didn't want to be further distracted.

"Sorry, I haven't finished my paintings yet." She said softly, looking at him apologetically.

"This would be a quick shoot, I promise it won't take you long." He said amused, and Aemond suddenly exploded, apparently losing his patience.

"She told you she had a lot of work to do. What else do you not understand?” He asked, looking at him annoyed. She pursed her lips as she felt the atmosphere change suddenly. Cregan backed away from his reaction.

"I understand. Anyway, have a nice day." He said and continued down the corridor. She looked at Aemond but he looked away, pressing his lips together. She thought he regretted his outburst.

After he presented her photo in an exhibition, there were a lot of rumors about how she got herself a place with the dean's son. The girls Aemond had been in the year with had the most gossip. Neither she nor he brought up the subject, but they knew that everyone around them thought they were sleeping together.

He cleared his throat loudly, apparently returning to his neutral, cool state, and looked at her. His gaze softened a bit.

"See you on Tuesday."

***

She came to the studio ahead of time knowing he'd be there. Aemond gave her a surprised look, he was setting up a still life for her to sit and pose with.

"I'm not done yet, you'll have to wait." He said quickly, putting the mirror in the right position, staring at the print on the table. She walked over to him with a smile.

"I came early to help you." She explained, taking the candlestick in her hands. Aemond accepted her company without a word, and the two of them reached for more items and set them down, stepping back once in a while to see what it looked like.

“The candle in the painting is thick but short. To keep the composition right I bought a similar one, but unfortunately we won't have much time to take a good photo before it burns out. I'm afraid an additional light source will be needed."

Once everything was ready she went to get changed. She put on her shirt and skirt, then wrap her belt around her. The shirt had a deep V-neck and puffed sleeves. Because of how the original looked, she decided not to wear a bra underneath. Fortunately, the shirt wasn't transparent and only the outline of her breasts was visible.

She left the room and saw that Aemond had turned off all the lights, leaving only a lit candle. When he saw her, he froze for a moment, looking at her intensely. Her long hair was completely loose.

"Come here. Sit down.” He spoke low and calm as if the atmosphere of the room, the darkness surrounding them and the candlelight gave him a sense of solemnity.

She scurried barefoot across the floor quickly, sitting down in a chair, placing the skull on her thighs. She placed her hands on it as she remembered it was in the painting, and turned her head slightly backwards.

Aemond looked at her and approached her slowly. She inhaled sharply as he lifted his hand and gently turned her cheek, tilting her face away.

"Yes. Stay just like that." He said and she heard the sound of the camera shutter.

"It looks great." He grunted contentedly. He walked over to her again and adjusted the fabric of her skirt to make it fit better. His nearness and his scent made her dizzy.

She flinched as she felt his fingers in her hair. He swung them slowly over her back, running his thumb over her skin, exposing her neck more. She felt her pulse quicken. He didn't take his hand away for a moment, and she couldn't see the expression on his face because of her position.

He finally pulled away and she heard the shutter click of the camera again. Aemond was pleased with the result and said they could move on to the second setup.

She stood up and looked at him uncertainly. Her heart beat uneasily as she saw how dark and gloomy his gaze was. He stared at her, standing in the shadows as if he was about to devour her.

She swallowed loudly and sat down facing the table this time, leaning forward. Aemond had to go to the other side to take a picture of her proper profile. The skull was placed on top of the books and was supposed to be reflected in the mirror. She rested one hand on her chin, the other on her skull, staring straight ahead.

"Lean more forward. Yes, exactly." He said.

She shivered as she heard him walking towards her. His hand grabbed her hand, the one that was on the skull. She opened her mouth slightly feeling his touch, felt the space between her thighs tighten, all wet. He moved her fingers slightly away from the object.

“In the painting, she barely touches that skull. She rests her fingertips on it." He said, trying to gently put her fingers in the right position. She felt her hand tremble. Aemond must have felt it, but he said nothing. He pulled away from her, studying her form from a distance.

"Good. Look more forward, not down. Yes, stay like that." He said and she heard the shutter sound again. Aemond must have changed the previous candle for a new one. He took a few more close-up shots and ordered them to go to the final setting.

She stood up again, feeling her legs tremble. She realized with embarrassment that she was aroused, her wetness literally dripping down her thighs.

She tried not to look at him as she shifted her position, sitting sideways to the table again. She rested her face on her elbow, looking to the side, her other hand resting on the skull in her lap.

Aemond took the mirror away and placed several thick books on the table instead. Her lips quivered as she felt him standing behind her, slide her shirt off her shoulders, letting it drop just a few more millimeters and her nipples would be visible. She felt herself hot and swallowed hard, feeling beads of sweat on her neck.

She looked pleadingly at him as she saw him kneel down in front of her and lift the fabric of her skirt, so that her bare knees were visible. She knew that was exactly what the figure in the painting looked like, but the way he touched her made her whole body tremble. She thought she had never felt anything like this before in her life.

Aemond didn't look at her. She thought he was going to get up and move away, but he didn't. She stifled a moan and swallowed hard as she felt his hand brush over her bare knee and calf.

He leaned down slowly and kissed gently the bare skin of her thigh. She wondered, staring at him with her mouth parted if this was really happening. Her hot core pulsed around nothing at the sight, and she felt her nipples harden.

She felt his hand slowly return from her calf up to her knee, moving to her thigh, rubbing her hot skin with his thumb. She watched in disbelief as his fingers lifted her skirt higher and pushed aside the delicate fabric of her underwear.

"Jesus." He whispered to himself, staring in wonder and delight at the space between her thighs, all hot and wet. His thumb ran over her entrance, dripping with her juices. She threw her head back and, unable to stop herself, moaned softly.

He leaned over her wordlessly, his lips brushing her entrance as if he were kissing her lips. She shivered with pleasure, moaned loudly, involuntarily raising her hand from skull towards his hair. She started to breathe louder when she heard him undo the belt of his pants.

Her hips began to move involuntarily towards his face as she felt the gentle caresses of his tongue. He teased her with it, not inserting it all the way, licking everything that came out of her. They both started panting, all she could hear the wet click of his tongue and the quick, mechanical movements of his hand somewhere below her.

She had never been so turned on before in her life. The silence that reigned around them, the darkness and the light of the candle made her feel that this was not really happening. She thought it was some blissful dream that she would soon wake up from.

She sobbed as she felt his tongue quicken, pressing against the top wall of her hot core, massaging it where she felt the most pleasure. She thought with horror that she was about to come on his face, and there was nothing she could do about it. Her thighs responded greedily to his caresses, wanting to feel him more and deeper.

Her breathing became ragged. She drew in a deep breath and froze, her mouth slightly parted. After a second, she threw her head to the side and moaned loudly, coming so hard she felt dizzy, squeezed her eyes shut, her body convulsed. She heard his muffled groan.

He shivered all over, panting heavily, his hand suddenly released, his tongue thoroughly licking everything that came out of her. They were both panting and purring softly, delighted with what they had experienced.

Aemond gently moved away from her and grabbed the fabric of her skirt, pulling it back over her thighs as before. He got up slowly, wiping his mouth, quickly zipping up his pants. She saw drops of cum on his hand out of the corner of her eye.

He wiped his hand on the fabric on the table and reached for the camera. He looked at her through the lens as if nothing had happened.

"Good. Now you look like Mary Magdalene who deserves penance." He purred contentedly. "Lay back down just like in the painting."

She felt her whole body still tremble from the unearthly orgasm she had experienced. She shifted in her chair, swallowing loudly, and rested her head on her elbow, hiding her face in shame in her trembling hand.

"Yes. Keep your eyes on the flame. Don't purse your lips so tight." He said calmly and she did as he asked, loosening her lips slightly. She heard the sounds of the camera shutter. Aemond took a series of photos of her. He lowered the camera, staring at her with a mixture of admiration, lust, and desire.

"Perfect."

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A 5 Star Morning in the Alabama Hills National Scenic Area by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: While at a roadside pullout along Olivas Ranch Road with a view looking to the west across a desert landscape. This is in the Alabama Hills National Scenic Area. The backdrop of mountains is part of the Mount Whitney Group range of the Sierra Nevada mountains. Lone Pine Peak is probably the most recognizable one in the image middle, just left of center. Mount Whitney is in the middle image, just right of center. By angling my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward, I felt I was able to create a more sweeping view across the desert landscape leading up to the mountains.

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dearestspirit · 1 year

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-> diluc x gn!reader

-> exes to lovers, slight angst but happy ending

-> wc: 2995

-> note: deals with some of diluc's backstory (i may have gotten some aspects of it wrong but that's in order to insert the reader into it and have it make sense). also reader has a vision/weapon but i don't specify what element/type they are

rain pours from the sky, muddying your boots as you walk along the dirt path. it was likely that the thunder and lightning would start soon, making you hurry your steps. you were on a journey from the city of mondstadt to liyue harbor. the trip would overall take four days (and another four back)– though the current weather would delay your travel by some time. unfortunately, this stretch of road had almost no places to take up shelter in. having just come from springvale, it'd take some time until you reached any other people. especially consider the next inhabited place you'd get to would be dawn winery. if there wasn't any lightning by the time you made it there, you reasoned with yourself, you'd keep going right past it. of course, the weather was not in your favor.

lightning began to strike, making you jump at the volume. huffing, you pull your cart of belongings behind you, trying to trudge faster through the soggy ground. the wheels bump through stray rocks, exerting much of your energy to keep it on track. you emerge through the heavy covering of trees to come face to face with the dawn winery. warm lights flood from the window panes, looking welcoming. still, it brought a tinge of nausea to your stomach. would it be worth it to knock on the door and see if they had a spare room? you figured the chances of diluc being there were low, and trying to hunker down and make your own shelter would likely result in some sort of injury to yourself. plus, adelinde was always extremely kind, so surely she'd allow you to stay at least until the rain passed. sighing, you clumsily heave the cart up the stone steps to the front door. knocking, you immediately hear steps making their way over, opening the door.

you fumble around with the items in your cart to avoid looking at her, embarrassed at your current predicament. "miss adelinde, i apologize for the sudden intrusion. is it possible i could come inside until the rain passes?" a long pause of silence follows your question. growing slightly irritated, you look up. "sorry, if i can't stay-"

oh.

"diluc." you mutter, feeling as if your luck's growing worse by the minute.

"(name)," he says, eyes boring into yours. "it's been quite some time. i'll call for adelinde to bring you in. leave your cart outside, it'll be taken care of."

"actually, i think i'll be on my way," you mumble, waving him off. "sorry to have bothered you."

"don't be foolish," his voice is stern, quickly taking hold of your wrist as you turn away. "there's no shelter for miles. it's not safe for you to be out."

"fine. only until the weather eases, then i'll be out of your way." you sigh, letting go of the cart's handle and allowing yourself to be gently tugged indoors. finally shielded from the rain, you notice how drenched your clothes are. a sudden chill runs up your spine, hugging your arms close to yourself.

"i'll have adelinde fetch you some clothes." those are the last words you hear from diluc as he shuts the door behind you and disappears further into the winery.

you let your eyes wander through the scenery, taking in the warm candlelight. the rug below you starting to soak up the drops of water that cascade off of you. part of you feels guilty, wondering if it'd damage the fabric in any significant way. almost every item in this place cost more mora than you'd see in your lifetime. multiple lifetimes, really.

as if she read your mind, adelinde is quick to speak up when she sees you. "don't worry about getting anything wet," she says, handing you a fluffy towel. "i assure you we can pay for any necessary repairs. just pat yourself down, then i'll escort you to the bath where you can wash and change."

"and where will i be staying?" you inquire, hands working to dry off any excess rain.

adelinde takes the towel from you, dabbing off a few places you couldn't reach.

"well…" she mumbles, eyes downcast as she fiddles with the towel in her hands. "since this is such short notice, we are unable to have a spare room prepared for you. we currently have some family of staff staying as guests, so…"

"so i can't stay?" you ask, worried about where you'll go for the night.

"you'll have to spend the night in master diluc's room, i'm afraid." her voice is nervous, treading lightly as if on eggshells.

you sigh, shaking your head with a clenched jaw. "i won't like it, but as it's only for one night i'll just have to make do. i appreciate that you've done what can be done, at least." despite your feelings towards diluc, there was no reason for you to harbor any ill will towards adelinde.

"i see. come, your bath should be drawn by now. i've arranged it so that spare clothes will be ready for you there as well." she takes you by the elbow, guiding you throughout the manor. you watch the walls pass by, noting how little had changed since you were last here. it left a somber ache in your chest, choosing instead to keep your eyes towards your feet. adelinde quickly ushers you into a fanciful bathroom, bubbly water steaming in a pristine tub.

"you can leave your clothes in here once you're finished, i'll collect them and make sure they're clean for you in the morning," she points towards a basket in the corner of the room. "conveniently, we found some of your old sleep clothes here from… well, anyway, i'll be outside. just knock when you've finished washing and dressing. i'll bring you to diluc's room."

"i know how to get there, you can go if you have other duties. i don't mind taking myself there." you say, knowing the way to his room was practically etched into your memory.

"of course. take care, (name)." she bows, curtsying her uniform and stepping out of the bathroom.

you start to peel the wet clothes off, fabric clinging to your cold skin. clumping them together into the basket, you finally submerge yourself into the warm bath water. the gentle scent of lavender wafts throughout the room, calming your anxiety ridden thoughts. diluc was right. it had been quite some time since you'd last seen each other, much less last time you actually spoke to each other. your life now consisted of frequently avoiding his tavern and the winery as a whole, so any chances of stumbling upon each other were slim. no matter how much the citizens of mondstadt would try to drag you to a tavern, you always insisted against it. truthfully, it had become a bit exhausting. this whole time trying to convince yourself you didn't care about what happened between you two… would you be acting this way if you really didn't care?

shaking yourself out of your thoughts again, you focus on scrubbing the rainwater off of you. combing your nails through your scalp, you sigh at the cleansing feeling of the shampoo. rinsing any suds off yourself, you hurry to dry and redress yourself. maybe ridiculous, but you felt if you went through the motions faster that the night would end and you could be on your way. clothed, you find yourself almost trembling as you open the door, thrust back into the reality of where you were.

the hallway rug is soft beneath your bare feet, comforting you as you close the bathroom door. your body is on autopilot as you head to diluc's room, hand coming up to gently knock at his door. his room is secluded, far off in the back of the manor. that fact used to bring you a sense of relief– the sense that it was just you and him. now, the thought made you a bit anxious. no, you weren't scared of diluc himself, rather, the confrontation that was sure to occur. you shift your weight between your feet, patiently waiting for diluc to either tell you to come in or open the door himself.

moments later, the door opens to reveal diluc. he's shed himself of his normal attire, adorned in his sleepwear. he clears his throat, eyes trailing over your frame as he inspects your own clothing. it was a matching pair that kaeya had gifted to you to give to diluc, as a joke. he had given it to you with a smile, mentioning something about you two being lovebirds. the memory stung a bit now, having been replaced with kaeya's sympathetic gazes towards you. diluc shuffles around, holding the door open and gesturing you inside. much like the other rooms of the manor, not much had changed. he watched as your eyes roamed the room, landing on a few picture frames upon his nightstand. one of crepus, and one of the two of you together. you turn to him, mouth opening to question him about it. the question dies in your throat, mouth closing as your thoughts run wild.

"(name)..." his whisper is raspy, reaching out. when his fingers brush across your arm, he almost winces at the touch. shocked that you're really there. pulling back, he breaks eye contact. "i won't force you, but we really should talk."

"i'm not sure there’s much left to say." you blatantly lie, fully aware that he can tell.

"even if that were true for you, it certainly isn't for me," he says, hand falling to the small of your back as he gestures for you to sit at the edge of his bed. across the room, he moves to sit on a sofa, facing you. "i've had lots of time to think about what happened."

you scoff at his words, crossing your arms. "so have i. four years of thinking, actually."

he nods, yet doesn't say anything. you assume he expects you to continue, so you do.

"you didn’t tell me you were leaving. not even a letter goodbye," your voice is immediately wobbly upon recalling the events. "you didn't write to me a single time. all i had to get by were vague hints that you were alive from kaeya. it seems that you wrote to everyone except me. it's not that i don't understand why you left, i do. and i don't have any resentment for you leaving. i know i would've done the same. but… i would've supported you, diluc. so why didn't you let me? why'd you have to push me away?” your voice gets hoarse, throat rough with emotion. your fists curl into the fabric of your sleepwear, shutting your eyes tight to ignore the urge to cry.

you hear him sigh, the creak of the sofa alerting that he's stood up. he makes his way over to you, sitting down. your legs touch, a faint hint of heat in your cheeks. it had been so long, yet still he made you feel shy somehow. his hand comes to rub at your back, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin fabric of the button up. he always ran hot, something that brought you a lot of comfort. after spending the night in the rain, you could feel yourself leaning into the feeling.

"it wasn't that i didn't want you, nothing like that," he says, gaze fixed on you. "i was dealing with dangerous people. even i barely escaped death a few times. if i had written to you, or you to me, and one of my letters were to get intercepted? if they learned who you were to me? i wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you due to my actions. i couldn't let you get hurt. why i left was entirely related to what happened before. i… care for you a great deal. please understand." diluc wasn't one to lie about something like this. he was raised to be an honest, good man, and he never strayed from that. even with your history, you could tell his words were sincere.

"diluc… as i've already said, i do understand why you left," you say, looking up at him. "i have my own vision, and i'm more than capable of handling my weapon. do you really think that i couldn't handle myself if someone were to go after me? kaeya told me some of what you dealt with. traveling teyvat, going into snezhnaya, fighting fatui. i've had my fair share of run-ins with their agents. i'm still here.”

"i don't think you're weak at all," he's quick to say, understanding your insecurities with your strength. "i, perhaps foolishly, thought that these actions would leave you the most unscathed. i was dealing with one of the highest echelons of the fatui, i didn't want… i didn't want them to use you against me, or mondstadt, even. after the things that happened with my father, i became even more protective of the places and the people that i… love." you can see the way he gulps, looking away once he finishes his sentence.

you blink, trying to process his words. of course, before his departure, you had been together. you two were much younger back then, not having the courage to speak those words– 'i love you' was not necessarily a need when it showed endlessly in your care towards each other.

"do… you still feel that way?" you ask, voice timid.

"protective? or the other thing?" he nudges his shoulder against you, a teasing lilt to his voice.

"diluc," you groan, exasperated. "you know what i meant."

he laughs, a deep chuckle from his chest. the hand on your back trails upwards, cupping your cheek in his palm. his thumb caresses the skin there. "to answer your question, yes. i do still feel that way." his voice is breathy, barely reaching your ears.

swallowing thickly, you fiddle with your hands in your lap. "i think… i do too. even when you left, i was upset, but… i was worried most of all," you sniffle, a tear dropping down to diluc's thumb. you can feel him tremble, frowning at the sight. "i thought i'd never see you again. i know you're strong, and so, so capable, but… it felt like every day i had to grapple with the fact you might be dead. so when you came back, i wasn't ready to process that you were alive."

"i'm sorry." diluc says, heavy with regret.

"don't apologize," you shake your head, hand coming up to wrap around his wrist that's holding your cheek. turning your head, you let your lips press against his palm. "i understand now why you did what you did. i'm sorry it took so long for us to talk about it."

a blush settles on his face, the red practically glowing in the lamplight of his room. despite his flustered state, he doesn't look away or move his hand. "what happens now?"

"well, tomorrow i have to set off for my journey to liyue once more. when i return, perhaps we could spend some time together?" you tell him, trying to not be too forward or rush headfirst into anything.

"i think that's an excellent idea," he finally removes his hand from your face, standing up from the bed. "i'll put out the lanterns, i believe it's time for us to rest. you have a long expedition ahead of you."

"i know," you exaggerate a sigh, flopping back against the bed. "almost a whole week and a half without me, whatever shall you do?"

he laughs, shaking his head. "yes, it will be terribly long without you." he falls forward, laying next to you, gently slinging an arm over your waist.

blushing at the close contact, you put a hand on his chest to keep some space between you two. "you've gone longer without me, haven't you?"

"yes," diluc sighs, a hint of sorrow behind it. "but now that i know you're here once more? now that we know of each other's true feelings… it seems even more difficult to not be beside you."

"i'm sure you'll manage," you mumble, arms wrapping around his neck to ruffle into his hair. "though i wouldn't mind company during my travels, at least until i'm out of mondstadt."

his eyes widen briefly, a subtle smile making its way onto his face. "i'm sure that could be arranged. that's not too long that it'll disrupt any of my personal duties." he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"seems like you're feeling affectionate." you say, secretly thrilled to be so close to him again.

"forgive me," he mumbles, sheepish. "i've had many dreams like this. of you coming back to me. i suppose i'm eager to see you… and to feel you near me."

"dreams?" you ask, curious.

"don't tease, but yes," using his strength he pulls you even closer to him, relishing in the warmth. "like i said, i care for you deeply. i've always wanted to be with you. it seems even my dreams were aware of that fact."

"i hope that having me back is better than your dreams, then," you turn to your side to face him, bringing your arm around him to place a hand between his shoulder blades. "i have longed to feel you near me as well, diluc."

he hums, chest rumbling against you. "tomorrow, when we wake, if you'll let me… i'd like to kiss you. for now, i'd like to keep you warm throughout the night." he noses at the juncture of your neck, tickling the skin there with his breath.

you nod, already feeling the drowsiness settle into your bones as you lay together. "it's been a while since i've slept this warmly. i'm happy to have you here, diluc." you tell him, your whisper fading into the night.

#diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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Unlikely Affection Chapter 8: The Yule Ball and the Interesting Afterparty**

Authors Note: Tumblr is finally caught up,and the smut has arrived!

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for reading so far and for the likes and reblogs!

I looked at myself in the mirror again, fiddling with my floor-length cream-colored skirt, spinning slowly in a circle. I smiled to myself as the golden celestial pattern shined through in the candlelight. The deep red bodice hugged me perfectly and the puffy sleeves made me feel like a medieval princess.

Normally getting dressed up and attending grand balls was more of an annoyance than a privilege, but this time was different. I was at Hogwarts instead of Rosbell Manor, surrounded by my friends instead of my Grandfather’s ministry companions and I was going to spend the night dancing instead of shaking hands and greeting everyone while my Grandfather discussed what he referred to as “confidential auror business”.

When I finally made my way down the stairs to the Great Hall, I met Edwin by the large ornate doors leading to the winter wonderland-decorated hall. Edwin had asked me to accompany him to the ball, mostly because he knew he could impress the Hufflepuff girl, Marigold Greenway with his dancing skills. He had an enormous crush on her but every time he got close to asking her out he lost all of his nerve.

When he looked at me his jaw dropped “Woah, I've seen you in these kinds of things before, but I think Iferous outdid himself this time.” He winked, holding out his arm for me to take. “Thank you, kind sir.” I laughed and accepted his arm.

We found a spot on the edge of the dancefloor, shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the crowd of students. Everyone was in complete awe of the scenery, it was so beautiful. The three large Christmas trees were littered with white snow, magical snowflakes fell from the charmed ceiling and the ice sculptures were in abundance. Every time I looked in a new direction, I found something beautiful to grab my attention.

Then I saw him, standing with the other teachers, the look of complete disgust for even having to be at this event plastered on his face. It had been about two weeks since I quit my position as his assistant, and I had spent most of the time actively trying to avoid him. Not that he noticed, he returned the favor by barely looking at me in class. I couldn't understand how he could act as though I am the one who wronged him by quitting when he treated me so poorly at the end of it.

I could feel the rage surging in my belly as I looked at him. I averted my eyes as he turned and looked in my direction. I gripped Edwin's arm tighter and he looked at me and then at Snape and just shook his head. “When are you planning to kiss and make up?” I shot him a glare “When he stops being an ass.”

Suddenly, we were pulled from our little spat as the Hogwarts orchestra began to play and the champions marched into the Great Hall and to the dancefloor with their partners for the first dance of the evening. Everyone was clapping madly until Professor Flitwick tapped his baton on the podium, signaling the band that they were about to begin.

The crowd of students fell silent as the waltz began to play and the champions began to dance. “I think Harry could have done with a few more dance lessons,” Edwin whispered in my ear and I giggled. The poor kid could fend off a dragon but had a horrible case of two left feet. “Poor Parvati.” I grimaced.

After the champions twirled around the dance floor for a few moments, they were joined by Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, everyone clapping as we watched them dance together. One by one more couples flooded the dance floor and to my shock, Edwin stepped out in front of me and held out his hand, bowing “Care to dance, mon cheri?” I smiled at his ridiculous display but took his hand.

He twirled me once before we began dancing the waltz with the rest of the couples. Edwin looked down at me as we danced and chuckled. I raised my eyebrow “What?” I asked and he made a subtle motion towards Snape with his head “He looks like one of Finnigan’s potions before it explodes.”

As we twirled I glanced over at the dungeon bat, Edwin was right… he was pissed. His hands were clenched at his sides and fury was evident in his eyes. “You're right. But I don't see why he is so pissed off.”

Edwin rolled his eyes “How thick are you?' ' he spun me before continuing “He likes you Aurora. Could you imagine having an intimate moment with someone you can never be with, trying to act like nothing ever happened while she parades around the castle with some incredibly handsome bloke her age?” I snorted at the last bit and he winked at me continuing his lecture “And now to top it all off, she is now at a ball, waltzing with said handsome bloke? I know you don't think he likes you, but how many signs are there going to be before you open those big blue eyes of yours?”

The waltz ended as Edwin finished talking and everyone that didn't join in clapped. He took my arm and led me to one of the tables. “I really don't know about this Eddie, What if you're wrong and I confront him? Then I make a huge fool of myself and still have to spend the next two years around him.”

Edwin and I argued quietly about me talking to Snape until the dinner was finished and the band ‘The Weird Sisters’ was announced. I’m pretty sure the entire castle was shaking with the squeals of the students as they ran to the dance floor. Edwin asked if I wanted to dance again and I shook my head, this was not my cup of tea, I am more of a gramophone classical girl.

While Edwin joined the mosh pit, I walked out of the Great Hall and towards the carriages in the courtyard. It was snowing and cold but the castle was incredibly beautiful at night and the stars were shining brightly.

“You will not be excused from lessons if you fall ill due to being outdoors without a cloak.” I jumped, turning around quickly. There stood Snape, his arms behind his back and a stone-cold expression etched on his face.

I placed my hand on my chest to try to calm my erratic heartbeat and glared at him. “It would be lovely if you could clear your throat or make some sort of noise when you creep up on someone… Professor.” He returned my catty tone with a huff, walking slowly to stand beside me.

“Why are you not enjoying the ball?” He asked after a moment.

“Not my type of music, I prefer a nice classical piece over screaming and yelling into a microphone,” I responded flatly, crossing my arms over my chest in an effort to warm myself up a bit.

We stood in silence for a few moments before I finally spoke up. “I spoke to Professor McGonagall. She seems to think you regret whatever you did that offended me. I would have you know that I was not offended by anything… I was merely fed up with you rebuking my assistance when it was my job to assist.”

“I gave no thought to you being upset with me Astrill. However, your indecent thoughts during class are highly inappropriate and need to be addressed.” My mouth fell open and I looked at him in utter shock.

“If you would stay out of my head, you wouldn't hear my thoughts.” I gritted my teeth, squeezing my arms tightly. “And due to the fact we are now speaking openly to one another, Edwin and I are not a thing… never have been, never will be. So you can stop acting like you are annoyed that he and I spend so much time together.” I continued, venom seethed from my voice.

Snape looked over at me, seemingly bored at my outburst. He was about to open his mouth to speak when two Ravenclaw boys burst from the door in front of us, horseplaying in the courtyard.

“This is not the place to discuss such things, We will continue this discussion in my office in thirty minutes.” I nodded, rolling my eyes “Fine, I will see you then.”

After telling Edwin that I was going to talk to Snape, I made my way to the dungeons.

I knocked softly on his office door, expecting to hear him instruct me to come in at a distance like every other time. But this time was different, he himself opened the door for me to enter. He stepped to the side so I could enter before he closed the door behind me. He pushed me against the door and kissed me hard. Pinning me between his body and the cold wood. It felt so good to finally give myself to him and I hoped that he wouldn't stop.

His kisses traveled down my neck and I was left gasping for air as his hands roamed my body over my dress. "Touch me, please," I begged and he smirked into my skin. "As you wish." He sank to his knees in front of me, bunching the skirt of my dress up in his hand and holding it against my waist. Guiding my leg over his shoulder, he gently kissed my mound over my knickers and I bit back a moan. My head fell back against the door in pure ecstasy from just his small touch of my heated flesh.

He pulled the black lace to the side, looking up at me for confirmation. When I nodded he delved in, licking and sucking on my bundle of nerves. I bit my lip, desperately trying to stop the moan that was threatening to come out. After a few moments of toe-curling pleasure, he stopped and rose to his feet. I groaned at the loss of contact, and he chuckled

“I want you bent over my desk, clothing off, except for your delicious little underthings… now.” He demanded

“Anything for you, sir,” I whispered playfully, grabbing his noticeable erection, before I walked over to his desk, my dress pooling onto the floor, leaving me in just my knickers and bra. He groaned when I bent over the dark wooden desk, my rear displayed to him. The nervousness washed over me when I felt his cotton trousers rub the backs of my thighs. His hands explored my body, running over my bottom, his fingers slipped into the waistband of my knickers, pulling them down to my knees, kissing up my thighs as he made his way back up, leaning against me so I could feel his hardness against my ass.

“I need you to be honest with me, pet.” He purred into my ear, kissing my earlobe. “Have you ever… been intimate with anyone?” I lifted my head a bit so I could see him over my shoulder.

“No sir.” I gasped as he rocked against me.

“I will go slowly, If you feel any discomfort you must tell me.” He whispered and I nodded.

“I must confess.” He began, kissing my shoulder and down my back “I have thought about this moment many times since the kiss in my chambers.” He moaned, situating himself on his knees between my legs. I whimpered when he guided me to spread my thighs apart, leaving me completely exposed to him.

"Be as loud as you like, no one will be able to hear your screams of pleasure." He growled before he ran his tongue through my dripping folds.

"Merlin!" I gasped, grabbing the edge of his desk.

I jumped slightly when I felt two of his fingers prodding my entrance. "Relax darling." I nodded and I could feel him stand again, his fingers still ghosting along my soaking sex. Finally, he slid those deliciously long fingers into me, my eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned loudly. “You are incredibly tight dear.” He groaned, his lips returning to my clit, sucking on it gently while his fingers continued stroking my insides. The sensation was completely foreign but it felt like I was floating on a cloud of euphoria and I was so close to release from just his fingers and his mouth, I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have him inside of me and I was so ready to find out.

I whined when he pulled his fingers out of me, giving my swollen clit one last kiss before standing up. His painfully hard erection pushed against my ass through his trousers. His hands traveled up my body, and when he reached my throat he tugged me gently so my back was arched against his front and his hand squeezed my throat softly, his breath tickled my ear when he whispered “Be a good girl and lay on the desk facing me. I want to watch your face when I slide my cock into you for the first time.” I groaned at his words, obeying his commands and sitting on his desk.

He kissed me hard, pushing my chest slightly, telling me to lay back on the desk. “Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?” He asks unbuttoning his trousers. I nodded, biting my lip as I watched him pull himself out of the confines of his cotton pants. “I need to hear you.” He demanded.

I whimpered when he stroked my folds with his hardness. Up and down, coating himself in my wetness. “Yes or no, Pet.” I was about to explode, I needed to feel him inside of me. My walls were pulsing with want and I couldn't imagine myself saying no to him at this point.

“Please,” I begged

“Please what?” He smirked, rubbing himself against me up and down again, only torturously slowly this time.

“Please, sir.” I groaned

Finally, he pushed himself inside of me and I squeezed my eyes closed, nervous to make eye contact. He stilled when he reached the deepest point, his tip bumping into my cervix. “How does that feel?” He asked, placing sweet kisses along my jawline.

“You feel amazing.” I breathed “Please keep going.” I begged, biting my lip.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered in my ear and my eyelids fluttered open. His dark eyes met my blue ones and he kissed me, pulling out ever so slowly and pushing back into me. My head fell back exposing my neck to more of his kisses while he fucked me.

The desk creaked at the force of his hips ramming into mine. He grits his teeth while he ruts into me and my body shakes with my imminent release. “Severus, please don't stop… I’m so close.” I whine and he fucks me harder, gripping my hips with enough pressure to bruise. “Cum for me… I want to feel you give yourself to me completely,” he grunts and I come undone at his words, my insides squeezing him like a vice. He reaches his peak only a few moments later, his body falling limp on top of mine. His sweat-covered forehead rested on mine as we breathed heavily together.

“That was-” he started but I cut him off

“Incredible.” I panted and he chuckled, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

After catching our breath, he stood and offered me his hand. When I took it, he pulled me up from the desk, my legs wobbling slightly and he chuckled. I adjusted my undergarments and he handed me my dress, which was now slightly dusty from being on the dungeon floor.

When I slipped on my dress, I felt him walk up behind me, kissing my neck as he zipped my dress for me. I hummed quietly and leaned into his kisses. "My sweet Little Star, how I longed for that moment." He whispered into my hair and I smiled, turning to face him.

Pulling out his wand, he pointed it towards me. Instantly my post-sex hair was returned to its previous state and my dress and makeup were back to being perfect. "And might I add, you look incredibly beautiful this evening." I curtsied and he smiled.

“Did you call me down here for this reason, or did you actually want to speak to me about our little disagreement?” I asked, sitting in the chair across from him.

“No, that was not planned, a bit of a spur-of-the-moment decision. However, If you would like to discuss our disagreement, we shall.” He gestured for me to start talking and I just shook my head. “I would prefer not to ruin such a glorious moment with talk of a stupid argument.” I smiled and he nodded in agreement.

“I don't believe I have to tell you that our activities this evening cannot leave this room.” He spoke seriously but I knew that he was not actually worried about me telling anyone. “Edwin will figure it out, I know he will. He has been saying you’re jealous of him and me for weeks, and now I disappear during the ball to speak to you in the dungeons, he may act like a dunderhead but he really isn't.”

“I suppose you are right, if he figures it out so be it, but do not outwardly tell him everything.” Snape stood, holding out his hand to me. I accepted and he pulled me gently from my chair and held me close to him.

“What exactly is ‘everything’ professor?” I asked and he kissed my forehead.

“I would like to say we are in a secret, monogamous, intimate relationship…That is if you will have me.”

I leaned up and kissed him slowly, when I pulled back he smiled down at me. “Is that a yes? I must impress upon you the importance of telling no one. You are my student and this is completely unethical but for some reason, I am drawn to your damned kindhearted spirit and I refuse to let you slip away.”

“I understand, and my answer is yes. However, I need to return to the ball before Edwin starts to get more suspicious.” He nodded and I kissed him again, taking his hands in mine and squeezing them softly before I made my way to the office door to leave.

“Oh and Miss Astrill.” I turned to look at him “I expect you to resume your post as my assistant, effective immediately.”

I laughed and rolled my eyes “I will see you tomorrow…Severus.”

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Joe Cole imagine

This one is for @shelundeadxxxx (i see you bestie), and @fckyeahjoecole (wake up bestie wherever you are, its been 5 years since we heard from you yet your posts are curing my new obsession), and @moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown cause you are hoe for this man just like me.

You can find more of my imagines in my book Imagines on wattpad.

Hope you enjoy as much as I enjoyed getting lost in this daydream and eventually sitting down to write it.

Text came on 21st of July out of nowhere when y/n already thought it will be another cold summer.

'You me 9pm screening'

Joe never forgot his friend and deal they made on one of Ed's dinner parties or was it on some other occasion they gravitated almost always toward each other naturally pulled through people who's attention never brought peace like that of a friend in mischief. They would find each other and leave the crowd or stick to each other making rounds settling in corner with champagne and micro cupcakes making up what they taste like cause trends all seem to be tasteless left to one's interpretation, making fun of pumpered faces who only knew to call them out for being themselves.

They were going to see Oppenheimer together, on opening day. It was pinky promise sealed with smiles that even from shadows put candlelight to shame.

They meet outside, under glow of newly installed Barbenheimer titles at entrance, when heat died down a bit, and dusk rushed to its paintbrushes coloring hastily sky in purples and blues, overneeded relief in scenery. 'Hey you!' Joe excitedly greets coming toward y/n. As she was watching him come closer, mental image appeared and it grew bigger until he was in his full John attire walking John walk spreading his arms sassy and coy, feisty edges softened to gentleness and consideration irl. Perhaps this is why its so easy to fall for actors: they can be anybody they can play into any role we think of in our heads, its easy to imagine them following another script, no one knows who they really are, a mold for imaginative minds, perhaps even they don't recognize the reflection without all the makeup and pretence, it's easier to look at world through anyone's eyes but your own. They share their significant handshake, he doesn't part but pulls her in quick hug and they fall in easy chatter of laughs and jokes. It was hard to believe y/n will see any of the movie cause his eyes held her whole world and attention and thoughts captive. No imagination could compete with real thing. Drown me in you, for i am sinner.

In one incredibly brave moment during movie, Joe looked over at his friend, in darkness he can let go of his shyness social restraints loose it's okay to give air to your feelings and appreciate the moment indulge in secret admiration he will mask with smile when caught; from blue shadows playing on her face thought arose flickered into wonder what would cillian think of them together, if maybe he had it already figured out, he wondered if it's possible to love without flexing about it, if anything can survive without going through ordeal of condemnation, and he was pained to conclude this friendship is too sacred for world to touch it with their critical prejudicial opinions. But then she smiled at him quizzically and he knew he thinks too much. Love finds a way. It curves like river changes environment reshapes the world until it finds its freedom.

Neither wished for night to end. It was too late to chase one masterpiece with another, so they decided to meet tomorrow at same time to see Barbie.

They walked from cinema aimlessly wandering through town, hoping they never run out of pathways that lead to merging point from where no goodbye needs to be said again.

He held her hand never letting go laughing as she laughed at stars, pulled her back and spun her around in the middle of street under street lamp, slow danced night away, until sudden rain sent them running opera reaching its crescendo. They stood under his jacket he kept overhead covered stage them main characters , everything is funny if company is non judgemental, pitter-patter matching musical of hearts clock ticking midnight, y/n was lost in haze from when he put his arm around her in the dark and kept it there through breaks and credits as she showed him reaction memes that were already pouring Internet and they compared their experience with 'same. Omg so true. He killed it. Omg yes that part was something else'

She stayed the night, on his couch. He left the door open so they never feel too far away, he didn't want to keep walls when around her, he was tired of feeling forced separation from what he wants, forced pretence forced silencing of hapiness found.

On brink of slipping away, he realised he didn't kiss her. There will come time for that. Right words aren't born yet. But it's all in the making.

They went to show love for their friend Cillian but it was all masterly planned and excuted excuse to show love for each other.

In the morning, they checked the earliest showtime for barbie and went cause they were too excited to wait and there was no real reason to, since yesterday turned into tomorrow, friends turned to I never want you to go, time was theirs to make or break but they were way ahead of doubt it can't catch them now. Joe only smirked when y/n pulled bright shade of pink lipstick form her bag and offered it to him with innocent mischief written in her eye, he smirked cause her knew he will love her for the rest of the time they have together. He wouldnt check even if he had chance. Destiny can't be manipulated, so what's the point of knowing the outcome, you can't enjoy the ride if you only worry about the the end. End comes whether we try to fight the current or go with the flow. So why not relax and enjoy?

It was y/n's couch from then on.

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