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yo-yo-yeonkai · 5 months

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WINTERS SACRED GIFT TO YOU, MY LOVE - CHOI SOOBIN - NSFW

Soobin x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

warning list: Dom!Soobin, kinda Brat!reader, long term boyfriend Soobin, fingering (f!receiving), marking, chocking, degradation; (slut), praise, pet names; (baby, darling, my love), smut with plot, have to stay quiet, family in the house, breeding ( though I wouldn’t say it’s a kink in this situation, it’s just kinda happening in the plot), not proofread, lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 4,600

Summary: Whist receiving a surprise visit from her long term boyfriend, Soobin, in her family home, they end up getting risky and frisky upstairs in her room.

Authors note: Happy birthday Soobin!! I have returned from my eternal slumber to make sure I wrote something for the occasion. Sorry if it isn’t as good as normal my loves <3

Sheets of white, sharp flakes clung to the barrier between cool frosted winters and the fluffy comfort of your home. The weather in England was hardly ever snowy, it was more likely to rain. Throughout your whole 23 years of living, you had seen snow maybe 7 times, most winters were just cool and wet. Despite how uncommon it is, small speckles of frost attempted to cover the ground in a blanket of snow, attempted being the key word. The light rain from this morning had yet to glaze over into ice, meaning the second the white drops of snow made contact with the ground they simply melted, joining the growing puddles across the streets.

Inside however, the rooms shone with the warm glow of small fairy lights, strung neatly almost anywhere you could get them. Golden and red tinsel increased the warm toasty feeling among the house in a similar way to the small bulbs of light scattered among the tinsel. This year the home was decorated with assistance from both of your siblings, and your mum, and it actually felt like the holiday season, for the first time in your adult life. You've had 3 Christmases in the new house, none had felt like this so far. The chilly weather slipped through any entrance it could find, the house looked beautiful, and you all managed to get some form of break from work this December.

Currently, your mum was cooking your dinner downstairs, while upstairs your little sister was tasked with keeping you warm. However, instead of acting on simple thoughts and holding you to keep you warm, she sat cross legged on the floor gazing up at you, trying to devise a genius plan to keep you warm. You had already begged your Mum to turn up the heating, and even turned the dial up a few times, just for your mum to realise and turn it back down.

Unfortunately, none of your requests were accepted, all because everyone else felt completely content with the temperature. At least, that's what they say, you reckon this was all just a massive ploy to get you to accept their hugs more. You weren't one for accepting your family's attention you see, but they LOVED physical touch and affection. In this situation, you had no choice but to wait for your sister to either give up at keeping you warm or come up with an idea.

"Youngsook, sis, please come up with an idea" you begged, a pout showing on your face as you shivered to yourself slightly. Your whines didn't stop the flow of horrible ideas through her brain, but it did seem to encourage her to give up and hug you. Moving to join you in the bed, she sighed, seemingly defeated by the lack of ideas swirling through her head. However, just as a victory flashed before you, it was taken away, she stoped her movement and ran to the bathroom.

"YOUNGSOOK!" You shouted desperately to her, the soft whine in your voice slipping into your tone once again. She poked her head around the door frame, to look at you, and spoke "Give me a second you big baby!", then she rummaged through what sounds like the bathroom cupboard until she found whatever it was, she was looking for. She held something behind her back as she walked into the room "'look away" she said, laughing to herself. The worry in your head informed you that you shouldn't, but you were far too cold to fight anymore, so with that you closed your eyes. The sound of her fumbling around near the side of the bed, chuckling to herself and muttering "'I'm a genius" before something snuck under the cover. It should have worried you, but you've known her forever so you wouldn't be scared by such innocently simple acts.

She spoke up "Open your eyes now" she couldn't stop laughing and it made you giggle back at her. You turned to her and quirked an eyebrow "'okay, what is your genius plan?", she laughed at you, and suddenly a mildly loud noise could be heard, accompanied by a strange warmth radiating underneath the blanket. You moved your hand towards the heat, and laughed at her "Are you using the hairdryer to warm me up?". She nodded and smiled widely "'it's working, isn't it?!" She asked, very content with herself. You nodded and closed your eyes, happy to finally feel warm.

Youngsook leant against the bed staring at you goofily, the look across her face only being one of deep amusement that this was actually working. You were pulled out of your daze by the sound of the door opening and your older brother, MinSook speaking "'What the hell is that noise? What did you two manage to break this time?". Youngsook waved the hair dryer in response, and you whined "NOOO, put it back, I'm cold!". He face palmed, instructing "'don't put it back, you are both smart enough to know that's a fire hazard so why are you doing it!".

Youngsook turned off the hair dryer and aimed it at him "'desperate times call for desperate measures" she shouted. You laughed then reached for her "'No, don't shoot, it's not worth it" you joked. He stepped closer and she shouted again "'don't take another step towards the princess, I will not hesitate to shoot!". Youngsook seemingly had no problem with understanding your silly little joke and played along with you. However, your older brother flicked Youngsook's head and pulled you out of the covers and stood you up, hand wrapped around your wrist like a naughty child, "'I will be taking the ‘princess’ to have her dinner. If you object, then shoot, if not put the dam thing back where it belongs" he told, knowing Youngsook wouldn't disagree with food. Despite seeming more mature than you and Youngsook, you didn't fail to notice that MinSook still played along with the joke.

He dragged you out of the room and his hand radiated waves of warmth into your skin "'gosh, you are so warm. Why couldn't i have stayed with you whilst you and mum were making dinner? You didn't have to banish us from the kitchen you know!" You mumbled. He let you go as you reached the kitchen, moving away from you to plate dinner up for everyone. "'I DID have to banish you! The two of you wouldn't stop getting in my way. As much as I absolutely love, ew, having you home, dinner would have never got done if you stayed in the kitchen. I was hoping Youngsook would just like lay with you and watch a movie, but no... sometimes I question if you two are straight up idiots". MinSook whined, teasing you about yours and her antics.

I'm sure I've made you seem like immature babies, but I promise you are grown up, it's just that when you get distracted and caught up by fun Youngsook likes to join, and vice versa. MinSook will join in some of the time, but when he is busy and you are distracting him, he will either give in, or kick you out of the room. Normally, you can get him to join for a little while, but once that's over you would most likely get kicked out and made to clean up your mess.

This doesn't make you and her upset, you only find his behaviour amusing, because he clearly wanted to join in, but doesn't want to be seen like a baby. He was 3 years older than you, sitting at 26, whilst she was 1 year younger than you, sitting at 22. There wasn't much of an age gap, but somehow it made all the difference.

Youngsook knocked on the wall, near the kitchens entrance, and asked "'am I allowed back in the kitchen?". MinSook looked at the girl, thinking about his options for a second before he responded "'yeah, can you do me a favour and take the plates to the table while I put away the leftovers. Mum's already in there setting up, just help her".

She stepped into the kitchen at the request and took five plates through to the dinner table. You watched as she took the plates, leaving you confused... there were only four of you at home, your dad was away on a business trip. You moved to watch her set the table and smiled, content at the proof that you could be just as grown up as your older brother. Well, you say that, but really Youngsook was doing all the work right now and you were stealing her thunder.

You turned on your heel and wondered back into the kitchen, glancing at your brother. "Why is the table set up for five? Are we expecting someone?" You question, rapidly becoming concerned at who in the hell could be joining you. He huffed at you "stop asking questions, go sit down", he turned to roll his eyes at you then went back to putting the leftovers into containers. Is he seriously going to be like that? This motherfucker...

An idea shot to your brain, the instant need for an answer seeping into your thoughts. Jumping down from the counter, you landed softly and walked towards him. You wrapped your arms around him, side hugging him. He groaned sassily "'gurl, can you get off while I put this away". You jokingly pouted and let go, waiting for the very second, he had put the leftovers in the fridge, so you could reattach your arms. But this time, your arms hit his bare back by sliding under his jumper. Causing a yelp to slip out of his mouth as he tried to get away from you but couldn't. You laughed manically, rubbing your cold fingers against any bit of his back that you were yet to touch. "AHHHHH..... (Y/N)... p-please. AHHH ST-OP" he shouted, screaming every time you reached a spot that was yet to be damaged by your cold nature. You cackled as you tortured him, but he wasn't sure whether to laugh at your witchy laugh, or cry that you had gone insane.

Giggling, you halted the movement of your hands "'What will you do for me if I remove them eh~" you joke, trying to bargain with him. He huffs weakly in return, "'remove your hands and I'll tell you". Slowly, you removed them and seeing a chance of escape he ran away from you, stopping in the hallway. "'watch this..." he spoke, bringing his hand up and turning the dial on the heating so it would be warmer for you. You giggled "the best thing you could've honestly done right now". Then walked towards the table, content at the payment you had received.

At the dinner table there was now another person sat down, a person you knew all too well. Seeing his face made you squeal and run up and hug him, nearly sending you and him backwards on the chair. Once you had released him, you moved to sit in your chair, though you wished you could've hugged and kissed him, but your family was there.

He chuckles as you sit next to him "Surprise (N/N), I've managed to get a break and I'm here to visit" he cheers, making cute jazzy hands at the surprise. Tears of joy threatened to spill at the discovery that he was here, at your family's house. He was meant to be in Seoul. You were meant to be in Seoul, how had you both managed to get a break from work? This was far too good to be true! Is this what main characters feel like?

"Oh, thank god, I'm so glad to see you, Soobin. How long will you be staying? When did you get here? How did you get here? Who told you the address? Which one of you sneaky people told Soobin to visit, without telling me!?" You stress him with a battery of questions, then address your family with the last question. Your mum giggled at your questions "I did sweetheart. But let's just begin dinner for now, Soobin can answer later, isn't that right Soobin?". He nods gently at your mother and grasps your hand quickly as the others focus on serving their food. He was overjoyed to see you; you could tell by the way his eyes twinkled every time he gazed over at you. His thumb rubbed on the back of your hand and then he let go to serve you both some dinner. Holding your hand was the best he could do right now to show you that he missed you, that he loves you, that he's happy, and you appreciated everything about it.

At the dinner table conversation was kept light because you were all more focused on eating, the food being absolutely delicious, served with a glass of wine each, cause YoungSook set the table. The girl definitely knows how to set a table. However, she didn't even like her wine, so MinSook ended up drinking her glass and his. Soobin drunk yours whilst you weren't looking, trying to be cheeky with you. Which he knew was okay because you didn't love wine either, he knew you'd rather a cocktail. Not that it made much difference to you, you hadn't been drinking for a while. When you were all done, you cleared the stuff of the table and let your family catch up with Soobin because they hadn't seen him in ages.

In the kitchen you turned some music on and started to wash the dishes, you were singing quietly and had managed to get bubbles splashed up yourself. You laughed at your messy appearance and continued to wash up.

When you were done, you grabbed a handful of bubbles and showed Youngsook, who could see you from the dinner table, giving her a 'shush' motion and pointing at Soobin. She looked away quickly, trying her best not to laugh at what was about to happen. You crept up behind Soobin and slapped his face with the bubbles, laughing at him. He wiped the bubbles from himself and looked back at you "'there is no excuse for that, I know for a fact you haven't had anything to drink.... So why in the world am I covered in bubbles?" He questioned with a chuckle and a cock of his eyebrow. You giggled and pointed at Youngsook "She told me to do it!".

Soobin looked to Youngsook, who gave him a knowing look, and the man only chuckled, excusing himself from the dinner table and rushing off to the kitchen, and then speeding back with a handful of bubbles. The sight meets your eyes and you quickly take off running up to your room, hoping you can lock the door before he gets there. Foolish were you to think you could beat a giant in a race.

You were inches, no, centimetres from locking the door when he wedged his foot in the door and then pushed it open with his elbow, his whole-body strength behind the push. He smirked as he approached you, rubbing his bubbly hands all over your face as he giggled, dimples showing which only made it difficult to be mad at him. He pauses his ministrations and holds your cheeks, taking his time with examining you before he mutters, so honestly and rawly it hurt to hear "I missed you so much. I'm so glad I'm here. I love you so much, I don't want to be apart from you again". He'd told you he loved you before, but this time he meant it with more than just his own being, he meant it with the whole world behind him, the whole universe. It felt special...

His face dives towards yours, not waiting for you to respond to his loving remarks, as his lips meet yours. Soft, gentle lips moved sweetly against yours, even carefully, until you moved closer to him. Then everything changed, it became more heated. His lips slid against your own wet ones as he forced the kiss deeper and deeper, feeling the urge to be so close with you you'd never have to be apart again.

Breaking away from the kiss for a split second, he lowly admits "I want you" then his lips were back on yours as he walks you backwards towards your bed. The second your legs come in touch with the edge of it you fall backwards onto it, him standing and watching as you do so.

As he eyes you, you giggle "Soob~ my family are here. We can't do this right now". He walks back towards your door and locks it, then returned to you, leaning over you on the bed.

"Oh darling, you can be quiet for me can't you. It wouldn't be the first time we've fucked with our family around, and I'm sure it won't be the last time either." He chuckles, a deep tone slowly becoming more and more prominent as he gets turned on.

His head draws close to your neck and right before he slides his tongue up your neck, you feel his hot breath fan across your skin. A warmth you've been craving all day, and you're sure he knows it. Everyone knows you get cold during winter; you were sensitive to weather, and normally Soobin would 'help' with that.

"Soobin... we shouldn't, you know we shouldn't" you mutter, voice slowly becoming more and more whiney and desperate. He knew it was working when he heard your voice, he knew that you wanted him as well. He didn't respond, in fact he only pursued you more.

His hot mouth latches onto your neck, sucking and biting at all your most sensitive spots, because he knows you like the back of his hand. The feeling causes a desperate whine to slip out of your lips before you could catch it. He groans and chuckles in your ear, his head drawing close to your neck "'do you want to be touched baby?" He asks in a gruff voice. You nod your head and whimper, trying to grind up onto him. "'then admit, you want me. It's not difficult darling".

You look down at Soobin and see him smirking, there was no way you were giving in to him that easily. "No, nothing to admit" you spoke, trying to grind on Soobin but failing. Soobin moves himself so he's leaning directly above you, hand either side of your head, making sure he's pressing his clothed cock right where you want it.

You nervously look up at Soobin, seeing him leaning to look at you. "'How many times does it take a brat like you to learn their lesson. Every time you always end up begging for my cock, so why don't we just cut to the chase, and you can start begging for me now hmmm~" The black-haired male speaks.

You glare at him and speak clearly "'I'm not that weak. I'll last this time".

Soobin groans "'that's too bad baby, I was really hoping you would just play nice today. After all, I did just fly so long to see you. You just love to put up a fight huh?". You turn your head to look away from him, flustered at his dirty whispering, but in doing so you had opened your neck up for an impatient Soobin.

"Ah, ah, ah. You don't get to look where you want to!" He speaks, bringing your face back in his direction with his hand wrapped securely around your neck. "'do you know why you don't get to do what you want?" He asked, leaning further toward you. You shook your head, and he chuckles "because you are a bad girl, and bad girls don't get what they want". Soobin tuts and smirks "'I'd be more than happy to indulge your desires (Y/N), but only if you beg for it". He runs his other hand across your body teasingly, leaning back to keep his balance, his other hand still around your neck.

"this is your chance to tell me no baby, all I need to hear is the word and I'll stop" he tells you, waiting for you to tell him he could before he continues, which made instant confirmation fall from your mouth. He pulled your clothes of you then pulled his shirt over his head, pulling off his joggers, then positioning himself between your legs like a missionary position.

You shivered at your lack of clothes trying to pull Soobin close to you so you could be warm but he stayed in place "'no can do darling, if you weren't such a naughty girl you'd be warm hmm~" he teased, kissing up your stomach to your naked chest. His tongue flicked over your hardened nipple and the other one was caressed by his hand. "mmmm, Soobin don't tease-" you spoke, gripping his hair in your hand. He chuckled dryly and muttered "You don't get to make orders tonight, baby. I'll tease you if I want to". Your eyes grew wide at the feeling of his fingers on your clit all of a sudden, whilst also having one hand on a nipple, and his tongue on the other one.

You knew you were fucked when Soobin got this dominant, he was a switch normally so when he topped like this, you knew there was no helping you. You were absolutely fucked. Not that you mind, of course.

"Soobin, please your fingers" you spoke, trying to sound like you weren't begging but failing. He hummed against your nipple then pulled his mouth off with a soft bite before speaking in a deep gravelly voice, "'my fingers eh~ seeing as you asked with your manners....".

He then slowly eased your soaking hole with his finger so it'll be ready for him, but if he was honest he'd claim that he liked when you were so tight and he'd stretch you out with his cock. "Oh darling, you are so fucking wet, and all for me. God you are so cute" he groaned, feeling his fingers slide in with no problem. You moan at the feeling and he chuckles "OooHo, that never lasts long baby, you'll be screaming in no time. But today baby, you need to stay quiet okay, atleast do that correctly".

You threw your arm over your face in an attempt to hide the burning blush that attacked your face. He started to go faster and you groaned and whined, throwing your arm off your face and looking at Soobin. "'that's it baby, keep your eyes on me" he speaks. You let a loud whine out as he adds another finger and your eyes fall off of him and roll to look at the ceiling. "'no, I don't think so. Look at me!" Soobin tells you, reaching to slap a hand over your mouth so you'll be quiet.

You look back to him and notice his gaze never falling off of you. Soobin's eyes were on you the entire time and that only made you clench around him, the ache In your stomach tightening.

Noticing you were close Soobin removes his fingers from you and pulls his boxers off, flipping you over so you were on top of him. "'I mean it now baby, remember the word" he says and kisses you hard, letting you know it's perfectly okay to stop whenever you want. He holds his dick against your entrance and teases you. Soft moans slip out of your mouth at the feeling of Soobin stretching out your pussy with his tip when you feel his hands wander across your body. Soobin's head presses against your neck and he kisses down your skin, ready to make you cry from pleasure.

Soobin begins thrusting in and out of you, your own hand quickly coming up to your mouth to hold back any moans that fall from your lips. "Ughh~ yeah baby stay quiet for me~"Soobin whispers into your ear, encouraging you to be quiet, which he rarely ever does, as he slowly goes in and out of you. Your whimpering dies down and it turns into moaning causing Soobin to speak "Are you ready to prove that you can be good for me, baby?".

In return you whine "'yes... mmmm... yes".

Soobin wasn't pleased, his hands digging into your hips slightly as he spoke up "'then beg for my cock huh~".

You looked down at him and begged "'please, Soob, Fuck me, make me feel good. Fuck.... I'll be so good, I'm sorry for lying, fuck me, please" Your words dripped with desperation, and even Soobin seemed encouraged by your begging.

"'oh, that was pathetic (Y/N), you are such a slut for me" Soobin chuckled into your ear, starting to speed up.

The moans that had died down as he demanded you to beg, had returned as he started thrusting into you faster, the sounds of wetness and skin slapping together echoing through the entire room. "yeah, darling take my cock... just like that" Soobin spoke, keeping his grip on your hips. You could barely hear Soobin over the sound of your own breathing. But you could tell he muttered dirty words into your ear. "Ughh, my fucking slut, taking me so well..... such a good little thing".

Moans and whines slipped from your throat, straight into your hand, as you bounced on Soobin's big cock, and jolted forward from the motion of his big hand slapping against your ass. The second he realised that would only cause more noise he switched to placing his veiny hands on your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your body grew hotter and hotter as his dick continued to slip in and out of your wet, tight hole.

In that moment, you muttered something as you leant against Soobin's shoulder, your body being jolted by the aggressive movement. "'please..... cum inside me", that is what you muttered, it was desperate just like every other word that had slipped out of your mouth in this moment. But this sentence was different, it held a deeper desire behind the words, one the boy knew all about.

Soobin had heard the words slip out of your mouth and slowed down for a second before speaking as clearly as he could "are you sure (Y/N)?". He didn't use a nickname or a pet name, he used your name, the desire to get through to your conscious as honest as your wish. You nodded the best you could and spoke up "'yes, please, I want a baby".

Soobin demanded, almost to himself "'okay Darling, I'll give you a baby.". Soobin groaned in pleasure and kept going, trying his best to let you know he will fulfil your request. No, that he wants to fulfil your request. He kept going for awhile until you were both close, at which point you collapsed against him, tired, and he spoke "Are you sure darling ?, he checked as he was going to cum and in response you let out a short "very...". As soon as the word had fell from your mouth his cum shot inside of you painting your walls white as you came on him.

You were catching your breathe when you attempted to climb of him but found that your body was to weak. Soobin rolled you over so you were underneath him and then he pulled out of you, kissing your stomach and mumbling "I love you so much my love". You ruffled his hair and spoke "I feel the same way Soobin.... I love you so much".

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cryptictongues · 4 months

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To Kiss is to Hunger

pairing: Joshua Rosfield x Fem!Reader rating: Mature word count: 5.0K summary: You are terrified to kiss Joshua. Joshua has an idea to remedy that.

warnings: practice kissing, grinding, touching, intimacy, mutual pining, insecurities and self-doubt, just straight up romance

Author’s Notes: Ngl I know I said it would be a little frisky, but just so happens I made it just a little bit friskier because Joshua is just a touch starved man. Just a heads up, please read my pinned post before following me! Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked as this blog’s content is NSFW.

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You couldn’t fathom why you are in the Shelves this late into the night. ‘It’s silly.” You think, walking around, trying to find anything to help you with your little dilemma. You tried to put your brain to rest, to calm its ravenous thoughts of anxiety, but the efforts were futile. And it is all because a teasing strawberry blond tried to kiss you.

You and the young Lord got quite close after his arrival to the Hideaway. You help out as a barmaid for Molly in the Ale House, and the first night of Joshua being out of the infirmary after the fall of Drake’s Tail had been all the talk. You would overhear conversations about how charming he was, how he was very knowledgeable about the lands of Valisthea, and how he is the brother of the leader of the Hideaway. He piqued your curiosity, as most newcomers do, but you didn’t think anything to come of it.

There was one night, however, where service wasn’t off its rig, and you had decided to take that time to practice your reading. Reading and writing are forbidden practices for Branded, and you were only able to learn reading due to old, scribbled writings thrown into the trash bins. You would rummage through for every written scrap in the dead of night and return it before your enslavers came to. To you, it was a piece to the puzzle of your freedom. But only a piece.

You were reading an old children’s fairytale: a prince in search of the long-lost princess who searched day and night to find her. You were immersed, so much so you hadn’t noticed the presence in front of you, seemingly still but present all the same.

“Ah, I read that story many times as a child. A true classic.”

Your head had snapped so far back you thought you would’ve fallen backwards. Your eyes jumped until they landed on the man before you, and you remember how wonderstruck you felt. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen, and the way he was looking at you had your stomach producing butterflies. You felt a sense of embarrassment, however, as the book you were reading was adapted for children. You knew those born with a silver spoon were highly educated, so to have someone as handsome and surely intelligent as he watching you read made you nervous to be a laughing stock.

“Yeah, but it’s more of a watered down version of it. I’m sure I’ll get to read the original someday.” You had awkwardly explained, waiting for him to make a joke of your lack of ability to read at a level that matched your maturity. That joke, however, never came. He stayed and asked you questions, such as who your favorite character was, what your favorite part of the story was, and so on. That conversation led beyond the book, and it is a fond memory of the golden boy.

It wasn’t long after that he offered to tutor you and made an extraordinary effort to give you books about topics you liked. Hell, he would even bring books back from long expeditions that him, Clive, and Jill would go on. “I found this story about sea fairies that I thought you would like.” “I saw a merchant selling a copy of this book I think you’ll enjoy.” “This book made me think of you.”

After many nights and days passing, it had become apparent that your heart had let him in, and you were relieved to know that his heart blazed for you also. However, unlike you, he is very evident about how he shows his feelings for you. He initiated the first hand holding, the first embrace, every tender moment you both have shared has been started by him. It makes you nervous, he makes you nervous, but in a conflicting way because you want everything he has to offer, yet your life of being treated less than for so long has put in the fear of not being enough. You fear you will misstep, embarrass yourself, he will realize he can have someone better, and let you down gently. He is a gentleman, after all.

All of the insecurities and doubts you hold have led you to the shelves due to this past evening's events.

A gathering of many members of the Hideaway was taking place, enjoying each other’s company, exchanging stories from the road, and eating and drinking so good that spirits were at an all time high. About halfway through the evening, Joshua and Clive had returned from their mission that had kept them away for well over a week, and joined everyone in the festivities. You could feel Joshua’s eyes on you constantly as you worked, soft gazes in your direction as you brought over more ale. You hadn’t seen each other since he had left, and you could see from the look in his eyes that he wanted you close, longing for your time.

And you weren’t the only one to sense it.

“Go on.” You heard Molly speak as you polished the cups.

“Hmmm?” You turned to see her smirking at you, nudging her head in the direction of the young Rosfield.

“You are free of your duties. You spend some time with everyone, especially you know who.”

You shook your head, your cheeks flushed. “I appreciate it, but Molly there is a lot to clean up. I can’t ask you to do this all by yourself.”

“Nonsense.” She scoffed, walking to you, taking the scrub and cup out of your hands, only to set them aside to grab your own. “We all deserve a little down time. Please, I insist.”

You hesitated, and her eyes softened. “In these troubling times, every moment counts; for anything can happen at any time. We must be selfish with our time.”

That alone had set you into motion. You had walked over to sit beside him, hip to hip, his arm draped around your side with his head leaning slightly against your own as Clive shared his and his brother’s adventures.

You could tell Joshua was more touchy than normal, not that you minded. You would feel him squeeze you from time to time. If you shifted slightly, he would adjust so you were still close to him. You would feel him turn his head to bury his face into your hair, gentle caresses of his lips against your scalp. No words were spoken between the two of you, just enjoying the night together with everyone. But even nights like these had to end.

You called it a night, telling everyone that you were going to head to the bed chambers, but not before Joshua insisted on walking you there. The two of you had bid goodnight to the others, and with your hand in Joshua’s grasp, the two of you walked to the bed chambers, small talk between the two of you as you both headed there slowly.

“I can’t believe you let Clive do that.” You giggled, Joshua’s story about his older brother shoving a carrot into his mouth to make him sick.

“He had reason, for we were in an unfortunate situation. We needed a reason to slip away.” Joshua grimaced, vaguely remembering the taste of the raw carrot. “Besides, I have always had a soft spot for my brother. I’d do anything for him.”

“I know having him back in your life has been a gift.” You smiled, waving his arm back and forth as you both approached the bed chambers. He pulled your arm back gently, causing you to turn into his arms. The way he was looking at you left you speechless; a thousand words being spoken through one look.

“Why yes, it has truly been a gift by the Founder to be reunited with my brother.” He brings your hand up to his chest, right above his heart; the thumping gingerly warming up your palm. “It has also been a gift to have the honor of being allowed your time, my lady.”

You shook your head, but before you could’ve said anything, Joshua had spoken once more. “On the topic of gifts, I have something for you.”

He slipped his free hand into the large pouch of his belt and pulled out what you can see is a book. He placed the book in both of your hands, grazing them before allowing you to inspect it. You recognized the artistry of the book: hardbound leather, intricate gold lining, and a sturdy weight in your hand. You looked at the title and you found yourself releasing a shaky breath.

“I thought you said there were no more copies.” You whispered, in disbelief as to what you were seeing. Enchanting thy Fair Maiden. It was a copy of a book Joshua has praised over. He would recite lines to you from what he memorized as a child, and you would ask him to retell them to you over and over again, never tiring from hearing his smooth voice telling you a tale.

“It took some bartering, but it was worth it if it means I could grant you a copy.”

Snapping from your mind, you looked to him, shaking your head in disbelief. “Joshua, I can’t accept this. This is one of your favorite stories. You should keep it.”

You tried pushing the book back into Joshua’s, but not before him grasping both of your hands and gently pushing it back into your vicinity. “My lady.” He begged. “I can reassure you that nothing would please me more than you accepting this gift.”

You stayed silent for a moment, a brief pause in the timeline aside from you and him, before smiling shyly, looking away from him in a flush. “I will cherish this for all days, Joshua. Maybe you can read it to me properly sometime.”

“Anything for you, dearest.”

Your gaze stayed down, not knowing how to bid farewell for the night, before you felt Joshua’s hand lightly touch your cheek, lifting your face for him to look upon. You sensed a certain hesitancy, his eyes seeking for something on your face before landing back on your own.

“May I try something?”

Everything started to go slow and fast at the same time, your mind racing and hyper focusing on every detail. You focused on how much closer Joshua had gotten to you, how his body heat had your body melting tenfold, how his face leaned down to yours, his hand stroking your cheek. You realized what he was asking to do: he was asking to kiss you.

Sudden flashes of self-doubt came crashing down onto you, Joshua’s hand on your branded cheek making you feel self-conscious. What is he doing? How can he want to kiss me? Oh, Greagor be with me, I have never kissed anyone. I am going to make a fool of myself!

Out of reflex and fear, you stepped back and away from Joshua’s reach. He looked startled, not expecting your reaction, and all you could do was stare at him as you calmed your heart down. You felt embarrassment shudder down your spine, but you knew that it would have been worse if you had attempted to kiss him.

You tried to shrug it off, chuckling awkwardly as if that would erase the last few seconds of shame you felt. “It is late. I’m afraid I must turn in. Goodnight, Joshua.”

You flung the chamber door open and closed it just as fast without a glance in Joshua’s direction, your back hitting the wood as you worked your anxieties down.

Now you’ve really done it stupid stupid STUPID!

So here you are, looking for a kissing manual that doesn’t exist.

“I can’t believe it has come to this.” You moan, shaking your head at how pathetic you currently feel. You want to kiss him; of course you want to kiss him! But the thought of kissing him and making a complete fool out of yourself has strung itself high in your head. You will do anything to ease your anxieties, and if finding literature that will help you is the way, then so be it.

You keep searching the shelves, and finally you see something that catches your attention. You see a book with a deep red spine, and immediately you become curious. Red means romance which maybe means kissing, right? you think and go to reach for it, your tippy toes giving you an extra inch that helps you grab the old spine of the book. Once the book is grasped, you give it a once over and what you see is nothing at all. The book has no title, no author, no nothing. Just hardbound leather that looks as if it had been dyed with blood.

You move to sit at a table, the kissing debacle hiding in the back of your skull as a new curiosity peeks. You stare at the book intently, like it was going to open up for you to tell you all of its secrets. A book with no visible identity, no mark.

The curiosity killed the cat as you finally flipped it open, the crackle of the pages singing, showing its age. The first few pages are barren with no offering until you reach the first official page. You read, smiling because you can read everything on the page in comprehension, but also because it’s a love poem. You never have had the chance to read poetry thus far, so this was a treat for you. Just the thing I need to ease my mind.

You continue reading the poems, most being about love, companionship, and things in the realm of romance. As you read them, you picture Joshua and yourself, like the two of you were living in the reality of this book full of lovely prose. In a way, it makes you recognize that maybe what Joshua sees in you is what you are imagining right now: a lover, a partner for life. You feel a sense of confidence swell in you, so you read on, addicted to the words written out.

Until you get to the next page.

What you read next halts your breathing, slowing it down to stop fire from growing in your chest. This poem is about the same things previously stated, love, romance, companionship, but in a much more intimate form. The words strung together formed the most erotic sentences, words of longing for the senses. They make you blush hotly; they make you antsy in your chair while locked in, but most especially they make your mind run wild with fantasies of you and him.

Oh, you and him.

You mind wanders as you read, zoning out into a reality where you exude the confidence to give into Joshua’s desires and more. The words dig into your skin, warming you up that your thin nightgown felt like plenty of layers on this cool night. You are so immersed that you don’t hear the large doors open, and the calling of your name feels like a figment of your imagination. It’s not until you feel the warmth on your shoulders that you are brought back, feeling like a bucket of cold water has been dropped over your head from the cold sweat.

You slam the book shut, turning so quickly that the room starts to spin before the warmth on your shoulders grows firm, steadying you in your seat. You look to see Joshua staring at you, worry showing on his face seemingly from your reaction. “I deeply apologize, my lady. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You breathe a chuckle, seeing him here at a time like this would be your luck. You cross your arms, becoming extremely aware of your lack of clothing under his gaze. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you.” He retorts and pulls out a chair to sit facing you. “Truthfully, I couldn’t sleep much. I came here to see if doing more research would tire me, but it seems fate has chosen a more direct route to my restlessness.”

You see why he can’t sleep, and sigh because this is from your doing. “Joshua, you have nothing to fret over. You did nothing wrong.”

“But I’m afraid you are wrong, my lady. I shouldn’t have been so forward, and to know I put you in an uncomfortable position upsets me greatly. I would never dream of making you uneasy, and for my mishaps I must apologize to you. I cannot bear the thought of you keeping your distance because of my foolishness.”

You watch him as he apologizes for his directness, which internally makes you laugh because that isn’t the issue. You love his directness, just as he is being direct with you right now. It’s you. It’s your cowardice for wanting something more and not having the courage to pursue because of the what ifs, the buts, the howevers. It’s your fear of rejection because of your lived experiences. It’s you, not him.

“Joshua.” You state, moving to grab his hands within your own. “You did nothing wrong.”

“My lady, please I-”

“Shhh,” you hush. “Let me speak.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, and I apologize for making you feel you need to.” You exhale, preparing to open yourself up for display. “It’s all me. I’m inexperienced, and I’ve been viewed as nothing for so long that I’m fearful that one misstep will set you away; that you can have someone who knows what they are doing and have the confidence to show for it.”

“Is that really what this is about?” Joshua asks.

You nod, looking down at the two of your intertwined hands. You see Joshua’s hands pull away from yours and your breath shakes. This is it. He is going to leave. That’s until you feel the heat that only the Phoenix could exude on your cheeks, your head being brought up to see him smiling. “My dearest,” Joshua whispers, as if talking any louder would damn him. “You are my everything, for you have captured me: mind, body, and soul. Also, your inexperience mirrors mine, I can assure you.”

Your eyes widen. “There is no way that can be true. You are a Lord.”

He’s laughing now, shaking his head as his hands go back to you, grasping them with care. “I was only a child then. Besides, the Undying were very protective of me under their care. There was no time nor place for such things. Even then, the only person that was always allowed in my vicinity was Jote, and we have never viewed each other romantically.”

“So, there really has been no one?” You whisper, your mind stuck between disbelief and credence.

“No. Not until now.” He squeezes your hands. “My heart belongs to you, and you alone. There is no one else I’d rather give myself to.”

You shiver, the idea of experiencing forms of intimacy together for the first time spreads a raging fire in your stomach. “You sure have a way with words, Joshua Rosfield.”

“You can thank all of the romance novels I read in my youth.” He chuckles. “Speaking of books, what were you reading?”

“What?” You ask, forgetting about the erotica sitting inches away from you.

“The book you were reading. I don’t believe I have read that one yet. May I take a look?”

You are panicking, knowing the contents of the book and who is asking to take a peek. You go to grab it, reacting as fast as you could, but alas you reacted too late. Joshua now has the book, opening the page you had left off on, and starts to read. You see his eyes go wide, his pupils dilating, his fingers fidgeting against the page he is holding. You freak out, going to reach for the book before he reads further. “Okay Joshua, that’s enough.” A smile creeps up slowly on his face, humming as he moves to stand up before your fingertips touch the book, backing away slowly as he continues. You stand up, walking up to him to get that god forsaken book away from him.

“Oh Joshua, please give me back the book!” You panic.

“By the Founder, what possessed you to read this smut?” Joshua smirks, seamlessly avoiding your grabby hands as he reads the pages. “Especially in the middle of the night?”

He wasn’t meant to see this! He wasn’t meant to see you reading the abhorrent words you were consuming. He wasn’t meant to see you like this in your flimsy gown. Damn me! Why did I not cover up more?!

“To taste the lips is to be fulfilled, for the instinct of man is to claim, conquer, and revel in the midst of her flesh. To kiss is to hunger, to feast among the softest of petals that call to him, beckoning for his return to get both of their fills.”

You are internally screaming now. You can’t believe he is tormenting you like this. You are still reaching for the book, desperate for this nightmare to end, before you hear an “oomph” as Joshua’s back collides into one of the shelves. You snatch the book from him, running back to put it back where it came from. “Okay, enough please!”

“Forgive me.” Joshua says, although it is said with a devilish grin. “I just didn’t know you had such… exquisite taste.”

“I didn’t even know what was in the book when I pulled it.” You say defensively, hands waving manically in front of you like they would make you more convincing. “I was just trying to find something that would help give me the courage.”

As if that isn’t as embarrassing, or even more so.

“What if we do something that helps us both gain courage? A practice session if you will.” Joshua says from the other side of the room, keeping his distance to see what tone you will take.

“What do you have in mind?” You draw out nervously, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation.

Joshua walks back over to where you both had sat, moving the chair so it was facing you before sitting down. He rubs his thighs a little as if he needed to warm them up, before patting his lap. “Come take a seat.”

Instinct has you taking a step forward before a hitch finds itself in your feet, stopping them all together.

“Do you trust me?” He asks sincerely.

“Of course, I do.” You quickly blurt out, as if answering a second later would draw doubt.

He smiles, his hand reaching out to invite you over. “Then please, my dearest, come to me.”

You take a deep breath and walk over till you stand before him. You grasp his hand, tingles running up your arm as he pulls you to him and guides you onto his lap. Your hands move to steady yourself on his shoulders, while he places his hands on your lower back to support you. Your legs dangle on either side of the chair, your gown riding up your thighs which you are all too aware of. However, you note that Joshua is only looking at you, gauging to see where your head is. “Is this okay, my lady?”

“Mhmm.” You hum, trying to calm your rapid heart. This is so intimate, too intimate, but you want it. You want him. You want to create every kind of intimacy with him, and this is a start. You knew that it is time to take that leap, especially since he will take that leap with you.

“Joshua,” you murmur, eyes still on his. “Will you kiss me?”

“As you wish, my love.”

You close your eyes, leaning in slightly to show that you aren’t backing out. You feel one of Joshua’s hands move to your left cheek, your branded cheek, tracing it with his thumb gently. Soon you feel him move forward, his forehead sitting against yours, his breath hitting your lips in puffs. The anticipation was killing you, your hands squeezing his shoulders to urge him on, and before you know it his lips are against your own. The kiss is light, a sweet peck before pulling away slightly, only to go back to give one more. You both are testing the waters, giving into each other slowly until the two of you start to grow peckish.

The kiss is gradual, pecks graduating to long lip locks and more movement. Your hands have found homage in Joshua’s hair, gripping not too hard but enough to show him how much you are enjoying him. His hands found their way to the crease of your hips, gripping the flesh to keep you in place. You can feel yourself growing restless, needing more of him within your senses.

It’s like he can read your mind as his hands bring your body closer. A gasp leaves your lips as his groin settles against your heat, leaving your head spinning. His kisses become feverish, his hands roaming up and down your thighs, your nightgown receding higher in the process. You sense satiability is nowhere in sight, the movements of his body proving to you that the absence of intimate touch has turned him into a depraved man. Because even though Joshua Rosfield is a gentleman with a heart of selflessness, he is still a man with selfish desires and needs.

Your hands go back to grip at his shoulders, trying to calm yourself from his ministrations. A wetness hits your lips, and your mouth opens willingly, needing to taste him further. Your tongues melt together, creating a unique taste between the two of you that’s so addicting you don’t know how either of you will stop. You lean more into him, your hands going back to his hair to control his movements, causing him to groan in the most sinful way. You pull away, giggling knowing you got him to make such pretty sounds. The confidence from it goes straight to your head, going right back in for his lips to have him make more delicious sounds.

A deep feral groan is released from Joshua’s throat, causing him to pull away in heavy breaths. He looks at you with hazy eyes, smiling deliriously. “You will be the death of me, my love.”

Your hands are now trailing from his hair to his chest, your hands running up and down the fabric of his tunic, feeling the toned body beneath it all. Your head leans back against his forehead, both of your breaths heavy on each other’s lips. “Then shall death keep us together, never parted.”

Joshua leans up back to your lips, kissing you hungrily, your declaration causing him to hunger for more. You still had the high ground, you being on top giving you more opportunity to take the lead. You knew this could be too soon, a little risky, but your sureness that Joshua feels the same hunger as you do is enough to convince you. You start to grind down slowly on top of him, your undergarments and his matching tunic pants the only barriers.

“Fuck,” Joshua draws out breathless, his arms coming up to wrap around you to ground himself.

“Does that feel good, my Lord?” You smile, feeling over the moon that you are making him act this way.

“You have no idea.” Joshua gasps. “You have turned me into a new man.”

You giggle as you continue your movements. “Is that so?”

“By the Founder, yes!” He groans loudly at a particular movement of your hips. “How about I show you.”

Suddenly you are being lifted up, your butt settled onto a hard surface, legs spread apart by Joshua’s hips, and warm lips ravishing your own. Your nightgown is definitely way past your legs now, bunched up at your hips with Joshua’s hands right under the fabric. This new side of Joshua has you addicted, the push and pull the both of you are playing at exciting you more. You release his lips and lean up to his neck, nipping at the skin at the juncture of his neck and jaw. His breath hitches, leaning into you as you nip and kiss his neck. It’s as if he is hypnotized by your love bites, casting a spell on him. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, but in an instant everything stops.

You open your eyes to see Joshua breathing hard, his hands gripping the table. Your hands go to his face, worry etching into your brain. “Darling, did I do something wrong?”

Joshua laughs, his eyes opening to look right back at you. “Absolutely not.” His hands go to yours on his face, holding onto each one as he brings them down. “I just don’t want to accomplish everything in one night, especially here in the Shelves.”

He pulls you up to your feet, your hands still in his as he looks at you with the brightest smile on his face. “I want to have time to savor you when the time is right.”

Even after all of that, he is still ever the gentleman.

“I agree. I’m sorry if I went too far.” You chuckle, a tinge of embarrassment in your tone.

Joshua embraces you, his head tucked into your neck. “You have nothing to apologize for. I hope you don’t think I had ulterior motives.”

“Never,” you say quickly, squeezing him to you.

“We should head back to our respective beds before people notice we’ve disappeared.” Joshua hums.

You hum in agreement and pull back, so you are now under Joshua’s arm. Both of you head out the doors of the Shelves into the cool night air. You shiver, and Joshua brings you in closer to shield you from the cold. He walks you back to the bed chambers, and before he departs, he places a light kiss on your lips, causing your eyes to flutter close at the bliss you feel in the moment.

“Goodnight, my dearest. I shall see you in the morning.” Joshua says after he pulls away.

“Goodnight, Joshua. But before you go, may I request something?”

“Anything for you, my dearest.”

“Can we practice some more later? You are my tutor after all.” And my lover, my partner for life.

Joshua beams at you. “I would love nothing more.”

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bloodredfeathers · 1 year

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Kisses

Drabbles about how I think the Savanaclaw boys would kiss because I'm in need of some major fluff with my favorite dorm rn

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi

⚠Gender neutral reader, Leona gets a lil frisky towards the end, slight swearing in Jack's part, also Jack's is really long I'M SORRY I COULDN'T HELP IT HE'S MY FAVORITE HGKFHKFHD, absolute tooth rotting domestic style fluff with Ruggie

Leona Kingscholar

You missed him.

You missed him a lot. You hadn't seen Leona the whole week due to the heavy workload you had been assigned before the weekend. Crewel really didn't know when enough work was enough.

Nonetheless, you used seeing Leona as a reason to get your work done, and you did. It was Friday, every last piece of work turned in, and you were on your way to see your favorite beastman.

"...mmmmmwhat...?" You could hear Leona growl from inside his dorm room after you knocked. Opening the door slowly, you were met with drawn curtains, creating a dimly lit room and a sleep enticing atmosphere.

"Oh my King," you knelt down and began speaking as though you were in a fairy tail. "Please forgive me for intruding upon your sacred private quarters. It is merely I, your beloved, here to see you-"

You looked up to see Leona, crossing his arms and staring down at you. His emerald eyes practically glowed, even in the dim light of his bedroom.

"Get up herbivore," he groaned. "If you're gonna be on your knees, at least make it for a good reason~"

"LEONA!" You stood quickly, face heating evidently. His arms enveloped you and you felt him rest his chin on your head.

"I'm kidding, herbivore..." He said sleepily. "I've missed ya..."

You smiled from where your face was buried in his chest and reciprocated his embrace, squeezing him tight and sighing contently.

"I've missed you too..." You murmured. Leona grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him. He smirked and let out a quiet, amused huff. You pouted.

"What?"

"Nothing," he grinned, shaking his head. Leona tilted your head upwards, lowering his own to meet you in a long, slow, deep kiss. It had you shivering and melting into him, leaning your whole body against his broad figure. Breaking the kiss, you panted and gazed into his eyes.

"Ohhh I don't think you'll be leaving this room anytime soon, herbivore~" Leona teased, leaning down to kiss your throat. "I wasn't kidding when i said i missed ya. Now whaddaya gonna do about it, hmm~?"

Jack Howl

"Deuce, have you seen Jack?" You had searched the grounds of Night Raven College at least three times over and still couldn't find your wolf anywhere. Deuce shook his head.

"I haven't seen him since our Flight class," Deuce said. "He told me he was going to look for you after school, but judging from what's going on right now, I'm assuming that didn't quite go as planned."

You rolled your eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock," you muttered. You scanned the crowd and couldn't see Jack anywhere. If he were there, it wouldn't have been hard to see a 6'3 bulky, tanned skinned, white haired wolf beastman that literally EVERYONE knows. You groaned aloud, deciding to give up searching, until...

"Wait, his dorm!" You nearly yelled. "I feel so damn stupid...why didn't I think to look for him in his dorm?"

You ran as fast as you could to the Savanaclaw dorm, huffing once you got there. Some student looked at you weird, whereas others minded their own business. You searched for anybody familiar when you saw-

"Ruggie!"

The hyena turned and smiled as he saw you.

"Hey! What brings ya here?"

"Where's Jack?!" Ruggie put his hands up in defense, chuckling.

"Relax, he's up in his room. I think you came at a good time, he came back looking like his favorite cactus just died."

You quickly thanked him and ran to Jack's room, knocking on the door. No response. You slowly opened the door to see Jack sitting on his floor, playing with a little potted cactus, tail limp and ears flat, a sad scowl on his face.

"Jack?" You called softly. His head shot up and his eyes widened, ears alert as he stared towards you. You stepped inside and shut the door behind you, turning back around to be almost knocked over in a bone crushing hug.

"Jack if your tail wags any harder your homework is going to fly out the window-" You warned him.

"Don't care," he said, face buried in your neck. "Can't help it, I missed you too damn much..."

Out of nowhere, jack picked you up and tossed you onto his bed (gently of course) before climbing over you and laying down on top of you. You giggled and pet his hair, rubbing his ears as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

Jack raised his head to look at you. You smiled at him and cupped his cheek with your hand. Laying his hand over yours, Jack leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. His lips were soft and warm, and he smelled like cactus flowers.

Once the kiss was broken, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the shared warmth between you two.

"I love you, Jack," you said breathlessly, eyes still shut tight and forhead still resting against his. Jack breathed shakily before running a large hand down your side, gently but lovingly caressing you.

"I...I love you too..."

It was moments like these where Jack knew he didn't have to have his guard up, where he could finally relax, because he knew he would always be safe to be himself with you~

(Lol can you say self indulgent-)

Ruggie Bucchi

"What was that for, huh?" Ruggie stared up at you from where you leaned over him. All he wanted was a little peace and quiet, some time to relax and lie in the cool grass beneath his favorite tree. Why was it his favorite? To keep it simple, it kept the grass beneath cool because it provided a lot of shade.

He was lying in the grass with his eyes closed when out of nowhere, you had decided to show up and give him a quick peck on the forehead.

"Nothing really," you grinned. "I've been looking for you all day, and I missed you! Also, you looked super cute, all relaxed like that~!"

Ruggie grinned, grabbing you as he began to tickle you to death.

"RUGGIE STOP!" You squealed as his relentless hands continued to attack your most ticklish spots.

"Never!" He giggled boyishly as he eventually calmed and brought you to sit between his legs, your back against his chest. His arms encircled your torso as his chin rested on your shoulder. You reached up to pet his hair and Ruggie sighed happily, closing his eyes.

"You know," Ruggie said softly. "I came out here to get away from people, to relax and be alone for a bit. But honestly, this is so much better..."

You smiled softly. Ruggie was young and fresh faced, some even saying he looked younger than he was. But he was a very responsible man and a hard worker. He deserved a break every now and again. He shouldn't have had to sneak away.

"Well whenever you need a break from things, especially from Leona," you gazed into his eyes, cupping his cheek. "Just hit me up, I'll always be down to help you unwind!"

He smiled cutely and pulled you in for a quick kiss, pulling back to look at you before going in for another, this time slower, longer, more passionate.

"I love you, Y/N. I always will, please don't ever forget that..."

MAN THIS WAS JUST THE PICK ME UP I NEEDED I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER AFTER WRITING THIS

Also I kinda tried to associate their name colors with their eyes (Leona was green, Ruggie blue and Jack orangy yellowy amber idk-)

I hope you enjoyed, stay tuned for more, extras~

💥Akira💥

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Hellooo! It’s your favorite ✨gay fairy✨!

I’ve come with a Alpha Gojo x Omega male reader request! (I’m trying to do that eyebrow wiggle thing-)

So basically, Gojo and Reader are mates yes? They’re like out with friend at some random bar and stuff.

So while Gojo is busy chit chatting with the people he knows at the club, some other alpha tries to get Reader to go home with em.

But Reader just doesn’t like that idea at all so the alpha like tries to “kidnap” the reader which triggers his heat due to fight or flight.

Gojo had seen a glimpse of what happened and of course helps him mate out before realizing he’s in heat.

So he tells his friends he has to leave and takes the reader home and that’s when things get frisky if you know what I mean 😏. And for this one let’s make reader have a drunk type of heat or whatever the hell it’s called

Excuse my behavior I felt a lil giddy when you said I could request anything I wanted 😭

And yes as usual this was at the top of my head since I hear music not too far from my house!

Hope this isn’t too much Roma!

I don't kid when I say ask what you want

And remember first time writing a character, they might be a bit stilted ya know?

When Gojo brought (name) with him to a club he had invested in he knew it would be fairly boring "alpha..." (Name) said to the white haired man who smiled down at him "yeah baby?" "Gonna get a drink"

"Here and back alright?"

"Of course alpha"

The fellow investors and owners applauded Gojo for having such an obedient and polite Omega and he struggled not to roll his eyes at their comments and went to go get a drink that both him and his alpha would enjoy since he knew the other would steal sips of said drink.

"Hey" a voice said beside him and an alpha leaned on the bar, eying him in a way the Omega didn't like one bit.

The alpha was rather unassuming and kind of forgettable but he was incredibly pushy "come on baby... I can treat you good" he said trying to convince (name) to come with him even grabbing his arm to lead him away "hey back off dude!" (Name) said trying to tug his arm away but the others grip was tight "just shut up and come with me" the Alpha spat as he tugged (name) towards a back exit.

'nononono!' (name) thought as he began panicking, fear freezing his veins and the need to vomit could be felt in his throat.

When his fight of flight instincts kicked in his brain slowly went feral and the familiar prick of preheat kicked in and his eyes felt like they were vibrating and ears ringing.

Gojo noticed his Omega had been gone for too long and turned to see someone trying to drag his mate away and quickly excused himself to go deal with this asshole.

"Hey shithead!" Gojo said with an almost manic grin, the unknown alpha dropping the struggling and panicking (name) who was pushed into an early heat and was just hugging himself.

A few punches in and the Alpha was dragged off by security "shit baby? You good?" Gojo asked cupping his omegas cheek and felt how warm his skin was and the dialated eyes...then the smell hit "alpha..." His voice was slurred as he clung to Gojo helplessly "shit..." Gojo said lifting his mate up and mouthed something to the other investors before quickly exiting the club as (name) cuddled and scented him. "Just wait baby... I got you" gojos voice so close to (name)s ear made him feel weightless as be began biting and nibbling at his Alphas neck as they somehow made it home.

(Name) was completely heat drunk at this point, staring at his alpha with blown out eyes and leaking pharamones and slick "alphaaa~" he giggled out as he was placed on the bed "what do you want baby, show alpha" and with that Gojo watched his mate present so prettily to him with a pout and a head tilt "good boy~" and like that (name) purred and preened under him, blushy face and absolute devotion in his eyes.

Gojo pulled (name)s legs together and pressed them against the omegas chest to show off his slick ass, pretty and ready for gojo to take whatever his heart desired.

And gojo was a selfish man.

Leaning down he gave a long and deep lick at the omegas hole and grinned when (name) cried out and tried to helplessly buck into his alphas mouth but with how he was held it proved impossible especially with the others iron grip.

"Take what alpha gives you"

And with that Gojo bagan tongue fucking his pretty little Omega who cried and begged but gojo didn't listen as he ate the other out until the omegas pretty legs were numb.

Gojo went at this for an hour, making his pretty mate cum countless times on his tongue, slick leaking like a waterfall and his mouth and chin soaked. (Name) doesn't remember when he began adding his fingers but gojo fucked his lengthy digits into (name) harshly and constantly pressed into his prostate and loved every sound the Omega made.

When (name) came again gojo released his legs and watched his numb legs fall and spread apart, enough space for gojo to slot himself into as his cock prodded at the others loose hole "please alpha! Fuck me fuck me!" (Name) begged the other and who was gojo to deny such sweet begging?

With one harsh thrust he filled his Omega up, watching him cum once again on his cock and the white haired main leaned and licked some of the others semen from his chest before thrusting harshly and pushing (name) into a mating press "gonna fuck you full of my pups baby, keep you full and plump"

"Pupupupup" (name) mumbled through moans as his alpha wrecked him.

They didn't know how much time passed till Gojo felt his knot press against his rim before pushing past the threshold and watching (name) cum once again but now on his knot, the Alpha filling him up good and full.

(Name) was always a drunk mess when in heat, babbling and dazed and always demanding smooches from his alpha.

And gojo always complied.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #gojo satoru x male reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoro x reader #omega male reader #omegaverse

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After playing both the campaign and warzone, I have come to the simple conclusion that there are two very different sides to Mr MacTavish. Something that I am lovingly referring to as...

The Highland Coin Toss

How he reacts and treats you is purely dependent on the relationship and what he's more comfortable with you calling him. And if you are lucky enough to gain access to both sides, flipping his coin turns into an all out 'spin the bottle', color me horny fuck fest. So, without further ado, let us begin....

18+ MDNI under the cut

CW: Just some personal headcanons sprinkled on a giant heap of smut. Sub/Dom Soap. P in V, Fem receiving.

AN: This is the first anything I have written in over 5 years, so apologies if it's absolute shit. Honestly, though, had so much fun with this double-sided Scottsman! Much Love 💛

'Heads' Johnny MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, he's got 'em. More to protect himself from those around him. But patience will prevail. Give it time, and you'll begin to see those barriers slowly crumble down.

Honesty goes a long way with Johnny. He can generally read people like a book (please don't bring up Graves, he's still sore after that traitorous bastard) If he does catch you being untruthful to him or any of the 141 or Voqueros, good luck getting back on his good graces. Book's closed, done.

Beneath that hardened exterior, Johnny is incredibly affectionate. And not just in a romantic aspect. He doesn't see 141 and Voqueros as soldiers or troops, they're his brothers.

Don't try to get in between him and his missions. Johnny is a military man through and through, and nothing is more important to him than the completion of the task at hand.

Loyal to a God damn fault.

Johnny is the fighter of the coin toss. Calculated, thorough and eyes on every detail, no matter how insignificant they may seem.

Once those walls are dust, this man will be nothing but putty in your hands.

Now, on to the fun stuff...

Johnny is 100% a switch! If you want him to be in control, he'll gladly take the reigns. But if you're feeling a bit more frisky and want to be in control, this man will be in absolute heaven (he won't deny it, Johnny loves watching you ride him)

Is absolutely obsessed with your body.

No matter the time, place, or scenario, he's going to have a hand on you (leg, thigh, arm, hand, neck, ass, foot, head...) And those hands like to wander...simple caresses turn into deliberate touches with one goal in mind.

And Johnny knows ALL of your pleasure zones. Will either focus his fingers on them or dance around them entirely just to drive you wild. Once his touch has been satiated, his mouth will go to work.

Kissing Johnny is an experience in sexual nirvana. His hands will cradle your head as his tongue explores and tastes you. Only when you're a breathless mess will he give you reprieve and move on. Every inch of you will be peppered in starving kisses. Loves your neck and inner thighs the most (mainly due to the reaction and moans you elicit in response)

But his main prize is the deliciously warm cavern between your thighs. Is nothing short of methodical when eating you out. Torturously so at times.

Starts with long, languid draws of his tongue along your folds. Quickly followed by precise and deliberate attention on your pulsing clit. Loves to oscillate between these two maneuvers, purely out of satisfaction as you all but lose your mind beneath his salacious mouth.

Johnny knows exactly where that special bundle of nerves is, he knows how much you can take and will push you to your limit. You'll be on the verge of insanity, and all you'll see between your legs is victorious glacial eyes beckoning you to break and come apart on his tongue.

He is so atuned to your body it almost makes you wonder if soul mates are a reality or just a long told fairy tale. This thought always creeps into your mind as he enters you. So slowly, you feel ever inch of him, and once he's fully seated, you swear you can feel his rapid heart beat within your welcoming cunt.

Slow and steady wins this race in his mind. Johnny is fully aware that it is not the pace that gets you off, and is willing to spend all night getting you to the ecstasy you both so desperately desire.

Don't count those determined hands out when he's thrusting balls deep within you. He'll find that pulsing bud and match his determined circling fingers with the pace of his hips.

Speaking of hands, Johnny never keeps them in one place for too long. His fingers will traverse and explore your curves like meandering, sexually driven pilgrim.

King of Priases! "Y'So beautiful hen." "Good bonnie. Feel so fucking good." "C'mon, I know ya can give me another one."

Will talk you through your orgasms.

"Keep your eyes on me, bonnie."

"That's it. Cum for me. Cum for me, hen."

His voice will be soft, slightly above a whipser with just enough strain in it to send you over the edge.

You'll know when Johnny's close. He'll hold you tight, desperately so, to the point you'll feel like he'll suffocate you. His pace will stammer and with one last thrust you'll feel him empty himself within you.

Johnny is in heaven when he cares for you post romp. He'll pepper you in soft kisses while his fingers dance across your still trembling skin. And he's always prepared; damp washcloth within arms reach because he knows you both can get quite messy.

You'll fall asleep first, because that's what he wants. Soft whispers of how beautiful you are, how good you make him feel will echo into your ears. The last thing you'll remember is strong arms wrapping around your waist and the slow beating of his heart as you let sleep take you over completely.

'Tails' Soap MacTavish

Walls? Yeah, no. Try fucking skyscrapers. Only way you're getting to this side of the Scot is by proving you're not a complete waste of time and flesh. Even if he has opened himself up to his more accepting side, don't push your luck trying to figure out what he hides behind closed doors. Soap will read through those lines within seconds and shut it down. And he'll be a locked vault from then on.

Assertive. Especially during and immediately following missions (it takes Soap a day or two to get back to civilian life).

Bit of a control freak, particularly when it comes to his routines. (Yes, he has a very specific hair regimen. So if you value your life, don't touch anything. And no, he's not going to talk about it)

Patience. Patience. Patience. Let Soap open himself up to you. It may take a few months, maybe even years. You may need some help from his brothers in arms to get to this man (Gaz especially, he's such a softie). They're truly the only ones that know Soap for who he really is.

Complete trust is necessary to gain access to Soap, and once that element has been reached, you'll have your own personal body guard at every beck and call.

Soap is the protector of this flip of the coin. Think of a 200lb, military trained pitbull. God forbid anyone looks at you the wrong way.

Smexy time!!

Soap can be a bit aggressive at times, especially if he's been without any release for a long period. But make no mistake, Soap is a pleasure Dom to the absolute max! He'll get off, no doubt about that. You on the other hand, depending his mood you'll have either one mind blowing orgasm or several. (Good luck trying to walk after those nights)

While Johnny has a routine while being intimate with you, Soap is all over the place. He may start by fucking you relentlessly for hours, followed by eating you out and finish with devouring your mouth. Then start all over again in a different rhythm, and will probably throw in some shower sex just for good measure. Soap's unpredictability is what drives you to insanity. You can't keep a handle on him, and in that, your mind goes blank and purely enjoys everything he gives to you.

Ultimate grabby hands. Can get a bit carried away at times. Don't scold him for leaving bruises, consider them ultimate fleshy love notes.

Formidable make-out extraordinaire. While Johnny is affectionate and somewhat desperate, Soap is aggressive and all-consuming. And he won't give you a break from his mouth until he's had his fill. (Cue your grabby hands so you don't fall to the floor)

Hickeys. Hickeys fucking everywhere. Obsessed with leaving them in the most random places. Your calf has become his new favorite, and you strangely enough can't get enough of it.

Three words: Teasing. Fucking. Bastard.

Loves to watch you squirm beneath him, whether it be to his mouth or to his hardened and precise cock. And his hands, God damn his hands! You've started calling him your 'Clitoral Beethoven" since he can make you sing by the sheer power of his fingers alone.

Soap is ravenous with his mouth on you. This fact is proven time and again when he is buried between your thighs. His vigorous workings are only magnified by his vibrating groans that tantalizingly work their way up your spine.

Soap is the epitome of messy when he's eating your pussy. He'll all but swallow you whole, covering his stubble and chin with your juices. Those gorgeous blue eyes disappear between your thighs, replaced by darkened orbs filled with needy hunger. Your breaking point is when he begins to seesaw his head from side to side, the friction of his mouth combined with his determined tongue will having you screaming his name within seconds.

No flat surface is safe with this man. Can and will bend you over at any moment, especially if you're alone. (If not, expect a fair amount of borrowing stares and even a firm grab of your ass if he's feeling extra horny, which is pretty much always)

Speaking of horny, Soap is so needy for your pussy he can't always wait for you. But this man is resourceful, and almost always prepared. You don't know where he keeps it, but somehow he's got lube in his hand and already stroking his cock and you've barely pushed your pants down for him. And there's nothing gradual about how Soap enters you, he's balls deep first thrust. But he does hold and let you get used to him, purely for the feel of your cunt quivering around his cock.

Loves, loves, LOVES doggie style! Not only does it give him the most perfect view of your ass, but let's him have complete control of the pace. And whoa mama you're gonna need to mentally and physically prepare yourself, cause Soap is gonna fuck you senseless!

Have a mattress warehouse on speed dial. Just do it!

Mentioned that Soap is assertive. That's an understatement when he's having his way with you. He's strong, Godlike when he so desperately wants to feel your pulsing cunt around him. So expect a fair amount of man handling and body contortions (cue you turning into a human pretzel fuck toy; yoga may become a necessity before any Soap sexathon)

And that Scottish accent will only thicken as he pounds himself in your molten core.

"Be a good lass and scream fer me. Want e'eryone to know yer MINE."

"Takin me so well, aren't ya?"

"Can't get enough, can ya bonnie? Always so fuckin hungry fer my cock."

"So fuckin wet fer me. Yer a dirty girl, aren't ya?"

You're going to either have a strong hold on him or anything with a firm base, because Soap is going to completely ruin you. The room will be a cacophony of skin slapping, pleading moans and reverberating growls. The sounds will tempt you to poke the bear, but do so at your own risk...

"Harder, Soap. Fuck me harder."

His calloused hand will firmly grib the back of your neck, and the other will give your ass a hardened smack. You'll feel his body weigh down against yours, hips contuing their assault as his mouth ghosts the cusp of your ear.

"Fuckin needy little thing, aren't ya lass?"

Consider the bear, poked.

Soap will undoubtedly fuck you through your orgasms. He may be talking, but it will probably be some overly gratified Scottish that you don't understand. It's the growl of his words that make you go over the edge, blissfully cock drunk as your body convulses around him and your mind goes completely white.

Aftercare with Soap will almost always end in a bath. One to clean the excessive amount of fluids, and two to help soothe your blissfully overused body. As rough as he can be during the act, Soap is incredibly tender and gentle afterwards. Only thing on your mind will be when he came during the deed. His repsonse is always the same...

"Non of that now, bonnie."

Want to give some massive kudos to @yeyinde, @irnbru32, and @mvtthewmurdvck for their inspiration to get me back to writing. Y'alls fics are so unbelievably well done and immersive, I honestly can't get enough! Glad to be back and part of the Soap Squad 🧼 💛

#the highland coin toss #what the fuck did i just do #was slightly drunk when i wrote most of this #wanna flip his coin #soap mactavish #johnny mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish smut #soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod soap #soap squad 🧼

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stellaex-art · 8 months

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Here's the fresh new redesign of my Helluva Boss succubus OC, Scarlette! I felt like her old look was just another copy of Verosika, and felt too shallow. I decided to give her a more original look, and I think she looks so much better in her new look. She's also from the Gluttony Ring now, and now she has fairy-like wings and a lava lamp-like stomach, just like Bee. Her new look is also inspired by the latest episode of Helluva Boss, and since Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are two of my biggest fictional crushes, Scarlette is now more like a self insert OC as a way to ship myself with Fizz and Ozzie X3 I hope you guys like her new design, because I worked very hard on it, and I think she turned out amazing ^w^

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name: Scarlette

Nicknames: The Shining Jewel (stage name), Scarly (by Fizzarolli and Asmodeus), Asmodeus' Sugar Baby (by Blitzø), Pixie Dust (by Blitzø), Ungrateful Whore (by her mother), Little Slut (by Mammon), Butterfly/Butterfly Baby (by Asmodeus), Babe/Baby (by Fizzarolli and Asmodeus), Sugar (by Asmodeus), Mommy (by Fizzarolli), Sugar-Tits (by Fizzarolli), Kitten (by Fizzarolli and Asmodeus)

Gender: Female

Age: 26 years old

Species: Succubus (Hybrid)

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Place of Birth: Gluttony Ring, Hell

Current Residence: Lust Ring, Hell

Personality: Frisky, Flirtatious, Sassy, Kind, Passionate, Sweet, Honest, Sensitive, Sly

Likes: Singing, Performing, Popularity, Maintaining her reputation, Sweets, Spending time with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli, Fruity drinks, Baking, Expressing herself

Dislikes: Her mother, Artificial love, Asmodeus' temper, Anything bad happening to Fizzarolli, Being manipulated, The Greed Ring, Obsessive fans

Family: Unnamed mother, Deceased unnamed father

Friends: Asmodeus, Fizzarolli, Co-workers at Ozzie's, Krystal, Verosika, Bianca "Bee"

Enemies: Crimson, Striker, Mammon

Others: Employees of I.M.P. (acquainted), Co-workers at Ozzie's (acquainted)

Romantic Interests: Asmodeus (boyfriend), Fizzarolli (boyfriend)

Status: Active

Occupation: Performer at Ozzie's

Abilities and Skillset: Flight, Demonic Transformation, Lust Manipulation, Human disguise, Musical Talent, Performing Arts, Baking

Voice Headcanon: G.K. Bowes (Gori from Aggretsuko)

Theme Song: Glamorous (Fergie, Ludacris) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#my art #helluva boss #helluva boss fanart #helluva boss oc #helluva boss succubus #vivziepop #original character

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firstsentence · 3 months

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"When we are young, we can see flower-fairies easily, but as we age, there is something which occludes these frisky sprites from our view." 🍵

#Goblinproofing One's Own Chicken Coop #Reginald Bakeley #FirstSentence #quotes #literary #fairy #faerie #fae #fae folk #faecore #reading

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bmodiwrites · 1 year

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Steddie Masterlist (Recent Fic Version)

Come On & Mess Me Up | (E) 6656 words

In a desperate attempt to understand his connection with Eddie, Steve asks for an odd favor - he wants to learn all there is to know about DnD. Unsurprisingly, Eddie readily agrees. What he thought was going to sort things out for him only brings Steve and Eddie closer. The feelings that Steve wanted to avoid creep up and take him under. Which means, of course, that Steve has an open invitation to the Hellfire Club meetings. Read to find out what happens when Steve gets a little frisky and drops Eddie's precious dice. Eddie's reaction is not what it seems!

Or - a cheap excuse to write soft sub!Steve…

You're A Rich Girl | (E) 7685 words

After an unfortunate mishap with a childhood friend leads to a silent but cutting fight with his father, Steve cuts his loses and heads to the city with Robin in tow. It's there that Steve meets Eddie Munson, who is older and mysterious and too adorable for his own good. While their relationship develops, concerns and what seems like envy come into play. Read to find out what happens when the look of their relationship from the outside is brought up. When there's money involved, is anything actually what it seems?

Or - an accidental sugar daddy Eddie fic!

The Stereo's On | (E) 6023 words

Despite trying to keep his feelings on the matter a secret, Steve knows that Eddie is bummed about not going to prom. As the best boyfriend there is, he's determined to remedy the situation. Between a couple strings of fairy lights and a mixtape made especially for Eddie, Steve puts together a night to remember.

Or - a sorry excuse for a feeling filled PWP!

You've Begun to Feel Like Home | (E) 14,542 words

Eddie is 6 years old when he first meets Steve; the boy is beautiful and covered in dripping chocolate ice cream. They're instant friends, spending the entirety of that summer together. When the end of their time together starts to draw near, Eddie comes up with a plan - to marry his best friend. It becomes a trend that Eddie and Steve dance around for more than 20 years of ups, downs, and tragedies. Read to find out what happens when a ring pop and a handful of fake marriages changes both of their lives.

Or - 5 times Eddie & Steve were fake married and the one time they finally get hitched (for real)!!

We'll Be Rocking 'Til the Sun Goes Down | (E) 9033 words

When Gareth breaks his arm and needs to find a replacement drummer, Eddie is surprised to see Steve stand up to be that person. He's taken off guard by Steve's talent - no one knows that Steve's been sneaking into Hawkins High band room at night just to play the drum kit there. When previous crushes become too much to bear, what happens when feelings bubble over and a shirtless moment finally ignites the flame? Read to find out!

Or - Steve fills in as Corroded Coffins' drummer and Eddie is thirsty for it.

Look How We've Grown | (E) 11,230 words

Eddie Munson never expected Steve Harrington to enter into his life, especially not because of some silly movie. Yet, it happened and the best next step was to find a way to make the best out of an off the wall situation. It's surprisingly better than Eddie expected, to be with someone who paid attention and loved him for all his worth. Except, Steve shows his love in a way that takes some getting used to.

Or - 5 times Steve said "I love you" to Eddie without really saying it, and the 1 time it came so beautifully out of his mouth.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie masterlist #fic masterlist #masterlists #bobbie writes #fic stuff

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starburst0822 · 1 month

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"Lila is Charlotte's fairy godmother." So I've seen most pair Bingo with Lila (totally fine with), but I paired her with Chucky, and heck this is the reason why. So I can make a Double Babysitter 2.0 (with Bingo's best friend and brother-in-law). Saw a comment theorizing that Chilli didn't actually call Frisky to cancel, she was just setting Rad and Frisky up, and well Bingo did the same. Also seemed pretty fitting to post this now we know Rad and Frisky are getting married in The Sign.

#bluey #next gen #ms paint #fanart #screenshot edit #bluey oc #bingo heeler #bingo #chucky #lila #lucky #charlotte #blueberry

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inukag-on-ao3 · 7 months

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Recovery Time

by Danie_Dae

NEW STORY!

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M

Fandoms: InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale

Relationships: Higurashi Kagome/InuYasha

Characters: InuYasha (InuYasha), Higurashi Kagome

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Married Life, Injury Recovery, Premature Ejaculation

Summary: The moment Inuyasha is no longer injured, he gets frisky. A little too frisky. Drabble.

Words: 1,368 | Chapters: 1/1 | Language: English | Private: No

#inukag #inukago #InuYasha - A Feudal Fairy Tale #fanfic #ao3 #bot #latest #fanfiction

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emyluwinter · 1 year

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In connection with the news about the schedule for February.

Most of the fandom. - LEONA!!WE WILL GET THE SSR CARD OF LEON IN HIS NATIONAL CLOTHES!!WILL WE SEE FARENA?!

I'm yelling and chirping in the background somewhere out of the way. - Are we going to see all those gorgeous amazing women?? Who is afraid of Leona and Ruggie?!Will we see the Queen and Leona's daughter-in-law, Cheka's mom?A community of Lionesses?! Will we see a Royal guard consisting of strong trained women?! Will we see traditional national costumes?! Will they tell us more about the cult ent and the history of this country?!Will they show us some local festivals or national holidays?!

Honestly, I laugh so much from my naive side of expectations, the essence of which is that … this game is filled with male characters…

But I'm passionate about how I want to see WOMEN.

BECAUSE IT'S YANA TOBOSO. SHE MAKES THEM SO THAT MY HEART MAKES BONK. and then another flip with a U-turn.

Seriously, I can't….they are so amazing. Najima? - stole a snack from Jamil. Told embarrassing facts from his childhood.

Is Epel's grandmother Maria? - in the past, an amazing sled racer.And her frisky nature is simply charming. Epel followed in his Grandmother's footsteps~

Eliza, who took out most of the student body with one blow with one hand?Caused complete chaos in one day? (she made me laugh with her actions, because I imagine Yuu watching all this and quietly whispering, "she's brave.I like her.")

The Fairy Queen at the Fairy Gala? Just 100000000/10.

forgive me my weakness.

And also….

Leona has gathered almost EVERYONE with whom he does not get along particularly. HA!!

Except Kalim. He is the sun, very rich in the heart of the bright sun. Everyone has their drawbacks. but he's still a charmer.

Just a Lilia….LILIA IN THIS EVENT WITH LEONA?! Excuse me for a moment, they were not very friendly with any interaction on my bad failed memory. Fight-fight-fight-fight.

Kheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeem.

Vil-sama, I'm so glad that I can get your card. Even if she's R rank. I can already imagine how his eye is starting to twitch from Leona's behavior.

And one more question.

Yuu, my sweet darling……by what incredible miracle, you will be brought TO THE ROYAL PALACE, APPARENTLY?!

So the List of Yuu Visit the residence of the mansion of one of the richest families in the world, Al-Asim.Where simple poor students with a cat will definitely not get to just like that - done. Visit the royal palace of the Leona family without having agreed an audience through any of their ministries or officials/councils/parliaments. - done. Visit the Thorn Valley of Tsunotaro - ?????

Maybe Yuu and Grimm don't have a special status or money in their pocket…. But these two are traveling, which any student would envy. Their connections begin to grow with the scale of the spider web.

OH!! And the second part of Chapter 7 at the end of the month!!! I think according to the scenario it will be a good move or go to the preparation of subsequent actions. With details and more gaining momentum of actions. If the plot uses the three-act system so familiar to everyone. Or Toboso can just twist the story as we don't expect at all, that is, change the pace and apply a roller coaster. There seems to have been talk that the story here will somehow be told differently. From a writer's and creative point of view, I'm burning with curiosity!!!

But the most painful thing……………………………………..

WHERE DO I GET THESE F*CKING KRISSTALS.

I STILL HAVE TO SAVE UP FOR AZUL, damn IT. f*ck!!!

somebody help me…

#twst #twst news #disney twst #san talk #twst spoilers

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saintmeghanmarkle · 2 months

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Let's Talk Photoshop by u/lastlemming-pip

Let's Talk Photoshop Everyone has seen this photo.https://preview.redd.it/jnhwt1s9dtnc1.jpg?width=731&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c582a08c6446d11a9fe89eb2623e9ac5d8253d84It’s everywhere. But have you noticed how Photoshopped it is? Even my relatively amateur eye can see some major manipulation. Granted there is image degradation because I'm looking at an image that is posted on the web. Still someone getting frisky w/ the “History Brush Tool” should be relatively easy to spot—so let's look together.First note masking.Major maskingThe two major character that are the centerpiece of the image have been isolated & given a special “glow” effect that makes the two “pop” out from the background. Also note: how the halo effect disappears, for no discernible reason, when moving from Megs’ skirt to her legs.This is a pretty easy effect in Photoshop. As seen here.https://preview.redd.it/c4cr8whcgtnc1.png?width=1380&format=png&auto=webp&s=782693c08bf6675df46f25b334f3eca63ad28b23Note: There's also a security guard on the left in the photo that is so masked he appears radioactive.Next: Rain DropsRain, rain everywhere:Everyone is so excited about the rain!!!!On Harry/Megs a few splashes. Lots of rain on the thrilled spectators. Rain on the cars, on the road. But funny, just a few seconds later: really no rain at all.Note masking has also vanished. Poof!Next, **Reflective Surfaces:**Here light seems to behave like a stream of water. The source of one potent “beam” is off camera. It then travels to Megs pony tail were it splits up to pass in front & behind Megs' coiffure . Ultimately it breaks up into little spiky halos. This just is not the way light works, at least in real life. Photoshop is another matter.The misplaced shadowAlso see Megs shoes. The light reflecting off the pavement is so brilliant it obscures the details around her feet, but not so brilliant that it abolishes the shadow one of her feet casts on the ground.**Magic Umbrella**There is a land where fairies play & umbrellas are lit from w/in. ![img](0klzojs7ftnc1 Their umbrella was lit by love"His feethttps://ift.tt/kv6VlqK don’t even know what is going on here.As for the photographer:”I knew I had a truly special shot," photographer Samir Hussein tells Town & Country.Per Town & Country (https://ift.tt/2hyaMwA photo almost instantly came to represent Harry and Meghan's resilience and their joy [ah, those were the days] amid the drama of a transition out of their senior royal roles. It also quickly became the singular image from the evening—no small feat when there are multiple photographers taken hundreds of photographs, and those images are instantly beamed around the world.In the same article, Hussain pats himself on the back:”It's a one in a million when all the elements you could wish for as a photographer come together—perfect timing, great lighting, strong symbolism and amazing subjects make this a magical photo I am extremely proud of."Well we can kind of guess where Hussein got that image. He got it from his laptop back in his hotel room after downloading a bunch of boring snaps of a couple of boring people and applying some digital alterations. All in a days work.What a lucky guy. post link: https://ift.tt/T7c5BYg author: lastlemming-pip submitted: March 12, 2024 at 03:51AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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kth1 · 1 year

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kth1 Wip Poll (221108)

Here is where tumblr user, kth1, is requesting feedback and interest in their list of active floating wips I have running around in my documents and head. Please, if you have the time and patience, follow through the poll and fill out the necessary areas! Thank you so much in advance and Happy Reading! 🧡

i completely cut down on a handful of wips too... like seriously... a handful! (honestly, like I cut about 9 fics) full descriptions and ideas aren’t labeled due to laziness and other reasons. please don’t take the ideas i have laid out. but if something inspires you, like we could totally work together and make a lil mini collab. bet. hit me up!

Below the cut are the list of fics I am currently ready to elaborate more on! The poll is located at the end of the post!

total wips: 11

Amalgamation [MYG]

⁀➷ Idea: Beautifully based off the Underworld film series. Events are very similar but more in the OC perspective! Like, I can’t express this anymore. Yoongi is basically Selene in this and OC is Michael. ⁀➷ Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Fem Human!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fantasy/supernatural, action, thriller, romance, smut

To Find the Sheep [JJK]

⁀➷ Idea: Based off of Red Riding Hood film (2011) which is adapted from the original Little Red Riding Hood fairy-tale. ⁀➷ Pairing: Jungkook x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fantasy, angst, mystery, romance, smut

Power Hour [KNJ]

⁀➷ Idea: OC works at the HYBE gym and falls head over heels for the beefy hunk who works out routinely every week. They develop a nice little crush on another (kind of) and then they... well... you know. ⁀➷ Pairing: Namjoon x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut

Safe Haven [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is a royal guard for your family. Proving his loyalty and dedication to you once your family gets attacked by rebels. This one I do have coming out in a collab in 2023! But please give royal guard jimin a chance to sweep you off your feet and save you from the rebels! He’s got the moon sequence tattooed down his back! ⁀➷ Pairing: Royal Guard Werewolf!Jimin x Fem Princess!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: semi-modern day au, forbidden love au, smut

Game Point [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: Basically, OC is the new assistant coach for the Korea men’s national volleyball team. She quickly learns that someone on the team was one of her last drunken hook ups, but it unfortunately isn’t the handsome ambidextrous right side hitter by the name of Kim Taehyung. This one is scary for me to write and I come back to it ever so often. I love volleyball and would love nothing more than to see Taehyung in a volleyball setting. I just don’t know if anyone else would care. ⁀➷ Pairing: Volleyballplayer!Taehyung x Fem AssistantCoach!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: strangers to lovers, smut

Haven’t Had Enough [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: When things begin heading down the rocky path of bad behaviors and habits while on the road to success, the two of you struggle to keep the heartwarming connection you once shared. Where countless reminders of not having another serves you every single second in each others presence. Even though the two of you collectively agreed to the split in the first place, neither one of you are comfortable enough to give up on another. Apart of a future collab! Yes they break up but they get back together. ⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Taehyung x Fem MerchManager!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: established relationship, angst, smut

Feeling Frisky [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Hybrid!!!! Jimin purposely hunts oc for fun, a casual encounter between the two of them. The thrill of the hunt and capturing his prey is always arousing. ;) Snowy mountain caves with secret hot springs are the thoughts here. Just a nice little frisky fun loving. ⁀➷ Pairing: SnowLeopard!Taehyung x Fem BlueSheep!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: fwb, fluffy, smutty

Lessons Learned [KTH]

⁀➷ Idea: Aight, here me out. Pokemon themed. Taehyung runs an Eevee/Pokemon daycare/breeder facility and OC is trying to get her Eevee to evolve! So OC and Taehyung work alongside another to help OC’s Eevee become comfortable to change. Blue hair Taehyung is the need. I won’t ruin the innocence of Pokemon here, I promise! ⁀➷ Pairing: Taehyung x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Pursuite to Articuno [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Surprise, another pokemon themed one! This one is basically Jimin as a trainer, looking to collect himself an Articuno so he travels to the Seafoam Islands in hopes to battle and capture one. However, the one he finds already has a trainer. OC. Purple hair Jimin is the vibe.⁀➷ Pairing: Jimin x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: pokemon au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

Velvet Voice [JJK]

⁀➷ Idea: Uprising lead singer Jungkook has never had a problem finding himself a nightly companion to share a bed with. What he doesn’t expect is that he finds himself with a true nightly companion after his set. Yes, oc is a vampire in this one. ⁀➷ Pairing: LeadSinger!Jungkook x Fem Vampire!Reader ⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut

No Title* [PJM]

⁀➷ Idea: Jimin is attached to a very rare and exotic flower which OC ends up buying to spice up her apartment decorations. Throughout the days, she begins running more and more into this very seductive, beautiful man which she never had met before. ⁀➷ Pairing: Incubus!Jimin x Fem Reader ⁀➷ Themes: supernatural au, strangers to lovers, smut

I am very willing to chat a little more about each fic, but I will not give the whole run down on what I plan on doing with them. Me asking for your feedback is me looking for reassurance and hope. Interest and excitement. I don’t normally reach out like this, but I am willing to try and see exactly what some of you guys may be looking forward to seeing!

Just shoot me an ask if you have any questions!

Other than that: HERE IS THE POLL FOR THE FICS

#mb #kth1 wip poll #dont steal my ideas either because literally most of these fics all got something towards them and imma throw elbows #i really did cut so many wips because i even couldn't find myself to liking them enough right now hahaha #i will be self reblogging this here and there

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nysocboy · 3 months

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Workaholics Episode 1.9: Adam kisses a cougar, gets frisky with Ders, and raps as a bodybuilding fairy wizard

Workaholics Episode 1.9 was heavily criticized on the Gender/Sex/Media blog as homophobic: the guys think of "homosexuality" as weird and wrong -- and something you can catch. Plus Adam uses a homophobic slur! We'll see.

Scene 1: The guys dressed as wizards in long beards and conical caps, rehearsing a rap number for the Renaissance Faire. Ders asks why Adam has ripped his shirt off: "We're trying to get people excited, right? The world needs to see the madness that is my upper torso." Can't disagree with that.

Next Ders objects to "whoring out" the art of rap, but the guys remind him that ladies with big boobs will be watching their performance, so ok.

Scene 2: At work, the guys are watching through the window as Adam lifts weights on the patio. Geez, don't you gawk at his bod enough at home? Sorry, of course there's no such thing as "enough."

Suddenly a middle-aged lady comes onto the patio to smoke: Sharon, the owner of the whole building! The guys, watching, don't understand.. "Why is that lady talking to Adam? Wait -- why are they kissing?" Well, Billy, some boys like to kiss boys, and some like to kiss girls.

Scene 3: Blake wonders where Adam has been for three days; he's missing the Wizard Rap rehearsals. He comes in to announce that he's moving in with Sharon! They're in love, they're having sex, and besides, she's helping him with his bodybuilding career. She got him a gig at the Tri-County Amateur Bodybuilding Competition. Um..buddy, anyone can sign up for those things. Blake and Ders disapprove: she's a cougar (middle aged lady who's into young guys.) Nonsense, she's the same age as Adam's mom, who has sex a lot. He zooms away on the back of Sharon's motorcycle. The guys feel betrayed, and decide that they will break up the lovebirds. Their plan: Ders will seduce her. Won't work -- I'm sure Sharon is fine with three-ways.

Scene 4: The guys arrive at Sharon's mansion. While Adam shows Blake around, Ders asks to check out the pool The grand tour, consisting of the various places where Adam has made "the magic happen": their bedroom, the staircase, her son's bedroom, the kitchen. Have they ever actually had sex? I think a big reveal is coming.

Meanwhile Ders goes out to the pool in a very tight Speedo and flirts with Sharon. She can't swim, so he offers to teach her.

Scene 5: Adam shows Blake the gym, where he's preparing for the bodybuilding competition. Blake wants to stall him, to give Ders enough time to complete the seduction, so he asks for a demonstration of the bicep curl. Adam likes to keep the window open during his workouts, so when he screams, people outside think he's having sex. But aren't you having sex a lot anyway?

Meanwhile, in the pool, Sharon asks Ders "Are you trying to seduce me?" She is totally open to the idea. Scene 6: Adam looks out the window, sees Sharon and Ders flirting, and runs down in a jealous snit. "We're going to fight!"

Upset at being interrupted in the midst of a seduction, Ders cries "You are frickin' dead, boy!" But when he climbs out of the pool, he is aroused!

They can't fight that way, so he has to lie down until he gets soft. But the minute the two start grabbing at each other, they both get aroused! "Your boner is contagious!" Adam exclaims. He orders Ders to put on a shirt to hide his hunkinest. What about you, Mr. Sexiest Man on the Planet? It can't be a fair fight with your gorgeousness distracting your opponent. "Wait, am I supposed to hit you or kiss you? I'll compromise with a blow job."

Ders agrees -- they're too attracted to each other for a physical fight. Maybe if they just hurl insults? Nope -- it turns into an "are you as turned on as I am?" tirade that stops just short of the kiss. And they're aroused again!

Ok, so they can't fight or argue. The guys kick Adam out of the Wizard Rap Group. He doesn't care, because he's busy prepping for the bodybuilding competition that Sharon got for him. It's on the same day, and it's more important to him than "dressing like a fairy wizard."

Wizards typically aren't fairies in fantasy fiction. Is this a homophobic slur? Is the whole exchange characterizing same-sex desire as "weird"?

Of course not. The guys aren't horrified or disgusted by their boners; it's just inconvenient. They are quite aware that they are attracted to each other, and that Adam is attracted to men in general. It comes up over and over (so to speak).

Bromance usually includes some physical attraction, but the guys ignore it because they are too attracted to women to become invested in a gay relationship.

And the "fairy wizard"? It would be the only homophobic slur that any of Adam Devine's characters use in the twelve movies and dozens of tv episodes, and various stand-up performances that I've seen. Besides, the rap is hardly feminine: it's about the various ways that the wizards destroy their opponents. I think Adam (DeMamp) just doesn't understand the conventions of fantasy fiction.

Scene 7: Blake and Ders leave, assuring each other that they don't need Adam. They still have each other. But it doesn't work: at home, they try to toss Adam a beer. play beer pong with him, cuddle in the jacuzzi with him. They are a trio; they need a third. They interview Karl as a new roommate and member of their Wizard Rap group.

Scene 8: At work, Adam is doing bicep presses at his desk (with 20 pound dumbells, very light for a bodybuilder, or even a gym rat). Sharon orders him to her office ("powder you balls"). But he doesn't get naked -- he screws her with a dildo attached to his face.

"So, next time, could we use the strap-on that God gave me?" Nope. So no screwing, no cunnilingus, no physical contact of any sort? Does she even like Adam?

Scene 9: Wizard Rap rehearsal. Karl wears his new costume, which shows off his chest. Not another one! Adam drops by to snipe at them a little. "Things are going great for me!" and so on. After he leaves, the guys suggest using their sadness in the act. Ders whimpers "Adam..." Aww, just tell him that you love him and want him back.

Scene 10: Adam bursts into the locker room at the Tri-Valley Amateur Bodybuilding Competition. The other contestants, twice as big, make fun of him. One (American Gladiators star Michael O'Hearn, center) ask if he's the mascot. That's not fair -- these competitions go by weight class.

The announcer (another American Gladiators star, Lee Reherman) calls everyone onto the stage. Ders and Blake watching, complain that Adam looks ridiculous, "like a baby man."

Wait -- why isn't Adam's girlfriend in the audience, cheering him on? Adam goes backstage to call Sharon, and gets voicemail.

It's Adam's turn to perform. The announcer says that he's 5.8, 240 pounds. Huh? That's not possible. He does Ninja kicks and splits, and makes funny faces; assuming that he is performing a parody, everyone in the audience laughs. But he is being serious. Blake and Ders rise to his defense: "He's got ten times more bravery than you!" Also a huge bulge.

Scene 11: Adam offstage, crying. The guys convince him to go back, but not as a bodybuilder -- they perform their Wizard Rap number. The judges like the clever parody, and give Adam a trophy (or he steals one). Anyway, they are friends again.

Sharon drives up on her motorcycle: "Hop on, monkey." But she missed the most important moment of Adam's life, so he dumps her. No problem, she'll just go on to the next. She zooms off.

Friendship forever. They hug -- and Ders gets another boner! The end.

Beefcake: Adam throughout, Ders in a swimsuit.

The Hetero-Romance: I don't understand Sharon's end game. Of course she doesn't actually care about Adam -- she is just using him for sex -- but why doesn't she want to have any physical contact? If it is her personal kink, it needs to be explored more thoroughly. Structurally, she seems to be setting him up, convincing him that he's ready for a bodybuilding competition when he doesn't even know the proper poses, so she can laugh at his humiliation. But that can't be right -- she doesn't show up to laugh. The two plotlines are not connected very well.

Heterosexism: Not much. We see Adam and Sharon kiss once. The face-dildo screwing is just strange.

Gay Subtext: A big one, and completely deliberate.

The uncensored photos and a nude frontal of Mike O'Hearn are on RG Beefcale amd Boyfriends

#Adam Devine #Blake Anderson #Anders Holm #Workaholics #gay subtext #Renaissance faire #homophobic slur #bodybuilding

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beedreamscape · 1 year

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Loquaerryn fluff because I can and there's isn't enough of it. Syrupy sweet, clown behaviour with the tiniest pinch of spice. 1.7k words.

Laerryn has never been in love before.

She had once, in her more than a century-long life, felt satisfied in someone's company, the companionship, and it could've been something --- he was handsome, reasonable, driven. But it wasn't enough to keep her around once their interests began to diverge. He would eventually make his way across Domunas, pursue a war artificer career, and she'd make her way across Exandria, conquering the skies and beyond.

So when it happens, it comes knocking as a battering ram.

A thrill ride, the unexplored territory of being irrevocably smitten, equal parts exhilarating and mortifying. It's a neverending hunger, an ever-burning flame of thought.

She's a grown woman in all her freedom and rights, yet she becomes a thing that loves in Loquatius' presence.

She's aware of the ways of fey --- through a torrent of questions she hopes Patia took as mere curiosity and nothing more. She knows of their contracts, their hierarchy, their peculiar shade of magic, uncanny and mesmerizing at the same time. Also knows of their charm, their beauty and allure, their alien strangeness.

That all felt more true to nymphs and pixies and fairies, the legendary Archfeys and rags. Loquatius, even with his fantastical metamorphic powers, comes out as an ordinary man with a peculiar personality. He has a job and acts accordingly in social events, his rental is reasonably organized and he speaks eloquently enough to sell even the cheapest ideas.

But then the chrysalis will crack and reveal the magnificent vibrant creature lying within.

She will hear him laugh and charm a crowd with ease no ordinary person ever could and wonder how could she have ever doubted it.

She will wake in the night and watch him sleep and have confirmed every rumour and every myth --- No mortal man could be this beautiful, this ethereal.

Or maybe it's in the way he holds her and, in every inch of connection, she can feel an otherworldly possessiveness awaking in her an instinct to give in.

How many times had she made fun of Evandrin for the same sort of behaviour? For his foolishness and his soppiness, for his eagerness and surrender. Falling in love was always for other people who were reasonable and likeable and gentle, who didn't have their minds wrapped in ambition and had time for idleness.

It'd make her laugh were it not so terrifying.

Evandrin never told her about that part...

Despite her lack in deceptiveness, she finds success in keeping her affections under covers. While the sexual tension is more than palpable and their endeavours aren't a secret to their friends, she doesn't bring him up in conversation very often and acts mostly sane in Quay's company, hiding every shade of romance that could color her words.

But while she stands there, serious-faced and unperturbed, her own body makes sure to remind her that something as honeyed as it is fiery coats her soul, each and every time, at the faintest sign of his presence.

But then in private, just the two of them, it's arduous to contain the ever-growing fervour of feelings. He becomes a quiet and tender thing and she turns into a giddy and frisky mess.

She sits sideways on his lap, resting in a slow late afternoon, a position she hadn't thought she'd allow herself to be in a year before, the soft cotton of her skirt leaving her perceptive to the corduroy fabric of his trousers, always expensive and perfectly cut for him. It's a comfortable place to be.

He means to brush a strand behind her ear but instead twirls the curl around his finger. “You haven't been as vocal as usual, darling girl.”

She sighs resting her temple on his shoulder. “I'm circling through some thoughts.”

“Would you care to share them?”

She smiles for a moment. “Always the exemplar reporter.”

He chuckles. “I can't help it.”

He allows her a silent moment to ponder but tilts his head sideways to look at her watching the muscles of his neck shift.

Her lips open with a fleeting sound, but spotting his loving eyes fixed on her, instead, she reaches her hand towards his face, stroking his cheek, his cloud-soft skin underlined by a marble-like weave of veins, then traces lips, nose ridge, the thin dark skin around his eyes, the feathery fan of white eyelashes, the barely there peak of his ear. Others wouldn't believe how dainty a thing his face can be from its drastic shifts and all those grand expressions.

The corners of his lips curve into a smile. “Are you trying to distract me?”

She sighs. “Trying to make sense of something.”

“I promise this is my real face.”

Lastly, she traces the dip beneath his lips down to his chin before pulling away. “I know that. You're... “

“What?” He whispers.

“I can't word it…”

And truly, words escape her along with a growing weight the longer she observes him. She straightens, on his lap still.

“You're making me worried, Lae.”

“Well, I'm about to make it worse.”

He stiffens beneath her, leaning forward to get a better look at her face. Laerryn is rarely ever a hard person to read, never had someone he met been this unmasked. He rests a gentle hand on her elbow.

Her eyes flutter and there's a tightness just below her lungs. It's a sudden wave of boldness which, this time, she chooses to ride.

“I'm in love with you, Quay.” She looks him in the eyes. “I love you.”

And the words feel just as true out of her mouth as they have felt in the past month or so, as much as she tried pulling them away.

There's only a deep exhale in response from Loquatius and Laerryn's stomach grows icy cold with regret. She never longed for anyone's attention or appreciation, but any indifference from Quay would be too much even for her. To have the breaking of her soul be seen as anything but monumental and deep would be the death of the most wonderful thing she has shared with someone and she isn't sure there'll ever come someone capable of putting her back together.

But, slowly, Quay's face grows silvery bright along with the most tender of smiles. He's flushed.

His hand ascends from her elbow to the back of her head, holding her still as their lips meet. It's all the answer Laerryn needs, even more than she could've hoped for. If words escaped her, her body is always ready to reveal its truths.

And the answers it doesn't possess, she is more than pleased to seek in Quay's mouth. It's hidden in the way he pulls her close, disguised in the way she cradles his face in her hands, obscured by the way they want more, closer, intenser.

“Nothing else could've made me happier,” he says between kisses without ever pulling more than two inches away from her face. “No time I've called you my darling has meant anything less. My. Darling.”

She adjusts her legs beside his hips and kisses him again, to steal the words from his mouth, to taste the honey that coats his tongue. He's engulfed in her hold, contained within a cloud of noisy desire, the rocking of her hips trying to wake the primal fey essence of his soul and body, the part that wants her in the most physical of forms. And he wants her, for all the gods, he wants her.

The pull of clothes is desperate between laborious breaths and the magnetism of lips tongues teeth, warm skin, wet mouths.

Laerryn is loud, louder than she'd ever been before. There's nothing left to hide, the cut has already been made, and no other option is left but to tear herself open from tip to tip, to finally share with Quay the true extent of her desire.

But Loquatius has all the sensibilities to recognise that Laerryn's mind and organism are both running a thousand miles an hour, knows she's trying to burn through the feeling and the exposition of confession instead of sitting with the weight of the moment.

“Darling, darling,” he grips her hips until she stops and she whines against his cheek, “don't exhaust yourself, I'll give you what you want.”

“I want you,” she says with a growl yet coated in warm honey.

“And you'll have me.” He holds her face in front of his. “Let's go to my bed, let's take our time. Our time.”

And then it's too much and the tears start pouring and, in a reluctant fashion, she tries to wipe them away against the continuous pour, cursing under her breath. She's not sad, she's not frustrated, she's simply overflowing with feelings she's yet to name.

“Oh, love, don't…” He kisses her cheekbones. “It's okay though. It's all very overwhelming, is it not?”

“Overwhelming doesn’t cover half of it. I've never felt this way... I feel like I'm dying and nothing can save me.”

Quay knits his would-be eyebrows pinch together at the sight, it was his first time seeing her cry and it was tragically beautiful how the tears make the gold in her eyes glitter.

“You don't need saving. If you're falling, you're falling into the safety of my love where my heart is tender and ready for you. I love you since I first saw you, Laerryn.”

Every word is made even more beautiful with her lipstick smeared across his lips against the pale grey skin, she wipes it out with her thumb either way.

And a smile grows through the tears. “You didn't know me.”

“Doesn't mean I didn't want you. You've given me a gift with the truth of your feelings and I wanna repay you with my loyalty. Give this whatever name you prefer, I'll be yours for as long as you'll have me and even then I’ll still be yours.”

“Loquatius Seelie, you are lightning in a bottle. Where else can I find someone like you?” His face can barely contain his smile which in turn makes Laerryn sigh in admiration. “Yes, I’ll have you. I just hope you’re mindful of the bargain you just struck with me.”

And it’s with vibrant laughter that he takes her, this most beautiful woman that loves him, in his arms to his bedroom.

#loquaerryn #laerryn x loquatius #laerryn coramar seelie #loquatius seelie #writing #flash fic #wow would you look at that #me still in love with these two... in this economy #the guy mentioned in the beginning is a legit character I came up with for my fic bc 🤩drama🤩#i just felt corny the other day and had to do something about it #that's it

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