#... under the moon ~~ kiss expert
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SLEIGHT OF HAND | LYNEY
summary you will not let lyney get to you. unfortunately, lyney already got to you the moment you met eyes. after all, what is a magician if not an expert in stealing hearts?
or, local sumeru architect goes to fontaine looking for inspiration and comes out of it with three rainbow roses and a crushing magician.
warnings 13+, gn!reader, follows the fontaine archon quest, so there are major spoilers throughout the entire fic! MURDER (lyney trial spoilers) + feminine french pet names ough + bff!Aether loml + sweet talker lyney + KISS SCENE (suggestive)
notes 8K words. thank u to my french bff art @aanobrain who said lyney is a magician he would say mon lapin 🤧❤️ + other various french pet names. thank u to ellie hyomagiri & earthtooz too for hyping this up, my supporters…
“500,000!?”
Sumeru streets are always bustling with its people—from children skipping around the neighborhood to frantic scholars who zip back and forth before returning to their homes when the moon is high. However, the sun is beating down on everyone right now: street vendors are making a profit, dogs are barking as they play fetch with laughing children, and you stand across the blond traveler and his floating companion.
You wince at the volume of Paimon’s shrill voice, inciting bypassers to send miffed glances your way. Embarrassed, you cover the side of your face with a hand, whispering, “Is—is that not enough? I can—”
“No, no, it’s not that!” Paimon’s arms flail around, eyes blown comically wide. “It’s just, you know, more than what we earn from our daily commissions combined!”
“Oh, I see.” you nod, relieved. “Well, I can lower—”
“No, no, no, no,” Paimon interjects hurriedly, and even the traveler shakes his head. “Pleasure to do business with you! Paimon and Aether, at your service!”
“Really?” you can’t believe your luck—the traveler himself agreed to escort you to Fontaine! Or does it count if Paimon agrees on his behalf? “That's a relief. Even Katheryne of the guild had a strange expression when I posted my commission.”
“It’s probably because of the amount of zeroes you might’ve accidentally put,” Paimon murmurs.
Aether tugs on her foot as if warning her. “We'll be leaving soon. Are you prepared?”
“Oh, yes. My stuff’s over there by the bench, you see?”
Aether and Paimon’s faces simultaneously fall. “All of that?” Paimon starts counting it, gaping when she has four little fingers held up.
They sure complain a lot. “You can still back out.”
Aether takes a deep breath, making his way over to your luggage. When he brushes past, you hear him chanting 500,000; 500,000; 500,000 under his breath. He wordlessly carries all of them, his chest puffed and expression grave.
“They’re heavier than I thought,” Aether wheezes out as Paimon flits worriedly around him. “How long are you going to be staying in Fontaine?”
“Oh, just a day or two, maybe,” you say, taking pity and taking one bag from him. “Most of what’s inside are art supplies.”
“Ah,” Aether says.
“500,000,” Paimon reminds him.
“We’re close,” Paimon says, flying back to where you and Aether are still walking behind, him heaving and you offering water now and then. “I saw a huge ravine-looking view! It was like a city on a waterfall!”
“R-Really?” Aether puffs out a breath, sweat rolling off his temple.
You tried prying some of your bags away from him when it seemed like there were monsters up ahead, but he refused instead to fight them with one hand on his sword. He still won. You guessed that he was trying to make traveling easier for you, yet all you felt was immense worry.
“Are you feeling okay, Y/N?” Paimon asks, floating beside you. “You look unwell.” You should ask your companion that, instead.
“I’m a bit nervous. After all, it’s my first time traveling outside of Sumeru.” You smile, patting her head. She doesn’t seem to mind, beaming back. “But I need to get out of my comfort zone to be better, right?”
“That's right! Paimon has a feeling you’ll enjoy Fontaine!” You and Paimon glance at Aether when he heaves a heavy breath, yet he only waves the pair of you off with his free hand. “Before you know it, you’ll be itching to travel again once you’re back in Sumeru.”
“I'm only there for work. I just need to learn a lot, and then I'll enjoy it.”
“Still a student through and through, huh…”
“I can see it,” Aether chimes in, looking all too relieved to rest his arm finally. “I can see Fontaine up ahead.”
You feel the cool breeze brush against your face, a refreshing change from the past hours you and the other two have been trudging through the desert. You could strip off layers and dive if you could. You can make out the harbor even miles away, pouring water out like an endless waterfall stretching for miles.
Arriving in Fontaine is introducing yourself to the rustle of layered skirts, the water-kissed smell, and citizens left and right babbling about tragic endings and thrilling climaxes.
Aether sets your bags on the floor with a heavy exhale. Paimon feeds him with another jug of water.
“I guess we’re here now.” You pull out a heavy pouch you’ve been keeping in one of the bags Aether had been holding over his shoulder. Paimon takes it with greedy, greedy hands. “Thank you for keeping me safe and carrying my luggage, Traveler— are you even listening to me?”
“There’s a girl over there,” Aether says, now staring ahead.
You and Paimon turn to look; sure enough, someone is standing by the edge, looking forlornly over the water. Half of her foot is off the platform, making Paimon fidget.
She gasps. “She isn’t going to jump into the water, is she? Maybe we should go check on her…”
Halfway through Paimon’s sentence, you gathered the courage to speak to the girl with the cat ears.
“Hey, miss.” Her ear twitches. “Is something the matter?”
She turns, looking faintly surprised. If you weren’t so close to her, you wouldn’t have been able to tell there was a change in her expression. “I'm fine. thank you.”
“Oh.” Now things are a little awkward. “Is there something in the water you’re looking at? You might slip if you keep tipping forward.”
She peers below, unworried—silent.
“As long as you’re okay, I guess,” you sigh, awkwardly hovering above her shoulder when realizing it might come off strange if you touch her. “I’ll leave you be.”
Her lips twitch, something close to a smile. You don’t stick long enough to admire it, heading back to Aether and Paimon and shrugging at their inquisitive looks. “She says she’s fine.”
“I think it’s time for me to separate,” you say. “I want to take all of it in as much as possible. Paimon has my payment. Thank you both so much for keeping me safe.” Mostly Aether, though. But Paimon was there, emotionally.
“It’s no problem,” Aether says, his smile warmer than when you first met him. “Stay safe out there. You can look for us if you need anything else.”
“I don’t always pay 500,000 for each of my commissions.”
Paimon wilts. Aether flushes, stammering, “Not what I meant.” You laugh heartily as they wave when you walk off to the aquabus, hopefully, prepared for what Fontaine will give you.
Your sketchbook is a page away from completion when you hear about a magic show at the Opera House. Not that it was hard to miss—everyone and their grandmothers were prattling about nothing else but the entire day.
Fontaine is known for its love for dramatics, but the twins they keep mentioning must be a one-of-a-kind spectacle to have half their region’s population speak about them so reverently.
After wandering for hours, taking in the endless sights of fresh water streaming and grand castle-like modern buildings, you find yourself in the Fountain of Lucine. You’ve heard of Fontaine being somewhat titled the ‘City of Love,’ but seeing couples surrounding each nook and cranny of the tourist spots was still astonishing.
(You console yourself by thinking that there’s something romantic in sketching frantically while the rest of the crowd are sucking faces.)
To your luck, you spot three familiar heads in the fountain plaza.
Aether senses you before you can even say anything, glancing to the side and smiling when you wave at him.
Paimon flutters excitedly. “Y/N! We didn’t think we’d see you again this early. You look like you’re glowing.”
“Was it that obvious?” you laugh sheepishly. “Fontaine is beautiful; I couldn’t even stick too long in one place before I see something else that catches my attention.” You look to the girl you met earlier, who nods politely. “Hello. Are you three acquainted now?”
“Mhm!” Paimon says, hands on her hips. “This is Lynette! She’s inviting us to the show they’re holding here!” She gasps, “Speaking of—”
“Ah,” Lynette says quietly, “I couldn’t get an extra ticket. I’m sorry.”
Lynette is the magician you keep hearing about? With her seemingly reserved personality, you wouldn’t have guessed it. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to impose.”
“Paimon,” Aether speaks up. “They gave you your ticket, right? Why don’t you just float next to me or sit on my lap?”
Paimon’s eyes sparkle. “Great idea! That way, I can give my seat to Y/N, right?”
“You guys…” Your chest feels warm as Aether hands you one of the two tickets in his hand. “You really didn’t have to.” Is this what 500,00 gets you? The loyal companionship of Aether and Paimon?
“It’s a good idea,” Lynette says. “My brother wouldn’t want you to miss the show. He’d be devastated.”
“If you insist, then I suppose I can’t refuse.” Aether and Paimon do a cute little cheer. “But I need to return to the hotel; I can’t be watching a magic show carrying all these.” Surely Aether can understand.
Later, with your hands finally empty and charcoal-free, you rush back to the Opera Epiclese, the person standing guard kind enough to open the doors despite being a minute late.
“Welcome, one and all, to the Opera Epiclese!” The audience roars with cheers as the spotlight illuminates a figure on the center of the stage. You hurry to your seats, brushing past Aether and Paimon. “I am the star of today’s show, Lyney.”
Lyney bows, then stands upright with a Cheshire cat grin.
The thunder of the crowd’s applause is deafening. If you weren’t able to see it, you’d think that you hadn’t been clapping at all—senses numbed and your fixed stare all on the boy on the stage.
Your eyes catch on the small braid on the side of his head before the gleam of his eyes hypnotizes you.
He’s handsome, you think dizzily at the back of your head.
“Don’t blink,” he says, his voice lower as if meant to be a whisper, “or else you might miss it.”
The show proceeds. A dove soars away from inside as he flips his hat; you flush at hearing the soft laughter that slips from him after. The cards that materialize out of nowhere descend to the floor. His fingers shuffle the cards while talking to keep the audience satiated; they fly off his hands, yet he doesn’t lose focus, stretching them mid-air with a sleight of hand. They fall apart and come together neatly and precisely.
His stage presence is demanding. It would be as if Lady Furina herself would accuse you of committing a crime if you were to look away for even a second.
Then, when he scans the crowd, busy twirling his cards in his fingers, his gaze catches your awed ones.
Something in the air shifts. Or maybe it’s that it slows.
A card slips from his grasp. A mistake. He blinks and breaks eye contact, laughing heartily to play it off. But you don’t believe it—not when you swore your limbs locked in place as well when lilac drilled into your soul.
You breathe, hands bracing against your chest. What was that?
You would’ve played it off as something you imagined if not for Lyney continuing to glance at you occasionally. His slip-up had been forgotten, as though it was all part of the show.
(Is it also part of the show when it seems he’s unable to tear his eyes off of you?)
Of course, the twins prove their worth. They showed you exactly why the people of Fontaine adore watching them through theatrical magic, cards in their sleeves, and defying logic.
You’ve shuffled to the edge of your seat as Lynette disperses into bubbles and comes back alive. You’ve held your breath as Lyney emerges from the box across he was in a moment earlier.
You’ve also been witness to the murder of Cowell.
CRASH.
The shatter of glass resounded along with the horrified gasps of the audience. Sickeningly enough, you could almost hear the crack of bones if you hadn’t been crying out in alarm. Yet, as they gape and shriek over the sight of a limp arm popping out, you find your gaze tracing back to Lyney, who stands motionless in front of the box.
When Lady Furina points fingers and has everyone siding against him, the guards escort the audience from the Opera House. All evidence presented left Lyney in a spotlight unlike his performance: with a disgusted and unamused crowd. Even you have to agree that it isn’t looking well for his case at all.
Yet all you can think of as you leave the room is that Lyney looked as terrified as everyone else was—much too raw of an expression for someone to accuse him of anything at all. He looked young and scared.
(His hands were shaking.)
The rest of your Fontaine trip is admittedly duller when you’re a little more familiar with its city and don’t have a yapping little fairy and a capable Traveler by your side. It’s hard not to hear chatter about the events that went down: Lyney’s trial, Aether volunteering to be his lawyer, and the truth behind the real murderer.
It solved a case beyond the murder of Cowell. Fontaine sure has its mysteries, and the crowd sure loves them as they would a magic show.
You keep your hands busy. Last night, you found yourself thinking back to the magic show, to deft fingers weaving through cards, to violet eyes that kept on flickering to you. By the time you snap back to reality, you’ve subconsciously drawn shapes and lines that suspiciously look like the magician himself: the curve of a smile, piercing eyes, and you entranced by it all.
Flustered, you crumple his face staring back at you out of sight. Yet you can’t bring yourself to throw it away.
You shove the last bit of garlic baguette in your mouth to furiously bat these unwanted thoughts away.
“Isn’t that Y/N?” Paimon’s voice is unmistakable, a short distance off.
You jump out of your skin, spinning to see Aether and Paimon waving and walking over to you. You thought they'd already left Fontaine after that; you wouldn’t blame them if they did.
“Y/N! We haven’t seen you since the Opera House performance,” Paimon exclaims, twirling around your head like a thrilled fly circling a trash can.
You hold onto her back, hoping she’ll stop making you dizzy. “We were escorted out before I could say goodbye. I couldn’t watch the court trial but heard it all turned out fine.”
“That’s right!” Paimon nods proudly. “Paimon helped a ton during it; you should’ve seen it! What have you been doing?”
“I found a fellow architect while visiting the cafe nearby, and we chatted for hours,” you say, remembering that your voice is hoarse for that reason. You also don’t tell them you couldn’t get a certain magician off your mind. “I learned a lot. I don’t regret coming here one bit.”
Paimon says something else that you’re sure you’ve nodded absentmindedly at while your gaze wanders over to the two familiar people a few feet behind, watching you three with cat-like eyes—and it’s not just because of Lynette’s unique features.
“Those are the magicians, right?” you gesture behind Paimon and Aether as if you haven’t already familiarized yourself with their faces.
Paimon nods. “Uh-huh. You should introduce yourself! They look like they want to talk.”
Something about that feels foreboding. “Um, no, it’s fine. I don’t want to be rude and interrupt your conversation.”
“No,” Aether says firmly. He seldom speaks; you might as well play along if he says so. “Besides, Paimon is right. Lyney wants to talk to you, you know?”
“Oh, yeah! He kept mentioning seeing someone sitting beside us! And it couldn’t have been Neuvillette because he said it was an unfamiliar beauty that bewitched this weak magician’s heart.” Paimon nods, even recalling how he’s enunciated each syllable theatrically.
“I’m sorry?” you blurt. “Lyney recognizes me? What did I do?”
“Paimon thinks it’s because Lyney is curious about who Lynette met! He was like that with us, too.” Paimon changes her pitch to match Lyney’s. “Are these your friends, Lynette?”
Aether’s eyes feel like they know something you don’t. “It won’t hurt to strike up a conversation with Lyney. He’s been shaken up since the trial.”
There’s something unspoken hidden in his words. “What does that mean?”
Paimon doesn’t wait for an answer, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to where the twins are waiting. Aether chuckles as he jogs behind.
“Paimon, Aether,” Lyney says, almost sly, “You haven’t introduced us to your friend here.”
“Paimon can do it!” She floats on top of your head and does a bit of jazz hands. “This is Y/N, the one who commissioned us to escort them from Sumeru up to Fontaine.”
“Generously,” Aether adds.
It’s a little embarrassing to have the legendary Traveler and Paimon introduce little old you to a famous magician such as himself, but his grin is still excited.
“From Sumeru?” Lyney repeats, smiling wider when you nod—as if that crumb of attention is enough for him. “I see.”
He performs a bow around the same height as where your hands rest; he takes one, kisses the back of your palm, and smiles against your skin. “I’m Lyney, and she is my sister, Lynette.”
“It’s nice to see you again.” You smile at Lynette, who nods in return. Lyney straightens to look at his sister.
“We met when the Traveler and Paimon just arrived at the harbor,” Lynette sighs even without looking at her brother.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you say, meeting Lyney’s eyes. The spot where he kissed is still warm—tingling. “Your show was incredible, despite what happened. I’m glad that the truth revealed itself.”
“Thank you.” Lyney’s gaze sharpens. “I saw you at the performance, yes. I was worried for a second you might steal the show if you were to come up on stage.”
You blink. “Are you saying—”
Lyney grins, “I apologize that the night had to end that way; it must’ve been horrifying. Say, what if I give you a little show right now to make it up to you?” Did he make it up to each one of his audience, too?
This is not a man acting “shaken up,” as Aether put it.
“You really don’t have to.” You glance at Aether and Paimon, silently asking for help; however, they’re too far gone, urging you to say yes with gestures and encouraging nods.
Lyney tilts his head, demanding your attention on him once more.
You sigh. “I would love to see it if you don’t mind.”
“Of course!” Lyney looks like he’s the sun bursting personified. “It would be a pleasure, ma chérie. Not to worry, it’s nothing life-threatening. I just need you to focus on me.”
Not that it’s hard. The others have become a dull buzz in your mind as Lyney holds your gaze. “Okay.”
Lyney smiles, much softer, satisfied. “Good. Now,” he tips his hat, “recently, I’ve received a little lesson from someone about the language of flowers. Are you familiar with them?”
“Not in Fontaine, no,” you mumble, watching his hands closely. You were expecting a rabbit to hop out of that hat any second now.
“Shame. But I suppose I wouldn’t want to spoil the fun.” Lyney snaps his finger, then deposits his hand inside his hat. “Hmm… Oh? Something’s not quite right. Would you mind looking into this hat for me to see if the flower is here?”
You hesitate. The hat is so close to him.
Swallowing, you nod, leaning in to inspect his hat at a careful pace. All you can sense is the faint scent of heat Lyney is emanating, the breath you two share, and the pounding of your chest. You swear you could also hear his, matching yours.
“The hat’s empty.”
Lyney smiles wider. “Yes, perhaps because you already have it.”
You jump back in surprise, your hands patting your body to see where he could have snuck the flower in. With your frantic movement, the flower falls off from what seems to have come from your head—Lyney catches it.
His mouth carves into a smirk, leaning to invade your personal space, his free hand coming up to tuck hair behind your ear. “Careful.”
Your face is burning. Plucking the flower out, the delicate and tender pink sears into your palm. “What does this flower mean?”
“What does it, I wonder?” Lyney whispers thoughtfully. “I suppose you’ll have to tell me once you find out.”
And when he inclines backward, it feels like you can breathe again. Time flows normally, and the people passing by seem much louder than before—as though you’ve surfaced from underwater.
Lyney clears his throat. “Shame I haven’t prepared myself a grand show for you, but I suppose that would call for another time, wouldn’t it?”
Lynette is looking at Lyney as if he is stupidly amusing.
“Thank you,” you say, burning, burning. “For the show, I mean.”
“That was a little weird,” Paimon whispers to Aether, but she is terrible with keeping volume and has everyone turning to her with varying expressions. “P-Paimon means that was good! Wow, Lyney! Isn’t that a different flower you gave us? That’s the flower Charlotte was talking about, right?”
“Rainbow rose?” Aether supplies.
“Yes! It means—”
“Ahem.” Lyney is quick to interrupt. “Lynette and I must take our leave now, if you don’t mind. It was fun catching up with you two.” You have to hold your ground and not look away when he hones in on your figure. “And it’s a pleasure meeting you. Don’t be a stranger. Look for me if you want more.”
His smile is a little devilish, you now realize.
“Bye,” Lynette says blankly, following after her brother, who seemed to be hurrying to exit.
His ears were red.
“You’re still staring.”
“I am not,” you rebuke hotly, flailing to cover Aether’s mouth with your hands. Yet all it does is bring your attention back to where Paimon and Aether are staring—the rainbow rose on your person.
Paimon and Aether yelp when you drag them away despite Lyney having already left the scene.
“Hey—! Don’t just go dragging Paimon around like a balloon like that! Did Lyney get to your head that much?”
“He did not.”
Paimon tilts her head, frowning. You shy away from her worried gaze, glaring at the flower instead. You still don’t know how Lyney managed to get it there; you hold it to your chest, where your heart is racing miles per minute because of his stupidly smug smile.
“What does this flower mean, Paimon?”
Paimon seems elated to be of help. “Easy! Charlotte told us that Rainbow Roses mean ‘passion’ and most notably ‘romantic encounters’!”
“Passion,” you curse. The rose seems as if it is staring back innocently, unknowing of the turmoil you’re going through because of it. “Romantic encounters.’ ugh.”
You can still remember how Lyney’s eyes twinkled as you felt his breath against your face.
“Ooh, he thinks he can trick me. He thinks he can affect me just because it pleases him to do so. I’ll show him. I’ll show him! I am not a blushing maiden!”
“You’re already very affected by this,” Paimon says, yet it’s lost by your newfound determination. Two can play at this game.
You’ve definitely been staying in Fontaine longer than what you told Aether and Paimon, but you can’t leave yet. Not when you found yourself walking to a flower shop to purchase a vase, fiercely digging through soil, turning gentle when your fingers reach for the Rainbow Rose. Not when you see it in the corner of your eyes as you try to sleep, and you find yourself daydreaming about a charming violet-eyed virtuoso.
It’s for research, you excused lamely at the hotelkeeper who didn’t ask why you’re extending your stay. In truth, not that you’d tell anyone. It was because you were hoping for another grand show from him. A farewell show for you—closure.
If you were to travel back home and get too drunk to think straight, Kaveh would learn about your crisis (romantic awakening?) and laugh at your face.
In hopes of looking for your Fontaine architect friend, you spot Lyney instead, on the side of the street surrounded by cheering kids. They clap and jump, and Lyney laughs. “One more, one more!”
“Again?” Lyney does an exaggerated sigh. “I’m starting to run out of cards in my sleeves. I’ve guessed my entire deck from your hands by this point!”
“But, Mr. Magician,” one of them whines, pouting up at him and blinking, “we want to see more! We want to know how you do it!”
“Alright, how about this, hm?” And then Lyney peers right at you. Ironically, you’re the one startled when you’ve been watching that entire spiel, and he hasn’t acknowledged your presence beforehand. “Y/N, would you mind giving these children a little show with me?” He gestures for you to come closer.
“What show?” you ask suspiciously, taking slow steps in case he pulls out another flower out of nowhere.
“You don’t have to worry,” Lyney laughs. “Will you be my assistant for this show? You are very familiar with this trick.”
“Please, we want to see!”
You falter at the little kids’ excited grins, especially when paired with Lyney’s pout and round eyes. “Okay, tell me what to do.”
His eyes do the little gleam again. “Stand in front of me, mon lapin.”
Your heart is skipping beat after beat, making itself known as you shuffle until Lyney is directly behind you.
“Relax, chérie, you just need to stand still.” It’s a little hard to relax when you feel his breath against the back of your neck, but you won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting that, so you keep your chin high and relax your shoulders. “Good.”
He begins to speak louder to his awaiting audience. “I know it’s hard to keep your eyes off this beauty before me, but watch the hat for a surprise, alright?”
He flips it for his little audience, one hand resting on your waist and the other extended to hold his top hat. The proximity is almost suffocating. You watch with bated breath, and they complain about it being empty.
“Oh, is it?” Lyney hums, twirling the hat until it’s flipped upside down, presented right before you. “Perhaps I need my assistant’s help.” You snap out of your daze when you realize he’s talking to you. “Y/N, do me a favor and show them the flower inside.”
You reach inside the hat and, much to your surprise, feel a stem. You pull it out; the Rainbow Rose stares back at you, almost mocking you, saying he did pull out a flower out of nowhere. It's this trick again.
The kids gasp in awe and confusion—it’s all the same for Lyney, who snaps his fingers and creates magic like he was made to. Like magic was for him to summon with his hands.
“What? It was empty!”
“Where did that come from? I was watching Mister Magician’s hands the whole time!”
“Are you a magician, too?”
“No,” you say lamely, holding the rose, feeling Lyney still patiently standing behind you. Heat crawls up your neck. “No, I’m not. It’s all Lyney.”
“It’s all me,” Lyney echoes in amusement. “You’re quite magical yourself.” Finally, he spares you, pulling away to stand beside your figure. He doesn’t take the rose back—maybe even give it to one of the children. He knows exactly what he’s doing. “That’s enough for today. The sun is setting, and your parents might get worried.”
They pout and slump their shoulders, but Lyney has this older brother's sternness to him that has the children scurrying back home anyway.
You then realize having to stand in front of Lyney was unnecessary.
The flower is warm. Lyney’s eyes slip to yours.
“I didn’t even have to stand in front of you like that,” you complain, heart inclined to race off your body.
“Yes, but I feared that I would slip up again if I were to catch a glimpse of your face,” Lyney admits smoothly. His lips curl into a smirk when you stare wordlessly. “What? Don’t believe me? I had to improvise when I saw you watching from afar.”
“A great magician such as yourself? Making a mistake? I doubt it.”
“You already have such high expectations placed on me, chérie,” Lyney says, his smile easy, but his ears are a little red, poking out from his hair. “That’s no good. With no audience, I’m just plain ‘Lyney’ to you.”
“No trickery? No cards up your sleeves?” you play along.
Lyney doesn’t miss a beat. “No, though I do have a few more roses begging to be held by your hands.”
“They can keep begging.” Lyney grins wider when you glance down at his hands. “Do you give them off to everyone you meet?”
“Who do you take me for?” Lyney isn’t offended; he laughs, delighted. He is preening under the sunset—or maybe it’s your attention. “Of course not. At least, not like this.”
You stare, unimpressed. “Sure.”
“So cold, chérie,” Lyney sighs, plucking the stem from your fingers to slot it behind your ear. It seems he likes doing that. “Here I am, trying to get you to warm up to me, and you treat me like this.”
“You don’t have to. I’ll be going back home soon anyway.”
Lyney’s expression shifts into something more unrecognizable, his eyes dipping down to somewhere below your nose. “Oh. Avoiding attachment?”
You nod.
He grins, and he’s still so close. He knows how to entrance his audience, pulling you in until you forget to resist. Always watch the hands; yet Lyney could be digging a dagger to your side at this moment, and you wouldn’t even notice.
“I’m flattered you even want to avoid me because you know you’d get attached,” he purrs, tilting his head. Is Lyney just big on personal space?
“Don’t assume,” you retort. “I know how guys like you think. Even a magician as great as yourself can’t trick someone who’s already seen through it.”
“It would be easier if it were just a trick, wouldn’t it?” Lyney sighs, much to your confusion. “I take it that someone has told you what this flower means?”
You’ve nearly forgotten all about it. “Yes.” You find yourself unable to look directly into his eyes. “I know.”
But even with that, you can still feel his heavy gaze, pinning you down and threatening the strength of your knees. You suppose it comes with being a performer—watching his audience carefully, pinpointing each micro expression to say the right words.
“There doesn’t have to be any attachments.”
“What are you trying to say right now?”
Lyney’s reaches for your hip, sharing your gaze like he doesn’t know how to do anything else. “That you enamor me. That I am holding back from wanting you. I know you feel the same—you can never hide anything from a magician. But if you’re concerned,” he mumbles, “then this doesn’t have to mean anything. You may call it infatuation.”
You want to laugh. Or maybe you want to cry. Most of all, you want to nod helplessly, wrap your arms around his neck, and give in. It’s hard not to when he looks at you like that. “You want me that bad?”
“I almost want to disagree.”
“Almost?” Lyney gets closer, and you stop him with a palm on his chest. “We’re outside.”
Lyney grins. “Have you forgotten what Fontaine is also known for? No one would bat an eye. Love is in the air, and all that.”
“Absolutely not.”
“So still you’re letting me?”
You laugh this time. Letting him, as if you aren’t the one itching to pull him close and find out what he’s like behind the curtains. “Are you asking me as plain old ‘Lyney?’”
Lyney brightens, clearly pleased there wasn’t a ‘no’. “Yes.”
“No tricks?”
“No tricks. No strings.”
You let him lead you away into some dark alleyway. He kisses you like he was longing to do so all his life. You have only met him that fateful day, not even a week ago. But you claw at him like you get it—like he’s ruined you for anyone else the moment you shared gazes in the Opera House.
Romantic encounters, you quietly recall as Lyney swipes a thumb over your aching bottom lip.
You don’t see Lyney the day after that. And for some reason, it makes the itch worse. (Perhaps it’s because you’ve gotten a taste and can’t get enough.)
It’s mostly your fault, the sudden disappearance—you’ve cooped yourself up in the hotel room, buried your face in pillows, and screamed. You berate yourself for giving in, but another part of you—one that’s louder than any other thought in your head—wants to do it again. Wants to hold his handsome face in your hands and have him kiss you breathless. That was nothing like you had ever felt before.
You groan. It’s another new day. You might as well make some progress with your portfolio.
There’s a Café you’ve been visiting more often than not. Ordering a drink and spending a good chunk of your day sketching the view. Instead, you find yourself staring at Aether, Paimon, and Lynette seated at one of the tables.
Lynette’s eyes flick up to yours as she sips tea. She murmurs something to the other two, and you watch with amusement as Aether and Paimon’s heads snap to face you.
You let your gaze wander, eventually landing on Lyney, who is reciting his order with his charming-act-on smile, who is present because of course he is. You want to turn and run away, but that’d be letting Lyney win, and you’re nothing if not stubborn and prideful.
“Y/N!” Paimon greets once you’re within earshot, kicking her feet happily. “Good morning! What are you doing here?”
“Breakfast,” you reply, waving at them. Aether pulls a chair from the other table and gestures for you to sit. “Did I interrupt something?”
“Nope!” Paimon swipes a fork from the table and digs in on the Ile Flottante, leaving nothing for Aether. “Lynette and Lyney told us about another show they’re holding to make up for the previous one.”
“Mouth full,” Aether reminds her, a little too late as the Ile Flottante spews from her mouth.
“Really now? Maybe I can pay properly for a ticket this time,” you laugh, nodding at Lynette. She smiles faintly, hiding it behind the rim of her cup. Lynette sure is the polar opposite of her twin brother.
A shadow looms from behind, the silhouette of a figure with an unmistakable top hat. You tilt your chin and see Lyney peering down at you with a sweet smile. You will yourself to keep your gaze focused on his eyes only and nowhere else below the nose.
Speak of the devil…
“Sweetheart,” Lyney says instead of exchanging pleasantries like a normal person.
“Lyney,” you reply in kind. Then you look away upon realizing that Aether, Paimon, and Lynette had been silently watching the exchange with muted, stunned expressions.
Lyney, holding a tray of drinks and food in both hands, scoots the chair next to yours with his ankle. “I wasn’t informed that Y/N would be joining us,” he says, setting the drinks and plates down like a waiter with a flourish. “You can drink mine. Let me order another.”
You hold onto his wrist as he makes his way back. He turns to you, surprised. “Let me at least pay for my own breakfast.”
Lyney grins, delicately withdrawing from your grip. He places a loud kiss on your hand. “Don’t worry about it.” And then leaves, because he can’t take no for an answer.
“Is it just me,” Paimon starts as you resign yourself to finishing Lyney’s drink (It’s your favorite, the one you always order), “or is Lyney acting weird around Y/N?”
Aether laughs. “There's definitely something going on. Don’t end up staying too long in Fontaine, now. What was it you told us? ‘A day or two’.”
You huff, your face turning unbearably warm. “Shut up, you two. I am here to do research, not to find a summer fling.” You’ve already failed, but they don’t need to know about that.
If you were to touch your lips with your fingers, you’d think of no one else but Lyney’s hands on your hips and his mouth swallowing your words.
Lynette clears her throat, a quiet but noticeable thing. “Don’t be fooled by my brother, Y/N.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m still keeping my safe distance.”
She shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean. Don’t be fooled by my brother.” She stares at you from the rim of her cup—something about that has you listening obediently. “No matter what he tells you, he always cares too much. No matter what you may think, he always gets hurt first.”
“That’s not…” You can’t imagine that. From the start, it’s always felt like he was the one who could do what he wanted.
No tricks.
Lynette is his twin, after all. She knows him best.
No strings.
Defeated, you sip on the straw with the same fervor of an aggravated hilichurl, and that’s the end of that.
Conversations during breakfast are much lighter when Lyney returns with a full meal as his treat. Celebration, he says. Celebration for what? Who knows? Lyney winked, but his glance directed to you said enough.
“You say that you don’t want to get attached, but you’re awfully close to the Traveler, of all people,” Lyney says offhandedly once the others have left for their own matters.
You lean against your seat, grinning. “Are you jealous?”
He doesn’t say anything, instead upturning his nose as if scrambling to regain control. You laugh, oddly endeared. Lyney turns his head away, trying to hide the smile that curls his lips upon hearing it.
“Hey,” Lyney says seriously, reaching for your hand. “Where have you been yesterday?”
“Why? Missed me?”
And because he’s Lyney, he takes his time kissing each of your knuckles. It’s more intimate than the whole ‘no strings’ arrangement you agreed on, but you suppose Lyney thinks that any physical attention is free reign. “What would you do if I said yes?”
“You’ll be fine,” you say slyly. “You’ll have to get used to it if you want to risk your heart just to get laid.”
He rolls his eyes, tugging you closer. “I’m not risking anything to get laid. Do you think so lowly of yourself, chérie?”
“Isn’t this all there is to it? Physical attraction,” you ask, genuinely confused.
Lyney blinks. “Of course, but—” His eyes flicker down, and his words trail off.
When you speak, you feel your breath bounce back from his skin—a testament to your proximity. “Lyney,” you whisper. For what? Urging him to continue? Urging him to close this distance? You’re not sure, either.
You have so much to ask. What do you mean? Why can’t you finish your sentence? Why don’t you just kiss me already? But it’s hard to speak; Lyney’s name is all you can think of.
You whisper his name again. His grip on your hands tightens and loosens, a frustrated frown creeping up his brows.
Your hand shoots out to reach for the back of his head and give in. He flinches for a second before relaxing completely.
His lips almost taste sweeter than his words. Almost as sweet as how he finds purchase on your waist and holds your chin during every kiss.
You pull away to breathe, missing how he leans closer to chase after you and pouting when he can’t. “Yeah. That—That didn’t have to mean anything. I just wanted to know what it felt like again.”
“Yeah.” Lyney licks his lips, his gaze unable to tear away from where yours are swollen. “Yeah, I know. You taste like my drink.”
Really, no one’s surprised you gravitate towards each other again, feeling like you’re soaring and melting into a puddle at the same time. Lyney doesn’t touch you where you both know would cross the line, but he grips near possessively to what he can, as if breathing you in and worshipping your skin.
You know after this, he’d go back on stage, fooling his audience with what’s invisible to the average eye, as if this never happened. You know this because this is your deal: satiate the feverish attraction you have with each other and leave once you’re satisfied. (But you also know that you’ll be thinking of his touch and his lips while you stare at the vase beside your bed.)
Lyney is a magician, first and foremost.
He hooks you in, and keeps all your attention to himself like he’d die without it. Then he disappears with a snap of a finger. He’s finished his trick, leaving you befuddled in your seat with more questions than answers.
As you drift off to sleep, all you can think of is that there are two roses now.
“Brother.”
Lyney looks up from where he’d been entertaining Rosseland, seeing Lynette with a stern face. “What? What happened?”
Her tail flicks. “You said you weren’t going to get attached.”
Lyney exhales softly, his eyes slipping shut. “I’m not.”
Lynette finds herself smiling softly. “I may just be your assistant, but you can’t lie to your own twin.”
He buries his face in his hands. With his sight gone, images of your face while whispering his name flash in his mind. His eyes fly open, mortified, his whole face red. “I don’t know how it happened. I didn’t think it’d be deeper than that.”
He was the magician in this, but it felt as if you were the one who tricked him instead.
It’s been two weeks since you first arrived in Fontaine. By this point, you’ve grown more familiar with its views than your own city. Having Aether, Paimon, Lynette, and even Freminet around doesn't make it any easier for you to feel at home.
And then there’s the Lyney Situation. You meet up most nights, more than that when he’s free from shows. He keeps seeking you out, and you keep letting him in. There was one night where Lyney spent the night instead of heading straight to the door—and those nights turned into two, then three, and then he finds any excuse to keep doing it.
It’s not like you could stop. He told you look for me if you want more, and you always want more, because how could you not? Lyney treats you like he’s never had to take care of anything more precious but still manages to render you breathless like you’ve never experienced thrill the way he gives it to you before.
But you still have to go back home. And Lyney still has his own life, has his secrets. He feels untouchable even when your arms are wrapped around his neck.
No strings attached can still work for summer flings, doesn’t it? And what are summer flings, if not just that?
Lyney hovers above with his hands caging your face. He’s grinning so wide—and you’ve seen all kinds of smiles on him with your time spent together, but it was never this genuine.
“You’re bad for me.” He says it like a confession, a prayer.
You raise an eyebrow. “What did I do to you?”
His hand trails down until he’s rubbing shapes on your hips. “Make me feel like I’m myself whenever I’m with you.”
At your silence, Lyney clears his throat. “But it’s not like that, don’t worry. I just mean—”
And how does that even make sense? He pours his heart, then later reveals it’s nothing but a decoy to keep this facade realistic.
“Oh,” you say.
That was the final act you’d been waiting for. The final trick—the farewell show.
And so you pack your bags—shoved your sketchbook back inside, face forward, and promise not to look back. Leaving Sumeru hasn’t even been this hard.
Aether and Paimon shouldn’t be surprised if they find you missing; they’d been the first to know that your stay in Fontaine isn’t meant to last forever. And you’ve warned Lyney about this. Avoiding attachments? It felt more like running away from your problem.
Lyney is a busy man on his own; you’re nothing but some architect from a different region who happened to get caught up with him at the right time.
You sigh and call for the aquabus.
A hand clasps around your wrist, pulling you to collide against a familiar chest. Lyney’s eyes are wide, almost insane. Sweat clings to his forehead, and his breath comes in frantic pants.
“W-What—”
Lyney’s eyes search your face. Or maybe it’s him trying to convince himself that you’re right there, in front of him. “You didn’t even tell me.”
“I—I’m sorry—”
“Were you just going to leave like that? Don’t you think I at least deserve a farewell?”
“Lyney, I’m sorry. I know, that was stupid.” You haven’t seen him with an expression like this before—so raw and broken, begging to be glued together with your hands. “I didn’t want to formally say goodbye because I knew I'd want to stay.”
“That’s stupid,” he repeats in agreement.
You breathe shakily, eyes scanning the stunned crowd. What’s The Great Magician Lyney doing here? Holding some stranger in his arms? That must be what they’re thinking.
“How did you even know I was leaving?”
Lyney’s eyes cut down to his hand, gripping a crushed rose. “I was paying a visit to an empty room.” Embarrassed, he tries to toss it away, but you take it before he can.
You wordlessly place it in its home: the spot behind your ears. You don’t tell him that the two other roses he gave you serve as bookmarks in the sketchbook you’ve used all up in Fontaine. Where you’ve drawn his face more often than not.
Lyney groans in frustration, his hands curling around your waist. “Is staying so bad?”
“It’s not like I’m leaving forever.”
And then you notice Lyney’s hands. They’re shaking uncontrollably, not unlike how it did during that incident—and with it came the frantic exhales, as if natural human breathing alone is already hard enough for him.
“Oh, Lyney,” you say softly. You drop your bags and embrace him fully.
He doesn’t hesitate in pulling you closer, burying his face on your neck. “Don’t—don’t,” he gasps, “don’t just try to leave like that.”
It’s hard seeing Lyney like this. He’s usually so composed and easy-going. He gulps in a deep breath, and his voice cracks as he calls for you. This must be something out of his control—something deeper than the back of his stage.
“Y/N,” he whispers.
“Lyney,” you call back as gently.
He swallows your surprised noise with his mouth, moving against you like you’re his last meal on Teyvat. He’s still shaking, but it has subsided the longer you stay pressed against each other. You’re not sure if it’s his Pyro vision or if it’s your skin burning at the thought of Lyney’s skin against yours. It’s searing.
This is different from the last kisses you shared.
Passion, you think dizzily, breathless from his hunger. This is passion.
“What was that for?” you ask, embarrassingly winded.
Lyney brushes his thumb over your bottom lip. He looks sad. As though he only comes alive when you’re with him. “A kiss to make up for your absence in the following weeks.”
“I can always come back,” you say. “No, I will come back. I promise. I just need to get home for a bit.”
“Okay.” Lyney nods, exhaling heavily. “Yeah. I know, I understand. Once you come back, come straight to me, alright?”
“Of course.” You lean in to kiss his cheek. You’ve never done it before because it always came off too intimate. And judging by the blush that explodes on his face, he thinks the same.
It all doesn’t matter. The line has been crossed days ago; you’ve just been turning away from seeing it.
He kisses you again. Then again. “Have a safe trip,” he says in between kisses. “I almost wish you commissioned me to escort you, regardless of the price.”
“What, you want 500,00?” The aquabus has arrived; Lyney grips you a little tighter, childishly willing himself not to see it.
“500,000 kisses, and more.” Lyney rests his forehead against yours, his captivating eyes keeping you still, the way it always does. “But you can give me that when you come back.”
( Before they were taken away from the stage for an investigation, Lynette comes up to her brother and asks, “What happened back there, Lyney? I thought you were about to twist your own fingers.”
He is unsure how to tell his sister that he saw your awed expression and nearly lost his wits.
“It was nothing,” Lyney admits, his face growing hot at recalling his slip-up.
It wasn’t out of embarrassment, no—not when the memory of your wide-eyed beaming expression and how his mind blanked along with the skip of his heart plagued his mind.
“It was nothing,” he repeats numbly. It’s not. It was the start of something. )
a/n ok just a quick rant this fic BROKE ME. it was like every other day i hated then loved writing this fic. im not used to writing fics this long so pacing is not my forte </3 but i just feel proud of myself for finishing this so HOPE U LIKED IT. if ure still reading until here ily ❤️
more a/n two lyney fics and two kissing scenes. i can’t even lie to myself. everyone can tell.
more more a/n it was halfway through writing this fic that i rewatched the magic show and only noticed lyneys hands were shaking and i GOT SO SAD OMF 😭😭😭😭
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peeta mellark !!!! who loves all your insecurities likes it’s breathing <3 and who worships the ground you walk on because you’re his sun!!
peeta who loves your stretch marks even if you don’t. he’ll run his hands over the soft ridges, up and down, over and over. he’ll kiss the ones on your hips when he’s feeling lovesick (which is always) and he likes how you shudder under his mouth, say his name all breathless while you bury your hands in his hair.
peeta who doesn’t care if you don’t shave, it couldn’t bother him less. and if you do want smooth skin, he’ll offer to do it for you, claiming, “I’m an expert, sweetheart. c’mon, can I please?” you never say no, you can’t. he’s unbelievably careful and kisses your knees when he’s done.
peeta who loves your tummy and your thighs!! he’s always got a big warm hand on your thigh, or one under your shirt, kneading your stomach. they’re kind of his favourite parts of you. the parts he can squeeze all his love into. his favourite thing ever is when you wear a big t-shirt to bed so he has easy access to your thighs and tummy <3 better if it’s his t-shirt, of course.
peeta who braids your hair back for you before you sleep, no matter how tired he is. you sit on a cushion on the floor while he sits on the bed, fingers gentle as they card through your hair. sometimes you’ll fall asleep against his knee. he never has the heart to wake you up, so he lifts you into bed himself. you wake for a handful of seconds, enough to murmur a sweet, “thank you, pete.” he kisses your forehead, his way of saying you’re welcome.
peeta who takes your face in his hands when you cry, endlessly gentle. he swipes at your hot tears with his thumbs and curls his fingers behind your ears. “did you know you’re pretty even when you cry?” he’ll say. “how do you do that, hm?”
peeta whose love is hot like stars and infinite. he’ll go to the moon and back for you and he’s not afraid to let you know that <333
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so proud
summary - the morning after the final show
word count: ~1k
pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader
The next morning was peaceful.
You woke up first and after having forgotten to close the blinds, the light was already streaming inside your bedroom window.
Harry’s Italian house being bought in the countryside meant there was no noise surrounding you. It was just the clattering of guests downstairs making breakfast and morning coffees.
You and Harry were normally early risers, but after last night you both deserved the lay in. Harry more so than you, but Harry can’t sleep without you so it meant you had to stay with him.
“Harry, bub.” You moved your hands over his bare back.
Harry was laying on his front, face smushed into the pillow from such a great nights sleep. After the final show, you’d all gone out for drinks to celebrate and then come back to the house for more celebrations. However, those celebrations mainly included you and Harry having endless rounds of sex until the early hours of the morning.
It was now ten in the morning and you both needed to be up to see some guests off.
You and Harry were staying for another few weeks, but Anne and others had lives and jobs to get back to.
“Mm.” He mumbled, his lips slightly rolled due to his face being engulfed by the pillow.
His hair was very messy and curly this morning. You started picking some piece off of his face, watching as his eyelids fluttered from the disturbance.
The sunshine was glazing over his body so perfectly.
He looked like a summers dream.
“Wake up, m’love.” You moved the covers down over his body to expose him to the morning air, kissing his bare back as you did so.
You kissed all his tiny moles and freckles, before kissing the one part of him that had only been yours and his for so long; his birthmark.
He hummed again as he felt you kiss him on his lower back.
“Kiss me a bit lower.” He mumbled cheekily.
You responded by nipping at his skin with your teeth. You made your way back up his body and kissed his cheek finally, watching his eye open.
“Hey, handsome.” You smiled, cupping his cheek and leaning down to awkwardly kiss him on his lips. It was a difficult position to kiss him in, but you didn’t mind.
“Hey.” He smiled, the pillow creasing slightly from the movement.
“How’s my shining star feeling this morning?” You asked, tucking his hair behind his ear. You mentally reminded yourself to give him a haircut soon.
“Still shining.”
“So proud of you.” You nuzzled your nose against his.
“You might’ve mentioned that last night.” Harry rolled over and snaked an arm around your waist in the process, so he could have a feel of you in the morning.
“I definitely showed it.” You teasingly smiled.
“You did, baby.” Harry smiled as he reminisced the night in his mind. He rubbed his fingers over his eyes with his free hand, waking himself up.
You watched him for a few moments, just watching him soak in the morning sun like he was an expert at it. He glowed so bright.
Last night was so incredible.
He shone so bright last night.
Brighter than the moon he admired so much.
You twisted your body as sat up more, facing the wall on the opposite side to Harry.
You looked to the ceiling as you tried to conceal your tears. You wiped under your eyes as you tried to push the tears back into your eyes, but no matter because the wall became blurry within seconds.
No sounds had to be made for Harry to know you were upset.
He sat up instantly and wrapped one arm around your waist and the other softly cupped your chin to direct your face to his.
“Hey? What’s with the tears?” He asked, frowning because he hated seeing you upset.
“I’m so proud to the point where I can’t stop crying.” You laughed, thinking it was such a silly reason for crying now that you’d said it out loud.
“Baby…” Harry said softly.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay. No sorry’s needed. Cry all y’want, love. God knows I did all the crying last night.” Harry tried to lighten the atmosphere with a silly joke.
You laughed again. Harry used his fingers to wipe the tears below your eyes.
“I love you. So much.” You let him know.
“I know. I love you just as much.” He nodded.
“You’re so amazing. You’re so cool. You’re a star. What you did last night… Well done, baby. I’m just so proud.”
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FEELS LIKE HOME ༉‧₊˚.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), vanilla sex tbh, creampie, extremely sappy. — WC : 1.5k
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : being in love with kuroo is like having the world at your fingertips and when he makes love to you, you can feel all the stars in the universe.
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : im deep in my lover girl era and am channeling it all through this man. that is all, enjoy ! ^-^
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ
having a love with kuroo was so real you can practically feel it warm you up from the inside. its radiance shines through you, parallel with his as it lightens the world around you in a soft glow.
one that is so unshakenly real, never leaving a crumble of doubt behind. something so intangible that becomes the very thing that grounds you. one where you can fall into his arms and know they’ll catch you every time.
falling has never felt so close to flying, soaring through the night sky hand in hand with the one that safely holds your heart. one that feels more like anything than you’ve ever called home. a sense of security that gives you strength, ready to face each day head on knowing it’ll end up firmly by his side.
and it always leads to this – rolling in the sheets with him at the end of the day, where you both don’t have a care in the world. only focused on each other as time melts away, leaving you in a bliss that’s filled with only you and him.
kuroo was always an expert at unraveling you, picking you apart piece by piece until he was left with your very core. taking it ever so gently in his hands before feeding his love into you and building you back up.
and you’d let him. every time.
your fingers thread through his hair as he’s nestled in between your legs — the place he’s found his home in for the last thirty minutes, bringing you over the edge countless times.
licking little hearts against your clit that has you seeing a thousand stars break through your vision like exploding suns. it all causes you to crash back down into earth, your thighs trembling against his head as he laps up all of your essence.
he finally pulls back slightly, his lips coated in your gloss as a smile teases the corner of his mouth. as much as you hated it, the smug look he was giving you right now had you pulling him closer to you.
“more.” you demand softly, your voice only above a whisper. but he heard it, smashing his lips against yours. you can taste yourself on his tongue.
and he’d be an idiot to deny you right now. pouring all of his love into you, his finger running over your sweet lips before trailing down the rest of your face.
“i’ll give you whatever you want, love.” he kisses you softly, “the world” , another kiss, “the moon,” another, “and all the stars if you want.” his lips trail down the column of your throat before finding a spot to let his love for you bloom — leaving a dusting of red and purple in its wake. “i’d give you the damn universe if i could.”
“just want you,” your fingers curl into the unruly hair at the nape of his neck, beckoning him closer. “only you.”
“well, it’s a good thing you have me then, isn’t it?” he teases before spreading your thighs further apart so he can properly slot himself in between them. he quickly takes his cock into his hand, letting out a soft sound of pleasure as he pumped it a few times. “gonna give you all of me, as many times as you need me too.”
“forever?” you ask, his forehead pressing against yours as he runs his tip along your slick slit. you moan as it bumps against your clit, your fingers finding purchase in his back — no doubt leaving little crescent moons of your love in its place.
“forever.” he pushes in, taking his time even though your body offers no real resistance, tightening around his cock like it’s welcoming him home. you were always so ready for him.
two bodies meld into one under the soft moonlight that steadily crept into the room. it shone across his features, basking him in a silvery glow that had him looking like an angel that fought all the gods to be with you.
you both gasp in unison as he bottoms out, nestling himself deep within you. your breaths swirl around together as he pauses, searching your face for any discomfort. once he doesn’t see any, he moves.
and when he moves, you move. your bodies falling into sync with each steady thrust he gives you. taking your time as you fuse your love together — your hearts beating together as they defy the cosmos, fooling the gods as if they truly beat as one.
“so good,” he gasps, breath fanning the side of your neck where his face was currently buried in. “always so fucking good f’me.”
you mewl out in response, clenching around his length at the sweet praise. each drag inside of you pushed you closer to the edge. he was the moon, pulling your body into him like the tide. a steady back and forth that has you hurtling towards the edge.
feeling so full of him and being so close has your walls fluttering around his cock, eliciting a sweet groan from him. it only drives him further, his place slowly building momentum as his hunger for you grows.
each thrust serving as a reminder that you belong with him, that only he can make you feel this good. the way your bodies fit together so well, it’s like you were made for each other.
“fuck - how’d i get so lucky? i can never get enough of you.” he babbles, colliding his mouth with yours. you try to respond to him but he consumes your words instead. “gonna give me another one?” he simpers as you nod enthusiastically. he knew that you were already on the cusp of letting go, taking everything he was giving you so, so well.
“tetsu-” you finally get to choke out as he lets up. “wanna make you feel good too.”
“shit- ‘m gonna cum-” he gasps out, his control tattered into mere shreds as he tries to bring you to another release, his own shooting down his spine. within a few more thrusts, he’s spilling into you whilst spilling declarations of love – nothing but sweet praise filling your ears that nearly go unheard as it rivals the sound of your own cries of pleasure.
your body locks up as you release before the tremors shoot down your body. your thighs shake and your pussy pulses, sending little tingles to your brain that have it short circuiting — rewiring every neural pathway to lead to him instead.
“you with me?” he softly calls out, his soothing voice seeming so far away. but you chase him, you always make your way back to him. you’re met with his pretty eyes, watching as the stars dance in them with delight.
“‘m right here.” you mewl out, still feeling the pleasure he gave you coursing through your veins. you’ve been in this situation with him countless times, but he’ll still steal your breath away with the look he gives you.
so soft, so loving. like you were the reason he kept on going. like you were his whole world and he was your moon, devotedly following you around for eternity.
“there’s my pretty girl.” he coos, pressing a kiss on your forehead before he continues placing more all over your face. scattered promises of love brushing over your skin as he lays kiss after kiss. each one grazing along your skin a little longer than the last.
slowly, you feel him pull out, his cum leaking out of you and leaving you empty. before you have a chance to whine about it, he’s a step ahead of you. pushing two of his fingers in you, making sure to keep all his cum in you.
“i’ve got you.” he kisses the side of your face, keeping his fingers in you as you still clench around them. “let me clean you up a little, okay?”
you give him a little nod with a dazed smile and he returns a fond look, one that tells you he’d do anything you’d ask. in a few minutes, he’s back with a warm towel to clean up between your legs.
he’s slow with it, careful not to surprise you with it as he softly kisses your thighs. once you’re all clean, he presses his lips against your cunt, causing your body to jolt against him.
“tetsu.” you whine, digging your fingers in his hair to urge him back up to you.
“sorry.” he chuckles, the half-assed apology not landing very far but still causing you to smile. he gives your face a few more kisses, trying to pull out your sweet laugh from you.
and it was a success. the sound bubbling out of your mouth before it easily gets swallowed up by his lips. two lovers painting a pretty picture as you curl up into him, feeling at ease that you’re with the one you call home.
“i love you.” you smile between giggles, pushing back the hair that stuck to his forehead. he smiles back, leaning down to brush his nose along your cheek, nuzzling into you.
“i know.” he smirks, pressing another kiss against your forehead as he pulls you in tighter. you huff at his response, waiting for him to say the words back to you. “too bad i love you more.”
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Hello there ma’am! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon with Hunter & Tech? And if they had a s/o who’s pretty forgetful? This is up to you but thank you so much! 🙏
author's note: thanks for your request, anon! Hope this is what you're looking for!
warning(s): none, just fluff
divider by: @plutism
"Is this going to be a reoccurring habit?"
At first, Tech believed your forgetfulness simply to be that of human error—a once in a blue moon type of thing that he could easily look over.
When it became clear that this was going to amount to an almost everyday obstacle...well, he became annoyed to say the least.
Forgetting how to pilot the Maurader was one thing —despite Tech having shown you the mechanics countless times—but forgetting your weapon when you needed it most was another bridge he couldn't risk crossing more than once.
Tech's annoyance, of course, was birthed from pure worry for your safety and everyone else's. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something were to happen to you because you didn't have what you needed.
"Just trust me. After all, based off of prior instances, I am the least forgetful out of the both of us."
Upon learning that your forgetfulness was going to be a reoccurring habit, Tech finds himself checking after you. Despite being an expert on the mechanics of ships, he'll take it upon himself to go behind you and check your work and question it.
At first it's insulting. You think he doesn't trust you, that you can't handle yourself.
In order to ease his anxiety, Tech even keeps a close eye on you whenever a new mission is set upon the squad.
He goes through a checklist of items you'll need right before the Maurader lands— listing them off out loud, as you confirm with a reluctant 'got it ' or a curt 'check'.
When you've shamefully tightened the straps on your boots, Tech senses your frustration annd walks towards you.
He places his hand on the small of your back, pulls you close to him and kisses your forehead, before pressing your foreheads together.
"Now, are you sure you've got everything?"
"Tech!"
"Are you...uh, forgetting something?"
Yeah...you're a bit of a liability to Hunter.
Given that he already has Omega to worry about, he's not at all thrilled that you're forgetfulness pops up more than he would've liked. But thankfully, he isn't as blunt as Tech about your misgivings.
In fact, Hunter tries to help you out.
He's already packing an extra blaster in case you forget yours. He sets aside a knife just for you to keep in case of emergencies. He's always at your side during missions just in case he has to catches you when you fall. Or rather, remind you.
"I just want you safe."
Of course, at some point you start to think Hunter believes you're incapable of taking care of yourself. Or being beneficial tot he squad.
This is far from the truth in Hunter's eyes. So much so, he pulls you aside one quiet night on the Maurder.
His hands settle on your waist lightly and your hand resting against cheek. The skin under your fingertips is scarred with wrinkles birthed from exhaustion.
Without saying a single word, you have a feeling you were the cause of those tired lines on his face.
"Is this about the incident on Ord Mantell?" you whisper in the dead of night. You cringe, recalling you had forgotten what position you were supposed to be in just before the rancor came charging at you. Hunter had stepped in front of you, taking the bulk of the force so that you didn't have to.
The next day Hunter woke up more sore than usual.
Hunter is amused by this, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards at the memory.
He shakes his locks and brings you close to him in an embrace, his chin resting on the top of your head.
"Perhaps we'll have you stationed in the ship for the next mission. You and Omega both."
It's a joke, because you both know you and Omega are too stubborn to sit and watch the others on a mission.
You laugh at as you lightly hit his chest armor. Hunter grunts playfully. Before you can fully pull away, Hunter pulls back to him. It's this silent embrace that ensures you he only cares about your wellbeing.
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hello glad you are back :3 could I request hcs for going to a fancy ball w papa? ty ilysm 💓
Thank you so much! I had lots of fun with this, please enjoy! I imagine this to be somewhat of a Regency Era AU <3
sfw but a smidgen of spice at secondo's part, fluff, regency era-ish
Primo
Balls aren't usually his thing-- not anymore, at least. Maybe when he was younger but now in age, he's been and seen hundreds to the point that a fancy ball is just another fancy ball to him.
For you however, they are novelty and a wonder. Something sparkly, something new, something to be excited about and look forwards to. And fuck if that's not cute and incredibly endearing to see. Once you enter his life, he'll never ever voice boredom or disinterest for balls ever again.
Actually, you make him interested in balls again-- if not only to see you at the center of attention, beaming his way.
He's the type to sip at his wine while he watches you have the time of your life across the room-- he doesn't see any point in socializing himself, but if you urge him to, he'll mingle for a little while.
After the ball, he'll escort you home and ask if you had a good time-- the answer is always yes. He'll kiss you goodnight, sweet and gentle under the crescent moon that leaves the both of you breathless, before bidding you a farewell until the morning.
"I'll see you in the morning, tesoro. I'll dream sweetly of you tonight."
Secondo
Spares no expenses on you-- whether it be accessories, makeup, outfits, you name it-- he'll get it for you. What's the use of money if he can't frivolously spend it on the people he loves?
Whether it be a ball gown or a suit, everything you wear is perfectly tailored to your form. If you get a dress or skirt, it has pockets!
An expert at the social game at balls, always knows what to say and exactly how to say it. His presence is most coveted and he'll almost always have an invitation to even the most exclusive of balls.
You'll always be his plus one-- there's never a doubt. Unless you have no interest in attending, you can practically consider an invitation to him as an invitation to you. However, you needn't worry because plenty of invitations of your own will come your way because others know that if you attend, he surely will as well. Never one without the other.
Protective; if he has business or other things to attend to at a ball, one or more of his ghouls will always be nearby to make sure nothing happens to you. This is with your consent of course. If you don't feel comfortable with it, he'll at the very least make sure you're equipped and armed with your own personal dagger concealed in your sleeve or somewhere on your person.
As is proper, he'll always make sure to personally escort you home. The kiss you share before you depart is deep and meaningful-- but no less dirty or charged. Pulling you into his lap and claiming your lips with his, he'll roll his hips up to meet yours just to hear the little hitch in your breath. It's usually a game between the two of you; who can get the other more worked up by the time it's time to say goodbye. Most of the time he wins, smirking as you let out a soft little whimper when the carriage finally stops in front of your estate. He'll give you one last kiss before huskily bidding you adeiu.
"Time to leave, amore mio. Think of me tonight, si?"
Terzo
This man definitely 'pre-games' before the ball-- manicures and facials and any type of beauty self-care under the sun. It's a whole spa day the day of the ball, he shows up at your doorstep and kisses the back of your hand before whisking you off to get absolutely pampered.
The two of you have matching outfits probably, the same theme or color or style. You're both the center of attention at balls, charming the ladies and men. Terzo usually keeps a possessive arm around your waist, leaning in close to gossip or whisper some kind of comment that only you have the luxury of being privy to.
Terzo is ever so attentive to you and your needs during balls-- always checking in for your comfort, asking if you need a drink or snack, making sure you know that the two of you can leave at any time you want.
Despite what a flirt this man is, he'll only ever have eyes for you and anyone with eyes can see that. He's a little bit of a prima donna and likes having your attention on him-- but he'll give you your space if you request it.
Whenever there's dancing involved, the two of you always captivate onlookers. The way he twirls you (or vice versa if you prefer leading), the looks the two of you exchange as your bodies move in tandem to the music. When the two of you take to the dance floor, usually it becomes just the two of you, as others will stop just to watch.
Dropping you back home after the party is Terzo's least favorite part-- because he has to say goodbye to his most beloved. You'll spend at least twenty more minutes down the block from your estate just to make out in the carriage until one of the coachmen impatiently interrupts and asks if you're ready to go. With one last parting kiss, Terzo will see you off with a promise to call on you again in the morning.
"Till tomorrow, beloved. Don't miss me too much, bene?"
Copia
The two of you are anxious beans that find comfort and company in each other at social functions and especially balls. You'll always have an eye out for him and him, you. Eventually, you'll just start attending balls and other events together.
The first time you meet, he's hiding in host's library-- the very same place you had decided to hide in as well. You bump into each other what starts as profuse apologies from each side blooms into a long lasting friendship and companionship.
The day he asks you to come with him as his official plus one, his date, you can't stop smiling which flusters him and makes him bashfully but oh so insanely happy.
After a while, balls become a favorite to the two of you because it would always be full of shenanigans and fun. The two of you together and loitering by the refreshments table and stuffing yourselves full of snacks, giggling to yourselves as you chat and peek into his pocket to see that he's smuggled a rat friend in, touring the gardens outside where it's less crowded and hold hands until you inevitably share a kiss under the gazebo by the lake.
When the night comes to a close, he'll see you home with you cuddled at his side on the carriage ride back. Hushed and sweet tones as you decompress together and he'll tell you that he enjoyed every moment he had with you. He'll crack a few jokes that leave the two of you giggling and by the time it's time to leave, you're left with a warm and fuzzy feeling from head to toe. His kiss goodnight promises more in the future; it's soft and resolute. He holds you in his arms afterwards and you sigh contently and bask in the moment before he rests his forehead against yours to say goodbye.
"First thing tomorrow, i'll be outside your window throwing little stones, si? Like uh-- who was that fellow? Row-me-o? Wha- cuore mio, why are you laughing?"
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The Run
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Frankie Morales x Santi García x f reader
Word count: 1.7k
Summary: quick lil threesome with your hot roomies.
Warnings: PIV, oral (f receiving), fucklicking, creampies, FWBs, men kissing, reader can run,
A word from the author: another repost! I wrote this for my little dumplin @legendary-pink-dot a long time ago. I love you, my little honey bunch.
Fresh and dressed, you went to say goodnight, but Frankie beckoned you to join them. It was a movie you’d been wanting to see, and Santi was already rewinding to the beginning. It didn’t take much for them to convince you, so you squeezed between them in the middle seat, the only seat left. You watched in silence for a few minutes, and were already engrossed. It was no wonder you missed the look that passed between the two men.
You barely noticed as they shifted slightly, after all, you were in the middle and they were both big, broad men. You were good friends, and generous with physical affection. Frankie moved first, sinking lower in the cushion and spreading his knees wide. He pulled your leg over his and rubbed your knee. He’s done it plenty of times before. Santiago adjusted his position, turning his body towards yours and draping one arm behind you along the back of the couch, leaning close to point out a small detail about the scene that was on. His voice was low and his lips brushed your ear when he spoke, you felt his eyes on you, searching your face for a sign that you might be on to him. You were comfortably oblivious, wrapped up in the plot and the sensation of Frankie’s big hands smoothing their way just a tiny bit further up your thigh than was strictly necessary.
During a lull in dialogue, Santi leaned in again, this time placing a heavy hand on the thigh closest to him, giving it a squeeze that made you suddenly, acutely aware of your position, how snugly situated you were between Frankie and Santi, how neither of them were watching the movie, how their hands worked in tandem, easing you into a state of relaxed arousal before you even realized it.
Santiago’s words in your ear became his lips on your neck, and Frankie’s hand on your hip, rubbing tender circles into the newly exposed skin there while he eased your leg further into his lap and against his now turgid member. In a matter of moments the movie was forgotten and there were six hands rubbing, groping, squeezing and tugging at fabric until all three of you were naked and you were spread across Santi’s lap, knees hooked over his, while Frankie was on his knees between your legs doing what Frankie does best.
“Tell me how she tastes, Fish,” Pope sounded a bit jealous. Frankie was generous, though and after a few moments, Frankie leaned up to give Santi a taste, pressing his plump lumps to his best friend’s waiting mouth. Santi’s cock grew even harder behind you and he couldn’t wait any longer.
“Please, querida, can I fuck you now?”
“Yes, Santi, please. Need you.”
You were already so close to your climax under Frankie’s expert tongue. He had looped a circuit from your entrance to your clit, through your folds and back again, using the kind of practiced precision that could have had you trembling in minutes flat if he had wanted it.
Frankie licked a broad stripe up your slit before stopping to help guide Santiago’s thick head into your needy pussy, rubbing your clit with his thumb and showering you and his friend with praise as he watched from just inches away.
“Taking his cock so good, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re so wet, look at you dripping for us. Your pussy was made for us, wasn’t it?”
Santi’s hands were on your hips, holding you carefully so he could work his thick length into you slowly. You had one hand tangled in Santiago’s thick curls, and one on his muscular thigh, digging your nails in just enough to leave faint crescent moons, a souvenir for tomorrow.
“Fuck, you look so good.” Frankie resumed his lascivious pattern, with the added effect of the vibration he made as he moaned into your pussy and a wet tongue over the base of his best friend's cock right where he entered you.
Santi squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head back against the cushions, overwhelmed with the tight squeeze of your cunt and the velvet of Frankie’s tongue. He breathed deeply, trying to relax and not come too soon, a fucking monumental task.
He palmed your tits, with one hand now, and set a steady rhythm with his thrusts, determined to feel you come first.
You were in a state of bliss, all of your nerve endings firing at once, unable to form coherent sentences or even thoughts. You heard yourself moaning their names, but it was more of a reflex than a choice as you barreled toward your climax. Both men noticed how close you were and while Santi drove as deep into you as he could, he rasped encouragement and flattery into your neck.
“That's it, feel your pussy squeezing me so tight, so good for us, come on my cock. Let me feel it, please. I gotta feel you coming for me.” He called to Frankie, “Francisco, she’s close. Finish her. Make her come, Frankie.” He sounded wrecked. He pleaded for your release as if it was his own.
Frankie was achingly hard, having denied his own pleasure to give you and Pope yours. He doubled his efforts, now, sucking your clit between his lips and swirling his tongue around the swollen bud, humming against it, sending the vibration straight through you.
It was a tidal wave. Your orgasm spread out from your core and reverberated through your whole body. Santi wasn’t far behind, spilling into you, with a shout. Frankie watched, mesmerized and wracked with lust. He gave you and Santi a moment to float back down from your orgasms, then joined you on the couch, kissing you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his lips and mustache. It was so erotic to have them both like this, feeling them, hearing them, seeing them, even smelling them right now was enough to give you a second wind.
You realized suddenly how painfully hard Frankie must be, and you reached to gently stroke his gigantic cock. He really did have a beautiful cock.
“Frankie, let me take care of you.”
You were tender with him, he loved when you took control, letting him shut off the part of his brain that made decisions. While you moved to straddle Frankie, Santi went after towels and water. He returned a few moments later, unable to keep his hands off of either of you. He kneeled next to his friend and murmured to you in Spanish that only Frankie understood, earning him hungry looks.
He kissed your neck, stroked your back, and gently urged you to take Frankie’s cock. “Look how he needs to feel you. Let him feel how tight you are. You can take him. Let him make you feel good.” His voice was a potion. You leaned into Frankie’s wet kiss, feeling and tasting yourself on the soft bristle of his mustache while his wide hands were busy lifting and squeezing your breasts, wordlessly expressing his desperate need for relief.
You lifted your hips enough for Santi to reach between your legs. He squeezed your thigh, kissing your shoulder with reverence and affection before grasping Frankie’s generous cock, giving it two delicate strokes before lining him up at your entrance. It was a group effort to work your cum soaked channel slowly down until he was fully seated inside you. You’d never felt filled so completely.
Santiago was well endowed, but Frankie exceeded him in length and girth just enough to make you feel full in ways you’d never felt before. It was glorious. Frankie’s lips fell open in a silent cry, doing all he could to resist fucking up into you, chasing his release, seeing you above him, feeling you all around him, looking into his best friend’s eyes as he spoke to him sweetly in their shared language, he wanted to move
“Cariño, please. Please, you've got to move. Please.” You didn’t expect him to be begging so soon. You set a slow pace, bouncing just a little on his cock, as if in slow motion. Frankie exhaled hard through his nose and you moved a little faster, slid further up his shaft with every lift. He furrowed his brow in concentration, and you moved faster, moaned louder, called his name
“Frankie! Oh, fuck, Frankie. So big, baby.”
You rolled your hips hard against the coarse hair above his cock, building yourself back up again just so Frankie could tip you over the edge once more. You pushed each other toward your orgasms, focusing on each other’s pleasure. You needed him to come inside you, and nothing made Frankie come like seeing you flushed and panting on his cock. He was close, he pulled you against his chest, holding you tight in his strong arms, groaning into your tits, finding your stiff nipple to suck and roll between his lips, letting one hand slide down your ass to press you down harder. That’s all it took. The wave crashed against you once more, making your hips jerk, setting off a chain reaction that sent Frankie over the edge of his own orgasm.
“Fuck. Ohh fuck…”
He thrust up as far as he could and filled you with his thick white release, commingling it with Santi’s spend, a feeling you never expected to feel, let alone treasure like this.
In the quiet moments following the threesome that you had not expected on a Tuesday night, the three of you settled back into companionable chatter, passing water bottles and snuggling happily on the couch like you hadn’t just acted out a pornographic scene. Showers were taken (and re-taken) and goodnight hugs and kisses given. Santi, Frankie, and you all retired to your own rooms, but before sleep could envelop you, you heard your door creak and felt your mattress dip behind you.
“Scoot over, cariño. I want to sleep with you tonight.”
You gave him one last sleepy kiss. “Goodnight, Frankie.”
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Envy and Jealousy Part 2
Genshin Vignettes
Genshin!men x Male reader
Characters featured: Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kaeya, Kaveh & Kazuha;
Content: Fluff and a hint of spiciness.
Note: Boy oh boy did I take my sweet time to put this out. I hope you all like it as much as part 1. The problem is never the ideas, but more the time and motivation to actually type it out. Thank you so much for the flood of interactions I really felt the appreciation.
Gorou - The moon was slowly rising in the night sky, and even if your day shift was over, you were still carrying out your duties to the Watatsumi army. Under the sharp overhead lights specific to the infirmary, you were cleaning up the wounds of a novice soldier who had an encounter with a fatui squadron on the north beach of the island. The newly trained soldier's absence was quickly noticed by the general of the Watatsumi army and he was quick to come to his junior aid bow blasing. The man was quickly brought back to you in Bourou village and thankfully most lesions and contusions were superficial. However, the colouration of the soldier’s ribcaged worried you. Gorou stayed to help and brought some water to the unnerved soldier in hope it would help him feel marginally better. You bandaged the now cleaned wounds and proceeded to osculate the soldier, asking him to take deep breaths. Gorou watched your expert hands move the stethoscope to the different areas on the soldier’s back, torso and side, carefully listening to his heartbeat and breathing. With extra care you asked your patient to lie down so you could continue your examination. Your fingers gently palpated the soldier’s ribcage and you cautiously reached the bruised area. Behind you, Gorou watched you intently as you inspected the soldier's torso for internal injuries. You made sure to examine the soldier's traits when you would touch a new area to make sure he wasn’t trying to hide away the pain. Your assured movements were almost hypnotic, but the amount of care you exhibited also made the general yearn for the same treatment. How would you behave if you were to heal him, try to soothe his body or alleviate the pain? Well he already knew since he remembered the numerous times you had patched him up during the war. How you were always concerned regarding how he was pushing the limits of his body. Your hand had applied ointment many times to his wounds - now ashen scars covering his body. Lost in thought, Gorou was brought back to reality when his junior thanked him once more for saving his skin before it got ugly. Gorou reassured him it was nothing and that he would always be there for his troops.
Once the soldier left your infirmary, you took the road leading up the Sangonomiya Shrine where the quarters you shared with your partner were located. Gourou was unusually quiet and after spending so much time with him, you were able to read him better than anyone else. You took his hand and squeezed it lightly making your valiant hound of a lover turn his attention to you. You leaned closer to murmur softly into his ear that you wanted to take care of him tonight, your favourite patient still needed to have monthly check-ups. You could see that your words had an impact because the tip of his ears shuddered, along with his tail which confirmed everything you needed to know. He answered that he would truly appreciate it, but with a determined look he added he wanted to make things fair and reciprocate everything you would do for him. You started with a relaxing midnight bath which led into you tending to his tail’s fur, half naked on your bed while sharing how your respective day went. In that moment of proximity and warmth, you gently kissed each and every scar adorning his body, applying some regenerative lotion after your lips had appeased the skin. Satisfied with your work, you finally kissed his lips. Gourou delicately led you into a different position where you came to be lying down on your stomach, your limbs sprawling across the mattress. He made you blush once he straddled you, which he assured was only to have a better access to your back muscles. Your lover started his massage, relieving you of the stiffness and the discomfort. From time to time he would interrupt the massage only to press himself against your form and enumerate everything he liked about you. Maybe it was his words or maybe it was his body heat combined with yours, but in those moments you wondered if you were going to melt away into oblivion. Once he finished rubbing off any residual tension in your back, he freed you from underneath him. He moved aside to lie down on his side, facing you and started massaging and kissing your overworked, gentle hands, preparing them for your next shift.
Heizou - It must have been at least 3 days since you hadn’t seen Heizou. You knew he was deep in a case and looking at every relevant document from the police station archive, but you still missed him and decided to go see him before going to work at the Yae publishing house. You felt a smidge more house husbandy than usual and decided to cook a serving of radish and fish stew for him. You were aware of how he likes fried food so the warm dish was sure to be appreciated. As a side bonus, the omega-3 contained in the fish would help your boyfriend’s overworked brain. You were at these reflections when you realized your feet brought you to the police station’s main entrance. There, you were greeted by a doushin that introduced himself as Uesugi. He said that you would need to be accompanied to the archive because no civilian could go unsupervised. On the way there you patiently listened to the new recruit gloat on the fact he was only waiting for an exciting case to show everybody how great he was.
When you arrived at your destination Uesugi leaned on the archive room door and commented on the mouth watering smell that was coming out of your neatly wrapped bento. He affirmed that he should be rewarded for coming to your aid and guiding you to the archives. Before you had the time to answer, the door the doushin was leaning against abruptly opened and made him fall to the ground. Heizou came into view and peeked to the man at his feet stating that he was paid to be a public servant and not the other way around. He then mentioned he should get going before Owada, the yoriki of the police station (in other words their superior), noticed his prolonged absence from his post. The scolded man took to his heels and was quickly on his way back, feeling that the glint in Heizou’s eyes wasn’t that amicable. Before you could ask your boyfriend if he was always this way to his kōhai, he pulled you into the archive storage room and pulled you lower so he could kiss you properly. After inquiring about each other's respective last few days, you offered the lunch you had prepared to the detective who opened it as soon as it was in his hands. He took a seat at the nearest table and after a few bites, a string of compliments left his lips only to be halted by the next eager bites. He somehow must have felt that you were about to leave, so he pulled a chair next to him and tapped the seat to invite you over. You explained you had to go to work or you would look like a bad employee. In response he pleaded that he just wanted to spend a few more minutes in your company. You agreed to spend ten more minutes with him, but he would have to accompany you to work and give an excuse to Kuroda.
Itto - Your boyfriend was getting more and more cranky because he hadn’t seen you all day and he was missing you terribly. Itto knew you had prepared this fishing activity with Thoma for weeks, but this was one of those days he wished he could have stayed in bed with you since he wasn’t feeling like his usual bubbly self. How could he predict that not receiving a morning kiss would feel like an arrow pierced his heart. How could he predict that not being able to share breakfast with you would feel like eating his last meal in a cell. He didn’t want to impose, but everything felt so dramatic today of all days. He spent some time with the members of the Arataki Gang, but winning a TCG battle didn’t feel like it should. To make matters worse you probably had the time of your life with that housekeeper twink. No it wasn’t the thing. YOU were making Thoma’s day super great and the one and oni was left aside. Itto was brooding in your shared apartment when he heard the front door open. You were putting away your fishing gear when the oni sprinted towards you and embraced you into a hug. After kissing him on the cheek you told him that Thoma was treating you to dumplings and bubble tea in Ritou and that you would be back later that evening. Itto told you to have fun mechanically, but in a panic he started to ask you the whereabouts of his elusive lucky comb, the location of his favourite drums and asking what he was going to eat for supper. You answered that it was in the bathroom, under the bed and that there was miso soup he could re-heat and some leftover onigiris in the kitchen. Itto watched you decrease in size until you had left his line of sight on the road leading towards Ritou and then closed the door. He was devastated. Maybe you didn’t like him anymore. No he couldn’t doubt you like that, you were the boyfriend of The First and Greatest Head of the Arataki Gang. The one he would put his life on the line if needed. He reheated the miso soup and ate the onigiris. He smiled at the little note you had left him next to the platter. But maybe you were faking your affection with this little note to make things easier for him. No it couldn’t be. Or could it.
Itto was stuck in this very mindspace when you finally returned to Hanamizaka. He heard you come back and announce that you were home, but he didn’t flinch. He heard you make your way to your shared room where you would find him seated upright on the mattress with a blanket covering him. You approached him and teased him asking if he was sulking. You noticed how he refused to look at you, his eyes glued to the wall and if you tried to turn his head towards you he would exert all the strength his neck could exert to make sure he wouldn’t budge. You regained your seriousness and gently told him that if he was giving you the silent treatment he was either trying to make you feel bad or he was trying to signal he wanted to be comforted. One way or the other Itto needed to tell you what was happening for you to help. Your boyfriend finally looked at you and started to cry hugging you and admitted it was a hard day and he didn’t know why but he felt bad all day. You got seated next to him and made him lay his head on your lap. While you twirled his hair between your fingers you asked him to remember the exercises you had done with the wheel of emotions and to take his time to name the emotions he was feeling. He frowned in concentration and stayed silent for a little while. He then said he felt many emotions at the same time. At times he felt jealous, but also abandoned and lastly inadequate because he wanted for you to have fun, but couldn’t control himself to be better. You answered that sometimes even the almighty Arataki Itto couldn’t control his emotions and that maybe it was better to acknowledge and accept them and just let them be for a while and let them wash over him until they didn’t feel so intense.
He scrunched himself against you and hid his face in your lap. You gave him time and he eventually moved to hug you tightly. You then asked him to list 10 things you liked about him. At first the question seemed to puzzle him a bit and he tentatively answered that you liked his smile. You nodded and encouraged him to continue. Each new statement was becoming easier to say. You liked how he didn’t judge you, how he was genuine, how he listened to you, his enthusiasm, how he was helpful, the way he hugged you, how he took care of you and how he was always trying his best. Each thing he was able to find made him feel lighter. Each time you nodded to notify he was right, he got more earnest - smiling brightly. Once he reached the 10th thing you liked about him, he looked at you passionately and opened his arm to draw you in. Once in his arms he started to kiss you fervently, only you could bring him in this state of desire. You two were the perfect pair. How could he have doubted that? You both spent the rest of the night proclaiming your love for each other.
Kaeya - You were tasked by Hertha, Captain of the 6th Company - Logistic, to show the new recruit around since you were one of the most experienced field officers under her. She also knew you had a good work ethic and wouldn’t cut corners while showing the most mundane tasks there were. The new recruit wasn’t exactly your favourite type of colleague. He seemed to care more about the appearances than the efforts needed to back them up. You blamed it on his nervousness, he probably tried to play the tough guy as a way to hide his nervousness. You spent most of your day teaching him the basics, but as the good senior that you were you also instilled in him the sense of why the 6th company was important for the knights. The charter and administration of baggage train, resource management and record-keeping weren’t exactly glamorous tasks, but they were still cogs in the machine that is Ordo Favonius. You also introduced him to the other personnel he would work with, Noelle as a representative of the maids, Lisa who helped with bookkeeping, etc. You then left the library and headed to the office of the quartermaster. As you found the office empty, you concluded your presentation of the Knights of Favonius and indicated he would be appointed to a regular task and schedule tomorrow morning. He thanked you for your help. He seemed to hesitate to leave, and you raised an eyebrow, wondering if he still had any questions. He decided to shoot his shot and put on his bravado once again. He leaned towards you and asked you if you were going to invite him for a drink since you were so obviously pining after him. You couldn’t help yourself, but to burst into laughter, effectively turning the proud expression of the recruit into a meek one. You told him you only did your job and that he didn’t receive any special treatment. Obviously vexed, the man cut his losses and turned around to leave the quartermaster office.
Kaeya came into view and blocked him from retreating. With a devilish smile, Kaeya introduced himself offering his hand out, cold air seemingly coalescing around the recruit who extended his hand only to be caged into the other’s grip. After ending the rigid handshake, Kaeya mentioned he occupied the role of Cavalry Captain and quartermaster, but more importantly he was ‘his’. The recruit babbled that he didn't quite understand. Kaeya took the expression of a patient teacher and explained that he had the utmost honour of being able to call the man beside them - you, his beloved partner. The recruit understood all but too late that he had made a move on someone that was already taken. He bowed his head several times, apologizing to the both of you while hastily leaving the office. You looked at the pleased expression plastered on Kaeya’s smile and could only snicker to yourself. Kaeya came closer to you and asked what was so funny. You answered coyly that you didn’t know that ‘being his’ was one of his titles. Kaeya answered that he was serious when he said that it was his honour to be yours. Kaeya had closed the distance between you and him and looked intently at you while you tried to chase away your chuckles to remain impassive. He softly reached out to hold your chin up and asked if he may. You agreed and he started to kiss you passionately. Each time he would take his breath, he would mumble ‘yours’ to your ear. Sometimes he would say it shyly and sometimes like a one word statement; changing tone each time you were catching your breath from the passionate kiss. His voice was now a faint whisper, and he let out one last ‘yours’. However this time he clearly denoted the question that was hidden in the word - like followed by an implicit question mark. You smiled and said he was yours as much as you were his. You left the office bickering lovingly at each other and in the following weeks you noticed that Kaeya was more keen on holding your hand whenever you were out in public.
Kaveh - For once you were lucky and had the opportunity to leave the Akademiya early for the day. You had made plans with your boyfriend Kaveh for the evening and took a chance to pass by his place, maybe he would’ve finished his day early as well. The grey clouds above your head suddenly let out the rain they were carrying, as you made your way through the overpass and archways leading you down from the House of Daena. You soon reached the familiar yet impressive house decorated by many stained glass windows. You knocked at the door and you were soon invited in by the Akademiya’s scribe himself. Al Haitham offered for you to wait for Kaveh here since he shouldn’t take too much time to come back home. The scribe then disappeared in the kitchen to boil some water and make some tea while you made sure none of the books in your backpack were damaged by the rain. You put out an aged tome treating of ancient runes on the table to make sure there was no humidity that would linger in between its pages. Al Haitham came back with two cups of mint tea and commented on the book you had brought out. You mentioned you were trying to understand the scripture you had stumbled upon in some Dahri ruins and that you were currently trying to translate it, but it was no easy task. Al Haitham offered his help and you were amazed by his translating skills. After taking some notes and promising that you would get back to him to notify him of your research advancement, the conversation slowly moved on to your respective Darshans, yours being Vahumana - history and social sciences, and his being Haravatat - linguistic and semiotics. Kaveh entered the house as you were talking about the benefits of multidisciplinary research units, especially in your two fields of study. You paused to greet Kaveh and he stole you a kiss before eyeing scornfully his roommate. He excused himself, saying he needed to change his clothes - something about being less formal and more comfortable. You continued your conversation while packing your things in your bag to be ready when your boyfriend would come back.
Kaveh came back looking even more exquisite than you had expected with richly decorated garments and accessories. Your boyfriend was a sight to behold. He walked directly towards you and offered his hand to help you stand up. Kaveh simply stated that Al Haitham shouldn’t wait up as you would spend the night out. Kaveh escorted you outside and took the direction of your favourite restaurant. Although he was all smiles while inquiring about your day you halted and asked him if there was something bothering him. He knew he couldn’t hide anything from you as you were the one that read him best. He asked if you were going to do a joint research with Al Haitham since you get along with him so well and that your Darshans were closely related. He went as far as to mention that if he was going to have the house to himself at the cost of you bringing Al Haitham with you in some ruins he didn’t want the empty house at all. You reassured him that you didn’t view Al Haitham as someone you would want to pursue a professional endeavor with (nor a romantic one). You just happened to have similar academic interests and that he knew about some runic language you wanted to decipher. You resumed walking in the direction of the restaurant, but felt Kaveh still harbored some negative feelings. You squeezed his hand and mentioned you were thinking about writing a paper on the architectural style of the Dahri ruins you were currently investigating. Kaveh perked up at your words waiting to hear the rest. Having his attention on you, you asked him if he would like to accompany you during your next expedition. After all, Al Haitham wasn’t the only one with whom you could do a multidisciplinary research project. Kaveh knew how much you value and enjoyed your expeditions and the fact you invited him meant a lot. He asked if you were suggesting this idea only because he was jealous, to which you answered that you had planned to ask him for a while, but you didn’t have any good opportunity to do so. He bashfully lowered his head and said he would really enjoy coming with you. He hugged you tight and you were back on your way to the restaurant, Kaveh asking you about your day once more.
Kazuha - The Alcor and its crew had been quite on demand during the last few months. Different commissions took the crew all over the seas of Teyvat and Beidou was able to strike plentiful commercial deals with important actors of the trading business. As a reward the beloved captain decided to hold an evening celebration including a feast and some music on the side. You and your partner were able to eat to your heart's content, you couldn’t decide if you had preferred the Golden Shrimp Balls or the Lotus Flower Crisp. Your partner was delighted by the Stir-Fried Fish Noodles to which you took a mental note to try and get the recipe from Xinyue Kiosk. You weren’t sure your cooking skill would be enough to recreate the dish, but you were confident that Kazuha would appreciate it anyway. Kazuha suddenly stood up from beside you and kissed your temple before getting to the small stage in front of the dining area. It wasn’t a stage like the one Yun Jin or Xinyan, but more a cozy little platform that could accommodate solo artists. Kazuha took out his zitar and started playing a tune, sometimes humming along with the melody. After a few minutes of rehearsal and warming up, the beat morphed into something livelier and fast paced. Soon the tables were out of the way and the crewmate made their way on the newly formed dancefloor. You were softly gazing at your boyfriend’s finger brushing against the cords of the zitar when a big hand landed on your shoulder. Taken by surprise you turned around and none other than Suling - the Alchor’s chief smith, came into view. For once it seemed the ironworker had his mind off the maintenance of the weaponry. He offered you a dance to which you accepted after looking at the concentrated yet elated expression on your lover's face. You stood up and joined the others on the dancefloor and let the notes carry you around, guiding your movements. You didn’t expect Suling to be such a good dancer and paired with Kazuha’s music, time really flew by. The moon was now high above you and you requested a break, going back to sit at the dinning table to bring some relief to your legs. You accepted the cup of tea Yinxing offered you to rehydrate yourself. As you were drinking the liquid, Kazuha finished the last notes of the tune he was playing and everybody cheered for him. Kazuha came beside you and asked for you to follow him. As exhausted as you were, you managed to get up and Kazuha pulled you aside to a more secluded area where he leaned his elbow on the wooden railing of the Alchor. You felt the salty air on your face and Kazuha’s finger running on your arm. you turned to face him and asked him if he was bothered that you had danced with Sulin; each time you had checked on him you couldn’t meet his gaze, but he always harbored a soft smile on his lips. Kazuha chuckled and answered that in the end he was the one that really made you dance so it didn’t matter in the slightest. However he got closer to your ear and asked you if you would have preferred him as a jealous boyfriend. His traits kept an enigmatic demeanour and before you could answer he pulled you towards your shared quarters. If Kazuha isn’t the one to fall subject to jealousy, he still dedicated all those songs to you while longing to have you in his arms.
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Summary: You go to a playground with Matt in the middle of the night — which leads to kissing, monkey bar expertise, getting stuck on the roof, and more kissing.
Pairing: Matt x fem!reader
A/N: I did some research and there's not really any large playgrounds in Hell's Kitchen... so let's just pretend that there is?
(reposting this AGAIN because for some reason the tags didn’t work and the piece didn’t show up anywhere that i tagged it??)
The sun had set hours ago, courtesy of the shorter days as September melted into October, when you finally left work. It was a clear night — there was a new moon, so in the areas where the street lamps were more sparse or broken altogether, you walked through pitch black shadows. Hell's Kitchen was surprisingly quiet and there was a peace to the air.
Nonetheless you jumped when footsteps approached behind you, fast and light. You whirled around, praying desperately that today wouldn't be the day you actually had to use the mace you kept in your purse, to find yourself face-to-face with a dark figure, masked and holding billy clubs.
"Matt," you said, relaxing. "I've come to the conclusion that you enjoy giving me a heart attack."
"Just wanted to see how alert you are."
"Any big bad goons to take down tonight? Or not much going on?"
"Nothing." You could've sworn Matt sounded petulant, like a disappointed child who didn't get what he wanted in the grocery store. "It's a Tuesday night, though. Less people drinking means less crime, in general."
“You’re like Sherlock. You know how he gets all restless when there have been no murders? That’s you — ‘Oh, it’s Christmas! Y/N, I’ll be late’ and all that.” You halted suddenly, grabbing Matt’s hand. “What if I told you that I have a really, really, really fun idea?”
“I’d probably be wary that you’re going to drag me to the nearest bookshop, which would mean we’d have to break in since it’s closed.”
“Nope.” You pointed towards the park. “Playground. Dead ahead, empty, just waiting for us.”
Matt’s lips tilted upwards wolfishly, a neon sign that he liked the idea. “I haven’t been on a playground in years.”
“Race you there,” you said, taking off immediately before he could process what you said. It didn’t take long for him to easily catch up, jogging beside you.
“You’re unfairly fast.”
“You’re pitiably slow.”
“I might not be a sprinter but I’ll warn you that I’m a master on the swings. I used to be able to get higher than anyone else at recess. Let me guess — you’re a monkey bar expert?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I’ve been on a playground. Not since before the accident.”
Your stomach dropped. “Matt, I’m sorry. You never got a chance at the orphanage?"
He shrugged. “No one had time to guide a blind kid on the monkey bars. I mean, I did the swings and stuff, but that was it. Besides, it wouldn’t have been very fun. Pretending to need someone to lead me in situations like that pissed me off when I was a kid, because I knew I could do it fine on my own. And of course I got in all the exercise I could ever want when I was with Stick.”
“Stick’s an asshole. You cannot ever compare monkey bars with the acrobats he forced you to do. What about before the accident? Were you... gymnastics-ish back then, too?”
“Not so much. I only really cared about boxing back then.” Matt grabbed ahold of the bars. “These are a lot shorter than I remember them being.”
He began to swing with ease, his abs practically rippling under his tight black shirt. It was admirable the way that he maneuvered, as though he defied gravity. The entire time he kept his legs tightly tucked up so that they didn’t graze the sand. At the end, he launched himself off the bars and into a neat front flip before landing on the ground with finesse. “Do I get the Monkey Bar Master title?” he asked, spreading his arms outwards.
You snorted. “You went above and beyond. Next time you go to beat someone up, you should announce yourself as the Devil of Hell’s Playground. Come on, let’s do the merry-go-round.”
“That’s the spinning thing, right?”
“Yep.” You hopped on. “Want me to spin it first or you?”
He grinned. “Hold on, sweetheart.”
And if what you were expecting was for Matt to spin it a couple times and then jump on with you, you were sorely wrong. He ran — damn well sprinted — with the merry-go-round until everything was a blur, and then leapt on. The flashing lights of the street lamps blurred into a steadier ringlet as you whipped in circles, laughing while simultaneously cursing him, and finally jumped off as it began to slow.
“You’re ruthless,” you said, laughing, and falling into his arms as the ground lurched under you from dizziness. Somehow you ended up in the sand, Matt’s left arm around your waist and his right arm cupping your head so that it didn’t knock against the ground. He was warm, much warmer than the cold air, and you inched yourself in closer to him, pressing your chest against his. The mask was still pulled over his eyes, so you reached over and lifted it up. It was a crime for his eyes to be as beautiful as they were. They reflected the dim light of the nearest street lamp, dark in the night and somehow warm at the same time.
“Getting distracted?” he teased, and using his hand that was cupping the back of your head, he pulled you in roughly, kissing first your mouth and then making his way down to your neck. You shivered as his lips grazed your collarbone, and his hand reached lower, lower down your waist, tracing the tip of your hipbone and sending sparks through your body.
“Your turn,” he said abruptly, keeping his head tilted in towards yours so that your noses were almost touching.
“My turn?”
“I did the monkey bars. You’ve got to impress me now.”
Mustering the motivation to leave Matt’s arms, you got to your knees and dusted the sand off of you. Swiveling to scope out the playground, your eyes landed on the the large playground structure in the center. It went up quite high, and there was a small, domed roof at the top. Determined, you marched forward, and started by climbing up the slide.
“Trying to be a rebel?” Matt called, sitting languidly on the base of the merry-go-round.
“I was denied climbing up slides as a kid. So now I’m being rebellious,” you told him. It didn’t take long to make it to the top of the slide. Above you, the domed roof seemed much taller than it did from the ground. You pushed yourself onto the side rail of the structure and then grabbed onto the roof with both hands.
You glanced down at Matt. He’d moved from the merry-go-round to a spot a bit closer now, where he stood in the sand, head tilted up at you.
“Why are you just staring like that at me? That’s a lot of pressure,” you said, returning to your task of getting a grip on the roof.
“How could I possibly be staring at you?”
“Fine. Why are you just listening like that at me?”
“Because I have a terrible feeling that you’re going to fall and I want to catch you if you do.”
“I’m going to tell—” You paused to hoist yourself on the roof, precariously gripping a broken plastic shingle that was jutting out and hoping it didn’t break off while you were clutching it. “—Father Lantom that you have no faith.”
“If you could hear the amount of slippery footholds you’ve made for yourself and the way that your fingers are sliding against the plastic, then you’d have little faith, too.”
“Oh, please. I’ve got a grip like glue.” To prove yourself you reached forward with an enormous effort to tug yourself to the pointed top of the roof, where you had to perch like a gargoyle, clutching at the spire in the center so that you didn’t slip backwards. “See?” you said triumphantly, glancing down at the sand. Oh. Don’t glance down, that makes it worse.
Matt was now hovering directly at the side of the structure, the exact location that you’d probably land if you were to lose your footing. “Fantastic.”
“You don’t sound very happy for me,” you commented, purposely releasing one hand from the spire to wave down at him. “Look, I’m a rooster. You know, the ones on weather vanes?”
“Except if you fall, you don’t have wings to flap. And then I’d be taking you to the emergency room for broken legs.”
You grinned; his anxiety was unexpectedly delighting you.
Until it came time to actually climb down the structure.
You experimented with your left foot first, trying to slide it back down to the railing. There was no reaching it, though, and you didn’t dare release the spire in order to slide down a bit, because you’d probably end up missing the railing and end up as a pancake like Matt was predicting. Instead, you tried the other side, scooting on your butt in an attempt to hop from the roof to the bridge that connected two of the playground platforms. It was still too high, though, and if you jumped from there, you were fairly confident that you’d break an ankle.
“Having fun, Curious George?” Matt said dryly from below.
“Shut up,” you said. “I’m just exploring my options here.”
“I didn’t know it was possible to explore zero options.”
You ignored him and rolled onto your stomach, lowering yourself into the position you’d been in when you climbed up. It was bemusing, though, as to how you had actually gotten up in the first place, because your toes still couldn’t reach the railing, no matter how much you strained.
“I wish I could see this,” Matt put in, and you turned your head over to scowl at him. He raised his hands defensively. “Come on. You’re stuck on the top of a playground.”
“Yes, I’m laughing very hard right now.”
But Matt didn’t answer. You craned your neck again to see him; he was cocking his head to listen to something intently.
“What? What do you hear?” you asked.
“Sweetheart, there’s an attack a few blocks over — I’ve got to run.”
“What?” you cried out. “Seriously?”
“Someone's in trouble,” he said, donning the black mask. “I’m so sorry. I’ll come back as soon as I can.”
“Wait! How urgent is it? Can you help me first?” you said, squirming on the roof. Matt simply ran off, fading into the shadows without another word.
“Dammit,” you said aloud, contemplating the height from the roof to the sand. Was it cushioned enough for you to jump? It definitely would be for Matt, who could do his fancy tuck-and-roll maneuver. You, on the other hand, would land like you were doing a pencil dive.
“So you do want my help, then.”
You yelped at the voice that came from the shadows. “Matt!” He emerged, grinning and removing the black mask again.
“But... what about—?” you began, bewildered, and then the realization hit you. “You were lying.”
“It was a test.”
“I can’t believe you had the audacity to lie to me.”
“You begged me to help you get down,” he said with satisfaction, climbing up the structure with ease. “Well, all you needed to do was ask, sweetheart. Ask and you shall receive.”
“I didn’t beg.” At Matt’s raised eyebrows, you looked away, fiddling with the top of the spire grumpily. “Yeah. Okay, fine. I begged. Please help me get down?”
“The things I do for you,” he said, as though to gripe, though the grin was still wide on his face. “Okay, lower yourself on your stomach, like you were doing.” He climbed on top of the rail with an impressive feat of balance, then leaned over. “I’ve got you.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’d never let you fall.”
Gingerly you lowered yourself, feeling for the rail beneath your feet. Matt held you up until your toes met solid metal, and then he hopped down, hands sliding down to your thighs to ensure that you didn’t lose your balance. You jumped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him tightly. “My savior.”
“I should’ve taken a picture of you, for blackmailing purposes.”
“It was all intentional,” you told him. “I planned to get stuck up there. That way, you’d have someone to save tonight and your time spent in the black costume wouldn’t be wasted. All hail the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, hero of playgrounds.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
"Let’s go home now?” you asked, sliding out of his arms. “Maybe we can make macaroni and cheese?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Matt’s head tilted slightly. “Wait. I hear someone. And I’m not kidding this time.”
“Go do your thing, Devil Man.”
He kissed you. “You won’t get stuck on any roofs again while I’m gone?”
“Unlikely. And there will be a big pot of macaroni waiting for you when you get back. I’ll stay up.”
He kissed you again and your heart raced faster at the way that he pressed hard into you, as though the world were ending and you only had seconds remaining with one another. You watched him leave, disappearing down the street with his billy clubs in his hands, and your smile didn’t fade until long after you left the playground.
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Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.
Madhuri
Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.
Aishwarya
Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.
I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.
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okay hear me out.... mirror sex with Arthur...
oh god oh god this started as a drabble and got away from me I hope you enjoy sweet anon <3
The Way I See You
pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader
word count: 1861 words
warnings: explicit, minors dni, penetrative sex, cunnilingus , sex in front of a mirror, cursing, smut starts right at the beginning
tagging: @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @cowboydisaster @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdraghehe
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re… you’re so beautiful like this.” Arthur breathes out, looking up at you with lips glistening with his spit and your own arousal. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks, the mixture of the two of you coating your thighs too.
A furious blush takes hold of your cheeks and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, suddenly shy despite the fact that Arthur was lapping you up and down like a starved man only moments ago. You love when Arthur goes down on you, he’s an expert at his craft, really, but the thought of how you look to him from that angle always sends you into your own head, self-conciousness taking a hold of your being. Most of the time, you manage to hold it back, but whenever Arthur comments on your beauty in this state you’re convinced he’s lying.
“Shut uup.” You whine, the tone coming out bratty as you buck your hips up into his face, wanting him to stop complimenting you and stick his tongue back in your twitching, needy cunt. He’s about to, until he sees you cover yourself up. Both your wrists are taken into his strong hands, making them look even daintier in comparison, and he gently pulls them away from your face.
“Not a chance. You’re beautiful and I’ll never let you forget it. Even if I have to…” Arthur trails off, looking around the hotel room you’d booked for your date night away from the camp. You curiously follow his gaze, wondering where on earth this is going, before you realise he’s staring right at the mirror.
“C’mere.” He slides down the length of you, lifting you up off the bed and walking you to the mirror. You hadn’t gotten onto him yet, Arthur pouncing to strip and go down on you as soon as the door clicked shut, so he is still clothed and presentable, save for the tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt. You, on the other hand, are completely naked. If anything, this only heightens the discomfort, causing you to shuffle on your feet, the woollen carpet of the San Denis saloon brushing against the soles of your feet.
Arthur towers above you, standing behind you and brushing a hand over your hair, following the cascading curls down your back. His eyes roam over you through the mirror and you swear you hear a little growl rumble his chest when his thumb runs over the curve of your ass. It tickles. You shudder. He chuckles.
“Look at you… my beautiful girl.”
Every nerve ending feels as though it’s on fire as you stand exposed to yourself. It’s uncomfortable for you and Arthur can tell by the way your legs tense and your nails dig into your arm, leaving little moons in the flesh.
“Arthur…” you start to protest, but he’s having none of it, snaking a hand up and around your throat to guide your head to the side. You watch him with wide eyes as he places a tender kiss on your neck. You feel his tongue run over your skin, feel his teeth nip and bite as the action becomes thicker in passion. It is the most incredible feeling, so good that you seem to slip out of your discomfort long enough to let out an indulgent moan. This spurs Arthur on, sucking and nibbling until red flourishes under his lips.
Arthur takes your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to crane back to lock onto his lips with yours. He still tastes like you, tangy and sweet and the way he licks your tongue inside your own mouth sends your knees weak. You try to take the opportunity to turn to face him, push him back to the bed and have your way with him, but Arthur shakes his head and you notice just how dark his eyes look when he’s lust-striken beyond belief.
“Nu-uh, princess. You’re stayin’ right here where I can see ya’.”
“Arthur, I… I can’t.” Your cheeks are back flushed crimson, your fingers intertwining with each other, getting kinda clammy from the nerves.
“Yes, you can.” You don’t have the chance to argue further as two fingers are plunged into you. Your knees almost buckle underneath you, but Arthur bears your weight, expertly fucking you with his fingers, ripping his name from your throat. Your eyes close tight because you really can’t help it, the feeling is so intense.
You hear the unbuckling of Arthur’s jeans, followed by the thud of denim against the floor. He somehow gets his shirt unbuttoned, his fingers only leaving you when absolutely necessary to pull the sleeve over his arm. By this point, you’re putty in his arms, so drunk on pleasure that you’d let him take you on a plinth in the middle of town if he asked nicely enough. You open your eyes just in time to watch the final piece of clothing, his underwear, slide down his legs. He’s completely bare behind you now, and what a sight the two of you are. Arthur’s soaked fingers run up and down your side, his other hand almost possessively holding your shoulder. You feel safe with him, even if you’re right up against the boundary, and really want to do this, for him if nothing else.
“Makes me so sad when you can’t see yourself the way I see you, sweetheart.” The pet name is sickly sweet in contrast to the downright sinful acts you’re committing, but you love it. It comforts you.
You’re quiet, not quite sure how to convince Arthur of your point of view anymore as your eyes roam over the pair of you in the mirror. Right now, the wooden frame stands tall in the corner of the room, facing the middle. Arthur approaches the mirror, turning it slightly so it faces the wall a little more. Before you can ask what he’s up to, you’re in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, wet, aching cunt transferring your slick right onto his stomach. He growls again at the sensation, before pinning you against the wall and lining himself up with your entrance. You look down, and the sight of his rock hard cock pulsing less than an inch away from where you need it the most pushes anything and everything from your mind but him.
“Please, Arthur… I need you.”
It’s all the permission he needs to surge into you, all the way to the hilt, pulling a gasp from your lips. Your foreheads are pressed together, breathing in each other's air as Arthur gives you a moment to adjust to the invasion. You’re coiled up so tight after Arthur has all but edged you since you got to the saloon that those extra seconds feel like lifetimes.
“Right, beautiful. I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. And I want you to watch, okay? Y’think you can do that for me, princess?”
You bite down on your lip, nodding vehemently. You’d say anything, do anything for him right now, cock drunk out of your mind before he’s even properly started.
“Good girl.”
And then he pulls back, pounding right back into you. You scream, shutting your eyes tight closed, as if that will help adjust to the intensity. You’re already so close it feels like you’re dancing on the edge after only one thrust, but Arthur is relentless, fucking up into you, moaning and letting a string of the filthiest curses to fall from his lips. His hands grip onto your thighs to support your weight with a bruising grip, one hand reaching up to cup your jaw and force you to face the mirror.
Remembering your promise, you force your lashes to flutter open and lock eyes with yourself, seeing the whole picture. This beautiful, carnal, visceral picture of you and Arthur intertwined while he spears into you.
Arthur’s muscles are tense, your weight on him and his insane passion for you pushing his veins right up to the surface of his skin. With each thrust, you can see his cock, absolutely dripping with both of your fluids. Every time he pulls out and you see the whole length of him, you’re sure he’ll never fit back in. But sure enough, every time he hits that sweet spot right and you’re completely full of him. His face is contorted in pure bliss, sucking and nipping on the skin of your shoulder and neck as if his life depends on it.
He’s art, but you’ve always known that. What you weren’t expecting to see was yourself, looking right back at you, looking… downright ethereal. Wrapped around such a perfect specimen, watching him absolutely worship you… it makes you look like a goddess. Arthur is right, yet again, damn him.
It’s so hot, watching the way your ass ripples each time Arthur spears into you. Your legs are shaking, your head thrown back in pure bliss as you get closer and closer to that heavenly place only Arthur can take you to. You moan out his name, long and deep, your breath tickling his ear. He breaks free from biting down on your shoulder to look up at you, but you can’t seem to stop watching yourself.
“That’s right, that’s my girl. Y’gonna cum for me, beautiful? Cum all over me while you watch me fuck you? That’s my good girl.”
Almost like he knows it’s a reward, the hand that isn’t gripping into your ass clamps around your neck, squeezing in just the right place to send the corners of your vision funny. It’s everything you need, and before you know it you’re there. As much as you want to watch yourself fall apart in Arthur’s arms, it’s too much and you can’t seem to keep your eyes open. You open your mouth in a tiny ‘o’ as you scream and moan and cry out, Arthur silencing you with a searing kiss. It isn’t long before he’s right there with you, once rhythmic thrusts now erratic and messy. He has to let go of your throat to get a better grip on you, pushing you into the wall so hard the wallpaper burns your back.
It’s white hot, unadulterated pleasure, gushing over every inch of you. You can feel Arthur’s cock pulsing, pumping ropes of his seed deep inside you like a heartbeat. Your hearts are pressed together, pounding against each other as you both reach the peak.
When your eyes open again, when you finally don’t feel as though you’re going to fall off the edge of the earth, Arthur is sliding out of you slowly. You ache in the best way, throbbing as Arthur carries you to the bed. The silky sheets are just what your grazed back needs, Arthur’s lips just what your heart needs to bring you back down.
You gaze up at him as he hovers over you, feeling the shake of his tired arms around you. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, before rolling to the side and pulling you into the most comforting embrace.
“Love you, beautiful.”
“Love you too, handsome.”
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Water and Rock
Chapter 1
Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader
Warnings/Tags: (None in the first chapter, but more to come) explicit content, drug use, dubcon, character deaths, slow burn
Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.
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A second explosion rocks the port side of the ship, and you can barely hear your own muffled voice over the ringing in your ears.
"They've disabled our hyperdrive."
General Kenobi's face is grim. "Not good."
Your legs are struggling to keep you upright as you stumble against the bucking of the dying ship.
"Any suggestions, Commander?" he asks, a note of detachment in his voice that you wish you could mirror while plummeting to certain death.
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"Now would be the time to share any skills you've acquired on your solo missions."
You bite back a sarcastic comment about espionage missions rarely ending in dogfights. "Sir, if you're able to clear the atmosphere, we might still lose them in the asteroid field. If you can keep us from getting shot down for the next few minutes, I think I can manage the changes needed in the power converters to get the hyperdrive back online."
He considers this, then nods. "Fine. Do it. Divert as much power as you can without shorting the main systems."
He takes his place back at the helm and you slide a few feet to the back of the ship, dropping to the floor and immediately getting to work on the wiring. Another glancing blow hits the ship, and the tool you've grabbed skitters across the floor.
"I would love to recommend that you stay low until you reach the city limits, in case they have any qualms about shooting their own people and decide to use less firepower... but you're in command of this mission and I don't give the orders," you say, as if talking to yourself.
You snatch the tool back up and send a quick look to the captain's chair where Obi Wan is giving you a mildly unimpressed look. But he adjusts his controls, lowering the trajectory.
Too late. Another blast, and the ship is now shaking violently.
"All main engines are down on the port side." You flip through diagnostic screens, reading them aloud as Obi Wan struggles to keep the controls steady. "Remaining engines operating at only sixty percent. No, fourty... we're not going to make it."
All hope drains from your face while Obi Wan pulls up a map on the main console, adjusting coordinates. "Even if we manage to survive, our location has been compromised and our cover blown. I see only one option at the moment."
He zooms in, highlighting a nearby moon, Keoth. "We can try for a landing, and hope they believe we've died in the crash."
You take yet another hit, and this time you're knocked to the floor. You give a desperate smile. "They certainly aren't giving us many other options."
You stand back up and manage to strap yourself into the copilot's seat just in time for the power to begin failing. The ship begins its death spiral toward the moon below, its surface filling the viewport much too quickly for your stomach to handle. You give yourself over to the force, your master's piloting, and whatever luck has brought you this far.
Wordlessly, you plummet to the ground, reminding yourself not to give in to fear as the belly of the ship scrapes first against the trees, then against the rocky terrain. When the skidding finally stops and you haven't burst into a fireball, you silently thank the force as both of you remain in your seats for a moment, catching your breath.
"Let's hope the Black Sun didn't see where we went down," you say, finally unstrapping your belt once your legs are steady enough to stand up.
Obi wan stands as well. "I suppose we'll know soon enough."
His comment is enough to silence both of you again, and you listen in anticipation of more blasting. When nothing immediately happens, Obi Wan makes his way to the back of the ship and opens the cargo bay door. It creaks, straining against broken hinges, and slowly reveals the dense jungle outside. You step out, inspecting the damage to the ship. It's catastrophic.
"Black Sun or not, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. It appears we'll need to send a status report to Coruscant and wait for rescue," he says, heading back into the ship to access the comm panel.
You step forward to follow him and wince, touching your head. Your hand comes away with blood, which must have been trickling down your forehead. He stops on the cargo ramp, placing a hand to the back of your head, steadying you for inspection.
"Hold still."
He turns your head this way and that, and steps back, walking into the ship to get a medpac. He takes one out of storage and makes his way back to you. "I am no medic, but that needs attention."
You wave a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I must have hit it when I was working on the power converters. I'm more concerned about the ship's condition than a bump on the head."
He ignores your protest and starts to unpack a gauze pad, leaning toward you. Instead of letting him finish, you take the pad from his hand and press it in place, holding it there. You give him an appreciative look, which is enough to end the conversation. He turns his attention back to the comm panel. After a moment, he sighs.
"The normal communications systems are too damaged and the long-range communicator can't get a signal. We're cut off."
You close your eyes, trying to accept this new turn of events and find a way to move forward. You open them again and stare out of the cargo bay for a long time, thinking. Finally, you speak.
"If we can boost the signal of the long range communicator, we might be able to get a message back to one of my contacts on Oba Diah," you point, and his gaze follows your hand to the top of a mountain. "We just need to find higher ground."
"It's a possibility." Obi Wan considers it further, then gives a small shake of his head. "Probably our only possibility at present. We'll need supplies."
The both of you get started packing, eating and drinking as much as possible before leaving the rest of your supplies behind on the ship. With the pressing heat of the jungle, you consider leaving your robes behind, but ultimately pack them for extra bedding.
You shed the rest of your layers and leave on your tunic, arms bare. It doesn't do much to alleviate the pressing heat, but at least the fabric is light. Meanwhile, Obi Wan somehow decides to leave his outfit unchanged, removing only the most outer layer. It seems unbearable, but then, he's always been one of those jedi who choose to wear the most uncomfortable clothing. He told you once it was a constant exercise in learning to ignore the distraction of discomfort. You simply thought of it as unnecessary suffering.
"If I remember correctly, this moon has a 9-hour rotation. Looks like we have about 3 hours of daylight left," you say, pulling your bag over your shoulders.
Obi Wan follows you as you enter the jungle, stepping over vines. "We should make the most of it, then. Be wary. We don't know what kind of wildlife we may find."
"Actually, I've read the wildlife on Keoth is non-aggressive. So long as we don't provoke anything, I imagine we'll be fine."
"You keep your studies sharp, as always."
There's an unfinished lilt to his voice at the end of his sentence, where years ago, the words 'my padawan' may have fit.
When the jedi council had been deciding where to place you as a youngling, you hadn't made the choice easy for them. You didn't have any decipherable talents. At least, not at first. You weren't skilled with a blade, nor with hand-to-hand combat, and you weren't a particularly quick study at meditation. You weren't *bad* at any of those things, just not as adept as your peers. Nothing about you stood out, so finding a master with whom to place you became an ongoing task.
At first, you were sent to spend time at the healing houses. Often if a youngling wasn't predisposed to combat, their healing abilities soon revealed themselves. After months of training, not even the faintest sign of a healing ability made itself known. After that followed new master after new master. You learned from all of them, picked up skills from each of them, but none had been able to bring out your true strength. Your only consistent abilities seemed to lie in making rash decisions and engaging in reckless behavior. And as you neared the age for knighthood, it was becoming more of a liability to the order with each passing day
Thankfully, the council decided to counteract your behavior with a jedi who was the embodiment of forethought and decorum: Master Kenobi. You thought of your new assignment as a punishment at first, being placed with one of the strictest masters in the order, but with time and patience, he had shown you how to connect with the force like no one ever had.
It was through his guidance that you had discovered your unique talent for mind tricks. Most jedi could control one person with a weak will. You, on the other hand... you could control whole rooms of people with nothing but a suggestion. You could influence the minds of those with stronger wills and higher intelligence. You could disappear into a crowd by hopping from one consciousness to another almost effortlessly. It was a very rare gift, and it made you the perfect Republic spy.
It also meant that your tutelage under Master Kenobi was short-lived. Once your exceptional talent was revealed and honed, you were soon urged by the council to take the trials. A part of you always wondered if the need for your specific skillset in the war effort had driven you to take the trials before you were ready. Nevertheless, you passed. You struggled terribly, but you passed. And you were soon inundated with intelligence missions. Many jedi worked in partnership with one another, but on your assignments, a partner was often a liability. Instead, over the years, you formed a network of contacts in some of the seediest places throughout the galaxy. It was crucial work leading to vital information, but it was also isolating.
So, when you were given an assignment on Oba Diah with your former master, it was welcome news. Your mission had been to spread a rumor within the Pyke Syndicate that someone was selling a rare jedi holocron on the black market, in order to draw the attention of Lord Tyranus. When Tyranus arrived on Oba Diah to investigate, an attack would be launched in an effort to capture him. But the jedi council hadn't been aware of how deeply in league with the Black Sun Clan the Pyke had become, and weren't aware of their full numbers, or their access to information. Your deception had been revealed, and as a result, you're now staring up at the peak of a mountain that's miles away, while trudging through hot, sticky jungle air.
You've been walking for hours at this point, hardly able to see in the dimming light, and you ignite your lightsaber for the dual purpose of lighting your way and cutting a few branches out of your path. "It's nearly dark. Maybe we should make camp soon."
Obi Wan nods, although he keeps walking, and you keep following. "You're right. We'll make better time when we can see where we're going."
He finally stops in a small clearing, pulling out his water ration and taking a drink. You pause as well, using your lightsaber to slowly walk around the area and inspect. The trees aren't so dense in this area. Once you clear the brush off ground, it should make a reasonable-
You cut your inspection short, hearing a loud cracking sound in the darkness. You lock eyes with Obi Wan.
"Yes, I sense it as well," he says, lowering his voice. He ignites his lightsaber and you take your automatic positions, backs to one another, as you peer into the darkness of the jungle. Something is out there. You can feel it watching you.
A ravenous snarl suddenly erupts nearby, as a creature twice your size lunges out of the vegetation at Obi Wan. He deftly moves to the side, dodging its enormous claws. The beast's eyes glitter in the green reflection of your saber. Its teeth are so large it can't even seem to entirely close its mouth, drool dripping onto the ground below.
As the beast circles you, searching for a weak point to attack, you look over the matted hair covering its body, its raked-back ears and its short, stunted nose. You don’t recall this species in your study of this planet's moon. It roars and launches itself toward you again, and you slash upward, singeing one of the tufts on its ears. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hangs in the humid air, and the creature howls in pain, scrambling back toward both of you.
Obi Wan force pushes the beast backward, but it uses its legs like a springboard, ricocheting off a tree to snap its jaws at his neck. Again, he dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid its claws, which manage to catch his shoulder. Obi wan returns the stab by driving his lightsaber through the creature's arm, which finally causes it to relent, letting out a screech of pain.
It shuffles backward, then quickly disappears back into the jungle, leaving as suddenly as it had arrived. The two of you remain on alert, panting and glancing around the trees surrounding the clearing, now completely pitch black. After a few moments, it seems the creature has no plan to return, and Obi wan sighs.
"Non-aggressive, I believe, were your exact words?"
You grimace. "Perhaps the archive could use an update on Keoth."
He gives you a slight raise of his eyebrows, turning to say something else, but grits his teeth when he moves his arm. You shine your light toward his shoulder, seeing the blood seeping through his clothing.
"We should clean that," you tell him. Though your voice holds concern, it isn't the first time you've seen him injured. And because you've seen him injured plenty of times before, you're aware he'll ignore his injuries until you start to waste time over it. So you wait, patiently, unmoving.
He pulls his pack down from his shoulders and drops it to the ground. "We only have two medpacs. I'm not certain it's necessary."
He waits for your response, but you don't give him one, so at last, he searches his bag until he finds a medpac. When you see that he appears willing to listen to you in this instance and he begins to open a medpack, you drop your own pack to the ground and busy yourself with starting a fire.
You clear a small area of the ground and cut down some branches. Then you use the heat of your blade to burn some kindling you make by cutting off the bottom fringe of your tunic. Within a few minutes, the fire is crackling and you turn your attention back to Obi Wan, who has prepared the bacta spray and is pulling off his clothing.
He's... you swallow. Your eyes are drawn to his skin as it's revealed, and all at once it occurs to you that you've never seen your master without a shirt on. Even during late nights, you've seen him in his bedclothes, but never... never like this.
He's facing away from you, already having removed his belt and tunic, and he's quickly and unceremoniously pulling his dark brown undershirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. Despite trying to focus on the claw marks, you can't help but stare at his golden skin, the muscles of his back tapering down to his narrow waist. Then, all at once, your eyes fixate on the tattoo that graces his shoulder.
You can feel the synapses in your brain as they short circuit. You don't recognize the symbol, just a black marking of some kind which you've never seen before.
It's at this moment he seems to feel your gaze and turns around, holding the bacta spray. You tear your eyes up from his bare chest to look him in the eyes. He raises his arm, turning to the side. "Is it quite deep? I can't tell."
You blink, trying to steel yourself and focus on the task at hand. The injury doesn't seem serious, just a surface level puncture. You shake your head. "It's not that bad. You've had worse."
You try to force a smile but you imagine it comes off as nervous. Your eyes keep darting up to the tattoo as he displays himself for you.
"You look concerned, Commander. I assure you, I'm fine." He lowers his arm, giving you a strange look.
You stifle a cough, caught staring. "No, I know. I was just surprised."
"Surprised?"
"Yes, your... tattoo. I, uh, didn't know you had one."
A look of understanding passes over his face. "Oh, that. Yes."
He looks a little shy, but still as unreadable as always. "I had it done when I was much younger; a padawan. At the beginning of my time with Master Qui Gon."
You finally manage to regain control of your expression. "I see. I would never have suspected."
He dabs at his wound with a medical pad, then starts to spray it down. "You would probably be disappointed to learn that many jedi choose to mark themselves as a sign of their culture or for other reasons. In that way, I'm not as unique as I would sometimes like to believe."
You shake your head. "I'm aware. I just... wouldn't have expected it from you."
He smiles a little, then winces when he places a gauze pad onto his skin. "It was... a different time in my life."
The fire pops loudly beside you, the noise pulling you out of your trance. You sweep some more underbrush off the ground, throwing it into the nearby bushes while keeping your gaze firmly on your work. When the ground is clear enough, you lay out your bed roll and try to ignore him while he pulls his undershirt back over his body.
When your breathing finally returns to normal, you're able to turn your thoughts to something safe, like food. You pull a supply bar out of your bag, break it in half, and hand the other half to Obi Wan.
"Thank you," he says. Then he stares at you for a moment. His eyes narrow and he takes a step to close the distance between you, reaching his free hand out to nearly touch the side of your face.
Your breathing becomes shallow again. "General...?"
"You might do well with some of this spray, yourself. Your head isn't looking much better after all this walking."
You realize he's staring at your injury and your shoulders relax a little. "Oh. Yeah, thanks."
You take the spray as he offers it, then change the dressing as well. When you've finished, you climb, exhausted, for many reasons, into your makeshift bed and close your eyes.
You feel Obi Wan settling into his bed roll beside you. "I will take first watch. Rest well. It seems this journey may be more difficult than we had anticipated."
You stare up at the leaves above your head. Yes, you think. Yes, it may.
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congrats on 4k!! you’ve quickly become one of my fav writers. i always go back to you when i want something to read especially all you’re shy!readers! i’m shy and anxious as well and the way you write it is very relatable <3
may i request eddie or steve (your choice) with “do you trust me?” “yes”?
thank you baby! you’re too sweet omg. I changed the dialogue up just a tiny bit but the idea is the same! I love u and thank u for the ask x
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You’re nervous. Steve can tell, not because you’re being loud about it, because you never are about anything, but because you’re the quietest you’ve been since your first date with him. A first date which, although Steve thought he’d blown it the moment he’d called you pretty and you wouldn’t look him in the eye for five whole minutes, turned into you being Steve’s very new girlfriend.
He watches you pick at your nails, a frown pulling at your pretty lips. He knows exactly why you’re nervous, even though he’s not an expert at reading you just yet. It’s not rocket science — anyone would be nervous for a job interview. Unfortunately, you get nerves in unfair and extremely large dosages compared to everyone else.
Steve shuffles closer to you on the hood of his car where you’re both situated, his thigh almost touching yours. “Y/N?”
You must hear him because you stop picking at your nails, but you show no other sign of acknowledging him. Steve knows you’re not being rude, ‘cos when are you ever? You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever met. Sweetest and shyest. Hence the silence.
“Hey, look at me?” He asks gently, sliding a hand in between yours and taking your much smaller hand in his. He squeezes it for good measure. “Wanna talk to ya.”
You squeeze his hand back, albeit much less confidently, but it still makes Steve’s heart race. He’s new to your affections, shy but sweet and totally endearing. Every time you do something like this he ends up liking you even more, which is saying something.
Steve waits for you to look at him. When you do it’s like all the air’s been knocked out his chest. You’re so pretty it hurts, and even worse, you don’t even know it.
“You look really pretty today,” he says without really meaning to — he sometimes (always) forgets to hold his tongue around you. It becomes a problem when he starts dishing out compliments and you get all flustered from them. Speaking of flustered, you go all shy and blink at him adorably as if he’s the sun.
“Steve,” you say, almost exasperated.
Steve really likes how you say his name. It shows in his smile. “What? It’s true.”
You duck your head and cover your eyes with your free hand. “Stop,” you murmur, but you sound like you’re smiling.
Steve laughs. You’re the cutest. He’s called you pretty and you’re acting like he just hung the moon for you. He’d hate to see your reaction when he really gets going.
“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning like a madman, pulling at your wrist gently to get you to uncover your face. “Hey, come out, I still wanna talk.”
You oblige, letting him unmask you till you’re flushed and smiling in the late afternoon sun. He pulls both your hands into his lap with no intention of letting them go.
“I know you’re feeling nervous about the interview,” he says slowly. “And I know nothing I can say will really help, but I promise you it’s gonna be okay.”
Steve waits for you to say something. When you do, you’re frowning. “You don’t know that, Steve. I’m probably gonna get all awkward and mess it up.”
Steve tuts at you, his thumb finding a stretch of skin on your hand that he can rub circles into. “You won’t. You won’t mess it up, hun, I promise. I’m gonna be there the whole time, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you repeat back softly. Your eyes follow Steve’s hands as he pulls one of your hands to his lips, his mouth to your skin. A whisper of a kiss. You go hot under his affections.
He drops your hand lest you explode into a million pieces. “I can even whisper all your lines to you to help you remember,” he suggests, half joking and half not.
“Steve,” you mumble, embarrassed now. You steal your hand back to pick at the rip in your jeans, a tangle of frayed threads just above your knee.
Steve laughs and is delighted when a smile works it’s way onto your lips. “Okay, maybe I won’t do that. But I will be there if you need anything at all, okay? You do trust me, right?”
You smile for real then, a staggering smile that makes Steve want to kiss you silly and then some. “Yes. Of course I do, Steve.”
Steve grins, feeling proud of you and in love with you all at once. He’s definitely taking you out for ice cream and a movie after this. No matter how the interview goes.
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Starring: Rockstar! Suguru in the back of the band van
Synopsis: Its cold on the van ride to the next gig. Suguru knows exactly how to warm you up.
Content Warnings: Fingers and Voyeurism, reader discretion is advised! ;)
While the skirt that you chose to wear felt appropriate for the show, the venue being packed with human bodies- all of them dancing and sweating in time with each other- it didn’t provide much protection from the cold. And when you were sitting in a van that didn’t have great heating in the middle of winter, you needed some more protection from the cold.
“You’re shaking.” Your boyfriend(?) Suguru said, pointing out the obvious. He was the reason you were in this situation to begin with. You agreed to go on tour with his band because you wanted to show him you supported him and his dreams. You wished someone warned you about how much time spent in a cramped van with four sweaty and un-showered dudes supporting him would entail.
“That’s cause it’s cold.” you chuckled a bit, sticking your tongue out at him. He kissed you quickly, before grabbing one of the blankets used for all nighters and draping it around the two of you. You smiled at him, curling into his side to soak up his warmth. “Thanks babe.”
“Of course Doll, anything for you,” He purred. You took in your surroundings. Nanami was in the driver's seat, trying to keep the van in between the glowing highway lines. And Ryomen was next to him, trying to keep him awake and the rest of the band alive. To your right Gojo was huddled against the backseat door under his own blanket, trying to get some sleep before his turn to drive, and to your left was Suguru, staring at the moon out of the window. The Californication album from the Red Hot Chili Peppers was playing softly from the CD player.
It was a scene you had become familiar with since embarking on tour two weeks ago. It was almost comforting. You were on your way to passing out yourself, when you felt Suguru’s warm hand caress your inner thigh under the blanket. You tensed a bit, looking up at him to see if that was a mistake or something more. He smiled down at you, kissing your forehead as his hand moved up, finger brushing your clothed sex.
“Suguru, what are you doing?” You whispered softly to him, trying to ensure the front seat didn't hear over the sound of the music.
“I’m just trying to warm you up Sweetheart,” he whispered back with a wink, “That okay with you?” Your eyes shot over to Satoru. He was softly snoring against the door, blissfully unaware. The coast was mostly clear. You looked back to Suguru and nodded, spreading your legs a bit further to give him more room to work.
Suguru didn’t hesitate. He quickly had your panties pushed to the side, massaging expert circles into your clit with two fingers. You could feel the slick start to gather in between your legs, the taboo nature of the act doing more for you than you’d like to admit. You bit your lip as the tendrils of pleasure started to coil inside of you. You let out a soft whine as one of his calloused fingers slipped down to probe your entrance.
“Careful darling,” He whispered softly, his warm breath tingling against your ear, “Don’t want the front seat to know what's going on, yeah?” You nodded and bit your lip again, “subtly” bucking your hips up into his hand. He got the hint, slipping two fingers into your welcoming pussy, and pressing his palm against your clit. You took a sharp breath as he did, trying to suppress a moan. “You’re so wet for me Doll,” He grinned.
“What's wet?” Ryomen asked from the front, adjusting himself in his seat.
“One of the blankets back here, I think something spilled.” Suguru didn’t falter for a second looking for a lie.
“Well that’s fucking delightful.” Nanami groaned, using a hand to rub one of his temples. This van was technically on loan from his cousins, and was going to be hell to clean.
“Yeah, hey man! You should turn this song up.” Surugu said. Nanami turned up the radio without a second thought, the request to blast Californication not an uncommon one in this vehicle. Suguru curled his fingers up with the music, hitting your sweet spot dead on and eliciting a soft moan from your lips.
You felt your back arch against the back seat of the car, your legs starting to tremble from anticipation. His thick fingers bullied into your pussy and his palm perfectly rubbed your clit. Ecstasy pulsated through you, your body buzzing with his touch. The waves of pleasure were building quickly and you were about to topple over the edge. Another strangled moan left your lips against your will.
Your eyes met Ryomen’s in the rear-view mirror. He saw your half lidded eyes, glazed over with lust, and heavy breathing, and you knew in an instant that he knew. And the moment that realization hit you, you flew over the edge, having to turn and shove your face into Suguru to hide the embarrassing groan that left your throat as your climax hit you.
Stars exploded in front of your eyes and your body pulsated with electricity and dopamine. The tendrils of pleasure reaching every part of your body and making you feel light and tense at the same time. Suguru worked you through your high, adding to the hypersensitivity and leaving you trembling like a chihuahua as you finally, slowly came down. He took his fingers out of your quivering cunt, making a show of putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean just for you.
“I can’t get over how sweet you are Doll,” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pressing you into his side.
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Under A Lustful Moon pt. 3 (finale)
🌸Pairing: Rudra x female OCs x Shiva
🌸Warnings: mention of sex (oral, penetration, masturbation, fingering), kinks (restraints, praising, body worship), nudity, dirty talking. MINORS DNI!
🌸Notes: the reader is consenting!
IMPORTANT: The authors (@evansuvamp and @riseofamoonycake) have chosen to write a fic with their respective OCs (Scarlet and Tanit), so they are presented with the names and features created by them; but the work can be read as a normal character x reader fic.
You can see the full header pic here. I did with lots of love!
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She understood quickly what to do, so her lips ran over the caramel-like skin, licking from the base of his neck to the cleavage, just leaving small marks which faded after some time. She didn’t mean to hurt him, just to give the pleasure he might have felt neglected. Soft moans came out, a clear sign of her lips working up to him in the right manner. Scarlet stopped to see his face, smiling when he approached the bottom hands to her warm skin. This god was so caring and yet so rough when needed and sex wasn’t the difference: if he wished, he could be harsh and seek his own pleasure, but the little redhead was incredibly loving as well so he was enjoying the time with her. Rudra had a try and caressed her hips, she shivered a little but it wasn’t a bad feeling, in fact her voice made it clear that it felt good.
And so the touching session continued. The pitch on Scarlet’s voice became sweeter when she asked him to touch her neck, to kiss it and nib it to his heart content. He was quick to read her demands as well. Meanwhile, tiny fingers scratched the strong and smooth skin of his chest, the feeling made him raise his voice and he decided to offer her the next step: «I think we have enough touches, would you like to start to taste each other?»
Scarlet smiled and nodded, leaving him to change positions again. Rudra was a big man, she knew that and the size gap liked her, his fox-like eyes never closing while a hand touched the space between her legs. As it was an order, she parted them and let him explore the area. Another smile illuminated his face, adoring the obedience that allowed such a pretty girl. Nevertheless, he reassured her to enjoy the time and just relax. Half-lidded eyes met those clever ones when a pair of fingers wandered over the feminine slit, giving small circles to the bud simultaneously, earning an excited moan from the human. Her hips rolled in a slow pace, signal of her arousement increasing and enjoyment covering her angelic face. Though she was a woman who wasn’t into breast caresses, the way in which Rudra managed them, even when they were small, the squishing, tender skin gaining a red tone while the expert fingers played with the small nipples. She gasped, enjoying those little motions mixed with the heat gathering inside her.
He paused, wanting to explore her body with the tongue this time. It started as small licks, circling her clit, wetting that soft place. Just then, the pace changed once again and he became sloppier and less careful only to see her bucking that hips again, he stopped and the teasing began. The Lord of Storms could be a playful man when it came to passion topics, it was part of the foreplay and it seemed something the little woman loved too. The more teasing the more she would bite her lip and let out small cries of longing, asking him with pleading chocolate eyes to continue those strokes.
«You taste so good, sweetheart. I’ll give you the treatment of a beautiful doll.» Honeyed words melt Scarlet’s body, gasping after his tongue entered between her lips. It wasn’t long when the filthy sound echoed in the room. «L-Lord Rudra…» She whimpered, snaking her fingers until they reached the dark locks of his wild hair. No braids limiting the length of his raven hair so she pulled a little hard and he moaned.
The young woman smiled as she heard the god vocalize her sensations with such enthusiasm, and tried to pull harder; Rudra’s voice rose in tone and then stopped, becoming a long sigh, and at that point the Storm glued her eyes to those of Scarlet, who was only waiting for that feral gaze and closed her thighs around his face, trapping him between them and condemning herself in her own accord.
«So you want to be damned to pleasure…», Rudra murmured, giving her a little smile before slowly licking her folds, up and down, over and over, forcing her breath to quicken and the body to tremble; then he repeatedly kissed her opening, smacking his lips and dipping them in her juices, then sliding his tongue inside her again and starting to enjoy what she had to offer giving her the same pleasure, stroking her hips and buttocks in the process and digging his fingers into them.
Scarlet’s copious moans soon became prayers and invocations, gasps and long sighs that prompted Shiva and Tanit to temporarily interrupt the intercourse to listen to their little human being devoured by the Storm; this was only a moment, because after that they stared at each other and the goddess smiled, red in the face from the lack of air and the strong stimuli she felt, and the fingers of her free hand scratched the back of the Lord of Destruction, making him squirm and grunt in her ear. «I know you like it», she whispered in response, biting his cheek and start masturbating him again, this time with more energy and letting him feel her nails too, «and that you adore having me in your arms; but you should have asked me yourself for all of this, and instead I had to find out from Scarlet...»
Shiva smirked and, taking advantage of her inattention, grabbed her wrists with two hands, while the one engaged in penetrating her stopped and, together with the one left free, squeezed her hips. Tanit sough as he changed positions and climbed on top of her, trapping her beneath him, and she moaned loudly as she felt his weight and strength pressing her against the covers; she tried to move, not to escape him but to evaluate how much leeway she had, and realized she was mostly blocked in her movements, caged by his arms and at his mercy.
«But if I had surrendered to you without resisting my own desires, we wouldn’t be here now…», he murmured to her, grinning as he stared at the Moon now his prisoner and slipped a finger into her mouth, making her suck and taste her own fluids, before withdrawing and slowly licking it in turn, «and you wouldn’t have had any fun, would you, queen?» Before she could reply, the grip on her wrists tightened as the lower hands moved to her thighs and tickled the inner sides to make them open; at that point he adjusted himself better, slipping between them and running his fingers over Tanit’s pale belly, stroking her curves, drumming her skin as he approached her breasts and let his fingertips conquer them, massaging while imprinting on his mind the texture of them, their softness and warmth, just before replacing the hands with the mouth and starting to kiss and suck them.
She whined for the pleasure and her body trembled, causing the low laughter of the god and more kisses on the perfumed chest; that was just the beginning, because in reality his teeth couldn’t wait to sink into that skin so candid that it looked like snow and mark it, even if only temporarily, and enjoy every reaction. The Moon of Carthage wanted veneration ― as much as she was ready to give it, and he saw it in the golden gems that stared at him with determination and languid desire, capable to tease and to dissolve in tears for him ―, and the Lord of the Dance was determined to grant it without any hesitation: but he would have done so not without taking away some harmless satisfaction, letting Tanit sink amidst her own moans and screams of pleasure… «How splendid you are, Lady Tanit: you seem made of gold and silver. You are a work of art like your jewels... are you sure it wasn’t the goldsmiths of Carthage themselves who created you? So soft and warm, and all for me. You are my wonderful, sweet, Little Moon.»
The goddess blushed violently as Shiva leaned over her face and whispered these words into her own mouth, narrowing his eyes and staring at her as he licked his lips and stroked her hips; as she had done with Rudra before, almost on reflex she threw back her head and exposed her throat, and he immediately kissed that and the sides of her neck. «Let’s see what fine metal you’re made of», he whispered, then bit firmly into the hollow between it and her shoulder, making her jump and drawing a small sigh from her. Not satisfied at all with the reaction, the Destroyer sank his teeth into the same spot twice more and with increasing force, until he got the scream he wanted, then stopped to look at Tanit’s face, her mouth pursed in annoyance and eyes flashing. Not being free to react as she wanted made her nervous and Shiva could confirm it just by the movement of her fingers, ready to claw him as soon as he freed her wrists. A true lioness, proud and fearless. «Now you know what I felt because of your chains», he said, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand, «so don’t bemoan this revenge.»
The Lady of Carthage didn’t reply, limiting herself to staring at her tormentor from under her long eyelashes, then turned the head to one side and bit the lips so as not to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cursing. At this vision, Shiva felt his desire become more urgent and so strong that he had to hold back a moan, immediately stifled against the skin of the goddess. «I’ll take it as a challenge, then», was the last thing he said before biting her again, this time just above the breast, and licking the marks left on that ivory body. Bite, lick, kiss: without stopping, the Lord of the Hindu Pantheon imposed on the Moon an uninterrupted swirl of torment and pleasure, while the upper hands continued to hold her wrists prisoner and the lower ones explored her whole body, pursuing the lips and teeth of their owner; and for Tanit, this was both Hell and Heaven.
The goddess tried with all her strength to resist, not to let any sound escape, to stand up to him: but in the end the sweat that ran down her body, the powerful sensation of those sharp fangs closing on her skin and being immediately followed by a tongue determined to give as many shivers as possible, Shiva’s hot body rubbing against hers and driving her mad, and his tiger’s eyes constantly teasing her, all of this won over her; and more and more moans and gasps left her lips, the breath that stopped and accelerated continuously, the body that seemed to dance under the skillful touch of the other deity.
«Come on, sing louder. Can I hear your siren voice?», Shiva asked her for the umpteenth time and in a falsely imploring tone, taking a nipple between his teeth and nibbling it, slowly stroking the other one, «what a cruel goddess~»
«Be satisfied… with what I am giving you― Ah!» As soon as the God of Destruction sucked on her nipple, Tanit felt a tear of pleasure escape her eyes and streak down her cheek as the intense wave of sensation lapped her entire body, and she instinctively locked her thighs around him, who stroked them repeatedly. «Be satisfied only with this? Oh no, absolutely, I want everything from you», he then replied, glancing at her only before descending towards her belly, «even if I admit that you are tougher than I thought... I will have to lose this battle, if I want to win the whole war.»
The Moon sighed heavily as she felt her wrists being freed, then she snapped her hands towards Shiva, as he had envisaged, and sank them into his hair; he let her do it and in return squeezed her thighs even tighter as he kissed her belly, biting lightly and without leaving marks, allowing her to breathe, and then stopping completely to look at her. «Are you all right, my lady? Should I have worshipped you more?»
She sat up and looked at her chest, dotted with purplish marks and tooth marks, two of which oozed a drop of blood, and frowned; however, she couldn’t help but smile, and the god chuckled with her. «You are ruthless, Great Shiva», she murmured as she leaned forward and he did the same thing, kissing her repeatedly on the lips and holding her chin with one hand to keep her from escaping.
«Hmmm? Am I just paying you back with your own coin», was the innocent reply as he stroked her locks, catching them between his fingers and rubbing his cheek against them, «or do you dare say otherwise? You have tempted and provoked me many times, and tonight you have surpassed yourself… you could only expect this.» Without any warning, he lifted her thighs and pushed her to lie down again, while with his upper hands he grabbed her buttocks and squeezed them; his gaze flashed with enthusiasm, but what made Tanit tremble with arousement was seeing the tongue moisten the lips and the shadow of lust descend on the face of the deity while a perverse smile surfaced on it. Without taking his eyes off her or ceasing to grin, Shiva started biting the plush skin of her left thigh, inside and outside; the Moon dug her nails into the blankets, screamed loudly and jumped, but all four hands held her still and wide open for him, and, even if she wanted to, completely incapable of resist.
The Great Shiva was enjoying himself without any limit and did nothing to hide it: seeing Tanit’s skin covered with the signs of his passage, saliva and sweat and tiny crimson drops, tickled his most feral side with a ruthlessness that she could not even imagine, so much so that at a certain point the god believed that between them he was the one being tortured. The more he tasted of the goddess’ flesh, the more he wanted; the more he smelled her curls, her skin and folds, the more he sought and asked for it. The warmth she gave off was not violent like his, but comforting, gentle and benevolent like a torch in the darkest night, a helping hand in time of grief; and that clarity that followed her everywhere, the golden in her eyes, the pride with which she faced him… it was now clear that she had bound him to her, and without any chain or grip; and he would hold on for a little while longer before he began to praise her and pray to her and murmur songs to her, like a desperate slave.
On the other hand, Tanit burned with pleasure at every bite and caress: Rudra had taught her a strong and at the same time gentle way of loving, but Shiva was even more wild and without limits, he took her breath away and pushed her to give all of herself to be equal to him; and she loved it all, taking an enormous delight in finding herself caught on the line between letting herself go completely to him or being the one pushing him to do the impossible to win her. To give power or to take it, the one between her and the god was the game of two stubborn and at the same time benevolent entities, sadistic and caring; and even if it was she who now received the other’s amorous attacks, theirs was a wheel that turned continuously, and where no one really had to lose. Both of them felt it, they knew and saw it on each other’s bodies, that could never lie.
And to the body of the Moon Shiva gave one last bite, to then stop and rub his nose against the pubis, kissing it passionately but keeping his teeth well away from it; the hands barely touched the opening of the goddess, dripping with juices, and yet they completely gave way to the mouth, closer and closer and intent on bringing Tanit to the peak. She watched the Lord of the Dance settle better in contact with her intimacy, then crossed her legs around his neck and sighed when he caressed her thighs and massaged the pubis; and Shiva immediately began to run his tongue over her folds and prick them lightly with his teeth, slowly pushing himself inside her as he heard her moans rise in pitch, eager to destroy her gently but completely.
Those sounds mixed with Scarlet’s ones. A new symphony could be written by the delicate, high pitched moans and screams that let their lungs out. Rudra worked her slowly, enjoying how easy the human woman changed her tone and twisted on the soft silk mattress. Fortunately, his force helped her to stay still most part of the time. Scarlet rolled her hips, enjoying the overwhelming sensation that ran through her whole being. Light and small fingers pulled another time the raven locks, making him roar in delight. He won’t admit it easily but those movements made his inner self feel amazing. The hairs on his whole body stood up.
«M-My Lord…» The voice sounded like she was at limit. He stopped, licking around the soft and round clit, raising one eyebrow like asking her to continue. The prayer stopped as well, her breathy voice followed by a heart pace full of emotions thanked the sudden pause. Consequently, a shy smile appeared on her soft red lips and one hand moved to caress the side of his face. He stood to be on her level and attended to the claims: «What is it, sweet lady? Are you enjoying it or perhaps, should I be wilder?» Right upper hand cupped the soft milky face and then, he bent over her to leave small wet kisses on her flesh, waiting for an answer. Scarlet cursed for the wonderful and slow sensations, the pressure he put into her made a good anchor and excuse for her hips, which raised suddenly after some strokes inside her folds. Long and thick fingers played with the wetness, making circles inside those sensitive points.
Nails clawing his skin, the forearms had the most fresh scratches and the scars product of Scarlet’s attention to the place she was being held to. She closed her eyes when her body felt the new wave of pleasure. Rudra stopped again, and her sweet voice mewled unsatisfied, asking for more and caressing his hands. «What is it, sweet one? You liked it?» Soft but stern voice asked, stroking one of her red locks behind her ear, kissing the small nose to make her laugh instantly.
«You’re so sweet, my girl… Like the sweetest kulfi ever made. I want to make you feel amazing, please tell me if I must make you squirm again and take you beyond the pleasure.» He kissed her neck, waiting for her, he was just teasing her because those octaves made him go crazy easily. The teeth marked some flesh, leaving a light bruise. He was not as sharp as Shiva but still could mark her soft and vainilla skin. Then, the crimson lips spoke: «Make me cum, please… Lord Rudra… My dearest Lord of Storms, I want to finish with the ability of your fingers. This pleasure cannot be changed.»
Gentle smile painted his face. She was used to the rush from her most loved god, always held by strong and big hands just to make her screams all night long. She loved that for sure, but the soft and caring touch of the Storm showed her new marvels. Every single caress made her aware of her own body, it was like pure electricity and the power of his energy never was addictive. Scarlet smiled, a bit tired from the teasing games, but still wanted to feel him making her climax.
Rudra leveled his body to kiss her lips. This time the kiss was full of passion, playing both with their tongues and experiencing the taste of previous kisses with their lovers. His upper left hand intertwined with the right one of her, right upper arm holding his own weight to keep his eyes on her. He loved those cacao eyes rolling from the pleasure and from that angle, the view was even better. She was tiny, with a strong body and round hips, small breasts that he had already bitten and marked.
Both pairs of eyes locked when he took her by the thighs, making sure the distance between them was the least possible allowed. Their bones crashed a bit, rubbing flesh with flesh. She loved the feeling of his fingers again inside, moving her hips to feel them even more. Rudra kissed her, small kisses while praising the way his body reacted so well under his touch. His thumb made slow and lazy circles, loving how she seemed so desperate to be touched even more. She tried to get up when the feeling was too intense, but he denied her the chance.
«Come on, my sweet one… Make sure everyone witnesses this climax, your full pleasure for me. Those pretty eyes, don’t close them… Look at me all the time.» Aroused voice came out, urging the woman to submit to her own climax. Pitched moans elicited from her pretty mouth, praising how good his hand felt inside her walls. Three fingers stretched her out, lovely and soft screams filled the room when he touched her sweet spot with no effort.
«Oh… We’re almost there, yeah… Look at me… Yes, like that.» Teary eyes fixated on him now, as he ordered before, and suddenly she was screaming his name. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, squeezing his strong arm at the same time to make him move aside a little and enjoy her climax better. But it was no use, Rudra kept moving his fingers, wishing for a squirt, her voice trembled and small tears formed in the corner of her pretty eyes. The Storm placed a kiss on her lips, and helped her hips to stay still, open and relaxed to receive the glorious sensation of her juices soaking both of them. «R-Rudra! I-I can’t… It’s too much…» Overstimulation took her apart, he knew that so he showed some mercy, it would be better when he entered her.
A long pause came, soft and more calming breaths came, relaxing her body completely. Four arms caressed her thighs, her soft belly and all the visible skin possible. She cuddled a little around him, loving his warm body. The brown skin was always so tender yet too strong. Vanishing scars covered his forearms, muscles flexing to keep touching her all the time. He enjoyed her skin, he was attracted to that soft body, the round hips were so tempting. A shy human like her was always a temptation, she was in fact loyal and lovable, always offering her help even if the task was beyond her limits. That reminded him of his best friend somehow.
Scarlet kissed his brown sugar skin, leaving small bites just by pressing the flesh gently. She was stopped by him. The thumb helped her to raise her peachy face. «What is it, my lord? Isn’t it of your liking?» Rudra denied, passing the finger around her lips. «No, it’s nothing. I just wanted to ensure your pleasure. Was it delightful to you, little bat?» A warm smile crossed his lips, making her blush. She moved her head, telling him that in fact, she felt like floating at the moment. That reply was convenient, so he kissed her.
«Dear Lord of the Storms, how can I satisfy you as well? All this pleasure was amazing… Your touch was something I’d never felt before and I feel like I need to retribute you with the same feeling… Let me show you I can treat you so well.» Shy but bright smile appeared, expecting his words to make her best. Strong hands roamed through the milky body, engraving every curve allowed to be touched. That feeling will never erase from his mind. His onyx locks fell when he moved his body to place himself in the soft mattress, exposing his abs. Inviting her to his side just to put her over him. «Worship me as you do with your lovely god, touch me like the starving girl you are, love me with the same madness you love Shiva. Let’s experience this new kind of love together. I’ve never been so close to a human, and you’ve never been desired for too many gods, am I mistaken? Yet, you’re not that greedy and let yourself free to our will. So, this time we can surpass our limits»
Such an offer was quite appealing. And both of them were actually willing to taste it. The teasing was more electric now, his fingers drawing senseless doodles all over her soft skin, while she was exploring the taste of his skin, earning some guttural sounds from his chest. She descended along his upper body, massaging the sore muscles to relax him, Rudra bit his bottom lip at the easy way she made his tensed muscles feel better. His hips jolted when she arrived at his pelvis. She crawled more like a snake, those pupils now filled with lust and wanting to make him enjoy the pleasure she was capable of giving.
Pink tongue swirling around the hip bones, some marks were already landing and dancing with his skin. Rudra almost choked when the fast wet muscle reached one of his testicles. At this point, he was just leaving small trembling breaths to the air. His chest and heart were the only proof of that. Soft growls could be heard around the room, mixed with the other couple’s ones. Scarlet teased his tip with kitten licks, tasting the salty precum. Now, her eyes came to meet his, understanding the approval written in them.
The human continued, stroking his length. He was a bit larger than her king, a light curve at the end of its shape. Open mouth allowed the tip to enter. Rudra maintained his thighs spread so she could take him easily and she followed his voice to move. Inch by inch, she engulfed him all. The back of her throat sting a bit, but it didn’t last that much and soon the red hairs could be seen floating here and there with the head’s movements.
Now The Storm was the one wrapped in pleasure, trying his best to not move his hips too hard and injure her. Scarlet placed both hands to the sides of his thighs to stay still while blowing him. A large hand came to her nape, holding her carefully to not stop that great job. That signal alone made her wetter. He was more gentle and tried his best to not ruin her as much as he wanted. His mind went foggy with the tongue swirls, specially the ones where the teeth touched just a little the erection, right in the veins.
«My sweet bat… Just don’t stop…» That was the only phrase he could say, the others were mere groans, no sense moaning and gasps. She obeyed, feeling so hot about how vocal he became with her touches. The breathtaking moment almost makes her choke, but fast enough Scarlet used her nostrils to remain ok. Not longer after, she stopped, pumping with her fists the erection and tracing the sensitive skin to see his reactions.
A curse came. He was near and the sudden stop made him a bit frustrated. Now he understood how evil beautiful women can be. Rapid breaths came, trying to gain some peace but it was useless when her touch was too dangerous. She spoke: «It’s fine, my lord, I won’t frustrate your climax more. Please, tell me if you’re enjoying yourself even with this little play.» Rudra nodded. «Sweet heavens, Scarlet… You truly managed this to be hotter than it was supposed to be. Make me finish, I’m enduring this just to save as much of this encounter as I can and finish our journey with you over my lap.»
The back of his hand touched her cheek, rubbing it slowly while she crane her head to the side, following the god’s knuckles. Then, she took his hand and kissed it, showing her appreciation to him. He nodded again, loving those puppy eyes that could be fierce as well. Rudra fixed his own position to make sure she could take him again. And this time, any help wasn’t needed. The angle just hit perfectly for both, she directed her vision to the gestures of The Storm, getting wetter with the way he took his long hair back in order to record in his mind the actions of the human.
Saliva drained from her mouth, trying to suck as fast as she could to please her lord. But she couldn’t be more skilled with it because Rudra lost himself in the pleasure, forgetting for a moment that he needed to be nicer because he truly might break her. He rocked his hips a bit, never losing eye contact with her as she did before. That getsure was a language they invented all of sudden, loving the results of always looking at each other, even if the other didn’t express it in the first place. A silent moan formed in his throat, then gasping for air as the release came.
Right there, Scarlet stayed still waiting for his seed to fill her mouth. She retracted her head and allowed him to see that all of it was swallowed. «That’s it, good girl…» He smiled tiredly, with the afterglow running through his veins. He rested with her by his side on the bed. She kissed his cheek and caressed his body to relax him as well.
«I think it is time to finally feel each other… This desire is just increasing.» He spoke, wanting her approval to keep their pace together. She nodded, sitting on his lap. «My sweet Lord of the Storms, it’s not a secret that we’re craving for it… I want to feel you as well. Please, fill me up.» Tiny hands supporting her body, placed on his strong abs. He smiled, lined up with her, she rolled her hips, moaning a little since all the arousal gathered between her legs was just unbearable now. «Ride me, human.»
Every whisper, murmur and sigh that filled the room, the secrets that were exchanged along with the drops of sweat or saliva, the deepest fluids and the desires finally fulfilled, all this flowed like a river towards Shiva, who welcomed its warmth and loaded it up to pour it on and into Tanit. No longer in control of her body, she squirmed under his hands and danced, clawing the covers deeper and deeper and squinting her eyes, unable to hold back her voice and the loud panting with which she excited him to madness, pushing his tongue to know every secret recess of her intimacy.
And yet… and yet, it wasn’t enough: the Moon wanted more, and the God of Destruction saw it in the way she bit her lips and didn’t let go, didn’t give herself over to the sensations because she hadn’t crossed the limit yet. He didn’t lose sight of her for an instant, staring at her eyes that were increasingly moist but still capable of holding back tears, especially those that he most wanted to see, and Shiva smiled to himself as his fingers and tongue stimulated her with sadism, yet without succeed in making her lose control; for this reason, at a certain point the god stopped and made the tongue come out of her, making her sigh. «Is something worrying you, Lady of Carthage?», he murmured, leaning towards her face while all four hands caressed her hips with less gentleness than his words, squeezing and pinching them to see the soft flesh adapt to his games and push the goddess to speak. Tanit let out a muffled moan, then turned her head to the side and whispered something under her breath: words that Shiva couldn’t understand. «Hmm? Did the queen say something? Maybe she wants to feel again my tongue reduce her to knees?», the god cued her, becoming more and more sensual as he narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, tasting her fluids once again, and delicately freed himself from the grip of her legs to slide on her belly, «do you want to pray for me again?»
Tanit let Shiva take her face and turn it, looked at him then bit her lips once more and opened them wide as he ran a finger over them, slowly, enchanting her like a snake. The way the god played with her was both irresistible and irritating, but at that moment her desire was stronger than everything else, so she had no choice but to give in. «Take me», she revealed before trapping the beginning of a curse between her teeth and blushing even more than she had already done, then covering her eyes with both hands and letting out a low roar against herself and her weakness.
Shiva laughed at that reaction, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, colliding with her mouth in a short but deep kiss. «Don’t be afraid to ask for all the pleasure you want, sweet Tanit», he murmured to her while, still holding the goddess in his arms, he sat with her on his lap and kissed her neck and chest with the veneration of a supplicant, «giving yourself to me must not cause you shame⁓ no one will know that I have won you: only you and me.»
Tanit observed him with a skeptical expression and a smile curved her lips, making Shiva smile: the provocation had its effect and the lioness awakened, as it should have been ― Tanit’s true beauty was precisely that ferinity that combined with the sweetness of a mother, two aspects that the God of Destruction wanted to know more. He then expected a response in kind, but it did not come: instead, the Moon wrapped her legs around his pelvis and gave herself a decisive push forward, making their bodies adhere more tightly, and clung to his back sinking into his skin with the nails. He gasped in surprise, then chuckled and sank the face into her hair, kissing every curl. «So it’s true, the Moon drives men crazy», the god whispered in her ear, biting the lobe and squeezing her belly for the umpteenth time.
Tanit felt a shiver run down her back and sighed, then she moved her face on purpose to look for his mouth, and when she found it, she closed it with a kiss and bit his lips lightly but repeatedly: small bites that hid all the desire to devour him piece by piece. He allowed her to take what she wanted, then he settled himself better and, without breaking the contact between their tongues, entered her calmly but firmly, loudly moaning and growling in pleasure as soon as he felt those warm walls welcome his intimacy and gather around it to trap him in Heaven. The goddess also expressed what she felt by separating herself from Shiva’s mouth and abandoning her head on his shoulder, panting in his ear and whining as he began to move inside her, following his every movement by rotating her hips and favoring his increasingly decisive and profound thrusts.
Keeping his lower hands tightly wrapped around her waist, Shiva used his upper hands to take her face and lift it: he wanted to stare at that changing beauty in every aspect because every reaction, every flicker of light, movement, gasp and sigh belonged to him, it was him who dictated it and therefore wanted it only for himself, and so it would be. No one else, other than the two of them, had to hear and watch the Moon immerse herself in the sea of enjoyment and forget her own beliefs and rules, reality and world, and even herself, to obey lust; no one, if not him, could take her to the bottom and keep her anchored here, preventing her from rising, breathing and detaching herself even just for an instant from the crazy dance of sensations to which he wanted to condemn her, doing the same to himself. «I want you to burn with me, Great Tanit», he whispered with his deep voice cracking with excitement, quickly tracing her neck with light kisses and then returning to stare at her, «do you mind if I reduce you to sparkling, beautiful ashes?»
The goddess did not reply: the accelerated breathing, the tremors that shook her body, the heat of her skin and the pearls of sweat that covered it already spoke for her, and finally, to Shiva’s satisfaction, a golden tear appeared from the corner of her right eye and slowly furrowed her cheek, sealing her fate. The God of Destruction stared at her for an instant as if dreamily, then pounced on her skin to chase and lick it, savoring the metallic taste of that drop of pure gold and giving a strong thrust inside the goddess, at the same time holding her with all four arms. By the end of that night, he suddenly realized, he would be completely crazy for her. «You… you are incredible, Little Moon. You are…»
«Great Shiva», she interrupted him in a broken voice, stopping suddenly and staring at him between the sighs, «wait… wait.»
The god looked both worried and confused as she pushed him slightly away from her chest, then exited her body and loosened the grip on her flesh, ready to let her go. «You do not want anymore? We can stop if you don’t mind―»
She pressed a finger to his lips and tapped them to silence him, then blinked a few times and turned with her back to him, glaring at him over her shoulder with a smirk, tempting and calling him. The way her eyes looked at him made Shiva tremble and he approached her from behind, grabbed and squeezed her buttocks with his lower hands, then wrapped his upper right arm around her waist, his free hand lifting her chin and their gazes glued. The deity grinned as she rested her back against his chest and her head against his collarbone, still looking up at him in a teasing flutter of lashes, and kissed her forehead. «Look at her… now is it the prey that decides the conditions of the hunt? And okay, if this is how you want to be destroyed, who am I to deny it to you?»
Tanit replied with a smile, then let out a moan and arched her back slightly, trembling all over as soon as he grabbed her hips, digging his nails into them, dragged her closer to him and the next instant entered her intimacy again. Shiva’s whole body closed around her: his lower arms wrapped even more around her waist and held her close to him, while his upper hands cupped her breasts and began to massage and tease them; the god’s broad chest welcomed the goddess’s back, while his chin rubbed against her head in a caress. «Now let’s see if we can satisfy the queen…», he murmured in her ear, just before starting to move; a comment that, they both knew, was a pure remarking of what would be the reality.
As her first response, she wrapped her arms around his neck, then smacked her lips in satisfaction and nodded. «It seems to me that my king is understanding more and more what I like⁓», she flirted, and then felt the first waves of pleasure invade her and let out another long moan. With the new position, her sensations seemed to have amplified greatly, so much so that Shiva saw her eyes widen and her breathing become faster, a deep blush on her cheeks and her lips trembling. «Yes, it seems you really like it a lot», he teased her, smiling and then biting his lip for the stab of pleasure he had just felt sensing her heat suddenly increase, all amplified by those golden eyes that stared at him from below and begged for him, begged for more, wanted his love again and again and couldn’t hide the desire. Now, the tears began to flow copiously, silver and gold streams that made her skin sparkle and dripped onto her chest, onto his fingers, like the sweetest caresses; and no, even if she had wanted it, Tanit could no longer hide how much he was making her enjoy and driving her to madness. «Please… keep going», she murmured, unable to stay still in his arms, whining and moaning louder and louder; and he obeyed, stroking the waist that vibrated under his arms, pinching and tugging her nipples, accepting all the excitement he was stirring up inside her and exchanging it for his own.
The God of Dance nearly screamed as Tanit’s nails scratched and cut into the back of his neck, and reflexively began to thrust into her with greater energy; and at that point it was her turn to howl and vocalize the pleasure she felt, rubbing her back against his chest and caressing it with her hair. Her flesh tensed under his fingers, the tremors became closer and stronger and the goddess’s voice rose further in pitch: the Lady of Carthage was close to her climax.
Shiva followed her, more and more lost in the bliss that the sensations of Tanit’s body against his gave him, of the extreme heat that enveloped them both, of the softness and yielding of that flesh, of their gaze capable of melting everything, whether it was talc, marble or diamond. «Be careful… be careful or we will really be on fire», he whispered, at the limit, squinting in the irresistible pleasure and breathing heavily in her hair.
«But that’s what we want, my beloved Shiva», Tanit murmured, releasing her grip around his neck to caress his cheek, «you and I are already burning each other.» The goddess closed her eyes as he took her chin and raised her face, then bent down and kissed her passionately; and she came at that exact moment, moaning in his mouth, bursting into a sigh and then remaining in his arms as if she had no strength left in her body, not even a shred of energy.
He cradled her gently, kissing her curls, then stopped as soon as she pulled away and turned, fixing her gaze on his still erect member ― although very close to the release, the god had not yet cum and his expression of painful need spoke for itself; for this reason, when the Moon approached again, this time head-on, Shiva opened his arms and prepared to welcome her back into his lap for another round… and in the same way he was surprised when he saw her grab his legs and, applying pressure under his knee, pushed him to open them, and then slipped in between. «What… what do you want to do?», he asked her, swallowing and supporting himself on the elbows, frowning without understanding and feeling a slight shiver at the back of his neck. That’s not how it usually works... what does she have in mind?
Tanit smiled at him, then narrowed her eyes and what was on her face turned into a light grin. «Relax, king, you’ll like it!», she exclaimed, moving closer again and reaching out to take hold of his member, and then starting to massage the tip. Before he could reply, the other hand reached towards his testicles and her fingers danced around them, squeezing them slowly: this contact, together with the position that Tanit had made him assume ― now he really knew what it meant to open his legs on someone, having one’s movements limited and being in control of the other person ― made him lose the last bit of control he had maintained and brought him dangerously close to shouting like a mad man, making the goddess grin even more. «I always knew you, in the deep, like to be the princess…», she teased him, and then laughed as soon as the god hissed and growled, going down the entire length of the penis and gradually increasing the rhythm of masturbation.
Shiva blew like a bull and was about to burst out, however his gaze fell on the goddess’s lips, fixed in a grimace of satisfaction, and the vision of her tongue wetting them with studied slowness made him lose all the words he had in mind. Tanit had been skillfully woven this secret dream for some time, and he had confirmation of this when she removed the hand from his testicles to caress his thigh and immediately after squeezed it, digging her nails into it, forcing him to stare at her. «Eyes on me, my king», she murmured to him, leaning her face closer to him and licking his lips. The god nibbled on her tongue, moaning loudly as he felt the tormentor’s fingers become even more frantic around his member, and closed his eyes. «Can we call it... revenge? A type of?»
Tanit smiled, then looked at him sweetly and caressed his thigh, pubis and hip again in a sinuous movement, like the uncoiling of a snake. «A revenge… or a hunt?»
Shiva gasped and stifled a curse when she began to tease his navel with her nails, stimulating and lightly scratching the entire area around it, and he clenched his eyes and teeth as he felt his resistance fade and the shivers become more violent and rapid. «Fuck-»
With a knowing smile, the Moon cupped her hands around his tip and, after a final stimulation of her thumbs, welcomed his seed and the long sigh with which the God of Destruction released himself. She let him lie down completely, then kissed both his thighs and all his arms, pulled away from him and took a blanket to clean both of them from the traces their lust had left, caressing his body gently.
Shiva watched her take care of him without saying anything, then, as soon as he saw her crawling towards him, he took her hands and guided her into his arms, closing her in a hug. «You… you really are a bad girl», he whispered to her as he caressed her neck and back, her head just nestled under his chin and her curls completely covering his chest, «more a succubus than a goddess⁓»
As the couple of gods finished, the other one was also coming to their climax. Rudra’s hips slammed into Scarlet’s with lots of steamy movements. She trembled under his touch, carving scars in The Storm’s skin while she tried her best to compass his trusting. A moan escaped from her lungs just as Rudra growled when the pleasure was starting to be unbearable. His upper hands held the human tightly so she wasn’t able to escape. His movements indeed put the woman into a fierce dance.
Every wave of pleasure could be felt as a silent energy around her skin. Scarlet caressed the male neck, lips parted and little moans and cries claiming his name. Rudra was also a hot mess, his skin burning from the session they were sharing, fingerprints all over the white skin turned into a bright red color, leaving a pattern around the feminine body made by him. His teeth traveled to kiss the small breasts. Most of the time, the human felt like a bad vessel, as if her skin and figure wasn’t enough for the god she devoted herself but she was proved wrong every time, Rudra took care of every centimeter and praised her body with soft and tender kisses, leaving small marks sometimes.
«I’m sorry for not having a desirable body, my Lord… I could never be as beautiful as my Lady of Carthage… Ah~... But allow yourself to touch me as much as you do with her.» Scarlet touched his face, smiling when he reached one of her spots, a little mewl came from her lips.
«Stop saying nonsense, Little Bat, you are as beautiful as night. Don’t let the imagination of humans blind you. You make us three happy with your presence and… Hah~... The pleasure you give is also marvelous…» A harsh stroke came from his hips, returning then to her tender skin to slowly bite the nipples, sucking on them.
Female hips rocked as fast as they could, now feeling the god’s tip kissing the cervix every time he moved. Scarlet cried in pleasure, it was a new sensation granted by the Lord of Storms, and she was enjoying that adorable yet possessive way he had towards her. «Are you close, sweet human?» Rudra’s lips caressed the left earlobe, a place he came to find was a perfect spot to make her twitch deliciously over him. He could tell because of those grips her inner muscles gave him every time the hot breath made contact with her skin; a single fang traced a small line and she all overstimulated just rolled her hips and squeezed the length inside her pussy.
«My Lord… Don’t stop, please...» She begged, embracing his neck. With that angle, Rudra took the chance to grab her by the thighs and drive both of them to the most violent climax they had ever experienced. Their skins crashed again and again, echoing through the palace room and both voices also announced the orgasm. The left bottom hand of the god found her clit easily, making her squirm with the soft strokes he gave, just when he was about to finish, decreasing the fast sway of hips, stopping to reassure the woman. Scarlet complained because of the lack of touch in her insides.
«Rudra…» she spoke, making him feel strange about the name. It was the first time she called him in such a way and tone. Scarlet approached her hands to cover her lips for the realization but he grabbed her hands to stop her, asking for a second call like that. «Say it, louder.» She was sensitive after that shock of orgasm they had but still, Rudra could manage to take both of them in a new wave of pleasure, caressing with small circles the pearl between her legs. Scarlet screamed once again, feeling her tummy clench and making a little rhythm to follow her partner. He hissed, enjoying the squelching sounds of both bodies, helping the woman to reach a new orgasm and his own as well. This time, they hold onto each other, feeling the electric wave run through their bodies.
Deep breaths could be heard from the human who was leveling herself as fast as she could. Once her body was able to move, she raised her face and moved her torso to face the god, caressing his cheekbones to leave a chaste kiss on his lips, feeling the last decrease in his movements and the way his seed ran inside her.
In fact, they could surpass their limits as promised. Rudra caressed her bruised body slowly, allowing her to ease, then he traced the shapes of her bones carefully, feeling her body shuddering under the touch. Those coffee eyes looked at him with adoration, as if he was her lovely and precious Shiva. A little smile curved his lips, loving the fact that she was completely dedicated to them. She curled a bit, her muscles trembling like jelly from the past stretching, still enduring the feeling while raising her body. «I think we made a mess… Allow me to clean us both.» Just when she tried to move from his lap, the lower arms held her and kept her in place: «No need to do it yourself. I’ll help you, take a breath. You did it so well.» Rudra said and left her in the soft mattress, then he extended his right hand to grab one of the handkerchiefs from the little table next to them.
The fine texture made the female shudder, but the god was careful not to hurt nor overstimulate her. Once both of them were clean, Rudra took Scarlet into his arms and kissed her forehead while the afterglow eased. Soon they realized their partners were already waiting for them.
Shiva smiled while taking care of Tanit on his lap, then continued looking at them. «So, how was it? Did you enjoy the feeling?» The Destroyer asked, kinda curious about their points of view. He was quite satisfied for the night with his progress on the Moon Goddess, glad with the images of her still in his mind. But seeing his little human resting and bright as the golden hour, he just wanted to make sure everything was fine.
«I can tell I am glad with the experience. I know you really appreciate her so I just gave her all she asked. In return, she was such a good girl, right?» The Lord of the Storms asked, kissing Scarlet’ cheek, and she giggled a little, nodding for the other couple. «You all are so benevolent with me, I just want to reward you and please as much as I can.» Scarlet caressed the hand that was holding her waist and smiled for the group of gods.
«My Little Bat is just as kind as always.» Shiva agreed, then directed his eyes to the goddess in his arms. «Also our Little Moon is just as great as always. I feel honored for being allowed to enjoy her this way, I hope she wants to repeat it soon.» He smirked, seeing how the feline eyes made the slightest move after that comment.
Tanit smiled at Rudra, her eyes glimmering with satisfaction and tender love while she stared at her partner and Scarlet, and then grinned at Shiva. «We’ll see, Destroyer~», she chanted, blowing a soft kiss on his shoulder and then biting his flesh, teasing him.
«What? Don’t lie, you loved every second of it! You are my prey, and I won’t let you escape, no matter what!» Shiva was defeated, but still argued that he will chase after her, that she will be hunted down until the end of the times, and lifted Tanit’s face to close her mouth in a kiss, growling when she bit his lips and sank the nails into his chest.
Rudra laughed, amused, then shook his head because he was used to that behavior of them; after all, they were like savage cats and he couldn’t stop them, and, to be fair, he really loved their interactions.
Scarlet settled herself a bit, recovered from the orgasms she had, thinking this was a good idea in the end. The female was standing up when Tanit detached from Shiva and made her lay down again, and Rudra embraced her another time. «Is everything ok, my Lady?» Scarlet asked, worried and a bit hesitant, not knowing if she was upset because of the sudden closeness.
«My Little Bat, relax! I think you deserve a reward for your efforts, you are a sweet one who always looks after us and dedicates herself to our beings so… so, I wish you more indulgence.» Tanit smiled maternally, then approached her and knelt by her side, placing a red lock behind the human’s ear and then caressing her cheek. The Moon stared at her one second, and suddenly her lips crashed against Scarlet’s ones and the woman moaned in the act, not registering the act completely. But she returned the kiss soon after.
None of the gods knew what was happening, but still the scene was a perfect view for them. Shiva couldn’t restrain his jealousy: the goddess was taking her human! «Hey! Why are you robbing my Little Bat?» A fake anger painted his voice but he got no response, so he clenched his teeth, standing up and joining them after holding both of their necks to support the ladies in their kiss.
Scarlet jolted with the sudden attention and the burning pressure coming from the gods. Her blushing face was already red, matching the tone of her hair. In the end, the girl parted from the kiss to take a breath: she was a mess, trying her best to understand the deities’ indulgence towards her. Her eyes travel from her Lord to her Lady, trying to explain to herself what was the importance of such a human like her.
A pair of hands caressed her exposed back, focusing on releasing the tension of her muscles. «Don’t need to worry, Scarlet. Just let us do the work~.» Shiva claimed as his hands continued to touch her, in a protective yet lustful way. Rudra looked at his Moon, asking for an answer as well, and the Lady of Carthage didn’t get into much detail and just ran to kiss her lover «I just think we three can enjoy our Little Bat and simply make her feel even more loved.»
Rudra nodded, understanding the intentions of his goddess, then he took Scarlet’s hand and kissed it, but his eyes were glued on Tanit. «Tell me… it was your plan from the start, wasn’t it?»
«My, my… you know me soooo well⁓», whispered Tanit with a wink, caressing his face, and the Lord of Storms smirked and embraced Scarlet more, letting her best friend approach his lover as well and start the fun. «Stay still, just let me touch you. Free your mind of every single worry inside your head.» Shiva’s voice was as sweet as candy and hot as liquid caramel, helping Scarlet to relax.
She nodded and leaned on his huge body. The expert pairs of arms made their way down her body, finding soon her navel and massaging the sore skin; Scarlet squirmed and moaned softly with the touch of the god, and closed her eyes, enjoying the way of his digits playing with her thighs. He knew her crotch was a weak spot, every time he touched her legs she would moan softly or just move her body, he could notice every goosebumps running down the female spine.
A silent smile crossed his lips: he was her lord after all, so he better should understand her body and mind. Now his lips found her neck, the prints of the previous round with Rudra so it was also sensitive. Still, Shiva kissed and licked there, loving how she trembled in anticipation as his breath fanned over the flesh. «Relax, my Bat… just relax.» This time the voice spoke in her left ear, making her body twist, still with her eyes closed.
Scarlet hissed, The Destroyer was controlling every single movement of her now and took his right upper hand to cover her eyes so she could lose herself into the pleasure. This time, she stayed still for him, understanding his body language to give him full control over the rhythm and actions, submitting to the strong squeezes and soft caresses on her skin. Breath clenched in her throat when the bites returned to her neck, and his left upper fingertips found Venus. Some inches after, her still wet lips awaited for him and he decided it was fair to play with them, taking the juices to massage the clit easier. His bottom arms kept Scarlet in place, knowing she would move, and they were like a cage that helped him to take his lovely human beyond limit. «That’s it, easy… see? You’re doing it so well.» Shiva praised her, noticing how relaxed her body was now and making the process of pleasure much better. It didn’t take long for the pretty female voice to make its way out of her lungs, earning more praises from the Lord of Destruction. His fingers entered in her, stroking slowly those wet walls while his thumb circled around the fleshy button.
«Well, it’s my turn.» Tanit smiled gladly, asking the god to take his hand out of the way, her eyes filled with hunger and a strong desire for domination.
Shiva glared at her and rejected her request, still touching her Bat. «No, I want her to cum. I know how to take care of her~»
«Dear Destroyer, you’re not getting the point. We’re doing this together, so don’t be selfish and let me touch her too.»
«But― hey! Don’t you dare, or I will chop your fingers off!»
«Try it, and I will chop something other off⁓»
«TANIT!»
Scarlet couldn’t help but laugh loudly, seeing them bickering and screaming as fiery as two tigers, and turned her gaze on Rudra, who was giggling as well and took the opportunity to caress the girl on her hips and belly, staring at her with kindness. «Well… it seems I will be the one to win, after all…», he commented, and she smiled warmly, deeply moved by all the love she saw around her.
Upon them all, the moon was shining brighter and brighter, blessing the night and who was capable of living it.
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@cavsthighs @mundanememory great minds think alike! i'll do personal jesus in a second post because this got long
so it's lonely out in space is a development/expansion of the other side -- for cycleprompttuesday 'technology', it's matej/tadej in an alternate present wherein spaceflight development has accelerated to the point where there are established outposts on the Moon, research stations on Mars and space stations orbiting different planets.
matej and tadej are both cosmonauts, in an at-time tenuous but established relationship. tadej has been selected for a particularly ambitious solo mission, and matej is the voice of ground control, an important job know as CAPCOM.
two of you ask so there's two snippets: one from near the very beginning, tadej suiting up pre-launch
Technicians swarm Tadej like ants around an apple core, tightening his glove and boot cuffs. They fit the black-and-white communications cap through which launch control will talk him through before handing over to Matej and the rest of ground control, securing the little click-strap under his chin. A pair of microphones sit on wire-framed arms just below his lower lip, and they move slightly as he blows a kiss toward the observation window.
Tadej’s brother snorts in laughter and his mother returns the kiss, and Matej knows it was directed toward all three of them.
and one from much later on, when tadej's craft has docked with a small station that jasper (a fellow astronaut, also from a pilot background) works on. they trained together for tadej's first moon mission (youngest orbital pilot since the 70s)
“Hey, hey! Jasper, that's mine!”
“A digital recorder? Retro! Not on the mission specs, is it?”
Tadej shakes his head, and makes a move for the recorder. Jasper taps it away easily, just out of reach. It spins around, tumbling end over end toward a taped-down list of experiment setups. He lunges for it again, but Jasper elbows him backward, sending him careening and grasping for one of the wall-handles.
“Oh, I see! You snuck it. Nice, nice. Hello, this is Jasper Philipsen, pilot of the Hyperion Four speaking into mystery recording device smuggled by mission specialist Tadej Pogačar on the Odesij, the loneliest little spacecraft in all–”
Jasper kicks expertly away from another failed attack. Laughing, Tadej goes in for the kill – a drinking pouch from breakfast still floats loosely next to his cupboard-bed, and he grabs it, squirting a healthy glob into Jasper’s hair. It sprays out in perfect spherical droplets as he shakes his head, gasping at the cold.
the setting alternates from matej on earth to tadej in space, and the italic text is audio from a little digital recorder tadej's making special recordings for matej on :)
they've made the choice to keep their relationship under wraps so as not to jeopardise either of their careers/opportunities for missions, but part of the story on Earth is matej trying to handle various people's suspicions while tadej is literally tens of thousands of kilometres away.
there's just so much of this i enjoy writing; some favourite scenes right now are tadej doing a video call presentation to kids from his hometown, answering their questions about space :'), matej meeting mathieu who is current CAPCOM at ESA, and a press conference inspired by matej's incredible post-stage interview at last years TdF <3
and a random bit about backgrounds: dr matej mohorič is a physicist/aeronautical engineer turned cosmonaut when an experimental radiation-shielding material he was involved in the development of needed an expert to handle it in space, and tadej was an aerobatics pilot as a teenager before training first as an Earth-Moon shuttle pilot (he always wanted to go into space for as long as he can remember, used to go stargazing with his brother and watch for the different stations orbiting overhead <3) all that is to say they have quite different perspectives on many things space-related despite their exceedingly high levels of expertise and training -- matej was the backup for this mission should something have happened to tadej in training
and as for the Space Action i don't want to spoil it too much (but i do); but i will say that i have been reading Andy Weir's books and rewatched Apollo 13 for inspiration, and there's a hell of a lot that can go wrong on a spaceship!
#conflict in writing can sometimes be indomitable human spirit vs the unfeeling vacuum of space#or human spirit vs technology#love vs distance#acting with your heart vs acting with your head#fic#i could talk about this one for dayyys
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