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soulmate au with suguru where he lets you and satoru play around a little bit.
lets you spar and wrestle in the dirt—little hellion that you are—until it gets heated, satoru's thigh slipping between yours. who pretends he doesn't see the way satoru's comet-tail eyes flicker to him.
(something stirs in suguru's chest, sometimes. wide-mouthed, a maw made to swallow down the sun. the flash of those ocean-blue eyes sates it. satoru doesn't ask for things. he takes.
but you—he asks for you.)
he watches over the rim of his teacup as satoru leans down to you. the kiss is so faint, so quick, a shooting star of a thing. satoru grinds his thigh up against the apex of your legs and your back curves off of the ground, arches like a cathedral nave.
this time, it's your eyes that flicker to him.
it's precious, suguru thinks. how you both look to him. lost little pups. he'd collar you, he thinks, but there's no need. his name is carved into your skin by fate's steady hand.
you're his, and his alone.
no matter how much satoru asks.
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Phish
-Phish, @eelec-knife-fish-kwami
*Confused buzzing sounds*
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BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!!!
For those who do and don't know the account/blog of Vesperia has been passed down to someone else... ME! The lovely original creator posted a day or 2 ago about how she will pass down the torch (URL) to whoever asked her to have/run the blog first. I saw and of course, immediately saddened BUT then realized that no one had offered yet so I STEP UP! Unfortunately, the URL is not the same because as I was creating, it still belonged to her. Honestly, I probably did it wrong lol. As I was creating it I needed help from my co-host Jazzy to edit the blog so it would look the same lol. Anyway, you can still follow her and ask her questions on her other account! She still likes the show but lost interest in posting a bit on here. So on here, I'm just a normal girl with a talk show. And the runner of the show's official blog @weshouldtalkaboutit . But on Vesperia-the-real-bee-holder (that is the new URL) I have a secret... I AM PARIS'S NEW QUEEN BEE! Feel free to answer any questions about my other accounts on any of them, other than that forgot they exist lol
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The new one piece opening theme scratches my brain JUST right
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"what's a five letter word for cutting?"
across the breakfast table, nanami hums, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup. there's still steam spiraling up from it; it fogs over his wire-rimmed glasses, a marine layer. "i thought you said you didn't need my help."
"kento," you whine. "i just can't remember the english word for it."
"you were very adamant about it."
you huff. you nudge at him with a foot, pressing against the thick muscle of his thigh. "please?"
he catches you by the ankle; your yelp is tinged with laughter. he rubs his thumb in a little circle over your ankle bone, his calluses rough against the delicate skin.
"do i get a reward?"
"maybe."
he eyes you for a moment. the sunlight is slanting golden through the windows; it burnishes his deep brown eyes to topaz. you tilt your head, fluttering your lashes at him. the smile blooms on his lips, a crescent moon curve.
"it's snide," he says.
you pencil it in. "you're right," you say, a few of the other words coming together immediately. "thank you, darling."
he hums. wraps his big hand around your ankle, the heat of him sinking into your skin.
"you're welcome," he says. you laugh as he tugs enough to drag your chair a little closer. "now, about that reward."
you laugh again, but when he leans forward, you meet him with a kiss. "is that to your liking?" you ask.
"it's suitable."
"just suitable?"
he lets go of your foot when you pull back; you sweep over to his seat and settle down on his lap. his hands bracket your hips immediately. they're warm even through the thick material of your pajamas.
"it was one kiss," he says.
"it was one word."
"with five letters."
"oh," you say, leaning in close, until you can see the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose, like little specks of cinnamon. "i suppose i owe you four more, then."
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"you're not wearing the necklace i got you."
you glance up from your book. satoru stares down at you, his comet-tail eyes aglow in the sunlight. there's a pout on his pretty pink lips.
"your grace, it doesn't go with this gown," you say.
he cocks his head. "diamonds go with everything."
"no, it's not that—it gets hidden in the gown. the pendant hangs too low."
satoru hums; his eyes are gleaming. he hooks his finger into the neckline of your gown, tugging it down just enough to reveal more of the swell of your breasts. you take in a sharp breath, cheeks heating.
"well," he says, a grin unfurling on his lips. "we'll just have to lower this, won't we?"
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suguru's so nonchalant about satoru touching you and vice versa that it takes you a while to notice that he gets between you and anyone else.
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gn!reader, minors and ageless blogs dni.
sparring with jing yuan and ending up—as always—pinned beneath his broad body, sweat glimmering on his skin as he peers down at you with that annoying smile of his.
"yield," he says.
you try to wrench yourself free. he holds you in place easily, his smile widening. he leans down to you. his eyes shine, as golden as the ginkgo leaves swirling around the courtyard, and his breath is almost puffing against your lips as he says again:
"yield."
you scowl up at him. "no."
he hums, shifting both your wrists into one big hand. like this, he curves over you like sky, filling your world with nothing but him. you squirm.
"knowing when you've lost is part of battle," he tells you.
"i haven't lost yet."
you slip a leg out from under him, but before you can wrap it around his hip, he has you by the thigh, pinning it in place. his fingers press divots into the softness of your thigh. your breath catches.
he holds you there for a minute, spread out beneath him, pinned like a butterfly. you try to not make a desperate sound as he forces your thigh back against the ground.
he leans back down to you. his eyes are twinkling.
"yield."
the thing about jing yuan, you've learned, is that he likes to make you say it. you lose to him constantly, but he'll keep you pinned until you admit defeat. it always takes longer than it should.
you strain against his hold, but it does nothing. his lips curve. the smile that blooms is small. there's something smug tucked up in the corner of it.
it sends fire spinning through you. you arch up like a bowstring, and as he shifts to press you down with more of his weight, you kiss him.
it's brief, but his grip on you loosens. you surge up into the freedom of it, using the momentum to flip the two of you over. he gazes up at you, his long hair like a halo of starlight around his head.
"yield," you tell him, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks.
"an interesting tactic," he says. "i'll have to try it out for myself."
"what—"
he kisses you, firm and fierce, with a hint of sweetness that makes you think of winter fading into spring. you let go of him; one of his hands settles heavy at the nape of your neck, coaxing you closer.
you find yourself on your back again, dizzy with the taste of him. he smiles down at you. his hair is a veil, blocking out the rest of the world in seafoam white.
you squirm under him, the full weight of what you've done hitting you. your cheeks are hot; you have to look away from him.
he doesn't let you. he catches your chin between his fingers and makes you face him.
"an interesting tactic," he says again. "one that is best used with just me, i think."
"jing yuan!"
he chuckles. "shy, suddenly?"
you scowl. "i'm not shy. now let me up."
"no."
you gape at him.
"you'll run," he says, and he's not wrong. "i am not against a chase, but i haven't had my afternoon nap yet."
he leans down, his breath puffing against your lips. you suck in a soft breath. he smiles.
"yield to me, dear," he says. "i'll make it worth your while."
you pause. he waits.
"i yield."
he smiles.
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nanami who kisses the palms of both your hands before wrapping your fingers around the headboard and telling you not to let go
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who fucks you on a pile of soft, luxurious blankets in front of a roaring fire on a cold winter's night?
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getou suguru king of staying fully dressed while you're completely naked
#bee chats#wants to see all of you; everything that's his#loves to tease you about the wet spots you leave on his robes#just feather light touches as you get more and more needy
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getou isn't the one to initiate it the first time you kiss. oh, he gets close, breathes against your lips, but he doesn't kiss you. he hovers there. waits. lets the tension twist and grow until it's pulled tight, a spider's web. and when it snaps—you're the one kissing him, giving in to the promise of him, pushing close until you meet his lips.
he kisses you back, one big hand coming up to cup the back of your neck and pull you closer. then he's chuckling against your lips. when he pulls back, his eyes are gleaming.
"greedy little thing," he purrs.
your cheeks heat, but before you can dart away, he grabs hold of your chin to keep you in place.
"ah-ah," he says, dipping in to kiss you once more. "my turn."
#bee chats#he wants you to make the first move#wants to see what pushes you to the edge#what makes you break#what makes you give in
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listen. listen. not to be insane but bridgerton au with stsg...they would be awful.
#bee chats#like...#i can't articulate it but they would be AWFUL#they would compromise you the second it seemed like someone else was going to propose
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the spring air is chilled.
you shiver in it, even as petals from the apple tree flutter down around you, as pink as can be. they catch in your hair, nature's finest crown.
"is my party so boring that you must escape it?"
you close your eyes for a moment before turning. "your grace," you say, making your courtesies with elegant ease. when you raise your gaze, you meet duke satoru gojo's comet-tail eyes. they burn through the night.
"well?" he says.
you blink.
"my party," he says, voice bordering on a whine. "it bores you?"
"i just needed some air, your grace."
"in the chill?" he asks, stepping closer. his eyes almost glow, and you think of will o' the wisps bobbing through the forest, beckoning, beckoning. he reaches out with one big hand; your breath catches in your throat. he plucks a petal from your hair. lets it drift through the air to land at your feet.
you watch it fall. then there are long fingers beneath your chin, raising your gaze until you meet his. you swallow.
he steps closer still. you can feel the heat radiating from him, like the hearthstones long after the fire has gone out.
"your grace—"
"satoru."
"it's not proper—"
he snorts, tossing his head back. his hair is like starlight; it catches in the wind and dances like a shooting star.
"proper," he says, "is boring."
his fingers trace along your jaw, down the curve of your neck. he cups the back of your neck. pulls you close, until you can feel his breath against your lips.
"you must think so too," he muses. "to be out here without a chaperone."
the world snaps into sharp, clear focus. ice pours down your spine, a waterfall of winter. you start to stumble back, but he doesn't let you go.
"don't go," he says, a grin spreading across his lips. "not when i finally have you within my grasp. courting is so slow."
"your grace!"
he kisses his title off of your lips. you freeze, a prey animal caught between a predator's jaws, and your hand fists in his fine jacket. he feels like fire against you, coaxing your mouth open with a slip of his tongue.
you whine into his mouth. his lips curve up against yours.
"your grace!"
your ears start to ring. satoru presses one final kiss to your lips before he pulls back. you stare past him, into the darkness of the orchard. the apple tree flowers wave in the breeze, a rippling sunset of color, the pink visible even in the dark.
there are murmurs from those who have assembled at the doorway. you turn your head slowly, as if your neck is made of wood. you know your fate is sealed.
the first thing you see is viscount suguru getou.
he's smiling.
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"why did you say yes to my clan's offer?"
gojo tilts his head, peering over the edges of his sunglasses, a lightning strike of blue. you're still not used to it, the intensity of his gaze. it makes you think of crystalline lakes that fade into deeper, darker waters.
"did you want me to leave you to the sharks?" he asks.
you scowl. "i'm not talking about dinner."
"so you admit your family are sharks."
"everyone knows that," you say. "hold this."
he eyes the bunch of leggy irises you're handing him, the blooms the deep purple of a fading sunset. he takes them with a grin. "flowers? for me? you shouldn't have."
"you're so annoying."
"you love me."
"ugh."
you tease out an iris from his grip and slip it into the arrangement you're making, weaving the stem carefully into place. "don't think you're avoiding the question," you say. "why did you agree to marry me?"
"filial piety," he says.
you raise a brow. "liar."
he starts to hand over the rest of the irises when you gesture for them. when you reach out, he catches your hand and tugs you into the circle of his arms. the irises tumble to the floor.
he lowers his head; it brings him close, until you're breathing in his air. this close, his eyes are all ocean, a riptide gaze. his arms tighten around you.
"maybe i just like you."
you suck in a sharp breath.
"you could have asked me out like a normal person."
he grins.
"where's the fun in that?"
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inexperienced diluc & experienced reader...teaching him everything you like, guiding him through it, watching him find his confidence until his hands are sure on your body, until each kiss is sweet and strong
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