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devilmademewriteit · 1 year

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Javier Peña & Joel Miller Headcanons

a smutty edition<3

warnings: rough sex/smut (fem penetration, oral (both receiving), fingering) so 18+ only content; fem!afab!reader; dbf!Joel Miller; step!dad Joel Miller (so step-cest [I’m sorry]); implied age gap; choking; spanking; smoking (and probably more—this is just pure filth, read at your own risk).

TYSM for 500 followers!! In honour of that, enjoy some slightly depraved Joel Miller & Javier Peña headcanons based on requests yall have sent me<33333

PS: DBJAG part 3 coming to YOUR dash, real soon! Read part 1 here & part 2 here!

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Javi laying his steady hands against the soft, inner skin of your thighs, spreading your shaking legs wide open for him and letting out a sinful groan. He’d never seen anything so perfect as the sight of your aching cunt dribbling down onto your cluttered desk. His practiced tongue draws long, breathy exhalations from your lips. Keep quiet while I taste you, querida. Skirt bunching around your waist, underwear shoved in his back pocket, your knuckles turn white on the hardwood edge of the table as you listen for footsteps, voices, the distant ring of a telephone.

“Be a good girl and keep watch for me—or d’you want everyone in the office to know just how needy this pussy is?

Dad’s best friend, Joel Miller, fucking you dumb from behind in a dark, deserted alleyway, muffling your cries with a calloused hand over your mouth. His fingernails dig mercilessly into the skin under your cheekbones—Joel loves watching the combined effect of his cock and his suffocating palm on your big, drunken eyes, sending them rollin’, straight up to the skies. He laughs when you squirm against his hips, responding to every desperate moan you breathe against his skin with a lazy, harsh slap to your ass.

“Always wanted to send you back to your old man with my cum drippin’ down your thighs”

It’s your first month at the new job—after graduating college, you thought the possibility of being hazed was behind you. That is…until you get assigned a seat next to Javier Peña at a work dinner, feeling a rough hand slide up your leg and long, dexterous fingers ease your underwear to the side, teasing your aching clit all night long. He engages you in small talk with your boss—the weather and politics—speaking nonchalantly as his middle and fourth fingers pump in and out of your pulsing cunt.

“Words a little hard tonight, sweetheart? Or something else getting you tongue-tied?”

Joel’s massive hands on either side of your head as he facefucks you selfishly, tears running down your puffy cheeks while you near-suffocate on his thick length. Open wide before you swallow, baby—show me how my cum looks on your lil’ tongue. Grabbing at his forearms and staring into his dark, hungry eyes, dazedly wondering how you’ll manage to hide the bruises on your knees in the coming weeks. Dragging a thick thumb under your eye, he drinks in the sight of your tear-soaked face.

“That’s right,” an approving groan. “Knew that pretty lil’ mouth was good for somethin’ other than whinin’”

Riding Agent Peña on his unmade bed, bringing your lighter up to the cigarette hanging from his mouth til’ the tip glows red-hot. Breathing in the smoke he blows out between your ecstasy-parted lips as he rolls his hips against yours, the dark head of his cock pressing against that spot inside you.

“Look at me when you come, hermosa. Look so fuckin’ pretty with my cock up inside you.”

Getting lessons from your step-dad, Joel, on how to stroke, suck, and ride a cock properly—like a big girl. He talks you through it slowly, breaking you in til’ you’re sore, bruised, and thoroughly used. Like that, Joel? Pumping his hard length between your delicate, devoted fingers, watching intently as his face contorts with pleasure. Alright, angel—that’s enough playin’ around. Facedown for me, now. Listening, paying attention, doing your best to be the perfect little student.

“N’ when a man says he wants to come inside this needy lil’ pussy, you say yes, alright?”

Blowing off steam with a couple of girlfriends at the bar and running into the very person who’s been making your work-life so stressful. Watching him flirt with other women for hours before he bothers a glance your way. Rolling your eyes when he winks at you. Javier’s low voice rings crystal clear despite the loud music filling the space—one hand on your shoulder, the other hovering over the back of your neck as he leans down to whisper softly in your ear.

“Roll your eyes all you want, querida; we’ll see how tough you are when I’ve got you on your hands and knees, beggin’ for it”

Joel Miller—over double your age and double your size—growing tired of the short, tight clothing you’ve been wearing around him. Dressin’ like that’s gonna attract the wrong kinda attention, sweetheart. Testing him, pulling him in with a wicked, skyward gaze—that’s what I’m hoping for, Miller—and getting rewarded with a thick hand around your throat, rough fingers manhandling your breasts. Need me to show you what the wrong kinda attention feels like? Nodding enthusiastically, needing for him to use you.

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, if I’da known how much of a slut you are, I woulda fucked you stupid the second you were legal”

Bonus fluff:

Agent Peña carrying you home to his couch after watching you take one too many shots at the club. He just can’t help stepping in to rescue you, regardless of the fact that he barely even knows you. When you wake up in the morning, confused and thoroughly hungover, he’s already at the office—but there’s a warm coffee, an aspirin, and a muffin waiting for you on the nearby table.

“you really can’t handle your tequila, hermosa. did you eat?”

Joel kissing you roughly at the peak of his climax and then finding himself completely unable to stop. Your lips are sore, red, and severely abused by the end of the night and still the man can’t get enough of you. The grey-speckled hair of his mustache brushes against your Cupid’s bow and he tastes like necessity, something desperate in the way his mouth clings to yours, his hand delicately cradling the back of your head. Almost as if you were precious to him.

“you sure know how to make a hard man soft.”

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blackswaneuroparedux · 11 months

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Les aspirations les plus absurdes et les plus téméraires ont parfois conduit à des succès extraordinaires.

- Vauvenargues

St. Moritz has been a famous health resort in Engadine since the 19th century. At first, it was only frequented by spa guests, before the village developed into a high alpine sports centre, and for a time it was a playground for the rich and famous. There’s still some of that element present but not as in its hey day of the 70s. For nine months of the year it’s just another picturesque village in the gorgeous Swiss Alps, with Lake St. Moritz lying at its heart.

Crucially it is quietly forgotten by the outside world. Residents can breathe and go about their daily chilled out lives. For those precious nine months it was great to hike and ski there as my boarding school wasn’t too far away from getting there. But the other four months of the year, the high season, it gets flood with skiers and altogether more showy crowd.

The frozen surface of the lake, which can only be described as a desert of snow, now serves as a symbol of the resort itself. From nine months of natural bliss to four months of chaos and madness. Every time the ice lends its surface to polo tournaments, horse races, and the wealthy and beautiful make the pilgrimage down the mountains from their grand hotels, St. Moritz seems to transform. St. Moritz’s newest ‘gimmick’ for the past three years or so has been to serve the International Concours of Elegance St. Moritz - or The ICE St. Moritz - as a kind of classic car museum with an adventurous character.

Since the first ever The ICE St. Moritz in 2019, historic rally cars have been exhibited to the sports car-crazy public on the opening day, before demonstrating their horsepower on the ice racetrack on the second day of the event. However, the fact that The ICE is taking place on Lake St. Moritz, of all places, is no coincidence. In 1985, a group of Scottish and British sportsmen drove their vintage Bentleys to St. Moritz to celebrate the centenary of the Cresta Run (an eccentric and high spirited toboggan amateur race). As part of the festivities, they drove their cars on the racecourse across the frozen Lake St. Moritz.

This year, however, the ICE St. Moritz evolved slightly differently. For the first time, the event was held on two days: Friday 24 and Saturday 25 February. On the first day, the lake was transformed into an open-air museum, where the jury evaluated the cars on display from an aesthetic perspective. Then, on the second day, the actual race took place, whereupon the jury evaluated the classic cars from a performance perspective.

This year there were five category winners. In the ‘Open Wheels’ category, the 1958 Maserati 420M/58 “Eldorado” held its own. Meanwhile, the ‘Barchettas on the Lake’ category crowned the Ferrari 500 Mondial Series II from 1955 as the winner. My personal favourite, the aforementioned Ferrari 250 Testarossa ‘Lucybelle’ emerged as the winner in the ‘Le Mans 100’ category. As expected, Lancia Strato’s HF Zero of 1970 came out on top in the ‘Concept Cars & One Offs’ category. Last but not least, judges crowned the 1958 Bentley S1 Continental Drophead Coupé as the winner of the ‘Queens on Wheels’ category.

The evening gala took place at Badrutts Palace, which towers over the city like a castle with its high stone walls. In the stimulating semi-darkness and under shimmering candlelight, riders, collectors, enthusiasts, the public and media from all over the world celebrated the conclusion of one of the most anticipated competitions in the Engadine. Overall it’s spectacular fun and contrary to what one might believe it really does draw the car enthusiast crowd rather than the snob mob. It’s a very chilled event and bags of fun.

#ICE st moritz #vauvenargues #quote #french #sportscar #racing #racers #driving #drivers #ice #st. moritz #snow #switzerland

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hannie-dul-set · 11 months

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LOVE VOMIT [n.] — the term when you become too full with your feelings too quickly and too frequently that you end up spitting everything out before even getting the chance to digest. this happens to you more often than you’d like to admit— every quarter, actually, ever since starting college. but what can you do when the prospect of falling in love is just too good to say no to? what can you do when maybe the next desert might actually stay inside your system this time?

or, wherein you fall in love with a different guy every season but fail to notice the one that’s been looking at you the whole year.

PAIRING. choi soobin x female! reader (ft. the rest of txt x reader). GENRE. slice of life, romance, humor, mild angst, SLOWBURN, college! au, orgmate! soobin, pining to the highest degree, multiple love interests, featuring some members of seventeen, enhypen, and le sserafim. WARNINGS. swearing, drinking, annoying org jargon, both mcs are pathetic, unrequited feelings. WORD COUNT. teaser: 429 | full fic: est. 25-30k. RELEASE DATE: late june to early july.

NOTE. i said i was going to post the preview at the end of the week but i got too excited 😭😭 this may be a soobin fic but. u see. i am in love with all five of them so YOU will also fall in love with all five of them i don't make the rules.

i also wanted to jump back into my comfort zone of writing ordinary college life tingz, especially now that i actually have 2 years worth of experience to draw reference from. anyhow, send me an ask/dm to be addded to the taglist. preview under the cut!

THE TIME IS SPRING. A soft musk in the air, freshly bloomed flowers lining the sidewalks, and the start of a new semester. There’s something gentle about springtime, reminiscent of crisp blankets straight from the dryer with lavender seeping into its cotton folds and sunlight leaking through pleated sheer curtains. The season is for cherry blossoms and picnic baskets, outings and first loves. You’ve always associated these things with spring, however none of these sensibilities are present tonight.

Instead of clear skies and bright sunlight, the view through the diner windows is lit up by artificial lights and signages in the middle of a March evening. There’s no lilac nor daisies in the air, but cheap beer and the savory smell of fried chicken. It’s noisy, it’s loud, and it’s far from the gentleness of spring, but you’ve never felt more alive at this time of the year.

‘Why did you join Shutter.TXT?’ reads the sheet of paper sitting on your table. You’re all smiles as you listen to the answers of those sitting at your table, mindlessly nodding along after being three glasses in. Tonight is an orientation-slash-welcome party for the organization you impulsively joined upon entering the university.

Because photography is my passion...because I want to explore other fields…because, because, because.

The answers carousel around the table, and honest to god, you stopped listening at some point because it’s getting repetitive. You don’t understand the purpose of this activity. Why else would you join a club for photography, videography, and editing if not for photography, videography, and editing?

“Are you kids having fun?”

You perk up. The empty smiles you’ve been giving suddenly becomes brighter, your eyes crinkling at the corners. Spring came belatedly tonight, and it came in the form of your extremely pretty senior suddenly appearing behind your seat and you’re instantly all the more conscious about your posture when he leans down to check in on your group. He cranes his head to look at you with a smile. “Is it your turn?” he asks. The back of your neck is burning.

“Ah, yes,” you cough, clearing your throat to introduce your name. “I major in public administration. I know it’s pretty far from my discipline, but I decided to join Shutter.TXT because I didn’t want to be constrained in one field throughout college. I’m sure this organization will make my university experience a lot more exciting and interesting.”

Lies. You joined because of the very face that’s smiling at you this very moment.

“I look forward to working with you.”

love vomit. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

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weirdmallow · 5 months

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The Dimension Hopper's Field Guide is an information pamphlet in 'Warped' that will give GMs information on various alternate dimensions to use in their Multiverse-spanning campaigns!

Amongst the universes on show are:

Description: UNI#000, known as Pink Skies, is a dimension composed entirely of gargantuan floating donuts - many of them sporting the signature pink icing that gives the universe its name. These donuts soar through perpetually sunny skies with no ground in sight, making UNI#000 a popular vacation spot for weary dimension-hoppers.

Points of Interest: The hole in each donut acts as a doorway that is linked to another donut hole somewhere else in UNI#000.

Hazards: Sprinkle storms may serve to decorate the donuts that float through this realm, but be careful: these rare events have been known to throw the donuts into disarray and crush unfortunate dimension-hoppers under great pillars of sugar.

Inhabitants: Dimensional travelers have set up hotels and resorts on some of the larger donuts. Here, dimension-hoppers can put their feet up, relax and unwind in a universe that reminds them that life is sweet.

Description: Beyond the earth, beyond the stars, beyond it all lies The Void: the desolate ruins of a once great reality. Gargantuan gothic cathedrals are strewn throughout the darkness, their ruins floating silently in the void for countless millennia.

Points of Interest: Ancient summoning rituals have left some ruins infused with eldritch energy. Some have the ability to generate local gravity, generate portals to other ruins or to summon or ward off the weaker eldritch entities that inhabit this realm.

Hazards: This dimension has no gravity or breathable air. Colossal black holes tear at the space around them, spelling certain death for all those they draw in.

Inhabitants: Though the once grand civilization that inhabited this realm has crumbled to dust, UNI#928 is not devoid of life. Amongst the ruins float the Great Old Ones: ancient, infinitely powerful eldritch gods so vast in scale that to look upon them is to risk madness. Their spawn scour the wastes in search of rifts to other dimensions and new worlds for their masters to conquer.

Description: In a universe that resembles our own, the small desert town of Endeavor plays host to a historic rocket launch: the first in human history. The town crowds around the launchpad in anticipation. Little do they know that the rocket is fated to explode, vaporising the town completely. In fact, it does so every day. UNI#321 is a universe trapped in a perpetual time loop: every time Endeavor is destroyed, time rewinds 24 hours and the loop begins again.

Points of Interest: While everyone in Endeavor is unaware of the time loop, anyone from outside of this dimension retains their memories of each loop. Beneath the town is a hidden laboratory filled with alien technology. One device in particular is a helmet that allows the wearer to retain their memories, anything on their person, and the helmet itself, when time resets.

Hazards: Outside of the explosion and the time loop itself, there are no hazards specific to Countdown.

Inhabitants: The people of Endeavor are welcoming, friendly and brimming with small town charm. The town is also awash with engineers, military personnel and astronauts who have come to witness the launch. In the lab beneath the town, a small team of scientists are attempting to work out how to prevent the destruction of the rocket and the resulting time loop, though only one of them can wear the alien helmet and preserve their memories of previous loops.

#indie ttrpg #tabletop #ttrpg #ttrpg community #dnd #dungeons and dragons #ttrpg character #ttrpg design #ttrpg dev #dungeonsanddragons #tabletop games

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praeluxius · 2 years

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Studious - NMIXX Haewon

18+ NMIXX Haewon x Male Reader Smut

Masterlist.

Word Count: 3,183

Mr Park has run out-of-hours study sessions for six weeks now. You have been attending them every Thursday evening since they started. That is, until this week. You sit alone in a classroom on a Wednesday evening, wondering why no other students, or more importantly Mr Park, have arrived yet. The sun had begun its slow sink to the west and had already fallen behind the building visible from the window. Overcast skies block the natural light, and the artificial is yet to be activated. The posters on the wall you have read and re-read while waiting only became more challenging to read.

You pull the folded paper from your pocket and re-read it to check the details. “Mr Park’s study group. Moved to 5.30 pm on Wednesday. Mr Choi’s classroom.” It still makes little sense why the class moved and why Mr Park decided to use Mr Choi’s room. It’s much further out of the way, in a more secluded section of the campus, but most rooms are deserted at this time.

After placing the paper back in your pocket, you draw out your phone. A tap of the screen and there’s the time, 5:35 pm. “Where is everyone?” you mumble to yourself. Right on cue, the door across the room opens halfway. A young woman enters the room and closes the door quickly behind her.

“Oh great, you got my note.”

“Haewon?” You recognise the girl as soon as she enters the room. It would be impossible not to. Not only one of the most popular girls in your classes, but the prettiest. The gut feeling about this girl is that she never really fit in with the snobby, popular students who tried to befriend her. While many of her friends thought themselves too good for someone as distinctly normal as you, Haewon always took the time to be kind to you. She often spoke to you in class, when she passed you in the corridor, and she even spent some lunchtimes with you.

Even in her most casual clothes, Haewon still had that head-turning, imagination-fueling beauty. Her washed jeans hugged her hips snugly, caressing the shape of her lower body, which sways as she saunters toward you. The white porcelain skin of her bare midriff stands out in the dim room. Her light blue sweater drapes from her shoulders, covering very little of her body. An attribute shared with her tight crop top that hugs the supple mounds on her chest.

By the time you finish admiring the beauty before you, she has significantly closed the gap between you. Haewon now stands on the other side of the desk. “Yah!” she yells at you.

“Huh?” your trance is broken, and you shake your head. Hopefully, she didn’t notice that you were checking her out. When you look up at her face, however, the sultry smile shows ‌she knows exactly why you zoned out.

“I asked if you had been waiting long for me.”

“Oh, no. Not for long. I have just been here for fifteen—wait, I mean, I wasn’t waiting for you. I was waiting for Mr Park. He left a note.” You shuffle around in your pocket, trying to retrieve the note again.

“Didn’t you hear when I walked in? You got my note.”

“Your note?” you ask quizzically.

“You really thought Mr Park would communicate through handwritten notes on lockers? To be honest, I wasn’t sure you would fall it, but I’m happy you did.” Haewon perches herself on the desk in front of you. Her legs hang from the left side of the desk. Left leg over right, she crosses them. So close to you, at eye level, her legs and tight midriff—which is only tightened further as she leans her upper body back and flexes her stomach. Her hand plants behind her on the right end of the desk with your pile of books in the middle, under her arched back.

“Why did you leave me a note?”

“Because I wanted to see you alone, in private.”

“Are you looking for some help studying? I have all my books here. We can...”

She places a hand on your pile of books and then hooks her fingers under the bottom before flinging them to the floor beside the desk. “Aren’t you bored with studying? I was hoping we could do something a little more fun.”

Your tongue is tied in knots as your mind races through the possibilities of her statement. Does she want to play a game? Go on a date? Get in trouble? As if reading your mind, she answers your question bluntly, “I want to have sex with you.”

“Is this some sort of joke?” Nothing short of disbelief is all you feel. This is one of those ‘pinch-me’ moments. Any minute, you would awaken alone in a darkened classroom where you fell asleep and had dreamed this entire situation.

“You look even cuter with red cheeks.” Haewon giggles to herself as you suddenly realise how your face burns like the setting sun outside. “I always liked you; I just didn’t know how to tell you. You’ve always kept to yourself, but the year ends soon, and I don’t want to miss my chance.”

“We shouldn’t—”

“You don’t want to?”

“Yes!” Excitement gets the better of you for a moment, and Haewon laughs again. “Bu—but we’re in a classroom, I don’t think we shou—” Haewon places her forefinger on your lips.

“It’s okay. I choose this room for a reason. No one should be in this part of the campus at this hour.” With an elegant sweeping motion, Haewon’s legs rotate quarter-turn around the desk, so she faces you. Her milky midriff is at eye level, and her legs hang loosely to the side of your own. “I don’t think we should wait any longer. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“We’re on a public campus; we shouldn’t.” Logic dictates your argument. Haewon’s innocent face appears understanding, but her actions fight your reason as she pulls off each of her shoes. You continue, “what if Mr Choi returns to his room?” Haewon nods in agreement, an expression as if considering the possibility. Still, she continues; her hands had just finished removing her socks and now slipped their way out of her loosely cropped sweater.

“What if a janitor comes to clea—” You stop mid-sentence as Haewon pulls her shirt and sports bra off together in a single motion, exposing the pale skin underneath. Rational thoughts join the books, discarded on the floor—no longer needed. Haewon’s cute breasts greet you with a perky firmness, and stiff pink nipples sit on her porcelain sculpted mounds. Angelic innocence and doe eyes only mask devilish intentions, and they reel you in until you’re ensnared by a hand gripping your shirt. Only now, under her spell and in her grasp, can you notice an impish smirk and the fire in her eyes—the devil is in the details.

“So what were you saying about not doing it here?”

You gulp. “Nothing.”

“Good.” Haewon lets go of your shirt and places her foot on the edge of the chair between your legs. The leg fully extends, pushing your chair back from the desk, opening a disappointing gulf. With her hands on the edge of the desk, Haewon elegantly slides from the desk onto her knees in front of you. Each shuffle on her knees towards you makes her body jolt and her perky tits bounce.

Once she reaches you, she places herself between your legs, and the pace of her actions quickens. With no time to waste, she is digging into your trousers with greed. Her fingers quickly find the zipper and yank it down. The button at the top pops open; maybe she tore it off. It doesn’t matter now. Haewon releases the building pressure in your crotch as she tugs your cock from the fabric prison.

Haewon holds your erect cock gently with her fingers. Her eyes fixated on the flesh in her hands. The silent waiting almost demands you to speak. “I’m sorry if it’s not—”

“Sorry? Shut up. It’s perfect.” She looks up at you and smiles. Her grip tightens slightly and starts to move up and down. “Has anyone done this for you before?”

So focused on the excitement building inside your body as she strokes you, you don’t answer. Her pace slowly builds until she rhythmically pumps your cock in her hand. “Is that a no?”

“No. I mean, yes. No, it’s not a no. Yes.” Haewon giggles, knowing how difficult she has made it for you to think straight.

“Well, what about this?” Haewon holds your cock lightly between her fingertips, with the back of her hand facing you, your tip glistening under the faint light from outside. Her face moves closer and trails a series of soft kisses on the underside of your cock. She quickly reaches the tip and slips it into her warm mouth. Haewon engages your length in a hungry kiss. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive part with adventurous enthusiasm, cleaning up the pre-cum and replacing it with a slather of saliva.

She pulls your cock from her mouth with a little pop. “Mmm, it tastes great.”

Lifting your cock, she dips her head to work on your balls. She alternates between each with a kiss. Her eyes stare up at the stiff member in her hand. “I love it so much. I can’t wait to feel it inside me.” The thought only excites you more, eliciting a twitch from your cock. “You like the thought of that, don’t you? Good. I’m going to have so much fun with this cock.”

Each kiss sees her mouth open a little more until she finally takes one ball into her mouth. The warm wet muscle in her mouth massages your balls. The lightly ticklish feeling of her textured tongue rubbing your swelling stones is partnered with her resumed stroking of your manhood. While rubbing you, she frees a finger to run it over the tip as if testing your sensitivity. You twitch in anticipation.

“I think you’re ready. Maybe even more than ready.”

Using your knees for leverage, Haewon lifts herself to her feet. She leans forward and makes out with you, not holding back her tongue, forcing it instantly between your lips. She hungrily explores you, running her tongue over every inch of your mouth. Her hands run up your body, and she rests one on your shoulder and one on your face.

She breaks the kiss and rests her face against yours, forehead to forehead and nose to nose. “You know, if we’re going to do this, you need to undress me.” She follows her words with a smile and a giggle, knowing you hadn’t done this before. “Go on, don’t be shy.”

She resumes making out with you, but your focus is now on your own hands, controlling them against the nerves. You raise your hands and reach out, finding her hips. After everything she had just done to you, finally, you get to touch her. You massage your hands over her clothed hips and ass, then work your way to her exposed, tight midriff. Her kissing becomes more aggressive, and her lips push against yours to encourage you to speed up your work. You work down from her waistline to the button of her jeans. Now, in an exciting rush, you quickly unbutton, unzip, and push off her jeans.

Haewon again assumes control of proceedings, giving you just enough agency before she guides your experience again. Her hand rests on your shoulders and pushes you against the back of the chair while she steps forward, placing one leg on either side of you. Her chest is so close to your face that you can almost bury your head against her breasts—an act you attempt. Still, her hold on your shoulders means that even when stretching your neck, her nipples are agonisingly close yet so far away.

Haewon releases one hand from your body, then reaches down and pushes her pale pink panties to the side to reveal the wet sex that now hovers just above your cock. She rests her forearms on your shoulders, her arms pushing together her perky tits as she slowly lowers her body onto you. Her wet folds take hold of you. The moist warmth envelops the head of your cock, and you can’t prevent a breathy gasp from escaping your mouth. Hungry desires to take your entire cock inside her means you have no chance to regulate the sensations. Haewon continues to slide down, your tip delving deeper into her ocean as she slowly but surely sinks to the hilt.

With her crotch pressing against you, your entire cock impaling her, she finally lets out the breath she was holding, accompanied by the words, “oh god, that’s good.”

Now begins your desperate internal fight. The firm hold of her cunt on your cock begs you to cum, but the voice in your head asserts the need to please Haewon. You couldn’t allow yourself to finish early. A task she seemed intent on making impossible. Her hips grind back on forth atop your lap. With each push forward, she ensures your cock is buried inside her, as far as you can reach. With each roll backwards, her pussy holds onto you, pulling on your cock as if desperate to draw the cum from your balls—to milk you dry.

Back and forth, her chest moves, bringing her porcelain breasts closer to your face before drawing them away again. Answering your wordless pleas to take her breasts into your mouth, she adjusts her grinding to short and sharp thrusts, allowing her breasts to rest in front of your face. You take one breast into your mouth and tease her stiff nipple with the tip of your tongue.

Her shorter, faster thrusts on top of you have become a double-edged sword; they now push you faster than before to your high. You take hold of her ass and attempt to slow her fast movements. The soft lace fabric still covers some of her plump ass cheeks. She pulls the sides of her panties, pulling the fabric between her cheeks and exposing more of her pale ass. The tits in your face, the pussy grinding your cock, and the ass in your hands all demand your release. However, you know you can’t finish yet. You can’t let her down. Haewon must be slowed. Her rhythm becomes messy as your hands demand one pace, but her hips desire another.

You have to warn her. Unwillingly you remove your mouth from her breast and say, “Haewon, I’m gonna—”

“No!” she grips you tight by the shoulders.

“Not yet. Don’t you dare cum. I need you to hold a little longer. I’m so close to cumming on your cock. You need to hold out until I finish.”

“How will I know when you finish?”

Haewon stares intensely into your eyes. “Trust me. You’ll know.”

Haewon adjusts herself by lifting her body up. Your cock almost slips out of her; the tip holds on desperately to her folds. With her hands on your shoulders and her thighs around your waist, Haewon leans back slightly. She drops herself onto your impatiently waiting cock again. The sensation on your cock is different now. There’s more pressure on your length now, the new angle making you dig against the upper wall of her pussy. Haewon’s movements are different now. She is no longer grinding your cock but bouncing instead. Her whole body moves up and down repeatedly like clockwork as she sets about chasing her finish.

Each time she bobs her body on top of you, she matches her breath to the rhythm. Her head slightly above yours, she inhales sharply. She exhales hot air into your face when her body drops down hard onto you.

She takes your hand in hers. Haewon guides your finger with her own onto her clit. “Touch me. Rub me right there.”

You rub her gently on her swollen clit as she bounces on you. She becomes loud now, out of control between your rubbing and her bouncing, making your cock hit the perfect spot for her. The sensation changes again. She becomes tighter, and her moaning becomes visceral. For the first time, you felt a girl cum around your cock. All the cum stored inside her surges down around your length. You hold your breath as you let her finish and ride it out; you want this moment to last forever.

“Now you can cum in me.”

‘Wait, I don’t want to get you pregnant.’ The words are in your mind, but you lose control and cannot produce audible sounds beyond a grunt.

For the very first time, you fill a girl with your cum. It’s glorious. Euphoric. Her tense pussy begs for every drop inside you to release. She uses all her strength to raise herself and slams down hard on you. Each time another string of hot cum fills her. She repeats again and again until you are entirely emptied inside her, and it begins to hurt a little.

With her success, she smiles widely, open-mouthed to allow her heavy breaths to escape. Her body rests against your own, chest against chest, and your softening manhood is still tucked into her filled pussy, plugging the mixture of cum inside.

“Oh my god! That was even better than expected!” She exclaims. “Few people last long enough to make a girl cum their first time.”

The worrying thought you had moments before your high returns, and in a panicked voice, you say, “I cummed inside you….”

“Yes, you did; feeling you twitch inside me was amazing as you filled me up.”

“But I don’t want to be a dad yet!”

Haewon bursts into laughter and buries her head into your shoulder while she recovers. “Don’t be stupid. I’m on birth control.”

A weight is lifted off you figuratively and literally as her words reassure you, and she stands up from her mounted position. Before any of your cum can fall out of her and onto the floor, she pulls her panties back over her pussy and then bends down to put her jeans back on. “So, how was it for you?”

“I can’t believe it.” You couldn’t find any more words to express your feelings, completely blown away by what she had just done to you.

Having dressed as quickly as she undressed, she leans in to kiss you on the cheek. As her soft lips make contact with your face, she places a new piece of paper into the palm of your hand.

“Now you have my number. We should do this again soon,” Haewon says over her shoulder as she strolls toward the door.

Like a passing hurricane, she burst into the room and turned your world upside down before leaving again with nonchalance. And now you might just find yourself as a storm-chaser, going headfirst into another encounter to relive the thrill.

#male reader #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #idol x male reader #reader insert #smut #girl group #Nmixx #haewon #oh haewon #m reader #haewon x reader

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kamweek2023 · 9 months

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Prompts and Guidelines

September 7: First Date

September 8: College/Roommates

September 9: Exes/Breakup

September 10: Cowboy

September 11: Soulmates

September 12: Artist/Musician

September 13: Free Day

Guidelines:

Kam Week will take place from September 7th to September 13th! If you need extra time, submissions will be accepted up to months after the week ends, so long as it was intended for this week!

Tag @kamweek2023, @when-wax-wings-melt, and @did-i-say-you-could-get-up (aka @/honey-the-dinosaur-ate-our kid) and also tag your post with #kamweek2023

These creations can include any medium, including art, writing, moodboards, playlists, aesthetics, animatics, gifsets, edits, anything else you can imagine! We can't wait to see the creativity and excitement all the participants will pour into this week!

Feel free to post the prompts out of order as well! Whatever works best for you!

Send in asks if you have questions, clarifications, or just need to share your process!

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Kam Week Prompts:

1. First Date

This is a good day for beginnings. Perhaps they're asking each other out instead of actually being on the date. A blind date set up by friends, dating apps. Matchmaking, or meet-cute, or childhood rivals finally trying something new. Restaurants, movies, walks on the beach, arcade something unconventional; this can be sweet or end in disaster!

2. College/Roommates

Whether they've known each other for a long time or just met, whether they're grudging friends or full-on enemies, this is a fabulous pining day! Platonic besties/haters, only one bed, staring at each other in classes-- moodboard the hell out of their shared room and see the difference between their aesthetics! Make them clash in uncomfortable ways and then find the parts that make them work!

3. Exes/Breakup

This is a day for jagged edges and cracked picture frames. A big, explosive fight or a quiet day that ends with what they've seen coming for months, years spent apart, pressure from family, something needed or something wrong. right person wrong time, wrong person wrong everything. Make it dramatic, make it broken, make it red, make it the end or the beginning. This is also a day for second chances.

4. Cowboy

This is a day for fun! Plop them into a Wild West movie as actors, or onto a horse and into your father's barn because somehow you know it ain't the ale he's got a hankering for. They're kids playing pretend and then they grow up and it's not pretend anymore. They're taxed physically and mentally, they're water in each other's desert, this is the worst possible person to be stuck with in the dry heat and dust.

5. Soulmates

There are SO many possibilities for this one. Look up prompts and check them out! Sharing pain, feeling when the other lies, sensory deprivation (colorblind, no music, etc) until they meet, numbers count down until they meet, red/blue string, sharing skies or handwriting, tattoos, matching superpowers, drawings will show up on skin, and so much more! Remember, this doesn't have to be strictly romantic-- mix things up!

6. Artist/Musician

Also included in this prompt is "poet". Keefe is a painter, always having ink or paint splattered on his clothes and hands, colors smeared on his cheek and caught under his fingernails. Tam is a musician and a poet, scribbling lyrics that he will sing with his guitar, or flute, or whatever. They're in a band together, or one is a famous singer that the other styles or writes for, Keefe finds Tam's poetry journal, one teaches piano to the other, anything!

7. Free Day

This is a wonderful day to incorporate your culture and see how that breaks the norms! Make them mermaids and pirates, childhood friends or royalty or vampires. Use nonverbal/sensory overload, death and resurrection, gods or superheroes, mythology or old age, enemies or villains, anything you want.

#kam week 2023 #kam week #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #tam song #songcen #shadowheart #kotlc theme weeks #feel free to send asks if the id isnt good enough btw

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sheafrotherdon · 2 years

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They’ve been apart for months with no means of communication—just a promise to meet in the city as close to Michelmas as they can, when each of their quests are done.

Yusuf reaches the inn to find he’s first to return. He exchanges coin for a room with thick walls and a soiid door, scatters his few belongings and hangs his cloak on a peg. As the sun dips, the innkeeper’s wife brings him stew and a mug of ale and he thanks her. He eats and drinks though he tastes nothing. His whole being hums with anticipation as he waits.

Two days pass. Yusuf walks the city streets for want of some other occupation, visits the smithy and the baker, stands watchful in the market square. He picks up fragments of information, useful news that will add to the store of things they might anticipate as they travel to meet with Andromache and Quynh. When his stomach rumbles he revisits the inn; when the sun sinks he returns to his room. Nicolo is still not there.

Yusuf has traveled through deserts enough to know the blistering discomfort of thirst. It’s some echo of that feeling now that haunts him—he is parched for his beloved, needs to see him as fiercely as in other times he has needed water. He sleeps restlessly despite the sweet-scented grass that fills the mattress, despite the temperate weather, despite the long hours when he has nothing to do. He yearns for Nicolo, for the cadence of his voice, for the crooked smile that means he is pleased, for the warmth of his hands and the press of his mouth. He cannot sleep, and misses being chided as a lay-abed by the man whose absence makes such a thing impossible.

The third day, and Yusuf rides beyond the city on the well-trodden road on which Nicolo might be traveling. He passes farmers’ carts and pilgrims with worn-down boots, but does not find his heart, and turns back when he realizes he must. In the stables at the inn he rubs down his horse, feeds and waters her, murmurs thanks for her service and lets his heart beat painfully that he has no company but this.

The room is still empty, and the skies threaten rain. Yusuf closes the shutters against the chill breeze, bends to set a fire in the small, stone hearth that might yet be insufficient for his needs. He uses his flint to set the straw smoldering, nurses an uncertain flame to burn at twigs, then feeds the fire a dry, broken branch. In time, a log catches under his ministrations and Yusuf sits back on his heels, pleased by his work, and the door opens and Nicolo steps inside.

Yusuf freezes as Nicolo smiles at him. There’s affection writ across his face as clearly as if he were speaking words, and Yusuf feels his heart skip a beat then clatter, joyously, inside his chest.

“Habibi,” says Nicolo, crossing the room, and he’s sliding a hand beneath Yusuf’s elbow, pulling him up to stand. “How I have missed you.”

Their kiss is quickly desperate. Yusuf clings to Nicolo, hands fisted in his dusty cloak, holding him close, close, closer yet, and Nicolo spreads his fingers against Yusuf’s back, pressing them together until there’s barely room to breathe. It becomes painful---brilliantly so—to keep kissing, and Yusuf draws in a ragged breath. His thigh is between Nicolo’s thighs; their chests heave together. Nicolo lifts his hands and frames Yusuf’s face and tells him he loves him as he kisses his forehead, his cheek, his nose, his mouth.

“It rains,” Yusuf says, and he means not the downpour outside but the fresh water of Nicolo’s presence, the cool relief of his love in which Yusuf is submerged.

Nicolo grins, seems to parse all that Yusuf cannot say, a talent he has learned for these moments of overwhelm, and he says, “Let us eat.”

Yusuf nods, but kisses him again, whispers, “Let me drink,” and kisses him once more.

#joe x nicky #kaysanova #tog #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #yearning #want #joy #comfort #reunion #need #love #i love this man beyond measure and reason

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randomfaeriedragon · 10 months

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Hey, guess what I did this week?

Thats right, draw 3/5 OC Iterators that began growing in my brain on a photoediting program with my computer's touchpad!

This is the first time I've ever really drawn something digitally other than my profile pic & rw brainrot, and it's definitely the first time I've designed iterators, so yeah! Enjoy the art and subsequent Lore dumps under the cut :)

Iterator 35, Gen. 2: Shaded Pewter Lights / SPL

Built at the base of a dry, desert-like mountain, SPL preferred to occupy their time with huge, complex mechanical experiments rather than genealogical or Acension-based research. They despise thinking about the Great Problem, as no one can experiment if they're all dead, though they don't dislike iterators who attempt to solve it (for that reason alone). Their city used to harbor and attract skilled mechanics and engineers for miles around, as a particularly prodigous university was located on their can. Though they rarely interacted with their citizens, they often miss the requests they sent them, especially those sent by the less experienced artificers of their city; however, they feel little love for the Ancients beyond appreciation for their skill in mechanics (the skill required to build the iterators).

In the past, SPL has repeatedly set up projects within their can that could only be described as titanic Rube Goldberg Machines. SPL often sought to improve the functionality of their can with these experiments (plus having fun), keen to observe and record as much data as possible from the cycles-long whirring of cogs and water wheels before setting everything up again to repeat. Their main goals included lowering their needed water intake, gaining a form of low-power mode for bad weather, and utilizing lightning as a secondary power source. Though many saw these modifications as taboo, SPL couldn't care less, blocking almost all communication during their experimentation era: however, they often shared their knowledge with APS to assit in the creation of the wildlife santuary on his can, and many of the conduits used to water plants there are of their design.

Due to an integral flaw in the rerouted void fluid piping of their Easternmost Leg, SPL's can collapsed in the middle of a heated arguement with their local group, with their Westernmost Leg piercing through their can. With rust and sand permeating their structure, their many mechanisms fell silent for the first time since the Ascension. Although SPL is still connected to their can, overseers, and local communications arrays, they can no longer induldge themselves in experiments; they barely have enough power function as is. They now spend most of their time chatting with other iterators in their local group, sending overseers to APS's sanctuary, and attempting to prevent further discoloration and rust on their puppet. They're not usually bitter, but particularly vulgar arguements with EN can send them into a spiral.

SPL still feels they did the right thing in modifying their can. Though the other iterators refuse to admit it, the main reason they still function is due to the modification of their can.

Iterator 77, Gen. 3: Rain from Clear Skies / RCS

Although he often jokes around, RCS is the most calm and collected of his local group. He often finds himself mediating fights between his local group (read: SPL and EN) for this reason, as has the astonishing ability (within his local group at least) to sit back, consider something fully, and make mostly objective decisions. He also uses this ability to point out details many other iterators overlook, so is often called for help with malfunctioning software and to explain why some experiments went wrong. His citizens instilled him with a love for quiet and time to contemplate, and they had a moderately positive relationship, so often misses them. But when he isn't meditating or recording data from around his can, he's talking with EN. They have soft spots for each other.

His name comes from the already heavy rainfall in the region where his can was built, which his construction didn't help; very little non-semi-aquatic wildlife remains around his can. However, he often moderates the remaining flora and flauna to insure it's continued survival, and has sent more than a few wounded animals to APS so she can assit in their recovery. When he's not researching, RCS also acts as the jokester of his local group, and often codes pranks and malware intended to cause harmless irritation into sent messages. He's gotten quite good at it, to his local group's endless infuriation (and delight). He doesn't send these to SPL, though, as their systems likely wouldn't be able to handle the repairs.

Iterator 16, Gen. 1: Even Nightfall / EN

As one of the earliest iterators built, EN's city was particularly religious and pious, priding themselves on their virtue and detachment from the material world. This did not bode well for EN, who had an almost abusive relationship with their citizens; they treated EN as something to deal with their problems and nothing more. After they Ascended, EN felt both a weight off their shoulders and, for a reason he can't pin down, a profound sense of betrayal that their creators abandoned them. Though a few in their local group see them as nothing more than cruel and callous, EN is very emotinally reserved (but also very, very smug) and astoundingly protective and kind towards those they care for. This includes RCS, their genticially modified slugcat Arps, and to some extent APS.

APS acted as a sort of mentor to EN when they were built, helping them manage their city's requests and sneak in a few personal projects on the side. While their city didn't approve of the projects they found, and reprimanded EN, the number EN kept secret far outnumbered those discovered by the Ancients. With their creators gone, EN found a hobby genetically modifying the pre-existing wildlife around their structure, and has improved their already impressive skills; this lead many genticially modified organisms to spread out and inhabit EN's can, and is also where Arps came from.

Named after APS, Arps acts as a mix between a therapy animal and pet for both EN and RCS. Arps frequently travels between EN and RCS's cans, and EN gave them the ability to glide to ease this passage; however, they (and RCS) also always send an overseer along with Arps to ensure their safety. Even when Arps is simply gliding between trees in the Rainworld Equivalent of a Sparse Pine Forest surrounding EN's can, he always sends an overseer to make sure they're OK. They're almost overbearing!

EN and RCS are perhaps the closest out of any of the iterators within their local group, and frequently chat or play 7-dimensional chess for entire cycles before they have to check up on an experiment so it doesn't explode. Though they couldn't talk much and weren't nearly as close pre-Mass Acension, RCS was one of the few iterators who spent the time to work around EN's colony's communication restrictions and talk to them. He was a great comfort, and one of the only reasons EN didn't crack under their city's pressure.

Not Featured Here: (bios will get out eventually)

Iterator 4, Gen. 1: A Profound Serenity / APS (Any Pronouns)

Iterator 84, Gen. 3: Tide Rolling In / TRI (She/Her)

Arps (They/It)

Probably One or Two More Iterators

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE: I used an Ancient script by @ikayblythe for the displays by my iteratoes, took heavy inspiration from iterator designs by @altitudeofalcatraz, and took the idea of Iterator Number Deisgnations from Daszombes' Iterator Logs on Youtube.

Anyways, I'm going to go drop off the face of the planet for a week. Thanks for reading this much this far, goodbye!

#hoo boy this is and was a lot #how much does it say that i talked about EN's trauma before anything else?#I struggled with EN's design so much #I could never tell if the colors were too bright or not vibrant enough #and I originally drew them in greyscale-#Also don't mind their pose I meant to have their arms crossed but realized later they were not in fact doing that #also also the overseer designs were a headache #I might go back and completely revamp RCS and EN's overseer designs #but yeah #first major “did an art” achieved!#rain world #rainworld #iterator ocs #rain world ocs #rw shaded pewter lights #rw rain from clear skies #rw even nightfall #I went back and fixed some typos and stuff so hopefully it reads a bit better now-

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yzeltia · 7 months

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FFXIVwrite2023 28.Blunt

Characters: Themis(Elidibus)/Azem(Gelos/U'rahn Nuhn) Expansion: Endwalker Rating: M Notes: References "Ere Our Curtain Falls" from "Tales From the Shadows"

Gelos hummed to himself as he stared up at a small red bird perched upon his finger, his other arm behind his head. He was laid out upon his robes, in naught else but his leathers, mask of Azem set upon a nearby rock. It had been some time since he'd returned to his home, Chará, a small village on a steppe between the coast and desert. Here he could be just Gelos, not Azem of the Convocation. A simple, local hero, and not the seated Traveler of the star.

As he rested, his little friend flew away, alerting him to another's presence. Calmly, he reached for a wooden bo staff and upon hearing the wind woosh above him, held it up to block an incoming swing.

"Azem. Your mask," Elidibus said calmly, pressing down with his own staff as they remained locked in their struggle.

"Hmm? I wanted to feel the sun on my face. We are far from Amarout, there's no cause to worry."

Gelos rebuffed the other by grabbing his robe by the drawstring, yanking Elidibus over into a summersault down by his feet. Sitting up, the Traveler chuckled, watching the younger man rise and brush grass out of his hair.

"Robes just get in the way don't you think? At the very least a liability."

"Very well. If that is how you want it to be then we can take to the skies," Elidibus answered stoically, though surging with Aether.

Gelos reached forward, laughing heartily as he embraced the white haired young man and rolled about in the long grass.

"Oi. Oi! I'd think I'd rather spare my friends and family the sight of that!"

"And yet you find it fit to lay about exposed like this," Elidibus gestured, sitting up together with his friend.

"Well, I know one really comes out this way. And even then my village isn't hung up on that sort of thing. We're much more down to Ethryis. Amarout…should dictate how the world acts. Our star is vast and has so many wonderful things in it," Gelos said quietly before gently pulling Elidibus's's mask down, "Beautiful, precious things that don't need perfected."

The two found themselves drawing in toward one another until their foreheads pressed together. Elidibus's hand absently rose to Gelos's chest, pushing him back lightly as to not pull at any hairs. There was an intensity in the Travler's golden eyes, one he couldn't recognise.

"Sorry," the red haired man under his breath, averting his gaze.

"Did you do something wrong?"

Gelos reluctantly looked back, mouth open to try and explain himself before shaking his head. Elidibus sighed then turned his head toward the dunes and sea beyond them, remaining close as he dug his fingers into the earth beneath them.

"Is it difficult to be with me? For all the reasons I make the ideal Emissary, I find that the same make me lackluster company. I am surrounded by the greatness of the Convocation and I try to make myself worthy to walk alongside you. In that, I fear I've sheltered myself from the people we serve and thus find it difficult to understand simple phrases and mannerisms. Try as I might, it is sometimes difficult to connect."

“Themis…” Gelos smiled weakly as the other turned to him, cheeks flushed from hearing his given name. The Travler reached out, cupping the other’s cheek in his hand.

“If permitted, I’d take you with me all over the world so you could experience it all. Yet, the Convoction would hunt me down in a second. I’m lucky to steal you away now. Though, I guess I need to speak plainly for you to understand how I feel.”

“Azem…”

“Gelos, please, when it is just us. For now can we be ourselves…I can just be a simple village boy that found himself unable to take his eyes off of the young genius that wandered in from the city.”

Themis just stared, then reached out and rested his hand over Gelos’s larger one, feeling the natural warmth of his aether flow into him. He let their fingers intertwine, then found his friend drawing forward again, that unfamiliar, yet soft gaze upon his face once more. Drawn in, he felt the other’s lips on his own; once, twice, then firmly set upon them.

“Gelos…,” the Emissary mumbled between clumsy, increasingly eager kisses.

The Traveler leaned back, letting his friend fall against him as he fished his hand against the collar of his robe, parting it to help free him of his white robes. The red-haired man rolled Themis onto his robe, kissing at his neck before slowly slipping his hand up his undershirt. He swallowed as his fingers brushed over Themis's nipple, his eyes cautiously flitting up to watch his reaction.

“The island,” Themis managed to breathe out, finding his shirt pulled up and over his head.

“Island,” the other repeated, content to kiss lower, feeling his friend squirm as he reached his navel.

“Yes…there’s that island we discussed. The one with the volcano…”

Gelos sat up, lifting the other’s hips for a moment to pull his leathers and underclothes from him before tilting his head.

“You wanna talk about that…right now,” he asked, rubbing the other’s thighs, shy glances flitting to the other’s twitching length.

Themis nodded, hand covering himself before reaching back out to the Traveler, pulling him back down. He kissed on him shyly, arms going around his neck once he felt sufficiently covered from the elements.

“I wish to know your thoughts on the matter…if only to calm my heart. You’ve voiced a dissenting opinion from the rest. What are your intentions?”

Gelos kissed the other’s forehead as he was held, hips wiggling to get his pants off without pulling too far from him. Once free, he let his mind focus on the other’s question, albeit briefly.

“I was thinkin’ of using that new fire creation Lahabreha’s. Use all that violent ambient fire aether to manifest it then take it far far away and take care of it there,” he explained, trying to withhold a moan as he let their bodies meet.

Themis arched his back, pressing into his friend, incrementally turning lover, before pulling him down close. He shook then kissed, on Gelos’s collar, letting his hands start to explore the Traveler’s muscular form, fingers lingering on every scrape and scar.

“Why risk another censure by defying the will of the Convocation? What about that place captivates you so?”

Gelos found it hard to think on the particular subject for the moment, each stray touch by Themis causing him to twitch. With a whine, he lowered himself more firmly upon the Emissary, feeling his stones roll against the other’s.

“Ah…well, the grapes…” he answered, panting lightly, “I find them rather delicious. It would be a shame to see them ignored. And on that note…I believe there is something else that deserves attention.”

Themis nodded, satisfied with the answer. He opened his legs a little, letting Gelos slide closer, hips rocking together. Once more, kisses were exchanged between stray touches and gropes, until going on so long that the Emissary in his flustered state felt something amiss.

“Az…Gelos, are we doing this right?”

Gelos whined, pressing his forehead against the other’s shoulder.

“I’m…I’m unsure exactly how to manage the…ins and outs of all this,” he eventually answered, head hung.

Themis laid back then looked up to his love, smiling softly before finding himself laughing, Gelos soon joining him.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #ffxiv miqo'te #ff xiv #u'rahn nuhn #ffxivwrite 2023 #ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #themis #elidibus #themisxwol #elidibusxazem #azem #ffxiv azem

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shadow3142 · 2 months

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Someone asked for this on twitter so I delivered

#homestuck #hs2 #ult dirk #dirk strider #drawings under desert skies #post

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dearratroi · 10 months

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The Great Fairy Zarina

Based on @flammelikeshookdust's art. Find it here. It was so cute I got inspired and wanted to write a little bit of what happens in the drawings.

Rated: T (no warnings)

Tags: Fluff, romance, humor, first kiss, surprise kissing, Hookdust, Crossover between The Pirate Fairy and Legend of Zelda: BoTW/TotK

Summary:

James Hook has found his way out of Neverland and into an entirely new land: Hyrule. As he acclimates to this new land he hears about the Great Fairies and sets out to meet one. Out of her flower bud emerges the beautiful and charismatic Zarina, who takes quite a liking to James.

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“There’s a Great Fairy near Kakariko Village. Legend says if you offer the right price to her, she will upgrade your clothes for better defense.”

That’s what James heard since he found himself in Hyrule. It was a strange place, that was for sure. It wasn’t a tropical paradise like Neverland was, well, there was Faron but it was a small area. Most of Hyrule was rolling plains surrounded by mountains, deserts, and lakes.

Other differences of note: There were a lot more monsters in Hyrule. In fact, it was quite an epidemic of Moblins, Bokoblins, Lizalfos, and other strange creatures. However, James was intelligent, and he was nothing if not adaptable. He didn’t have his crew here, but soon he established himself as the captain of a small crew of Bokoblins. They were primitive, territorial creatures, but easily bribable by food and treasure, both of which he promised they would receive in abundance if they adventured with him. Also, Hyrule had fairies but they were tiny things, little pink fuzzy dots with wings. They were nothing like the pixies of the hollow. He was fairly certain they weren’t sapient, they mostly floated around like butterflies until he got too close, then they’d fly off.

So when he heard there was a Great Fairy, he was curious. Was it Great as in huge? Like a giant fairy? Or was it a title of some sort?

He wanted to visit this Great Fairy, both out of curiosity for how she compares to Pixie Hollow pixies, and so he could receive this boon to his equipment. Hyrule was much more dangerous than Neverland and he needed the upgrade.

He saved up his rupees, even some gemstones in case that was more her fancy. (What kind of price did she require anyway? It was left quite vague.) And with his flying ship, he sailed toward Kakariko Village.

The denizens of Hyrule told him to look for a giant, green flower bud with red thorns on top; it was the Great Fairy’s home. Sure enough, from the skies it was visible from a mile away.

After finding a place to land, James placed the rupees and gems into a pack and slung it over his shoulder. He also made sure to explain in careful detail to his crew to not follow him under any circumstances. The Great Fairy surely wouldn’t appreciate the creatures in her domain. He parked the ship far enough that it was a half-mile’s walk, and emerging through the trees he saw it ahead, the flower bud.

It towered over James. Giant flower petals acted as stair steps up to the ‘entrance’ of the bud. Hesitantly, he took a step, testing the integrity of the petal. He expected it to crunch under his foot, but it barely even bent under his weight.

“Okay…” he said, taking the next one.

He climbed the 5 large petals and looked at the bud in front of him.

“Erm, hello?” He asked, addressing the giant plant.

James reached out his hand but before he could try to part the leaves, the flower bloomed.

“Hello!” A feminine voice shouted.

Out of the center of the flower a giant, winged woman emerged, her arms to the sky and a grin on her face. The bloom threw pollen to the sky and the enormous petals folded open to reveal a deep red and pink flower. In the very center was a glittering pool of water, which the Great Fairy was submerged in from the waist up.

And the fairy herself, while she was giant she had the face and body of a young woman. Her auburn hair cascaded down her shoulders in rich rivulets. Under one eye was a dotted beauty mark. Adorned on her wrists were gold bangles and covering her upper body was a white and gold halter top that ended just above her stomach. It was much like Gerudo wear.

She put a hand under her chin and took in the sight of the man before her. His expression was a mix of fear and awe. He took half a step back as she studied him. She knew that look, she’d seen it a hundred times. He thought she might squish him. Adorable little humans, so very frightened of everything.

“I haven’t had a visitor in quite a while,” the Great Fairy said. “You’re a cute little thing.”

James blinked and his cheeks turned red.

“Great Fairy, uh…”

“You can call me Zarina,” she said, smiling.

“Great Fairy Zarina,” James continued, bowing his head. “I’ve come for your gift. What is your price?”

“So forward,” the Great Fairy teased. “You have my name, but I don’t even get to know yours?”

James stuttered. “I am – I am very sorry. James Hook. You can call me James.”

“James, what an odd name for a Hylian,” Zarina said, rubbing her chin. “In fact, you’re quite out of place for a Hylian; your clothes, your accent. Where are you really from, Mr. James?”

“I hail from a place called England,” he said.

“Never heard of it! Such strange names.”

“But before I came here, I was in Neverland.”

“Neverland!” Zarina exclaimed, her eyes shining. “How are my pixie cousins there doing?”

“C – cousins?”

“Yes! We are distant relatives, but they are so teeny-tiny over there. It’s adorable. I have to make myself small when I visit.”

For the first time, James gave a little laugh. Great Fairy Zarina was quite a peculiar thing.

Zarina’s heart melted a little, hearing the young man’s laugh. His shoulders loosened up a little, too. She smiled seeing him come out of his shell.

“Anyway,” she said. “Yes, your boon. I imagine you came a great distance to get here, James Hook from England.”

James nodded, unslinging the pack from his shoulder. He rummaged inside it. The gems and rupees inside clinked against each other. He pulled out a bright blue sapphire, deep as the sea, and raised it to Zarina.

“I – I don’t know what kind of price you require, Lady Zarina, but I think this sapphire quite suits your eyes…”

He found himself blushing again. Did he sound absolutely ridiculous? He hoped not, he just found it quite difficult to act himself around this beautiful woman. Her eyes glittered blue as she took in the sight of the sapphire, oohing and aahing.

It was quite a large gem for him, one hand barely big enough to hold it on its own. For Zarina however, she pinched it like a pebble between her fingers and held it close to her face to examine it further. Her rosy lips pursed together and eyelashes fluttered. James wasn’t sure if he should stare but found it quite difficult to look away.

Zarina had seen many gems but few of this quality. She looked back down at the Englishman, beaming at him for his flattery and kindness. He was so cute, she wanted to squeeze him like a kitten. And so well-mannered!

“You’re so kind, Mr. James, but I won’t require a price from you today.”

“You – you won’t?” James asked.

Zarina shook her head. Her curls flowed and the gold beads on her top glittered with the movement.

He bowed his head to her again. “Thank you.”

“Alright, James of England. Close your eyes and don’t peek!”

James straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders and standing straight as a pole, and closed his eyes, ready to receive Zarina’s blessing.

Zarina leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of her flower home, and pursing her lips, prepared to kiss James on his tiny ones.

She warned him not to peek, but it was hard not to when he noticed the change in light as she loomed over him. It’s probably just a cloud passing over, he thought. And just when he shrugged it off he felt a pair of large, lush lips on his own.

Oh!

He almost shied away. Not out of disgust or disinterest, but from the shock that this large woman was suddenly kissing him! James willed himself to stay still but what he couldn’t do was resist the urge to peek. He cracked one eye open, and just as he did so Zarina pulled away. Her eyelashes rested against her cheeks, which were a faint cherry red. And her lips were pulled up in a small smile. When she pulled back completely she opened her eyes, those long eyelashes fluttering open.

Zarina’s smile widened seeing James’ expression. His face was colored like a beet and a dazed look was in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his hand nervously.

“You look like you’ve never kissed a Great Fairy before!” she said, giggling.

“I, well, haven’t,” he said.

“I’m teasing, silly.”

Then, without warning, she scooped the little human up in her hands.

“Aah!” James screamed, his voice pitched as high as a little girl’s.

He squirmed underneath her fingers, his legs flailing in the air out of instinct. But once Zarina brought him to eye level he had a chance to process what happened and stopped. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to steady his breathing and the minor panic attack.

“You are just too cute! So shy, but not a bad kisser! I could just squish you.”

James gave another nervous laugh. Then he looked over the edge of her palms at the ground that was now twenty feet below. A feeling of vertigo washed over him and he turned away, looking back up at Zarina.

“Yes, please don’t fall. Anyway,” she cupped him in her right hand. Then she raised her left and sprinkled magic dust over his head.

Great Fairy Zarina’s dust was just like pixie dust in Neverland. It fell slowly, like pollen fuzz, but glittered like starlight. Zarina’s fingers waggled until the last of it fell and all the dust settled on James, then she blew it all away!

“And there you go!” Zarina exclaimed. “Same clothes, but completely new functionality. How does it feel?”

James pinched his shirt, looking down at himself. It was the same outfit he always wore, the white shirt, the purple vest, the blue-gray pants, and the buckled shoes, but it all felt different. It felt softer, lighter, and yet more durable somehow.

“Thank you, Zarina!”

“You’re very welcome, James,” she beamed.

Zarina closed in for another kiss, smooching him a bit harder this time, and then set him back down. He wobbled a bit off her hand, and then fell face-first onto the flower. The Great Fairy covered her mouth and giggled. She’d seen this reaction plenty of times.

James brushed himself off and got back to his feet. He glanced up at Zarina like nothing happened.

“I won’t forget what you did for me today, Zarina. Thank you again.”

“Please come back any time. It gets lonely here, you know.”

James nodded. He slung his pack of rupees and gems back over his shoulder. “I will.”

And he did many more times. Even though his base was set up much closer to one of the other fairies, James usually made the trip for Zarina. She was the most beautiful fairy by far and he found himself enjoying her company the most. It came to a point where he didn’t even need his clothes reinforced anymore. Sometimes he just felt… lonely.

So it came as a surprise to him one day when he visited Zarina and she emerged from the pool in her flower the size of a normal human.

“Zarina?” James said, eyes wide.

It was the same Zarina he knew. She was just, well, him-sized! In fact, she was a little bit shorter. She had her signature white and gold halter top that she always did, but this time he was able to see the rest of her. She wore a matching skirt with the hem ending at her upper thighs. Standing there, she had slender legs and small bare feet. And poor James was thrown for a complete loop.

“Zarina. I – hi. You look… different,” he stuttered, blushing like mad.

Her bangles jangled as she threw her arms out. “I’m human sized!”

The fairy beamed, her eyes closed as she presented herself to him. She opened her eyes, expecting him to be smiling too, but instead he barely met her gaze and his cheeks were scarlet.

“I didn’t change for you to look away. Come on, James! We can dance together!”

Zarina reached out and yanked James toward her. With a yelp he lurched forward and caught his footing awkwardly. They both giggled.

“Sorry, I just feel… Erm, I don’t want to stare.”

“Why? I stare at you all the time!”

James let out a nervous laugh. Did she think he was handsome? She did call him cute a lot, but he assumed in a cuddly teddy bear kind of way. But with the affirmation she gave him, he decided to swallow his nerves and looked Zarina in the eye. With their hands clasped together, her hands the size of his, her eyes looking up at him instead of the other way around, her body pressed against his… all of it felt right.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, gazing into her eyes with his half-lidded ones. His voice was low as he said it.

Zarina’s eyelashes fluttered as she looked up at him. Her eyebrows turned upward and she smiled. The fairy’s lips pursed. For the first time she really got to see him. When she was large, she always saw her visitors just fine, but this time all the details made themselves known. The little imperfections – like a faded scar on his cheek, little hairs out of place, how James’ smile was a little lopsided at one end. But these imperfections weren’t bad, they were James. It was like she was seeing him for the first time; up close and personal, not like a woman and her pet mouse. But he was still just as cute as one.

Zarina was always the one to kiss James. This time, however, James kissed her. Tilting his head he greeted his lips and hers. James always appreciated her kisses, they were sweet and they filled his stomach with butterflies, but the drastic size difference made them kind of awkward. Maybe it didn’t feel that way to her. But for him it was a little daunting having a giant woman’s face right in his with her lips big enough to swallow him whole. So this was nice. Their lips slotted perfectly together and something within him ignited.

Zarina’s feelings were the same. The kisses were always nice but she had to make sure not to knock him over or smooch James’ entire head. It was nice kissing him at his size level. No, it was more than nice. It was magical.

James hooked one hand around Zarina’s waist. He was unsure where to place his palm, since Zarina was more skin than clothes. He felt very inappropriate assuming he should touch her bare skin, but he didn’t want to dirty her pristine white skirt either. Guiding his hand, Zarina placed it on her hip, silently letting him know it was okay to touch her. His other hand cupped her face; Zarina’s auburn hair tickled his fingers. His thumb swept over her cheekbone.

As she said before, James wasn’t a bad kisser. But with the height difference and the fact that he never initiated, she didn’t know he wasn’t just not bad, he was quite good! His lips were soft, warm, pressed against her own just the right amount. Zarina melted into him and gave a pleasured hum.

After what could have been seconds or minutes – neither were sure, James pulled away. When he did, Zarina had the dazed look he so often did. There were stars in her eyes and she blinked a few times.

“Sorry. Too much?”

Zarina’s shoulders hunched a bit and she laughed. “No, it was fantastic.” Her cheeks were beet red. Her dainty hands rested against his chest, and in each other’s arms they got lost in the other’s eyes.

“So, you mentioned a dance?” James said, brushing his thumb over cheek again, grazing her beauty mark.

“Yes!” Zarina said with a little jump. Her wings flitted behind her.

“Then may I have this dance?” James asked with a slight bow, offering his hand.

Zarina took it, yanking him again. The two giggled and danced until the sun disappeared over the horizon.

#hookdust #the pirate fairy #james hook #zarina #disney fairies #great fairy zarina #the great fairy zarina #fanfiction #crossover #mine #my fics #disney

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ziasann · 9 months

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End in what All begins

This is how the halls of Daena have fallen, each scholar spiralling down to madness.

Tighnari is surrounded by vines, compounds, flower that once inhaled could lead to hallucinations. He is no stranger to the side effects of botany but he plucks every rose on the garden, eats its purple petals, and bleeds with the thorns in his tongue. He bares his canines, wild and venomous, at anyone who steps on the grass of his forest.

So the General Mahamtra approaches the Fennec with silent footsteps.

But Tighnari is gone. His eyes are rabid and livid, hunting for all life that exists across Sumeru. Cyno holds Tighnari down like his best friend is an animal, a predator, a danger and he hates his position in Sumeru now more than anything else.

...

Layla doesn't sleep anymore.

As if all the hours she has spent slumbering are now making up for all the hours she is wide awake. She is wide awake under the stars as she stares, she mutters, "the sky and the stars are fake. There is no truth here, only our end."

The Wanderer passes by her once and sets his jaw tight. Something is wrong in Celestia, the constellations in Teyvat are spinning round and round into black holes.

Layla walks and walks as if she can reach the dome of the skies. Once, a fellow Rtahwist scholar pulls her back from diving off towards a cliff. Her pretty head never gazes down, only up to where her precious stars are.

...

Kaveh is in a heap of shredded papers and broken pencils. Plan after plan, on the floor, on the desk, on the house he shares with Alhaitham. His hands are more alive than the rest of his body.

The wine is untouched and the drunkards at the Tavern are searching for their passionate architect. But Kaveh is scavenging for everything: materials, techniques, wood and timber, anything to recreate the paradise in his head. There is a vision in his mind aching to be let out.

Alhaitham once shakes him out of stupor and Kaveh only whips to him with scarlet, Deshret eyes, "I have to build it! I have to build a paradise for Them!"

"Who, Kaveh?" Alhaitham asks worn and frayed at the edges. "Who?!"

"For the true gods of Teyvat."

...

Faruzan mumbles another language after another dialect. All the Haravatat scholars cannot understand her. She speaks in formulas, word puzzles, ancient wisdom that is restricted. Perhaps, her time that is stolen as she is stucked in the ruins have finally crushed her mind.

She isn't supposed to be alive. The miracle took its price on her.

...

Cyno has assumed before that he will be the first to go mad. His ancestral lineage is closer to the desert rather than the rainforests. Hermanubis has revealed to him before in their contract, that his ancestors are from the fall of King Deshret. Thus, he must pay the sins of his forebearers by carrying the golden burden of the General Mahamatra.

If the cause is the proximity of Sumerian citizens Forbidden Knowledge, then it is supposed to be him first before anyone else. But Cyno can merely watch as everyone around him lose themselves in the haze of curiosity and lust for knowledge. There is something uncontrollable in the air and Lesser Lord Kusanali is found unconscious in her Sanctuary.

More mad scholars pile up in the Matra's reports and Cyno wonders what they see, (what Faruzan speaks of, what Layla dazes of, what Kaveh draws of,) and what Tighnari is chasing so far that he will even leave Collei alone.

By the end of the month, the Matra knocks on the door to the office of the General Mahamatra. When no one answers, they kick the walls down to see their beloved General on the floor. Cyno is on the floor, he paints the ground with chalk, circles and circles, and uses Electro to flare and experiment with the Elements. He almost seems normal until they notice Cyno is smiling. He is grinning, crescent and wide, at the figures and equations from the Temple of Silence on the pavement.

Cyno smiles and there is no joke, the Matra realize that they have lost him too.

...

The Wanderer isn't affected by this affliction.

He is not born in Sumeru nor is he pursuing the esoteric in this world. He has sought after death before and even such thing has turned out to be meaningless in the end. Nahida is peacefully asleep in her chambers and the Wanderer wonders if she is in a nightmare or a fantasy. Both are cruel in their current reality.

The Irminsul is withering cold and ashened. That Scribe is already contacting the Traveler for the strange phenomena but they are far far from Sumeru. Even Alhaitham will soon succumb to the calling from the other side.

It is, as the Wanderer have suspected, the Forbidden Knowledge that is reawakened and blighted and utilized so that the Cataclysm will repeat. The effects are drastic in Sumeru as they are connected in Irminsul, the scholars will be the first to predict and determine the Fall. So the evil corrupts them in advance, so the world will know less. So that Teyvat will be nonethewiser, all of its scholars almost dead, so that nobody will tell them the end is coming.

The end is coming and the wisest will leave, there is no salvation for this Second Cataclysm.

(Have you not wondered why the door of Khaenri'ah is in Sumeru?

Because theirs is the Land of Dreams, and Khaenri'ah are those who dream of dreaming.)

#genshin impact #ficlet #drabble #cyno #tighnari #kaveh #alhaitham #layla #faruzan #khaenriah

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a-cryptid-called-magetha · 3 months

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the height / main cast lineup for my passion project has been finished!! the side characters and antagonists will be revealed soon afterwards!

below are the individual drawings and some info about them!

HOSHI, DEITY OF THE SKY

The eldest, and a benevolent soul who serenades through the skies. It’s been long thought that they brought The Deities all together.

IERSI, DEITY OF THE CYCLES

Controlling the cycles is no easy feat, and some have come to say that its put Iersi under more stress than they bargained for. Usually quietly brooding and tends to be quite a recluse.

JENASYS, DEITY OF THE CREATURES

A being full of creativity, dry humor and spite. It’s hard to change their mind on things, but they’re incredibly loyal right to the end. Most of the creatures roaming the desert take some part from Jenasys’s image.

KENKA, DEITY OF THE WARRIORS

This warrior earned their right to deityhood through their loyalty and exceptional skill. They’re rambunctious and lion-hearted, despite their slightly off-putting appearance.

NELE, DEITY OF THE SAND

This sidewinding serpent controls the very shifting of the sands themselves. Very kind and hardworking, yet seen as the weakest of the Deities from outside perspectives. Nele wants to be taken more seriously sometimes, and struggles with wondering what their use is anymore.

MIXALIS, DEITY OF THE SACRED SPRING

The youngest of the Deities, who created the Sacred Spring and hid it deep underground. Is very closely bonded with Kenka, yet is the warrior’s almost polar-opposite. Very calm and sweet, yet burdened with power.

MIKO, DEITY-INCARNATE

They appeared in the sands one night, mute and alone, bearing the mark of The Deities. Miko becomes a revered creature raised by The Yuboki Tribe. They’re a strong, relentless warrior, who wrestles monsters with their bare hands and stalks the sands with a threatening silence. They’ve been created for one reason, and Miko will stop at nothing to achieve that.

and SEISHIN, USAGI TRICKSTER

A mischievous Usagi who’s become a sidekick and some sort of a friend to Miko. A shapeshifter whose deceitful nature has saved both him and the Deity-Incarnate from being obliterated. With a heart of gold, he follows wherever Miko goes, although he’s a lot less bloodthirsty.

if you’ve read this far, thank you for taking the time to do so!!! passion projects aren’t always the easiest for me to share, but i hope you can enjoy what i’ll be putting out for A Desert of Pink Sand!!

love, mags <3

#a desert of pink sand #the mags medium #mags rambles™️#passion project #original character #original characters #original story #uhhh i have no idea what to tag this as so i’ll leave it at that

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zeldadiarist · 2 years

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Zelink Week 2022, Day Three

In a very charming twist of fate, today is raining here in my city! So fitting for today’s @zelinkweekofficial prompt.

In the beginning, I intended to make a drawing, but while sketching, this came to my head. I hope you like it!

Day three: rainy days (My Favorite Things)

Cloudy skies gave way to a morning sprinkled with a soft drizzle, which meant a morning walk to work under the rain for Zelda.

Link was not a fan of that, mostly due to cultural reasons - he was a desert child, after all. Still, he escorted his liege to school as he was supposed to.

The day was uneventful and tranquil like most, even if Zelda’s classroom shenanigans were involved. And as the bell rang at three in the afternoon, the work day was over.

The rain wasn’t.

“Let’s go home walking, pretty please,” Zelda requested. “If you don’t mind.”

If it were for him, he would just call Pipit, and he would drive them home safely, quickly, and, most importantly, keep them dry. But orders were orders, even if they involved being bribed by his dangerously adorable liege making puppy eyes (he was sure those enchanting green eyes could ruin his entire career with just one look).

Besides, there was something kinda romantic about sharing an umbrella…

“As you wish.”

The route to their apartment generally took them around fifteen to twenty minutes walking, but Zelda decided to go for a longer walk, taking a little detour to the neighborhood park.

Two little kids dressed in colorful raincoats and boots were playing as their parents watched delightedly, jumping in the small puddles on the ground. The image brought a smile immediately to Zelda’s lips.

“That brings back memories,” she told her silent knight, pointing at the children.

He smiled fondly. “Certainly,” he nodded, “but you were more into catching hot-footed frogs and bringing them inside the Castle to make them your pets.”

She laughed at the memory of her in the rain, Link chasing after her. “I thought if I wore my green raincoat they would accept me as one of them! Silly me!”

“Nice try, anyway,” he patted her head. “You are more fitting for a Picori, though.”

She darted at him a look and pouted. “I will file a complaint with the Royal Guard if you keep calling me like that.”

“I can bribe my way out of that,” he assured her.

“How?”

“Your favorite things.” He pointed out a rose bush, every bud and flower covered in raindrops.

“Raindrops on roses, whiskers in kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,” she recited, “like the song.”

“Yes,” he chuckled. “But in your case it would also be hydrangeas, silent princesses in bloom, milk tea, soup with noodles and veggies, hot dumplings, cheesy fries, accurate historical dramas, the smell of old books, and fuzzy fleece socks.”

“You forgot curry,” she corrected him. “But that’s close. You know me well.”

He hummed affirmatively, chest puffed with pride, a little smug smile on his lips.

“Let me guess yours,” she leaned playfully against him as they left the park, heading to their destination. “Freshly made black coffee, flannel pajamas, homemade voltfruit pudding, extra spicy curry with croquettes, fuzzy blankets straight out of the dryer, Epona, pumpkin spice, and, strangely for an amazing cook, my pancakes.”

“I think they are neat,” he shrugged. “You missed one, though.”

“Really?” she was certain she had nailed them all, and wondered what it was.

For Link, it was rather simple. But it was not just a thing, but a person.

It’s you.

#zelink week 2022 #zelink #golden chain au #modern zelink

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