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adore-laur · 7 months

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DEUX CADEAUX

— a holiday addition to foxtail 🫛

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"Nadi."

A breathy, desperate moan pours from Harry's mouth like a fountain of devotion, paired with his two favorite syllables entwined with pleasure. The sight of his wife straddling him and gripping his ankles with her head thrown back in ecstasy is heavenly. Her nipples are perky under her tank top as she grinds in smooth motions, each movement making her angelically gasp.

Harry's cock aches from the way she's clenched so tight around him, so perfectly to the point that he's nearly seeing stars on the ceiling. His whimpers transpire faster as he edges closer to release what he's been patiently waiting for all day. As soon as Nadine's family walked out the door after a long day of holiday festivities, he quite literally begged on his knees to let her take care of him. She had been teasing him all night, and he didn't mind pleading like an insatiable madman while leaving fierce kisses on her thighs until she ultimately gave in.

Nadine currently rides him, her silver earrings swaying with every back-and-forth motion, and he can see on her face that her pleasure is coming from herself only. She doesn't even need to look at him, purely moving her body to get herself off by using his.

His physical daydream was soaking him with her own divine rapture. How did he get so lucky?

Harry rasps another soul-stirring moan, then blindly reaches his hands upwards to take Nadine's shirt off. She stops him with a palm to his perspiring collarbone. "No, I'll get cold," she says, short of breath.

He doesn't argue and just sits up so he can pull her chest to chest with him, feeling her skin melt against his. The new position is easy to adjust to, and the pleasurable knot in his stomach tightens significantly due to the close proximity.

"Please, Nadi. Tell me you're almost there."

"I'm waiting for you," she says before muffling a whine into his shoulder. "You've been such a good boy, ma lune."

When Nadine rocks one final, paradisiacal grind against him, Harry uses the last of his strength to gently push her onto her back so he can release inside of her while hovering over her. Eyes pinched shut, his vision swimming, he shudders through his intense orgasm with satisfied, broken moans. Behind his eyelids is a celestial kaleidoscope, which is all because of his Aphrodite lying beneath him.

She releases shortly after him, clenching around his cock as he rubs soothing circles on her clit to stimulate her even more. She always looks so ethereal when she falls apart from a lustful climax. Her tan skin acquires an alluring glow, and her eyebrows pinch together as she brings his head down to kiss his needy mouth.

Drowning in her euphoric sounds, Harry murmurs, "Come back to me, rêveuse. Nadi, look at me." The brown eyes of his goddess slowly gaze upon him. "There you are."

Once she comes down from her high, he places his palm over her haywire heartbeat, then pulls out from her and leaves the bed to start aftercare. He takes precious care of her in the following minutes, cleaning her with a warm, damp washcloth and then tying her hair into a ponytail. She's so beautiful even while simply lying on the sheets, dazed with serenity.

They switch places once everything is taken care of. Nadine slips on her black silk robe and strolls over to Harry, sprawled out on the bed in a post-sex haze. "Mon amour," she coos, stroking his dampened hair back. I almost forgot that I have more gifts to give you."

He sleepily blinks open his eyes and melts into her touch like snowbanks under sunlight. "For me? I thought we agreed to give each other an equal amount."

She smiles, lightly scratching his scalp. "I couldn't help myself."

He weakly hums, his eyes fluttering shut again. "You change your mind like the seasons. Do I have to get up?"

"Yes, you do. I left them in the greenhouse."

"Dove, my legs feel like that jelly dessert you made this morning. And it's chilly out." He reaches his arms out like a child. "Let me hold you for a while."

Nadine daintily grabs his limp wrist and leans forward. "Please," she whispers in his ear. "Please, moonflower."

The perennial nickname makes Harry's stomach flip. He hides the arousing effect it has on him by sighing heavily. He then says, "Nadi, Nadi, Nadi. You make me do foolish things, hmm? Give me a second so I can put some clothes on."

She plants a pert kiss on his cheekbone as he sits up with a delicious, spent groan. He doesn't have time to sift through his entire closet, so he grabs the first thing in sight: a pair of sweatpants and a white button-up crumpled in the hamper. They're both dirty and will definitely not protect him from the bitter temperature outside.

After they both shuffle into their respective pairs of slippers, Nadine hugs Harry's arm and leads him out the patio door. They walk down the shoveled pathway toward the smaller greenhouse of the three that Harry has built over the years they've lived together in the countryside of France. The wreath and garland hung on the white wooden door, and the bare evergreen tree inside were the only decorations they managed to deck the place out with.

"It's bloody freezing out," Harry says, cupping his hands together and blowing on them as Nadine opens the creaky door. Thank goodness it's heated inside.

The fluorescent lights flicker on, revealing the space where they store gardening supplies and project tools. There's a yellow sun hat that Harry wears in the summer hung on a rusty nail, a chipped ceramic birdbath in the corner, a burlap bag of red mulch slumped over on the ground, and a watering can patched with duct tape that has tipped over from the wind.

Nadine skips toward the countertop and grabs two equally-sized gifts, the boxes wrapped with sustainable brown paper bags. Snipped plants stick out from underneath the thin ribbons made of twine. "You have to open both at the same time," she says, holding them out to him.

Harry takes the gifts and peers up at her, narrowing his eyes with a smirk. "I'm suspicious," he says.

She leans forward to smear an eager, messy kiss on his mouth. "Promise me," she murmurs.

"Je promets," he says immediately, glancing between her doe eyes and perfect lips.

After delicately untying the twine bow on each one, he tears the tape on the paper and lets it fall on the floor. He then sets the shoeboxes on the counter so he can lift the lid on both of them simultaneously.

The first thing he comes face-to-face with is frozen peas—lots and lots of frozen peas—snap peas, to be precise. Swallowing down a laugh, Harry says, "I—I'm flattered, Nadi, but I don't quite understand."

She bounces in place with anticipation and points to her holiday enigma. "Keep looking!"

He leisurely sifts through the peas in both boxes, per his wife's request, until he feels a tangible material under them. Pulling the unknown items out, two blank and crisp envelopes find their way into his grasp. Nadine stands behind him and places her restless hands on his shoulders.

"Open the left one first."

Harry tilts his head to see her better, noticing an unreadable glint in her dark irises. He doesn't break eye contact with her as his pinky finger slips under the envelope's seal to neatly tear it open. Giving Nadine a kiss on her nose, he looks back down and opens the paper wide to see what she has planned.

It's a pea pod with two little green peas in it. Harry finds himself smirking again. "Is this a riddle I need to solve?" he asks while taking out the tiny vegetable and inspecting it.

"It can be if you want to," Nadine says, standing beside him. "Or, you can open the other envelope."

Setting the peapod down, he picks up the other envelope and repeats his actions, including staring her down and kissing her nose. This time, he fishes out a small, glossy picture. He doesn't recognize nor understand what he's looking at until the black-and-white image makes something click in his brain.

"Nadi." His heart starts to thump rapidly as his thumb and forefinger tightly grip the picture. "Nadi, is this real?"

"Oui," she whispers, palms pressed to her cheeks. "Look closer."

Harry refocuses on the sonogram’s computerized blob. "Pregnant." He looks up at her. "Are you pregnant? Are we having a baby?"

Nadine grabs his face and kisses the corner of his mouth. "Yes, but look closer."

"I-I don't," he stammers, rubbing a clammy hand across his forehead. "I can't believe this. Why... what's with the peas? Is the baby the size of a pea?"

"Mon doux garçon," she says softly. "Do you not remember? You told me we would have snap peas running around the garden."

Harry had said it while high up in the clouds, but he remembers. The dream never faded. "But it's winter—"

"I know I said no to getting pregnant in the winter," Nadine interrupts, "but I couldn't wait to have babies with you." She kisses him repeatedly. "You're going to be a papa, moonflower."

Exhaling shakily, he lets the reality sink in. "A baby. Our little baby."

"Not quite." She takes the pea pod and sets it on her open palm. "How many peas are there?"

"Two," Harry replies, his voice going up in confusion. Then it dawns on him, a sunny and glorious daybreak of emotions. He leans against the counter and covers his face with the sonogram. "Oh, mon dieu. We're having twins."

Nadine hugs him, squealing happily into his neck. Her heart pounds just as quickly as his. "Two peas in a pod," she says.

He begins laughing in disbelief. "Twins," he repeats incredulously, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off her feet. "Thank you, Nadi. Merci beaucoup." He kisses her deeply in between his words of gratitude. "Merci, my love. How far along are you?"

"Eight weeks," she answers, her tiny dimples appearing when she smiles. "I waited to tell you after the pregnancy test since I had a feeling I was carrying two babies. Then I had the first ultrasound last week and found out it's twins."

"You had a feeling?" he asks, setting her down.

"Look at my belly." She raises her silk robe and turns to the side. "I've been trying to hide it from you since they're growing so fast."

That's when Harry starts crying. Seeing the smallest bump protruding from his wife's stomach makes everything more real. He drops to his knees and buries his face in the soft skin. "How..." he chokes out, shaking his head. "How did I not notice?"

"I'm sneaky."

He holds her every night, knowing each dip and curve of her figure. Worshipping each stretch mark on her skin like it's the only thing he'll ever do. He can't believe he missed every hint that she was hiding the physical change.

"God, dove." Harry marvels over her body, tears glistening in his eyes. "Look at you. Look at this belly."

"Two babies," Nadine says, wiping away the wetness in his waterline. "I will be enormous once spring arrives."

"I've dreamt of this." He tenderly kisses her bump. "You're going to be so beautiful. Do you know that?"

Surely, she does because she bites her bottom lip and smiles. "The next appointment is in three weeks. I want you to come."

"I'll be there." He exhales a thrilled breath before standing. "Twins. I can't wrap my head around it."

"Me neither," she says as she pulls her robe back down. She then points at the two blobs on the sonogram still in his hands. "Bébé un et bébé deux."

"Nadi," he breathes out, unable to comprehend the past ten minutes. "This makes me so, so happy. This is what I've always wanted with you."

Harry can vividly imagine the skin of her stomach growing into a taut and rounded home for his babies as spring makes her glow like an evening primrose. Then, when they're born in the summertime, he can envision holding a baby in each arm, bouncing them up and down while he shows them his gardens. He will teach them everything he knows.

"Je t'aime," Nadine says, kissing his cheeks until they turn the color of a cherry blossom. "I was nervous that the peas would get mushy, so I secretly wrapped the gifts while you were showering after lunch."

"Where did you get all of them?"

"I went to the farmer's market and bought every last bag. The old lady selling them looked at me funny."

Harry laughs, picturing his wife stuffing her tote bag with an egregious amount of peas. "You can make baby food using them," he suggests.

She gasps excitedly, and his heart feels like it's going to burst. "That's what I was thinking!"

He sets the sonogram aside and cradles the back of her head, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you. We're going to have so much fun. I'll plant each of them a garden, let them crawl all over me, make them leaf crowns. I'll let them bloom into whatever they want to be."

A tear gracefully trails down Nadine's face. "You are so sweet, mon ange. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas. This is the best gift—the best two gifts."

"I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight."

Harry kisses her. "We don't have to sleep. Let me show you how thankful I am. My wife is so nice for not making me wait until spring, isn't she?"

She enticingly sticks her thumb between her teeth, then removes it. "We just had sex."

"Please, sunflower," he says, his hand roaming near the dip of her spine. "Let me take care of you. Laisse moi arroser ma fleur préférée."

Nadine slides away from him and walks toward the door. "If you insist. I'll even let you take my shirt off this time since you know now."

Harry furrows his brows but quickly realizes what she's getting at. "Is that why you've been keeping your shirt on during sex for the past couple of weeks? And refusing to shower with me?”

"Oui," she says with a sly grin.

Growling playfully, he picks her up and carries her over his shoulder. "You little fox!"

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One Year Later

"Sacré bleu, Nalin!" Harry whisper-shouts, scooping his baby boy from the countertop before he’s able to put the bell-shaped bulb of a snowdrop plant into his mouth. "Don't scare your papa like that, oui?"

Now, both of his arms are occupied, restricting him from sowing any more scallion seeds into the soil. Holding two babies who try to grab anything they can get their hands on is proving to be a full-time job in the greenhouse kitchen lately.

His left arm holds Lily, named after the elegant flower that blooms on the reservoirs of Loire Valley.

His right arm holds Nalin, named after the Hindi name for the lotus flower that floats in French water gardens.

"You two are such trouble," Harry says under his breath as he bounces them on his hip. "Your papa is working so hard to plant a beautiful garden for you both, and this is what I get in return?"

He had made it a tradition to plant the twins a mini garden each season. He started immediately last winter when Nadine told him she was pregnant, and he doesn't plan on stopping until he runs out of room.

Speaking of Nadine, where has she frolicked off to?

Peering out the window, Harry finds her picking beetroots from the winter garden. She's bundled up in her puffy coat and harvesting the blood-red vegetable for whatever meal she has planned for dinner tonight.

Lily starts kicking her legs, happy staccato babbles leaving her mouth. She looks just like his Nadi. Her dark hair and deep-set eyes the color of maple syrup are so similar to his wife's that he often finds himself staring at his baby girl for an ample amount of time, noticing all the pretty parts she shares with her mother.

Nalin, a complete mama's boy, has more of Harry's features since Lily and Nalin were born as fraternal twins. He has his father’s green eyes and curly hair, yet even that is as dark as Nadine's. Her strong features overpower his children, but he wouldn't want it any other way.

The door creaks open, causing a gust of December wind to blow in. Nadine steps inside with her hair and coat covered with snow flurries. "My babies!" she says brightly, setting down the woven basket filled with beets and reaching her arms out.

Harry passes Nalin over and watches her give him kisses all over his face until his plump cheeks lift with a dimpled smile. Lily still clings to his side, her tiny socked feet harmlessly kicking against his stomach in excitement.

"What are you using the beets for?" Harry asks, pressing a soft kiss to Nadine's forehead. Her skin is cold from the nippy weather.

"Hummus."

He raises his eyebrows and gapes at Lily. "Yummy in your tummy," he whispers while tickling under her belly button. Looking back at Nadine, he says, "I'm almost finished in here, and then I'll make a fire for us. Go inside and warm up, dove."

She directs her gaze to the twins. "Do you need me to take them from you?"

Harry smiles helplessly. "Oui, s'il vous plaît. They're trying to eat the plants."

Nadine laughs sweetly and takes Lily in her other arm. She then leaves a long, full kiss on Harry's lips before leaving, taking his little snap peas.

She can be any flower she wants and flourish in any condition. A winter's rose, each thorn representing the doting pain she feels from loving so passionately. A late spring larkspur, each purple petal protecting her family from harm. An autumn chrysanthemum, each stem rooting from the deep devotion she carries.

Most of all, she's a summer sunflower that thrives throughout every season. With a face that follows the sun, she stands tall and watches over her personal garden.

The sunflower to his moonflower.

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#harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles x oc #harry styles au #harry styles #adore-laur #deux cadeaux

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georgieluz · 5 months

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– did you love me when he was just my friend?

papa i don't need a preacher / i ain't some kind of creature / from some old double feature / i just wanna make you proud / of the kind of love i've found / but you say it ain't allowed / say it's a sin / but it's how i've always been / did you love me when he was just my friend? / daddy, do you think i've turned out right?

george luz, son of a small town preacher, grew up hearing that all love is heaven sent, that it's holy and true in all its forms. it was told to him every night before he closed his eyes and by the time he reaches adulthood, it's a core part of his nature. love is good. welcomed and encouraged. he sees it in the way his father glances at his mother, sat next to him in the second pew, before he begins every sermon, and he sees it in the quiet support she always gives back. he feels it every day when his dog licks at the palm of his hand whilst he sits restlessly on the front porch, wondering if there's something more out there than this one small town.

love is good. welcomed. encouraged. he meets the new hire at foxtail creek, a small ranch about a mile outside the town border, in the summer. the newcomer mostly keeps to himself, a rancher looking for temporary work. george can't help but be intrigued by the first outsider he's met in months and takes it upon himself to befriend the man. he'd always been good at making friends, most just pass through, or eventually move away, but george had always been content with the fact that his self-proclaimed wit and charm managed to win them over for however long they gave him. slowly, as he and the rancher become more and more intwined, george begins to realise that, in his neck of the woods, not all love is sent from above, at least not in the eyes of his friends and family.

– playlist for fic: heaven sent

– cowboy collab: #easy company cowboys

#george luz #band of brothers #bobcollab #cowboy collab #easy ranch #easy company cowboys #george luz son of a preacher man au #julian made a thing #julian writes #this song lives in my fucking chest ok i had to write something for it and george my guy you are the chosen one #“daddy you're the one that claimed that he loved me through the flame now why can't you do the same?”#<<< THIS LINE GOT ME SO FUCKED UP ISTG #and yes the rancher is someone familiar to us but i shall keep their identity hush hush for now #i'm too sleepy rn to write a better summary #so this is all over the place but it's gonna be a fun one (and ofc by fun i mean like a knife to the chest)

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londonsimblr · 11 months

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Foxtail Palm Tree for TS3 and CAW

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This is one of my favourite palms, and it's one of the world's favourites too. Native to Queensland, Australia, it only became known to most of the world in 1978, and immediately became so popular that a thriving black market nearly decimated its original population.

Price: §310 Category: Trees & Plants; CAW; Edit Neighbourhood Name: LdnS Foxtail Palm Tree

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TOU:

Do whatever you like, include with your world/lot, adapt it to your tastes, steal my textures, etc.

If you create a plant cloned from this, make sure it is unique and not a default replacement - this can't be done to speedtree plants in the usual way with s3oc alone (so message me if you need help!). And please link back to my blog when you share :)

#ts3cc #sims 3 cc #ts3 caw #ts3 plants #landgraabworld #ldnsdownload #simblr #sims 3

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schittscreekficrec · 1 year

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Year-End Recs: January - March

For the end of the year, we wanted to highlight some of our favorite fics from 2022! As it turns out, we have so many favorites that we had to separate the posts by month. This post is for all of our favorites published between January and March 2022 with more posts to follow later. Happy reading!

If, Then by @hippolotamus [patrick/rachel, G, one shot]

all roads will lead me back to you by @this-will-be-our-year [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]

Had me in the palm of your hand by @yourbuttervoicedbeau [david/patrick, T, one shot]

A Button Among Roses by @mallpretzles [patrick & alexis, G, one shot]

handle with care by @blackandwhiteandrose [david/patrick, T, one shot]

That's not how you spell it by @lastchancecafe13 [david/patrick, G, one shot]

The Sound of My Heart by @hippolotamus [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]

outrageous fortune by @blueink3 [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

all the joy that is to come by @myolivebranch [marcy & patrick, G, one shot]

Man About Town by Turkey_Virgin @tyfinn [david/patrick, T, one shot]

Moon Shot by resilient_rose [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter] tw: rape/non-con

Paint on the Colors by @obsessedwithdavrick [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

Now we're there and we've only just begun by @simplymarleycat [david/patrick, M, multi-chapter]

to strengthen whilst one stands by @dinnfameron [david & alexis, T, one shot]

tights are something that can be so personal by @middyblue [twyla/alexis, E, one shot]

it just takes some time by foxtails @ratchet [stevie/ruth, T, one shot]

To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak by @beaiola [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

Open Your Eyes by High-Seas-Swan @noahreids [david/patrick, M, one shot]

Ray Butani: Undercover Matchmaker by @weathereyehorizon [david/patrick, G, one shot]

This Bed Wasn't Built for Our Love by @delilah-mcmuffin [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

everything in transit by foxtails @ratchet [david/patrick, T, one shot]

Winning the Game by @ladyflowdi [david/patrick, E, one shot]

Pull the Shot. Steam the Milk. Repeat. by @treluna4 [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

The Guy in the Window Watching the Guy Who Owns the Tattoo Shop Across the Street by @lilythesilly [david/patrick, G, one shot]

don't have many good reasons to leave my room (i did most things to get to you) by Yellow_Bird_On_Richland @turningtimeinthetardis [rachel/twyla, alexis & twyla, T, one shot]

Further North by @apothecarose [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

Until You Can Love Yourself Again by @delilah-mcmuffin [david/patrick, T, one shot]

I'm Not the Man They Think I Am At Home by @themelancholyvegetable [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

please tell me I won't wash away by @petalwritesx [david/patrick, T, one shot]

Stuck in the Molasses Swamp with You by Amanita_Fierce, @dinnfameron [david/patrick, G, one shot]

The Seven Husbands of Alexis Rose by doingthemost @sarahlevys @hagface [twyla/alexis, T, multi-chapter]

I'm surprised (that you've never been told before) by @beaiola [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]

canned heat in my heels tonight by doingthemost @sarahlevys [twyla/alexis, T, one shot]

The Way to Go Home by @obsessedwithdavrick [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]

vroom, vroom, bitches by @blueink3 [david/patrick, M, one shot]

The Enchantment Umbrage by khughes830, @rmd-writes [david/patrick, E, multi-chapter]

there's no such thing by @dinnfameron [david/patrick, T, multi-chapter]

until I set him free by @blackandwhiteandrose [david/patrick, T, one shot]

#schitts creek #schitt's creek #schitt's creek fic recs #schitt's creek fic

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gfloutdoors · 2 years

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How Tall Do Foxtail Palms Grow: Growth Rates

The Foxtail Palm is aptly named for its bushy, tail-like fronds that grow out of its green crown. The fast-growing palm deserves a special spot in your home as long as you don’t mind the tall height when the tree matures. Quick answer Foxtail palm trees are rapid growers and can achieve a height of about 30 feet How Tall Do Foxtail Palms Grow? Foxtail palm trees are rapid growers and can…

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rynsprout · 2 years

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In the greenhouse

part three

Leona x gn reader

Warnings!: nsfw 🔞

Background: You work in NRC as a botanical gardener

You and Leona sat in the grass facing each other neither one of you speaking up. You were still partially shocked by what had just happened. Then Leona spoke up with a still irritated voice, "You okay?" You answered almost instantly, "yea I'm used to it." This however seemed to urk him even more his face twisted until it finally rested a few minutes later. "I like you, be mine and only mine," he looked into your eyes, his eyes filled with sincerity. You gave a shocked look, you had considered going out with him and confessing your feelings multiple times. However you didn't think he'd beat you to it, to be honest you didn't think he had it in him to confess. You really didn't think he liked you back, and there was still a lingering thought that he didn't. It all disappeared as soon as he held your hand his thumb rubbing back and forth on your palm. "Yes!" It just came out as soon as you felt his comfort, the warmth of his hand. Leona held on to you tightly not wanting to let go, you chuckled and wrapped your arms around leonas waist. Your hands were relaxed a little too relaxed, to the point where one of them brushed over Leonas tail. As it did Leona stiffened and straightened up letting go of you. He rested his head on your shoulder after some time. "You okay?" You questioned. "ugh" he groaned.

⚠️ WARNING NSFW ⚠️

Leona pinned you down on the grass tail swaying in the air. "I'll mark you as mine so no one but me dares to touch you again." Leona stated before kissing you sweetly, he was usually highly aggressive but in this moment he was vulnerable. It had only lasted until you returned the kiss, he was hungry for you. No one could deny that but he wasn't sure if this was what you wanted, once you started touching him and kissing him back he knew it was. That gave him the comfort he needed to move forward with his desire, and soon the both of you were tangled together. Leona was the one to move both of you to a more private area, well as private as it can get in glass walls. In between dense meadow foxtail grass, tall red rose bushes, and ayesha hydrangeas, your love blossomed. Leona took off your pants as well as his, positioning himself at your entrance. "you're only mine you got that (y/n)." Leona said in a possessive yet gentle voice, and just as he finished his sentence he entered you. Leona was slow at first seeing as you weren't used to his size, he caressed your sides until you seemingly relaxed. That's when something within Leona let go with it the gentleness disappeared, all that was left was rough sweet pleasure. Leona really seemed to focus on both your pleasures and boy was he good at it, groans and moans left the both of you. You both climaxed and looked sweetly at each other.

#fanfic #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twisted wonderland #twst leona #twst fanfic #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst x reader

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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You can't trust me?? Bubba why do you hurt me :(( oh damn, hopefully you two can bump into each other again!! She sounds wonderful :)) (xie lian is the best flower boy)

I feel you, I am a sucker for those world hopping stories mainly (I'm actually writing a work based off of it lmao),, I like the xianxia works but because they usually have some of the best angst <//333 at least the ones I've read. (Don't get me wrong tho, other transmigration works can be just as brutal)

WHAT– What do you mean by that?! Yes, and ur so mean with it >:(( /t /j It definitely hurt my soul that's for sure lol, I actually plan to reread svsss some time over my break. Thank you for having some faith, darling Dove </33

Hmm,, I really like Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, but I also like Feng Xin <33 What about you?? Who are your favorites?? /gen

He reminds me of a fairy, pretty boy pretty darling <333

Yes yes, I am very much a panna cotta of culture. Impressive, right?? <33

-panna cotta

As the cycle keeps on repeating over and over and over and overandoverandoverandover- Even if you don't remember things that have happened in the past (or at least, some times not completely), the two of you have descended into a thick pool of infatuated insanity. There's no longer any room for others, not for you nor Xie Lian.

There is only you. And there is only him.

When he finds you again, when he finally brings you home once more, everything is already set up in a way that is perfect for you. The joy felt is indescribable, but whenever you try to surprise him, you can't help but feel disappointed. What do you mean I've already done this? What do you mean you're happy to get another one? Isn't this the first time? No matter how many times you go through this cycle, it's gotten to the point where there doesn't seem to be anything new.

You'd be lying if it didn't make you worry. What if Xie Lian gets bored? What if he finally has enough of you? Even though you don't remember, it's been so long that it's engraved into your soul that you are his, and he is yours. You know that, just seeing the way he looks at you tells you. This deep rooted craving that you have, the dependency the two of you have has seeped into your bones and into the very matter that makes you two.

You can't leave him. You don't want to.

But what can you do to stop him if he ever decides to leave you?

You have to keep him. Tie him down here, to you. Connect his soul to yours, fuse your life with his. Even if you have to go against the very heavens, you will not let him leave.

you haven't given me a reason to trust you yet, foxtail🤨🤨🤨 /t (yes!!! best flower boy,,,, I want to hold him in my palms and look at him with love<///3)

'I'm actually writing a work based off of it lmao' don't be shy tell more🎤🎤🎤 right??? I love xiaxia for good angst and world hopping because it's very good, even if it's systems,,, always systems...... world hopper!reader in blessing??? someone??? interested???? /hj

you can try to talk before I start talking about it, you already look like a calf on a leash to everyone and even to your anons🤨🤨🤨 /t /j /hsrs I can be an cold CEO, but you're not a big-eyed, small-chested shorty who stumbles through every word and is an innocent sheep and whom everyone constantly drugging and tries to rape so that in the middle of the story she leaves the country and returns with a brilliant child, so it's not in your best interests to agree with this🙄😒 /t /j I'm trying even though you're trying to nullify even that<3 /t

mhm~ expect Hua Cheng and Xie Lian, it's Jun Wu and He Xuan<3 If I could, I would drown them in a puddle, but they are so complex and multifaceted that at the same time I want to kiss them<333

yes!!! pretty fairy boy, pretty<333 look at him, he's so cute, I want to bite his cheek and tell him what a baby he is while he is deeply anxious and almost depressed due to lack of support and isolation and an absolute needy mess because he was gaslighted so often that he can't let you go even for a minute :((( pretty<333333 love it when hot gentle men are deeply traumatized and clearly not mentally stable<333333333 /¾j

yes, for a lousy panna cotta like you, it's very impressive; perhaps one day you will become a good and sweet panna cotta, which is what you should be<333 /t /j

After all, given the White No-Face's prediction that Xia Lian will be abandoned by everyone and left alone, which has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, even more poisons his mind and stability when he sees that you are not always happy. He dares to believe — wants to believe — that you love him and want him, that this is at least partly untrue, that you will always be with him, always returning to him, always being loved by him, going against everything and giving up everything, that in your first life, that in current one — but when he sees how you become more and more sad and annoyed with each life, while not saying what is happening to you,,,, when he sees the dullness in your eyes at the sight of what seems to you as a 'too weak reaction', or when he does not answer the question whether it is the first place or a gift, instead saying how good he is, thanking you and smiling happily, but your smile is insincere and empty.

And he's not suspicious, and he's not depressed, and he's not paranoid, and he's not traumatized, and he's not clingy or needy at all — but he can't help but be emotionally overwhelmed when you become different, colder and distant, for the first time, whispering that he's beautiful, but immediately interrupting and instead smiling sadly, catching on the thought that you definitely don't say it for the first time, you don't do anything for the first time, you've already done it all before — and stroke his hair, soothing, rocking like a child, letting him relax during the influx of disturbing memories of how he hid head in your stomach or chest, looking for support and understanding, and doing the same now, only now he sees how you feel,

and it gives an alarming pain in his chest.

You're not thinking of leaving him, are you?

He can't live without you.

You can't.

You're the only one who can't leave him — never.

Perhaps Xie Lian reacts too... sharply when clings to you even more tightly, almost forbidding you to leave him, fearing that someone will attract your attention — even if you are not subject to his lack of any luck, this does not mean that his lucklessness will not cause you to leave. You are so perfect, so magnificent that he can't help but admire you and adore you, no one can help but adore you, even in your first life — otherwise you wouldn't be as well loved and famous if you were famous only for 'how you drove the Crown Prince crazy with love'. If there were guides to the Peach Spring that led souls to rest, then it would be you.

If you were a guide to the Peach Spring, he would be an eternal will-o'-the-wisp by your side, never able to leave you.

Your eyes look disappointed and dull when you feel that Xie Lian is trying to lie to you, saying that this is the first time, you have never given him something like this, — you see how anxious and diligent he is to make you believe that it has at least some damn value.

You don't know where he puts old things — throws away, burns, destroys? — and you can't help but struggle to ask him about it, but you know that he will look like a kicked puppy when he realizes that you have seen through him. Xie Lian kisses you so gently, like a butterfly touching your skin, even if it's already more than a thousand times, but you can't help but be overbearing, aggressive, digging into his skin with your nails when you kiss passionately and almost bloody, forcing him to obey and succumb to you, — but you still don't feel that your hunger is satisfied. Did your past reincarnations kiss him like that? Will your future reincarnations kiss him like that? You can't help but be disappointed and annoyed, feeling how he wants to relax you, but not understanding how, only giving in to your impulse, letting do whatever you want, experiencing an overwhelming rush of happiness and adoration that almost cries when realizes again that it's you, you're next, you're with him, you love him, you are his,

and he is yours.

When you ask him to relax, to trust you, Xie Lian sees no reason not to do it, obediently closing his eyes, and his face is so calm, serene, that you feel even more like you are becoming abnormal for him.

It's for his own good — you say when your fingers slide over his skin while you kiss his neck, feeling his long thin fingers grab you by the clothes, but his eyes, even though the eyelashes tremble, do not open, obeying — this is what you should have done with him a long time ago.

You don't know if your future reincarnations will do this, but you are sure that your past ones didn't, when your fingers slide over his naked body, drawing circles and symbols that he will definitely understand.

ok ok but light hua cheng x reader??? the reader who became a ghost after their death instead of being reborn, but hua cheng does not mind too much, even if he was late for too long, which left only your body, - and such an angry mood and hatred for the people who tormented your lover and made him so that you can't even rest in peace, wishing protect him, but at the same time warm up to a guy you know, but can't remember, and are very gentle to him, seeing how he cares about your lover, even if he can treat you too protectively & maybe teasingly when you're still a will-o'-the-wisp?🤨🤨🤨

#❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #🥮 — heaven official's blessing #✉.xie lian #✉.hua cheng #🧸.yandere au #🧸.unhealthy #🧸.problematic

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MAJOR UPDATE: Since these guys will be part of NCP now, I have updated this majorly. I decided that since they'd mostly be seen in their bathhouse job/the parents would prefer traditional clothing anyway, that I don't have to draw them modern looks for this ref. I'll just list their preferred styles below. (This is still missing Toushi's mum, but so far I have no design ideas for her)

...Funny how all 3 young adult kids of this fam are single, I didn't really plan it like that, but that's where we are currently.

Ages:

The twins and Toushi are around 100 years or so (They are the same generation with their more distant cousin and the protagonist, Jurou), their parents are somewhere between 200-300. (They are the same generation as Jurou's father Harrow)

POWERS:

Kouka: her shadow elemental powers take the shape of 5-9 foxtails that can turn into arms. She can also summon a full on shadow fox and ride and command it. She is also an excellent swords-woman and can utilize powerful fox fire like her mother, and can naturally devour souls like her father. Her shadows are easily the strongest in their family, even capable of overpowering her father.

Kuromoya: His shadows manifest as 3 massive arms with either eyes and mouths, that he can use for offense, defense, or just picking up unruly children. He is not a swordsman but very good with short blades, and generally strong enough to rip things apart with his bare hands.

Toushi: His shadow powers are mainly used as a medium for spreading their vision abilities, where he can manifest eyes into shadows to observe things, or even listen in on people secretly. They also have clairvoyant eyes in both his forehead and left palm, both of which serve a different purpose; Eye-hand allows him to see what kind of character someone is by just touching them, and forehead eye allows him to read minds. Toushi can also traverse through his shadows if he wants to. He can hide the forehead eye, but not the hand eye.

Rikka: An excellent swordswoman with strong foxfire flames, she can also naturally turn into a fox, and is quite fast and agile even in her older age.

Hanma: His shadow element tends to take the form of mist/smoke, that eventually turns into dozens or even hundreds of humanoid "soldiers" he can use to easily overwhelm even entire armies potentially, as these soldiers are not vulnerable to normal wounds or effects, being made of shadows. He is also a good swordsman thanks to his wife.

Friends:

Gouken Shura & Shika (a Vigour spirit (magic created powerful being basically) and a Chimera lady), Yume & Yaguro (A witch and a moth spirit, keepers of a nearby old Arcane Library)

Other important staff or family:

Issui, a kappa who works as a janitor in their bathhouse

Yago, a young Chimera they sort of adopted unofficially, who also works in their bathhouse. It turned out he was the long lost sibling of their visitor and friend, Shika.

Shizuka: A water spirit who is actually secretly the Deity of the lake the bathhouse is in, she just doesn't remember this herself

Araknos/Blackthorne family: The "head family" of the bloodline the Murasakis branched off from, though nowadays they don't use these terms, and Jurou is simply seen as their more distant cousin/Harrow a more distant uncle.

Taiga: Rikka's grandniece who also happens to be dating the cousin of their relative Jurou's adoptive son.

Personality summaries:

Kouka: Calm and collected lady who tends to be a strict but fair leader. She has a playful side too, that comes out mainly around people she trusts. Really good at flirting, sometimes does it just to fluster people she knows are attracted to her.

Kuromoya: Equally calm and relaxed, comes off lazy even at times. In truth he is very sharp minded and calculative, constantly analyzing the situation at hand and selecting his words and demeanor very closely. He only really lets loose in fights typically. Chooses to be nice despite his struggles to empathize with people.

Toushi: Friendly, optimistic and an excellent attentive host. They take their job seriously without having a stick up his ass, like the staff describes it. Has a good sense of humor and isn't afraid to act silly, but can easily take things more seriously and behave accordingly if needed.

Hanma: Quiet and secretive, people find him quite intimidating, but he has a soft core buried within his constant frown, which admittedly took some effort from Rikka and Hanma's sister to form originally. A brutal warrior if he wants to be, has had similar struggles to his son in the past, when it comes to empathy.

Rikka: Gentle but firm mother figure with a strong sense of justice, who generally refuses to compromise her own integrity even at the risk of her own life. A patient woman who is capable of seeing and bringing out the good that exists even in the most broken people.

ABOUT THE FAMILY:

They run a bathhouse that on top of day-to-day business, functions as sort of a safe haven for some people in need of help/people escaping abuse. This latter half is unofficial and technically against the law given it often leads to them potentially devouring the abuser, but Mirror Realm tends to be more lenient about vigilantism...

It also includes a section for gambling, drinking and dancing. They also sometimes lend a hand for their friends or the local townspeople with various issues, typically more dangerous ones they can't handle by themselves.

FAMILY HISTORY SUMMARY:

Family was "created" during the expansion of the British empire in human realm, where a member of the family married a local Japanese witch.

Unlike the main family, this one didn't automatically become long-living, so many generations passed when essentially only two did for Blackthornes. The first to-be long-living members were in fact Hanma and his siblings.

Hanma's father wanted to overthrow the "main branch" family to gain all their influence and power. At this point, Hanma had managed to unlearn a lot of the toxic thinking imposed into him by his father thanks to Rikka and his baby sister, so he was against this.

The Murasaki family were the ones who attacked and massacred majority of the Araknos/Blackthorne family members, with only the youngest child Harrow being spared, as Hanma, Rikka, and Hanma's sister showed up to stop them, resulting in both families being annihilated except for the three of them. (Hanma, Harrow, Hanma's baby sister)

Harrow met his future wife Yui when visiting Hanma and his family years later.

The family moved to the Mirrorverse once WW2 broke out, not wanting to get sucked into it. They had hesitated to do so before this, out of guilt over what Hanma's family had done to Harrow.

They run their bathhouse similarly to what they did in the human realm with the secret darker side, although now the forces in power are aware of their business, just choose to leave it be

Fun facts:

Toushi is nonbinary and uses both he and they, though won't mind she either most of the time. He's pan

Kuromoya is gay with slight preference towards pretty boy types

Kouka is Demiromantic bi (meaning she'd need to bond with you properly before developing any sort of romantic attachment)

Kuromoya has a naturally low level of empathy he inherited from his father, but he actively tries to behave and be aware of his words and actions, to cause as little harm as possible when its not necessary. This was also something he was taught by his father, who did not want him to make the same mistakes he did when younger.

Kouka's style outside the bathhouse tends to be either business casual, or have gothic vibes.

Kuromoya doesn't care too much what he wears, but his style could be described as sporty

Toushi LOVES dressing up, and his looks are often over-the-top and glamorous.

The parents tend to not dress in modern clothing

Toushi LOVES cute fluffy things and will squeal over them with big sparkly eyes and squished cheeks.

Toushi enjoys hosting "girls nights" and is especially close with Yume, the witch managing the nearby library, often gossiping with her about things, mainly about her BF Yaguro.

Kuromoya is seen as Yago's primary parental figure, whereas Kouka is more of a big sister, and Hanma and Rikka honorary grandparents. Kiryo is just Kiryo

Hanma has a soft spot for kids, and is especially fond of his distant Grandniece Hitomi (Jurou's daughter) and let's her sit on his lap during visits (once she gets past how intimidating he is)

Rikka often asks Jurou how her grandniece Taiga is doing, since she knows Jurou does interact with her regularly

This bathhouse is a fairly common visiting spot for Jurou's family, though OFC the kids are forbidden from going to the "adult" section, aka the drinking and gambling area.

#artists on tumblr #my ocs #lumi’s art scribbles #lumi’s chaotic creations #lumi's chaotic creations #lumi's art scribbles #Night city parlor #Murasaki siblings #Kouka Murasaki #Kuromoya Murasaki #Hanma Murasaki #Rikka Murasaki #Toushi Murasaki

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