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loaksbitch · 1 year

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just imagine jake sully kneeling and begging to make you feel good, eat you out while he got you leaning on his shoulder :( — i live for this man, he’s such sweet boy.

warnings – jake kneeling in front of you needs his own warning ok? begging, cunnilingus, rough kissing, jake using “my girl” as a thing, him asking for your needs, mini hint of edging, eye contact while going down on you… enjoy babies!

— wc — 1.6k !! like + reblogs are super appreciated

“tell me what you want.” — jake sully (⨳)

your back was pressed against the tree, gut twisting with excitement as you feel your mate nudges your nose, standing in front of you,

“tell me what you want.” his raspy voice sips in your ear and you almost moan. the pad of his fingers ghosting your skin, creating an electrical feeling. you’re about to lose it.

you’re unable to process his words, not until he was leaning to kiss your slightly open mouth. “you’ll do what i want?” you ask, breath escalating and airy with desire that you can’t pinpoint. you suddenly feel him humming and leaning to give the corner of your mouth a kitten lick.

jake watches you flutter your eyes shut, biting your plump lip to stop yourself from moaning loud, leaning against the tree he had you pressed to.

the man in front of you speaks, “i’ll do whatever you want me to.” he breathes against your cheekbone, “just tell me what you want.” he runs his large palm on your waist. you’re both in the forest, vulnerable and exposed to anything.

the simple thought of being easily caught excites you, it is as if someone would literally spot you both anytime. “what if someone comes here?” there’s a hesitation in your tone and your man chuckles, “then we’ll entertain them.”

he sounded serious, no, scratch that, he is serious.

this wasn’t the first time jake asked to please you, you have had him begging you to ride him and choke him. you want to remember the feeling of dominance after a while and so jake asking you to tell him what you want him to do to you was a literal gate for your desire to be fulfilled.

“tell me,” you feel him pressing his lower abdomen on you, his restrained bulge poking your side.

he was literally begging, does he want to please you that bad? gladly.

“get on your knees.”

jake maintained eye contact when he dropped on his knees, kneeling in front of you and taking your figure with lust hooded eyes. no question asked, he waited for another demand from you. and you, on other hand you now finally understood why your filthy submission always drove him crazy.

you’re so exquisite when standing in front of him and ordering him like he was a fucking kinky pet.

“take of my loincloth.” you spit and jake slowly brings his hand up, fingers gently hooking and starts to untie the rope from your hips and tail. his touch was like a fire on your skin, full of love and warmth and lust.

he slid them down your legs, his eyes staring at your pretty and flawless skin, but they came to halt when they landed at your bare sex exposed to him. jake was shameless when he licked his lips, making his desire shown.

you’re not stupid enough to not get a hint and you had to do something about it.

“you want to taste me?” you ask him and watch his eyes latch from your pussy and lock with yours before huffing. “baby,” he says, “it’s not about what i want.” your breath hitches at the choice of homs words but you want him to admit before you fail to keep yourself strong.

“that’s not what i asked.” your stern voice does something to him. “do you want to taste me?” you repeat yourself and watch jake’s ear flatten against his ear.

“yes.” he whispers.

on eywa you swore you almost came right there, especially with the sight of your man whimpering to have a taste of you. you push down the nervousness and slid your two fingers down to your slick folds.

jake doesn’t even bother to blink when he sees your slim fingers part your own folds and massage your clit. his dick painfully throbbed when he hears you sigh softly and flick your fingers side to side on your clit.

you let a quiet whimper out when you pull your damp fingers back and bring them to jake’s mouth.

he doesn’t even need you to say it once because he was now opening his lips and inviting you. jake rolls his pink, flat tongue out that was longer than you always draw in your mind. you push your fingers to his mouth and he closed his lips, eyes closing and breathing with his nose when he sucked with despair.

you gasp when he moans against your finger, the vibration tingling up to your arm and whole body. he was more than throbbing, precum was probably leaking out of his tip by now but jake was too pressed in pleasing you right now.

you blink and mewl, silently wanting him to give your pussy the same attention he was giving your fingers.

jake was now leaving your fingers with a slight ‘pop’ and looking up at you. he had licked your finger clean, now desperate for your heat. your mate came closer, leaning to your pulsing sex but you’re fast enough to tug on his braided hair and make him look up at you.

you had him with his head tilted up and questioning you why you just stopped him.

“i never said you can do that yet.” you say and jake dares to whine. “let me make you feel good, princess.” your walls tighten just with his words, he was going to kill you with those desperate amber eyes.

jake leans to your tummy, resting his head on you and whimpering. “please?” he begs, ears twitching when you run your fingers on them. it was as if he was in pain and the only healing was you. the hand that was tracing on his ears fist on is braids and jake moans at the feeling before you’re pulling him to your jewel.

you screwed your eyes shut when he wrapped his lips on your throbbing clit and sucked ever so gently, swirling his tongue over your bud and grazing his sharp teeth on it. he leans back, pretty much annoyed when you keep closing your legs. “i need you to open your legs, can you do that fr’me?” he breathes and you knit your brows.

you nod and do what you’re told and jake gets back to his torture. minutes don’t pass when you’re bucking your hips which you almost fell if it wasn’t for his tight grip on your hips.

he groans and pulls back, his chin glistening with your wetness before he was swinging your left leg on his shoulder. “hold on tight.” jake says before dipping his head into your soaked cunt. “jake,” you softly moan at the feeling of his hot tongue.

you don’t know what to hold until the man kneeling down and pleasing you was sliding his left hand up and lacing his fingers with your small ones. he doesn’t miss how your body curves when he grinds his nose on your sensitive nub, tongue pushing past your folds and fucking you.

he was making you see stars, the whole place was glowing in your eyes.

you’re rhythmically pulsing in his mouth and jake sighs through his nose. his finger lacing with yours squeezes your hand on his, telling you he got you and will hold you through your orgasm.

“jake, i love you.” you moan and feel him quicken with his tongue. you’re so close that he can feel it, it was as if he was chasing for your release more than you are trying to.

he holds you close, loving how you rock your hips against his face and using him like a toy. your slightly rough tugs on his hair driving him insane, you only needed one push to let go and so you did.

jake groans satisfied, lapping on your arousal and getting you clean. your eyes slightly widened when he got on his feet fast and before you could process what’s wrong with him, he took your mouth in his, his teeth clamoring together when he made you taste yourself in his tongue.

your body shudders when his tongue glides over the roof of your mouth and you moan, knees buckling. jake chuckles into the kiss, holding you by your waist. “you’re gonna fall on me?” he broke the kiss, gently nudging your nose with his and taking your addicting scent through his nose.

“let me make you feel good too.” you ignore him, your hands trailing down before cupping on his fully grown bugle, jake was quick though, wrapping his large hand on your wrist and shaking his head. “today is about you, my girl.” he says and your heart flutters.

a smile cripples to your lips, before you’re tiptoeing and pulling him to you for a kiss. jake laughs slightly surprised and kisses you back. “c’mon let’s get you dressed and get home, hm?” you lean back from the kiss, slowly nodding.

“alright, let me dress you.” he says, bending down to fetch your loincloth. “i love you, princess.” you bite your lips, watching his swipe his arm over his mouth and chin to clean his face and grab on your cloth to dress you. “i love you too.” you murmur.

this was supposed to be written like… a week ago but guess which bitch decided to write now and share it to you? definitely not me 😵‍💫 — like + reblogs are super appreciated!

you better had enjoyed my whore thots y’all — i love each and every one of you! mwah <3

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Did You Hear That?

minors, ageless and blank blogs do not interact.

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x reader (x Iwaizumi Hajime)

summary: Matsukawa is just the kind of person to accept a call during sex. and turns out, maybe both you and best friend Iwaizumi kinda likes it.

warnings/tags: AFAB!reader, established relationship, kind of voyeurism, kind of exhibitionism, v/ V/ soft dom tendencies, hair pulling, vaginal penetration, kind of phone sex (if you can even call it that).

word count: 1k

A/N: For some reason this appeared in my head at work, and I just had to write it. I literally just finished it and i’m straight on to posting. you’re welcome.

read part 2 here.

His phone buzzed on the bed beside you. With half a mind, you glance at the screen as it lights up in your face to see the caller-id reading “Iwaizumi”. It wasn’t new that he’d be calling Matsukawa at any time of day. But yet, your muscles tensed when you saw Matsukawa’s hand reaching for the phone.

“Issei–” Your voice came out strained and your own hands fisted in the sheets underneath you. Matsukawa simply laughed that low rumbling laugh as he picked the phone from the bed, the other hand still firmly holding your hips in place. “Please–”

“Hey,” Matsukawa cut you off, as he spoke into the phone. Angling his hips, a deep thrust into your cunt had you biting down hard to keep the moan in your throat from slipping past your lips. “What’s up?”

Matsukawa moved his hand to your ass, squeezing the fat of your cheeks. Rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, he slowly pumped his thick cock into you. In the dim light, you saw your knuckles turning white against the fabric, as you tried to steady yourself. Brace yourself against his pelvis, repeatedly rocking against you.

“I don’t think so, why?” Had you been at your senses full might, you probably would’ve wondered how he managed to sound so composed. His labored breathing suddenly steady as he spoke to one of your shared best friends. Maybe it did cross your mind. Gritting your teeth, you turned your head and looked at him. The bastard even had the nerve to smirk at you, when your eyes locked. As if testing how far he could go, Matsukawa snaked his hand around your thighs, fingers pressing against your swollen clit. Your mouth slacked and you didn’t manage to catch the gasp that tore through you. Matsukawa’s smirk grew even wider as he spoke into the phone, managing to sound only a tiny bit smug as he did so.

“Yeah, I think we could do tha–'' clenching down hard around his cock, you cut him off as he had to fight a groan that battled furiously to escape the prison of his throat. Leveling a glare at you, you smiled your most innocent smile. But maybe you shouldn’t have. Matsukawa swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed you down against the bed, pounding into you at full force, and for a moment you couldn’t stop yourself from worrying that Iwaizumi would hear the wet slaps of Matsukawa’s balls against your pussy through the phone. But then you didn’t, when Matsukawa spoke again.

“No she’s right here, why don’t you ask her yourself?” He said and your eyes widened. “A’right, hang on. I’ll put you on speaker.” A moment later, Matsukawa’s phone landed on the bed next to your head, as his pace let up, only just enough for you to be able to speak. Matsukawa pulled your head to the side enough for you to face him as he pointedly nodded at the phone. You swallowed hard as your eyes threatened to roll back.

“H-hello?” you managed.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s voice came through the speakers. “I was just asking Mattsun, if you guys had any plans next saturday,” he explained.

“Mhm–”

“Makki and I were going to see Oikawa’s game. You wanna come?” Your mind was spinning and you found yourself nodding under Matsukawa’s hold. His free hand pinched at your asscheek and you almost yelped out at the sudden stinging sensations. Then you managed to look at him and saw that same pointed look on his face. You’d forgotten to actually reply.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out against the linen pressed to your cheek. “I’d– I’d like that.”

“Cool.” You hoped that that would be it, but then Matsukawa’s finger found your clit again. “Call me when you’re done fucking so we can plan it, okay?” Matsukawa rubbed circular motions.

“Nah man, let’s just get it settled,” Matsukawa suggested, shaking you to your core with the soft rumble of his voice and the following laugh. A soft moan tumbled over your lips before you had the chance to stop it, which had your face burning even hotter than before, as Matsukawa rewarded you with a particularly harsh flick of your clit.

“You guys might be into this shit, but i’m not, so let’s just–”

“You’re not?” Matsukawa cut Iwaizumi off, challenge evident in his words.

“No.”

“Really? Because I heard the way your words just cracked at the end there,” Matsukawa pressed, cock still spearing you open over and over and again. “I heard the way it trembled.”

“Piss off,” Iwaizumi mumbled, and you couldn’t help the mewl that passed through the mic of the phone at the tone of his voice. At the thought of him enjoying listening in.

“Oh,” Matsukawa’s smirk was so loud it could literally be heard in his voice. “Did you hear that? She liked that. Do you want to hear her cum?”

“Issei–” your own voice cracked. You felt a familiar heat starting to build up in your insides.

“Mattsun,” Iwaizumi warned, but he still didn’t deny further, that he might actually be into this. He on his end knew that he should’ve hung up long ago. He’d known the moment Matsukawa picked up and he should have said he’d call back later. But he hadn’t.

“That a no?” Matsukawa asked. “Pity, she seems to be really close, aren’t you baby?” He said, directing the last words at you. Nodding your head in reply had Matsukawa pulling your head back harshly. “Use your words. Tell ‘im.”

“Y-Yes,” you whined. “I’m close.”

“Good girl,” Matsukawa cooed, but didn’t get to say anymore before you braved yourself and spoke again.

“Please– Hajime–” the sound of Iwaizumi inhaling sharply came through the speakers. “Want you to hear me cum.” You never would have thought yourself into this, but now that you were in the situation, your head was spinning and the coil in the pit of your stomach wound harder than it ever had before.

“O-okay–” He was breathless through the phone when he agreed.

“Can I– Please–”

“It’s alright.” Matsukawa picked his pace up just a little, and the moans kept spilling over your lips. “Tell her she can cum,” he instructed at the phone.

“Can I?” you whined breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi swallowed audibly around the lump in his throat. “You can cum.”

And it snapped. It snapped in a blaze that had you seeing stars.

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serenescribe · 8 months

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a very happy birthday to mica @0rchidm4ntis my beloved!! i wrote them a gift fic featuring our selkie silver au :D i hope you all enjoy it as much as they did!

When Silver comes to, it’s to the scent of salt in the ocean’s breeze and the chill of the night’s air against his exposed skin.

He shudders, teeth chattering as he hunches into himself, instinctively moving to hug himself. Something soft and heavy wraps around him, draped over his shoulders, the fluffy fabric shielding his skin from the cold night. Blinking in surprise, he glances up, watching as a face comes into view — crimson red eyes, black hair with streaks cut into a stylish bob. It takes a little while for his exhausted mind, muddled with fog, to catch up, but Silver eventually relaxes as he recognises the sight of his father.

“Silver,” Lilia murmurs, hands coming to rest on the fabric cloaking his shoulder. Silver drinks in the sight of him: dressed in a loose sweater and sweatpants, feet covered by boots. A warm hand reaches up to stroke his cheek; “How are you feeling?” his father asks him, voice low amidst the sound of the sea breeze.

“I’m…” Silver swallows, throat dry. “I’m fine,” he replies, leaning into the touch.

Lilia exhales, a small smile gracing his face. “That’s good,” he says, leaning away from him. With him taking a step back, Silver takes a moment to glance over his shoulders, to peer around where they are. He twists his foot against the ground, the grooves of the wooden planks below rubbing into the soles of his cold feet — they stand on one of the many piers along the beach their town is most known for, the silence only broken by the crashing of the waves against the poles of the pier they are on.

“Ah,” Silver breathes, eyes transfixed by the mesmerising pattern of the sea, swishing back and forth as though she were a graceful dancer. He turns away as he feels a hand come to rest on his arm, meeting his father’s concerned eyes. “Did it happen again?” At Lilia’s wordless nod, Silver stifles a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry, Father,” he murmurs, heat flustering his cheeks; he truly does feel ashamed. “How late must it be…? You should not have had to sacrifice your own sleep to stop me.”

“And let you walk into the ocean asleep?” Lilia retorts, a sudden fierceness seizing his words. Silver squirms as he feels a finger tap his forehead; “What must be going on in that mind of yours to say such a thing? I am your father, Silver. What kind of a parent would I be to let my son go sleepwalking off the pier?”

He presses his lips together, not knowing how to respond to that. In all fairness, his father has a point — if it were Lilia who was constantly walking off in a sleep-struck haze, headed each and every time to the ends of the creaking piers, Silver would gladly give up every minute of sleep to stop him and guide him back home. But because the situation as it stands involves the opposite — Silver walking, and his father stopping — Silver cannot help but feel bad.

He knows his father is not young, even if he does have an awful habit of staying up into the wee hours of the morning. Silver hates the thought of burdening him in any capacity.

A hand reaches for his own, fingers interlocking together before squeezing tightly. “Come now,” his father tells him, a soft smile on his face, the faintest etchings of wrinkles crinkling his features — even at his age, he still retains a youthful allure he takes pride in. “Let’s go home, Silver.”

And Silver obliges. He allows Lilia to pull him away from the pier’s edge, his bare feet — cold and aching, the extent of the abuse seeping in with each step taken away, his head and senses clearing as he comes back to himself — padding against cold, wet wood, before landing on soft sand and then a coarse path. His other hand creeps up instinctively to clutch at the soft fabric draped over his shoulder, and upon closer examination, glancing down as Lilia leads him away, Silver realises that his father’s coat is wrapped around his shoulders.

“Father,” Silver calls, as Lilia leads them across a deserted road, barely any vehicles driving about in the dead of night. Above them, the stars twinkle bright; here, with the lights switched off in this small town of theirs, with only some flickering street lights to guide their way, the sea of stars wink down from up high. “Are you not cold?”

“I’ll be fine, Silver.” His father waves his free hand as though dismissing his concerns. “Really, dear, it’s sweet of you to keep fussing over me, but you ought to spare a bit of concern for yourself.” Glancing over his shoulder, those dark eyebrows press together as Lilia looks at him. “Again you’ve sleepwalked to the beach on your own, and yet you continue to fuss over me. Ah, I should have brought an extra pair of shoes with me…”

“Father, it’s fine!” Silver blurts out when he sees him stop, moving to tug his boots off his feet. “Really,” Silver insists when Lilia gives him a hard stare. “I appreciate the thought, but I don’t think your shoes would fit me anyway…”

“Right,” Lilia sighs, abandoning the plan. Pressing a hand against his chin, he shakes his head morosely. “Really, why must you have grown so tall, dear? I do miss the days when you were much smaller than me; how adorable you were back then, toddling around in my shoes, trying to be taller!” “Father!”

A cheerful laugh echoes out in the cool night, and Silver cannot help but relax at the familiar sound, the sweet melody of home, of his father. Lilia continues to lead the way, their hands intertwined, low voice beginning to tumble into a tangent about how he wishes Silver were smaller, if only so he could carry him once again! Silver leans into the sound, allowing it to trickle into his ears and consume his thoughts; his heart fills with such a fierce warmth, the powerful love he holds for the man who took him in, who raised him into who he is today.

(And yet, with every step taken away from the pier, the beach, the endless rippling waves of saltwater, it is like something weighs down his every step. Some innate part of him struggles to go home, to leave the sea — come back, she sings to him, a siren’s song luring him back… back…

…What was he thinking about again?)

Click!

Warm lights flood the house as they step inside. Silver shudders, his feet sore and utterly cold, but he still forces himself to hang up his father’s coat as Lilia takes off his shoes, leaving them by the door. “You ought to go warm yourself up,” Lilia tells him, stepping over to press a hand all over Silver’s face, before glancing down at his poor, abused feet. “Why not take a hot shower?”

So Silver does. The warm water reignites him, muscles relaxing into the gentle spray of heat as he washes off any lingering traces of sand and sea. By the time he’s done, changed into a fresh pair of pyjamas, his previous ones dirtied by his unplanned excursion, he comes down to the kitchen to see his father brewing something with the kettle. “Here,” Lilia tells him, sliding a mug across their wooden dining table; Silver wrinkles his nose at the strong smell that wafts off the dark surface of the liquid, far too many intermingling scents overpowering his nostrils. “A nice cup of tea to help you sleep later.”

“Thank you, Father,” Silver says, pretending as though he doesn’t want to gag at the pungent stench. He holds his breath as he takes a sip, choking the hot liquid down. It isn’t as bad as his father’s usual blends, he discovers. Unless I’ve managed to get used to it?

For a while, they sit in silence. Lilia sits across from him, nursing a mug of his own, twin steaming cups of hot tea they both sip at periodically. There is no sound; the radio is off and the windows are closed. Silver finds that he doesn’t mind the quiet atmosphere, not when he can see the serene expression on his father’s face — a smile, intermingled with what Silver thinks is relief.

It isn’t until he’s managed to finish about half the cup and has slid it away from him that he hears his father speak. “How much do you remember of tonight, Silver?”

It’s a question Lilia asks him whenever this recurring incident of sleepwalking to the piers occurs, regardless of whether he brings it up on the walk home, while he’s tucking Silver into bed, or even as they stand at the edge of the wooden boardwalk. Silver reaches for the cup — not to drink, but rather to wrap his fingers around the warm ceramic, fingers tapping lightly on the smooth surface, a graphic labelled ‘World’s Best Son’ plastered across it (His father has a matching one). He wracks his brain, sifts through his thoughts, only to sigh and say, “I only remember going to bed. Then… nothing.”

Lilia purses his lips, a shadow falling over his face. “So it’s just like every other time,” he murmurs.

Guilt gnaws at his insides. “I’m sorry, Father—”

“How many times must I remind you not to apologise for this?” His father interrupts him, voice stern, and Silver’s mouth immediately snaps shut. Lilia softens almost immediately after, the corners of his eyes creasing as he glances at him before saying, kindly, “This is not your fault, Silver.”

“B-but I know how much you don’t like me going to the sea—”

“If I found out you walked to the piers with the intention of jumping in while conscious, then yes, I would be mad.” A finger painted with black nail polish, chipped and peeling off, rubs against the rim of the mug. Lilia presses his other hand against his cheek, though he doesn’t pull his eyes away from Silver, staying focused on his son. “But sleepwalking there with no recollection of doing so? My dear, why would I ever be mad at you for doing such a thing? It would be punishing you for something you have no control over.”

“I wish I did.”

The words come spilling out before he can stop himself. Silver winces, tearing his gaze away. He stares pointedly off to the side, fixating on a potted plant tucked in a corner of the room, leaves flush with green health, a sign of how much effort Silver has put into tending to their houseplants. Eventually, he hears “Silver—”

“I know,” Silver sighs, shrinking into himself. “I’m sorry, Father.”

“Again, why must you continue to apologise?” Steepling his fingers together, Lilia narrows those crimson eyes at him, chin resting on his interlocked hands. “Issues of your health are not your fault, Silver. And while I can understand your frustration about having zero control over this situation…”

His eyes soften. “Try not to be so hard on yourself about it,” he tells him. “Alright?”

And despite the bile at the back of his mouth, the way his stomach twists itself into anxious knots over it, Silver nods silently. What else could he possibly say that wouldn’t cause Lilia to lecture him about his self-imposed standards?

Lilia leans back in his chair. “Good,” he says, satisfied. “It’s rather late. If you aren’t going to finish your tea, you ought to head to bed.”

Silver agrees. Which is why he pushes out his chair, attempting to bring the mug over to the sink only for his father to bat his hands away, assuring him that he will take care of it. But Silver winds up lingering in the kitchen doorway, watching as Lilia dumps the leftover tea down the drain before rinsing both cups and leaving them to dry. His hand wraps around the side of the doorway, hesitating to leave and go climb up the stairs, and it isn’t long before his father notices his presence, turning around and blinking at him with wide, curious eyes. “What is it, Silver?”

“Could you…?” Silver hesitates, glancing off to the side, a sudden swell of embarrassment seizing him. How old is he now, sixteen? And yet he still feels the urge to ask his father to accompany him upstairs to bed, as though he were a child… Really, if Sebek were to see him now, Silver would be in for a slew of remarks about how childish he’s acting. But all the same, Silver is exhausted and, strangely enough, sad; is it so wrong for him to wish for Lilia to bring him to bed?

In the end, he needs not voice any of his internal dilemmas. “Would you like me to come with you?” Lilia asks.

Silver nods.

So his father brings him upstairs, tucking him into bed as though he were a child again. He finds Silver’s old plush toy, the one he’s had since he was but a baby — a ratty little bat toy he’d affectionately named ‘Mr Batty,’ when he was old enough to ascribe it a title. “I remember when you were just barely bigger than him,” Lilia reminisces as Silver tugs the plush from his hands, a smile dancing across his lips. “Why, I believe I still have some pictures somewhere of that!”

He feels his cheeks pink, arms wrapped around the tattered toy — patched up with fabric scraps over the years and re-stuffed with cotton filling. Silver leans into his father’s touch as Lilia wraps his arms around him, before pecking a kiss against his forehead; it soothes the part of him that feels vulnerable and strangely sad, a feeling that has lingered with him ever since he’d left the beach. “Don’t go wandering off to the sea now,” he teases as he reaches for his table lamp, grabbing hold of the chain. “I doubt I’ll be able to wake up a second time tonight!”

And when Lilia leaves the room, his body a silhouette in the doorway, light from the hall streaming through the door, Silver raises his head. “I love you, Papa,” he calls out sleepily, the old name he’d used when he was but a child slipping out without thinking.

Tired as he is, falling asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, he does not notice the way his father lingers in the doorway, one hand resting on the jamb as he gazes at his sleeping son. Nor does he see the expression of twisted regret that taints his features, shielded by the shadows of the room — his brows dipping downwards, lips pressed thin, a dull look entering his weary eyes. Guilt, that’s what it is, an emotion so strong it spreads throughout every inch of his body — his tense shoulders, quivering hands, and the almost obsessive way he seems to look at Silver over and over.

“Love you too, Silver,” Lilia breathes, after a while. He closes the door with nary a sound, and retreats back to his room, making sure the old baby monitor he’d dug out of storage is still working on his end — a way for him to detect sound, to tell when Silver’s begun sleepwalking again.

Remorse claws at him from within, tearing into him with deep gouges. Lilia detests it — the idea of deceiving Silver in any capacity, of the white lies that spill past his lips; he always wakes up because he’s been keeping a deliberate ear out for Silver through the little monitor he’s hidden amidst Silver’s numerous stuffed toys and pillows.

But for as long as that seal’s skin lays under Lilia’s bed, tucked away in its chest, Lilia will keep his secrets close to his heart. In the end, he will do whatever it takes to keep his son safe and by his side.

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #personal writing #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twst writing #twst silver #lilia vanrouge #selkie silver au #\o/ yaaaayyy!!! gift fics!! i love gift fics!!!!!!!#i love selkie silver au lots and mica n i have talked abt it lots #so you might see more of it in the future!!!!!

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coyotehusk · 8 months

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Hello- are you still accepting requests? If so- More Mica. Please. Thank you.

I didn’t realize Mica would have some fans. He’s just a plain ol’ guy. Taking out the trash.

Ask box still open for prompts! I just might be a little slow to respond. :)

#ask box #coyote husk draws #my oc #mica #blood #body bag #he can only emote slight annoyance and emptiness #hmmm fun fact about Mica #he’s got a terrible sweet tooth #Carmel is his favorite #also I have a little Drabble #that y’all might like #just gotta work up the nerve to post it lulz

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superbattrash · 9 months

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Petition to reverse the hours in the day

Because good lord, I write so much better past midnight but it’s not good for me to stay up this late

#especially considering I don’t sleep much these days #oh well #zosan fic coming along nicely #YOU HEAR THAT MICA #I CALLED IT A FIC NOT A DRABBLE #YOU WIN #misha rants

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levi-my-beloved · 2 years

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ok hello your theme 😍

i wanna like pick out crocs for levi with u.

maybe a croc charm that literally says “peg the patriarchy”

mica i’m so far deep into my gothic vampire slayer era like idk how to crawl out of here pls toss me a rope or something :”)

OH. MY. GOD. CAN WE PLEASE DO THIS????

levi with crocs? immaculate. levi with crocs that have a little charm saying “peg the patriarchy”?

the crocs stay on during pegging…

#essa’s inbox #mooty moots <3 #the lovely mica <3 #I WANNA WRITE A LEVI IN CROCS DRABBLE #just him doing random things in crocs #vibing at the beach and actually being HAPPY to go in the sea #cuz he’s wearing ✨crocs✨

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hxdrostorms · 7 months

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@amalgamatus has sent: Flashback (for Aldebaran)

Send "Flashback" for a look at something in my muse's past. [Accepting, SPECIFY MUSE]

Aldebaran can't remember when exactly, the way he looked at Mu changed. When their friendship gained a new layer to it. They were very young. But the sentiment they had built for one another was very mature, for their ages.

They were merely 13 years olds, but they saw in each other, an entire future ahead of them together.

No words could possibly explain or even express, what was going through the young gold saints. Their cosmos resonated with each other, in an unique way. As if they had practically sealed their fates to one another.

Aiolia was merely a small speckle, almost like a background noise that could easily be ignored by both of them. Had it not been by how loud he really was. After all, he was there to get his armor fixed by Mu. And they weren't subtle about how, he wasn't exactly their focus.

But the moment the Leo saint had stepped out of the scene. For a small moment, all that Mu and Aldebaran had for themselves were one another. The Sanctuary wouldn't be able to get to them, until almost an week later.

Despite the obvious sign of an imminent threat coming their way, all they could really focus on was each other. It was very selfish of these two, to prioritize one another.

But they were just 13 years olds, enjoying this moment of intense joy and peace. Something that was reserved, only for these two, and no one else would get in their way.

Those were the thoughts that crossed the Taurus saint's mind, during the long and difficult battle against the titans and Chronos. He would return to Mu alive, and nothing could possibly get in the way of that.

At the age of 14, Mu and Aldebaran became husbands.

#« taurus aldebaran : hc »#thank you for the ask!#amalgamatus #« taurus aldebaran : drabbles »#They are consuming my braincells micA

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no1frogfan · 1 year

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Untitled Miyuki Kazuya phone sex drabble

Miyuki Kazuya x afab reader

Word count: ~1.5k

Tags & warnings: SMUT-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon phone sex (reader doesn’t know? Miyuki can hear them, ecouteurism), masturbation (m&f), Miyuki is a desperate virgin, a touch of angst

Note: In a FRENZY due to this art by nume, and fever-fueled by writings by ix & mica. I wasn’t trying to make this as long as I predicted, but it’s not surprising I guess that this art has me so fucking depraved

Part 2, the next day

bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz bzzzzzzzzzz

bzzzzzzzzzz bzz—

He quickly swipes to answer.

“ ‘llo?” he mumbles.

No response.

“Hello?” Miyuki repeats, a little louder, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Still no response.

He pulls the phone back. It’s you calling, and — he squints at the display the top of the screen — it’s just past 2am. What could you possibly be calling about at this hour? Did something happen? Is something wrong? He throws the covers off and presses the phone back to his ear, calling your name louder than before.

Finally, he hears something. A rustle, then—

A soft gasp.

More rustling. A keen.

He’s wide awake now, palms starting to sweat, free hand clutching his knee. What’s happening?

Another gasp, no a moan.

It can’t be. You can’t be.

He turns the volume up, holds his breath. Rapt.

Fabric brushes against the phone. You’re adjusting yourself, settling with a drawn-out hum. Your delicate sighs start again, breaths shallower and quicker, and there’s no mistaking it now. Miyuki sits transfixed at the edge of his bed, grateful for the tile against the soles of his feet to cool the need burning in his blood.

Your voice gets pitchier, throat tensing to a quiet whine.

He’s picturing you now, head pressed against your pillow, fingers dancing around your clit. Maybe you’ve dipped one or two inside already, drawing out the slick pooling there and smearing it over your slit. He’s never been so hungry, and he doubts anything else could taste as sweet. Saliva floods his mouth at the thought. The skin there must be so velvety and sensitive. He wants to nip at your inner thighs, suck at that little bundle of nerves, run his hot tongue over your lips and bury it in your soaking core.

He wants to make you grind against his face, frantic, make you whine louder. He’s never done it before but he’s a fast learner. He’s sure he could.

You mewl, and Miyuki answers with his own hushed whimper. It feels like all the blood in his body is pulsing along the length of his cock. He shifts to relieve the tension between his legs, but even a slight flinch has his sensitive head chafing against his boxer briefs, the sensation making his jaw clench.

The sharp pain of his fingernails digging into his thighs brings him hurtling back to his room. The phone is pressed so hard against his ear that it may as well be fused into the side of his skull.

He looks down, and the size of the damp patch on his underwear draws out another whimper. He’s so hard it hurts.

He slowly unlatches his hand from his thigh and reaches over to palm himself lightly over the fabric, inhales and exhales rattling like yours every time he runs his thumb over the head.

You choke out a moan, and…you must have bumped the phone because nothing is muffled anymore. Suddenly he can hear the rough edges of your desire, and it sends an agonizing pang straight to his — NO. He has to stop. He should hang up. You’ve called him by accident. He shouldn’t be listening.

He should hang up.

This isn’t right.

He should hang up.

He wrenches the phone away from his ear. Or, he’s just about to, he swears he was, but he hears a squelch. A squelch. Fuck how wet are you? Your cries are throatier now with every thrust of your…fingers? A toy? What he wouldn’t give to know. The wet slap slap slap betrays how absolutely fucking soaking you must be.

And he’s only human, isn’t he?

He can only take so much, he justifies to himself as he pulls down the band of his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock with a shudder of relief. It smacks him hard in the abdomen, flinging pearly drops of precum across his chest.

Kazuya spits on his palm and rubs it over the head of his cock, smearing sweat and spit and pre as he slowly drags his hand along the length of his veiny shaft. His fingers catch lightly on the skin with each stroke. He leans over to dribble more saliva onto it. If he were there he could just dip the swollen head into your folds, wet it with a grind along your drenched pussy.

He’s been working up his courage for weeks, and this is what it’s come to, rubbing one out, alone, in the dark. It’s almost sad that he can’t dream of anything better, but he doesn’t regret it, especially not when he hears you fumble around, the glide of wood against wood. A click. A light buzzing. You swoon.

He responds with an unwitting groan.

His tendons flex as he pumps himself faster, desperate impatience winning out over his desire to bask in the moment.

“Ohhhhh fuck,” you wail.

You’re writhing around now, sheets rubbing against the mic, hoarse gasps sounding against his ear. Kazuya’s mouth has gone dry. His back arches, his quaking abs are covered in a sheen of sweat as he strains with the effort of holding back. He wants to slow down, the pressure keeps building, he wants to prolong this so bad but he’s so fucking close already and he can’t stop.

His knuckles have gone white around the phone. His breath only able to come out in short little wheezes. The heat in his core builds. His balls feel tight, he’s right there.

You’re just as much of a mess. Every clap against your sopping cunt practically reverberates off the walls in perfect time with his fist.

Between your sobbing pleas, the thwack of skin against skin, between your screams and his, he can just make out— “Fuck, I’m so close” — the sound of you begging, “ ‘m so-o close -uki— oh my g— just like that, please, please— fu-uck me -uya, just like that.”

Fear flickers deep in his brain (his hand never slows down), you’re calling for Tetsuya, you’ve got to be, you want fucking Yuuki (you’re close now too, your words croaky) who’s so charismatic, who’s a (fuck, he’s right there, he’s right there) much better captain, who’s—

A lightning strike, a brilliant burst against the inside of his eyelids, a shockwave. He convulses, chokes, shouts when he cums. He bucks uncontrollably against his fist as white hot ropes shoot up, over and over, more than he’s ever cum, more than he thought possible, splattering against his neck, his chest, his stomach. He lets out a long, quivering whine. It’s too much it’s too much but there’s more, there’s still more, more thick streaks paint his pecs, hit him in the chin. He’s disoriented, aching, almost delirious by the time the spurts get weaker, globbing on his thighs and leaking down his shaft and puddling over the coarse hairs at his base.

He comes to, collapsed on the bed, twitching and wincing with empty spasms, so hypersensitive that he swears he can feel the air of his exhales against his tip. The ringing in his ears come into focus as loud curses and moans, a rush of pleasepleaseyespleasefuckpleasefuckmgonna—

A swallowed moan, a garbled wail, the waves must be washing over you now as he hears you thrash against the bed. Your wails are loud, almost blowing out the speaker on his phone.

“Fuck,” he yelps and hangs up.

Fuck.

He runs his clean hand down his face before resting his forearm over his eyes. It feels cool against the heat of his face.

He lays there, chest heaving, coming down from his high. Sweat and cum pool and swirl over his skin, some trickling into his belly button, some settling across his torso, some dribbling into the sheets.

It’s not until he turns and feels the streaks drying against his skin that he realizes how long he’s been laying there. He sits up with a groan, muscles twinging, shivering from the cold air that hits his sweat-soaked back.

His breathing has settled but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

The haze of arousal has faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of guilt. He forgot he was still on the phone. He was loud too, maybe louder than you. His head is swimming. Did you hear him? Why didn’t he mute himself? You couldn’t have heard with how loud you were, right? Otherwise you would’ve hung up. Right? He can only hope that’s the case. Hope you won’t look at your recent calls. Won’t check the call times and see that he answered. Won’t notice he stayed on the line the entire time.

He doesn’t look down, doesn’t want to be faced with what he’s done.

He’s seen you unlock your phone enough times to know the password, maybe when he sees you tomorrow, he can delete the evidence.

Miyuki stands on shaky legs and pads to the shower. He turns the water up as hot as he can stand.

#daiya no ace #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond x reader #ace of diamond smut #daiya no ace smut #miyuki kazuya #miyuki x reader #miyuki kazuya smut #miyuki smut #froggy scribbles

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ottertooferswriting · 6 months

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"Release" HalsinxTav NSFW teaser

Because Halsin deserves to be pampered and cared for while someone else takes the lead for once. 18PLUS Minors DNI.

Tags: Edging, Deep throating, Overstimulation, Crying, Breeding Kink, Praise kink, Established Relationship with BDSM elements, Top Fem Tav, Bottom Halsin, Switch Fem Tav, Switch Halsin. All the Aftercare. Named Tav. Actual Bear Bod Halsin, Plush Tummy Halsin.

Wordcount: 500ish words. (idk how long it will end up this Supposed little drabble is already over 1.5k and I'm not close to done)

This was supposed to just be spicy citrus but Emotions and Feelings invaded a bit deeper in lol.

Tremors, fine and entirely involuntary, shook the well formed muscles under her palms, against her fingertips. She’d made him wait thrice now, bringing her lover right to the edge of his bliss and then backing off just long enough to allow the peak to fade. It was growing harder and harder for him to resist tipping over the edge, and she delighted in it.

The sight of a broad furred chest, rising and falling in a stuttering tempo with barely leashed need. Wide palms and strong fingers sunk into the roots of the tree she had painstakingly picked out for their little indulgence; clenched tight to prevent him from bruising her with an instinctual grip. Gasping, breathy exhalations that might have been words of supplication or her name if she hadn’t taken her time to thoroughly erode the druid's ability to string thoughts together.

That was the entire point of this. To get him to let go. To just feel. To let her bring him past the edge of ruin and into sweet surrender. A feast for her eyes and ears, decadent and oh so satisfying.

Trailing her fingers up through the hollow that separated his thigh and hip, the drow skimmed past the scant inch of exposed length that she had left outside of her lips. Instead, Mica spread her digits around the plush, pleasing thickness at Halsin’s hips and kneaded the softness of him. She loved the burly nature of his body, the broadness of it, the muscles covered in a healthy layer of fat that made their nightly cuddle sessions warm and comforting.

Slowly, she began to pull back. The burn for air in her lungs had gotten right to that knife's edge she loved to dance on; and the drag of his cock over her tongue, the ache in her jaw that she always had to stretch to take the sheer size of him made her eyes roll as she lifted up. The sensation of the head of his length popping free from her throat sent a pleasant shudder through the drow, but the punched out moan that her lover released was sweeter still. It was almost unfair how this male made her feral for every sign of his enjoyment. Almost.

#bg3 #halsin #bg3 fanfic #halsin x tav #halsin x oc #18+ content #spicy content #citrus fic #bear bod halsin #soft tummy #top fem tav #bottom halsin #switch fem tav #switch halsin

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galactic-writes · 4 months

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Winter Spirits - Ash

(aka a Drabble series about spending winter with the ROs)

･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･

Cold bites into your fingers, crystals of ice melting with the heat of your skin. You really should have worn gloves but you were only out for a walk with Ash when they spotted a patch of snow not yet melted from the unseasonably warm weather. Too warm for a white Christmas but frigid enough to seep through your winter coat.

You ball the hard packed snow in your hand, making a lumpy head for the tiny snowman Ash has built. It’s barely a foot tall and leaning dangerously to one side with little granite pebbles for buttons and crooked stick-arms. Ash had even managed to find two clumps of mica for the eyes that shine when you stick them to the head.

They’re telling you about the properties of the mineral, their own eyes shining, when a dog breaks free of its owner's hold and barrels off the path, bulldozing the snowman between you. It jumps at Ash with its tail wagging excitedly and tries to lap at their face. The owner rushes over, apologies spilling out, but Ash just turns to you and laughs bright enough that you feel warm despite the chill of the day. After ensuring the owner that it was no trouble, you both head back to the path, Ash’s hand clasped in yours, icy fingers tangled together.

#winter spirits #ch: ash #drabble #I’m writing on my phone so apologies for an grammar/spelling/format problems #gonna try to post each day til new years

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loaksbitch · 1 year

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whiny jake is all i’m thinking about right now so here it is. — this is based on an ask that tumblr decided to suddenly delete, tyvm tumblr :’(

warnings – oral (m reviving), whimpering & whining, hair pulling, deep throating cause it’s jake sully.. c’mon now 🧎🏽‍♀️

“don’t do this to me.” — jake sully (⨳)

“baby.”

he would whine when you rest your hands on his thighs, opening your mouth and extending your pink tongue out before leaning to lick his painfully throbbing dick from base to tip.

“oh fuck,” the man standing in front of you feels his knees weaken, loving the way your warm tongue traced on the soft skin of his cock. jake discerns his breath hitch when your lips wrap on his sensitive tip, taking a long blink and sighing a curse out.

you both have done this several times but this time it was as if you had control, every drop of pleasure you’re giving him was in your control and the thought alone boosted your ego.

you watch your man bring his head forward and lock eyes with you, biting on his bottom lip harshly that his skin might break. he watches how you roll your tongue back to your mouth and taste the precum that oozed on his vexed tip, fuck, you’ll be the death of him.

contented by your ways, he eyes how you then licked circles on his angry tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking ever so gently. his precum and your drool making his cock sloppy that drove him insane every time you teasingly pop his girth-y length out of your mouth.

you won’t deny the way his precum and your spit creating a thin line and connecting your lips with his dick when you pull back made your pussy pulse. “don’t do this to me,” you hear jake plead, his head lolling back that the veins on his neck are showing.

you’re torturing him and it’s no fun for him.

amber eyes looked at him, bringing your hand up to his cock, guiding it down from the erection pointing up and putting his back in your mouth made him let a long ‘fuuuuck’ out, at least until he was out of breath.

your saliva being in use as lubricant, you test your man’s self control by taking him deeper and deeper in your mouth and each time you do, you can hear his shallow breath getting louder. jake, personally, won’t mind if you swallow his dick because he would just die being the happiest man if you do.

he moans and runs his hand through his hair, controlling himself from fisting on your hair and fucking your throat until you’re gagging on him.

deep breath.

looking down to check on you, jake groans at the sight. you’re a mess just by licking him, your chin messy with your own drool before you allow it to roll and fall onto your breast. fuck. fuck. fuck.

“princess,” he sighs, the sight being too much for him that made him feel his balls tighten. the knot inside him was getting pulled tighter when you gathered your unbraided hair into a ponytail and increased your pressure on sucking him.

you hollow your cheeks, as you moved up and down on his length, fucking your own throat voluntarily. jake’s head dropped back, chest picking up its pace when his breath deepened. he kept whining, one hand bracing himself to the bed while the other held onto his own hair.

moans escaped your throat, sending vibration to the base of his cock causing jake to whimper. “fuck, just like that…” he says every time your head picked up a speed. “you make me feel so good.” he whispers, bring his hand to your face and tucking your hair back to your ear that just slipped when he fucks your face.

jake was mesmerised, you’re so pretty it was making him climb fast to reach for his awaiting climax. your one hand holding onto your hair while the other forced its way to the back of his thigh and pulled him close to you made him shudder.

your breath play game was strong and jake knows he’s fucked.

you keep moaning, the hot breath from your nose hitting his pelvis. jake feels his muscles tense. the hand that was tucking your hair behind your ears sliding to your ponytail that you were holding and fisting on it makes you gasp.

a stinging pain shoots in you when he pulls on your hair, standing firm on his legs before thrusting into your mouth. jake doesn’t miss out how your eyes widen, tears stinging their way to your eyeballs, “you’re so fucking hot.” he tells you, moaning when you suck on him.

your both hands are now on the back on his strong thighs, pulling him close to you as he keeps fucking your throat. jake then feels his stomach drop, his abs contracting.

“wait.” he doesn’t want to cum before you, he needs to please you before him but you don’t listen and kept going, moaning in annoyance and pushing him to your mouth when he tries to back off.

“wait…bab— fuck, wait. wait.” he pants, but you only took him deep as you could, jake’s jaw gape when your flat nose presses against the hilt of his pelvis, your ears twitching was letting him know you heard him the first time but don’t give a fuck about it.

you were going to end him.

he doesn’t see it coming when it crashes him down, coming inside your hot mouth. jake feels his vision explode into numerous colours and groan your name out, feeling you free him from your mouth. “what the fuck, you know i don’t like coming before you.” jake was fast to object but you only giggled.

it made his heart swell.

a soft smile cripples to his lips, eyeing you when you wipe your lips and get on your feet. “what are you doing to me?” he just asks and you simply shrug before he’s wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

“c’mon, let me make you feel good now.” it was his turn to make you see stars, ruin you to be exact and you allow him, closing your eyes when he takes your lips with his.

hope you enjoyed pretty anon who requested for this (but got deleted) — short drabbles reqs are open! i love each and every one of you sm!! mwah **

moots tag, @vmptears @love-chx @eywas-heir @gloryy-vs @theycallmesia @fanboyluvr (lmk if i forgot)

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koushuwu · 2 years

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Me: I'm gonna write.

Also me: *Scrolls tumblr*

#come on brain #a short break from writing misawa in favor of a matsukawa drabble #and then right back to misawa i promise #mica talks #we can do this brain!

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serenescribe · 8 months

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if the 3 sentence prompt is still open, maybe something with rook interacting w diasomnia somehow? i think about lilias pe card with their interactions a Normal Amount

[✐] ficlet frenzy

“Ah, if it isn’t Monsieur Endormi!”

Rook smiles at the way Silver startles as he approaches him, whirling around to stare at him with bulging eyes. One could almost describe them as bug-like, blown open wide in shocked surprise. “Pardon the intrusion,” he continues, “but I could not help but notice you wandering about the school as though you were a lost lamb.”

“Rook,” Silver greets. There is something Rook recognises well as an edge of unease in his voice, having heard it in plenty of the people he has approached before. Silver shifts, crossing his arms, those exquisite, alluring eyes, hued the colours of the auroras, flicking up and down. “Were you following me the whole time?”

To that, Rook only grins, feeling the corners of his eyes crease as he smiles. Sometimes it is better to let the silence speak for itself, non?

“That deep focus in your eyes,” Rook muses, attention honing in on Silver’s face. “Might I be correct in saying that you are searching for something? Or perhaps even someone?”

Silver’s eyes widen once again, pink lips parting ever the slightest bit. “You… How did you know?” At least, those are the words that spill from his mouth; Rook knows, based on the way Silver’s pupils shift to the side, one hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck uneasily, that what he is really thinking is: Am I that easy to read?

Perhaps not for everyone else, but nothing is impossible for him.

“C’est tres simple!” Wagging a finger in the air, Rook smirks. “You were sporting a look any hunter would recognise: a sharp and searching gaze for one’s quarry.” It is, after all, a look he recognises well; Rook has seen it reflected in his own face, in mirrored images or photographs taken of him. “And what a coincidence!” Rook continues, sweeping on, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically, another held out, palm facing upwards. “I happen to be unable to find our dear little crabapple in the dormitory today, so I’m out for a bit of a hunt myself. Mind if I join you?”

“Well…”

“Might I gander a guess that you are searching for one Monsieur Crocodile?” At the sound of the nickname, Silver snaps to attention, gaze sharpening and fixating upon Rook’s face. Perfect. “A most peculiar prey to be tracking,” Rook sweeps on, “given that his powerful voice usually gives him away.”

“I am searching for Sebek,” Silver concedes, confessing the information. He peers at Rook; “It isn't like him to disappear like this, and he isn’t answering his phone either. Your hunting skills are renowned across campus—”

“Merci!”

“—so would you happen to have an idea where he might be?”

Oh, Rook knows. He knows where the two of them are — Epel and Sebek both, trying their best to be subtle but failing to hide their trysts from the skilled eye of a marksman. Rook likes to compare them to precious little buds, flowers that have only begun to unfurl into bright blooms; they lack the experience of navigating life and love, only beginning to dabble into the tumultuous journey that is l’amour in their first year of school.

They are hiding out at the Ramshackle dormitory, of course. Where else would they be? Rook has known for a while, having tailed Epel there after the boy blurted out the truth upon receiving a thorough interrogation from Rook for breaking curfew multiple times. Similarly, he caught on rather quickly to the fact that Epel’s amour was none other than Sebek Zigvolt through the process of elimination — there were only so many companions their little crabapple had, after all.

But where would be the fun in revealing all this information so easily?

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #ficlet frenzy #twst #twisted wonderland #twst fanfiction #twst writing #twst silver #rook hunt #this fucking request has been haunting me for a MONTH #I HAD TO REWRITE IT FIVE OR SIX TIMES and it only worked when i switched to rook's pov #thank you to sheep for helping me with his dialogue and mica for helping with the french #collapses and wails #hi i'm gonna slowly catch up on my backlog amidst the new chapter stuff so you guys might get a slew of other writing

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