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justporo · 3 months

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Bedroom Hymns

A still empty new home somwhere in the Upper City of Baldur's Gate. Nothing but a big mattress on the floor of your bedroom where Astarion and you have spent some days already, mostly naked, just indulging in whatever you want - and each other of course, whenever the flames started blazing. This time a spark is ignited when Astarion sees how his old shirt looks on you, how well it suits you. (NSFW)

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Author's Note: This is... just dirty smut. I have been thinking about writing this for literal months. But I'm happy I did because when Tav describes how she's become more confident? That's me just describing how I feel about writing smut. And yes, there will be a second part - with even more. Happy 2k followers, my dear horny gremlins!

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), premature orgasm, light dom/sub dynamic (if you squint but really they're both just taking the piss out of each other) Wordcount: 4,5k ~~~

A lot of things in your life had gone wrong - more than you could possibly ever count. Sometimes you had even wondered how you had even survived this far. In the last couple of months you had asked yourself that question quite a lot actually.

But then some things had gone very right. Often without you even knowing what was in store for you beforehand.

As you laid on your side on a single thick plush mattress in a massive room with deep red silk tapestries on the wall and polished wooden floors, high ceilings adorned with a shimmering and glittering chandelier in your newly acquired home in Baldur’s Gate, you realised that this was one of those things that had gone terribly right.

But all this wasn't even the best. The best thing that had - quite frankly - ever happened to you was lying right next to you: almost completely naked, only partly covered by some blankets and sheets, just as you were, and at the moment lecturing you on the importance of a coherent design concerning furniture, decor and colours. Long, elegant fingers waved around, gesticulating while full, soft lips kept moving, often smiling - occasionally allowing sharp fangs to be seen beneath - and red eyes began to glow whenever their gaze fell on you.

A small lantern was bathing the large and tall room in some cosy orange light - barely reaching the far corners of the room. It was almost reminiscent of all the nights you had spent in camp with nothing but the moon, stars and a crackling campfire for light. The mattress though was easily an impressive upgrade from your tattered bedrolls despite it being the only piece of furnishing the two of you currently owned.

You had stopped paying attention a fair while ago while Astarion kept waving his arms around, looking from you - softly nodding in agreement without hearing the words - to the ceiling and around the empty room. His curls were delightfully messed up and unorderly, making him look even more handsome for how at ease he was. And the easy smile that didn't seem to leave his lips these days, took quite a lot of those torturous years right off his face.

Your heart fluttered every time he looked over at you, with his bright red eyes sparkling at you and his smile involuntarily growing even broader.

And you saw the rest too: how he elegantly gesticulated with those skilled hands, how the muscles in his arms and chest flexed as he couldn't be bothered to keep still for just a second, the room never silent as long as he was there. You had fallen into easy, natural companionship with each other - as if you’d known each other for centuries already.

What choices you had made to end up right here, right now, you didn’t know. But you surely wouldn’t have changed a thing if this was to be the glorious result.

“Wouldn't you agree, my heart?” Astarion asked you, halting his ongoing infodump. He was looking at you. And by the way one of his eyebrows was raised critically he must have noticed your lapse in attention.

But in your defence, the way his lower abdomen disappeared in the sheets he had carelessly wrapped around his hips - at a very low point - would have distracted just about anyone. The way the lines of his muscles defined his lower body. Especially those two converging lines, starting at his slender hips, then going lower, leading to his…

Astarion cleared his throat. You'd been distracted yet again.

“Darling, you have all the time in the world for staring, you don't need to get it done all at once.”

“I like being a step or two ahead though, love.”

The vampire scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. You saw how it made his muscles contract just a tad and you bit your lip unconsciously.

“I know, darling, you're so diligent. But my eyes are up here, my sweet,” he answered. You heard the vicious teasing in his tone.

You ripped your gaze from his delectable torso and let it wander to his equally delectable face. He was grinning wolfishly at you, one eyebrow twitching up playfully. And now you couldn't help but blush a little. He often had that effect on you.

Astarion simply liked being looked at, and you - well - liked looking at him. But in his defence, he was also very good at reversing the roles, making you flustered whenever he couldn’t tear his eyes from you in return as if undressing you and having you right then and there in his mind even when you were in public. With the way he stared at you now, eyes slowly becoming half-lidded, you also had a fair idea where his mind was going right now.

Your vampire slowly turned to lay on his side, propping up his head on his arm, mirroring your pose exactly. A few of his curls were falling into his face when he slowly leaned forward, his smile already telling you what he was about. Some rustling you heard made you aware that the sheets around his hips were moving when he did. Your eyes flicked downward.

A small involuntary gasp left your lips when you noticed that the fabric had slipped even lower, the man now even more precariously covered than before. Your thoughts immediately took a tumble and stopped being coherent.

Astarion clicked his tongue, his free hand grabbed your chin firmly and made you look at him once more: “Love, we really need to talk about the fact how you lose the ability to focus so quickly.” The wolfish grin was back and he even leaned in a little bit closer still, causing the sheets to slide down just a bit more. A desperate noise caught deep in your throat.

You coughed.

“In my defence, Astarion, you’re almost completely naked”, you whispered as his smirking lips hovered over yours.

“So are you, darling, but you don’t see me losing focus, do you?” Astarion replied, his voice dropping low until it was merely more than a rumble. His crimson eyes took their time as they wandered over every single one of your elegant curves. His tongue darted out to wet his lips unconsciously while with his eyes he devoured your naked body outlining against the dark of the room with the help of warm lantern light sharply illuminating the details of your form.

You swallowed and felt some pressure forming between your legs. The kind you had felt relentlessly almost all the time since you had fallen onto this single piece of furnishing you had bought so far for your new home.

By now it must have been a couple of days of the two of you just hanging out barely clothed in your new almost empty bedroom - just the huge mattress on the floor. And once you had fallen onto it, you hadn’t seen any sense in getting up again. Everything you needed was right there with you.

You had talked even more in the last couple of days than you had ever before. You had taken each other whenever lust had overcome you. And you had just allowed the exhaustion of months and months of fights, adventures and not knowing if you would live to see another sunrise to slowly leave both your bodies. Just sinking into the soft bedding, knowing you could let yourself fall fully with each other around, relaxing and recovering.

Well, you almost didn’t leave the makeshift bed. Only when some carnal urges, that Astarion very unfortunately couldn’t fulfil all by himself, were reminding you that you were still just a mortal did you get up and snuck out of the room. Always coming back to Astarion dramatically claiming he'd barely survived without your attention when you fell back into his arms on return.

Unfortunately you felt some of those urges creeping up on you this very moment, as Astarion was leaning in, about to initiate what surely would become another mind bending tumble in the sheets. But this would have to wait - at least for a few moments now.

And also he could get his ego knocked down a bit for being all too cocky just a few moments ago.

When the vampire was about to close his eyes to kiss you, you rolled back. And with that movement grabbed the blanket that was covering you and threw it at Astarion’s expectant face. As you heard him hiss you slid off the mattress with a cackle and grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw before you quickly, with bare feet, ran to slip out of the bedroom. The vampire ripped the blanket off his face, got to his knees and tried to grab you before you could leave his den but you were just as quick as him.

You heard Astarion curse under his breath but you were already closing the door behind you. The last thing the vampire saw of you, was how you had pulled on his old shirt and how it didn’t fully cover your butt as you slipped out the door, leaving barely anything to his vivid imagination.

Astarion cursed you under his breath and remained kneeling there, a martyr forced to give up his everything (temporarily). At least the view could have been worse. Thinking about how you had looked in his shirt immediately sent a jolt between his legs, making his length throb with need for you as he sat there and mourned the temporary loss of his lover. Only his imaginative mind kept him company until you came back.

When you returned shortly after you had brought a bottle of wine and two chalices (only bought yesterday on a whim) to make up for your rash departure. You slowly opened the door with your bare foot since both your hands were full and found Astarion exactly as you left him.

He was kneeling on the mattress still, the sheets draped over his thighs almost artfully, only barely covering him now. His hands were placed palm up on his wide spread legs, almost as if he was in prayer. And fitting with this was his bowed head, eyes closed, his ruffled curls covering part of his beautiful face.

Ethereal was the only word you could think of at that moment. Astarion looked like the statue of a forgotten god with how he knelt there: every single detail crafted to perfection. The light of the lantern illuminated every line of his naked body, giving the illusion of being carved out of immaculate marble capturing every single one of his sharp lines that worked so well in contrast to your softer ones.

And for some reason it seemed this unreal looking being had chosen to come down from his place among all other divine powers to bow down at your feet. And more even: he had devoted himself to you, body and soul, for the rest of his immortal days to lavishly praise you with all he had to offer.

You gasped as you took him in. Almost not being able to believe how you had gotten so lucky.

The vampire’s head snapped up when he heard the soft, low sound. The illusion of a statue, forever held captive in stone in perfect but lifeless detail, was broken. But the actual thing was so much better anyways. Astarion’s crimson eyes glinted at you in the low light, his body flexed, stone becoming liquid, while you slowly closed the door behind you again.

The vampire eyed you, drinking in the view of you wearing his shirt now being allowed more than just a glimpse: the sleeves sliding down your arms and bunching up around the elbows, the way the fabric spanned over your hips and thighs.

But mostly the vampire was mesmerised by how your breasts outlined against this old shirt of his: part of them obscured by the ruffles, but especially their peaks - hardened by the cold air - were clearly visible to him and made Astarion lose his focus for once. Seeing you this way immediately made lust rise up within him way more than any fantasy could, causing his length between his legs to twitch and slowly harden.

Feeling the tension in the room shift remarkably, you slowly stepped closer to your makeshift bed again. You saw desire light up the vampire’s eyes as he kept gazing upon you. His lips had parted and his expression spoke of nothing but hunger for you as he couldn’t get enough of the view of you wearing his clothes.

Maybe he wasn’t so much a heavenly being that had descended to you but something out of the most fiercely burning part of the hells, ready to drag you down with him and never let you leave again. You swallowed and felt how the vampire’s heated gaze alone made you feel a little hazy.

Had you known it was this easy to turn the table on Astarion in his own little game, you would have done this much earlier. And oh, what irony that while you could barely form a coherent thought once the vampire was naked before you, for him it was you putting on his old, almost threadbare camp shirt that seemingly made the pale elf forget everything else but how good it looked on you. And what it meant to him: that you were his.

The intensity on his face as he kept staring at you without moving was almost predator like and made you rub your thighs together in a desperate attempt to control the beginning pulses between your legs. But the damage was already done. And as if emboldened by the vampire’s attention you felt your hardening nipples rub against the fabric of Astarion’s shirt, pronouncing them even more and making you overly aware of them.

“Come here, darling,” the pale elf asked of you, lazily stretching out an arm towards you. All you could do in response was helplessly wave the bottle of wine and the chalices around, because some pragmatic part in your brain was still working and telling you that your hands were still full.

Astarion frowned slightly at you, annoyed by the delay in you obeying his demand.

“Put it down and then come here,” he ordered in a brisker tone now, you saw his gaze darkening as he almost growled at you.

And of course you followed his demand. There was nothing more you wanted actually as you looked down upon your nearly naked lover before you - demanding you join him again in your bed.

Hastily, you placed down the bottle and the cups and then moved over to Astarion. He was stretching out his arms to you, motioning to you to come sit on his lap.

You didn’t hesitate, but you didn’t rush either now. You placed one on one of his thighs, causing the fabric of his shirt to ride up your thigh so much that you were sure that he must be able to see your swelling core from his position. Immediately one of his hands slid up your pointed foot and over your shin, around to your calf, squeezing the muscle lightly, before it went on to the sensitive underside of your bare thigh.

And of course his eyes were immediately drawn to you bared before him, almost hypnotised and making a grunt catch in his throat at the sight of what you had to offer him. His crimson gaze found yours, his brows drawn together. You stayed like this in a moment of perfect stillness as you kept looking at each other, knowing that you’d be doomed to be each other’s continuous downfall. Then Astarion bit his lips, one canine catching on his bottom lip, his gaze falling back to what lay beneath your legs.

This alone was getting you so worked up that you let your head roll back and allowed a small but desperate moan to leave your lips. Astarion laughed softly at that, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. You moaned again and enjoyed the content humming you earned in response to your openly shown pleasure.

Months ago you would have been way too hesitant to act like this - not directly ashamed but surely too shy to really express yourself, to fully indulge. But Astarion had surely made your confidence rise to unknown heights with the way he always praised you, how he hungered for you and always made it known how much he desired you. And with teaching and showing you what pleasures he could let you have if only you trusted him. And you had done that from the beginning, your belief in him stronger than better judgement.

So there you were, spreading yourself to your lover, while you could observe his cock beginning to twitch below the thin sheets. This with how the corners of his mouth curled up into an almost feral grin was more than enough proof that you’d been doing it right, that he’d taught you well.

It made you feel powerful, knowing how you could make him lust for you. And it heightened your own pleasure knowing how easily you could turn him on.

“Darling,” Astarion mumbled, the tip of his tongue running over his bottom lip as you saw him basically salivating at the sight of you becoming a drenched mess for him, “would you mind coming just a little bit closer?” His gaze flicked from your core to you and then back down. He was eager and insatiable.

“Say please?”

His gaze snapped to yours, eyes narrowed while you grinned, both of you remembering a specific moment months ago when you had teased him just like that. And just like back then he would make you regret it later.

He rolled his head around, loosened his shoulders with an annoyed, dramatic sight.

“Please”, he basically purred when his head came back around.

Oh sure, if he was nice like that, you would come closer. You gave him a pleased smile and withdrew your leg from his, making Astarion’s unwilling hand drop to his thigh while he criticised the loss with a disgruntled groan. But you moved quickly to make up for it.

You stepped on the mattress, already incredibly close to him and enjoyed how attentively he stared up at you, patiently awaiting you now. It was almost fooling you how obediently he had been so far, how he waited for you. But seeing the mischievous sparkle in his ruby eyes and his signature smirk play on his lips told you that he was only playing coy until he had you where he wanted you.

Still you drew out the moment, enjoying your moment of having the upper hand. You let one hand enter his already dishevelled hair and began caressing his scalp with slow circles of your fingertips.

“You’re such a good, patient boy today, Astarion,” you teased him sweetly as you watched his eyes roll back from your soft, sensual caress. One eyebrow twitched at your praise. You knew he liked being praised. But then his gaze snapped back and his hands shot around your legs and pulled you in close against him by grabbing your butt.

You yelped and almost lost balance. Your hands searched for hold on his naked shoulders and the vampire had you firmly in his grasp. His splayed fingers squeezing your buttcheeks, half-covered by the shirt. He pressed his face between your legs. His long, straight nose almost already reached the swelling, sensitive bud there.

A helpless whimper escaped you and Astarion lifted his face again.

“Not so feisty now, are we? Don’t make me become impatient with you, sweetheart,” he told you in a mocking tone, pursing his lips, enjoying the view of you above him and emphasising his point with a firm slap on your butt. You merely gasped in response. Your mind was still trying to catch up.

“Now, move!”, he commanded with another low growl and wasted no time by moving one of your thighs to lift up your leg and placing it on his shoulder. You were balancing on one leg now. But your vampire was holding you securely, both hands on your ass again and pulling you as close as possible.

The fabric had already bunched up over your spread thigh now but you saw the unspoken command in Astarion’s narrowed eyes as he positioned you on himself and you lifted the shirt higher with one hand while letting the other enter his hair again.

And then Astarion wasted no more precious time and pressed his face between your legs again - now with no more fabric getting in his way. The tip of his tongue immediately and effortlessly found your pulsating clit and began working on it while his hands squeezed your butt deliciously.

Without hesitation he pressed his open mouth to your heated core, sucking on it and his tongue circling over and around the sensitive peak there, sending a million little lightning jolts through your body that quickly became stronger, conjuring a thunderstorm.

You moaned loudly now, not being able to control any of it anymore. Your hand formed a fist in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, which he answered with a pleased growl and pressing his tongue even harder against your clit.

He drove you up that mountain so quickly and violently you began seeing stars already while he kept pleasuring you with his eager mouth. The way he sucked on you, let his tongue slide between your folds and inside of you, having you almost fully climb onto his face, and the way you felt even his fangs graze you ever so lightly at your most sensitive part made you quickly lose all control.

Somewhere in the back of your mind clouded with boundless lust you were thankful that he held you so firmly it hurt, because your legs were both shaking uncontrollably the longer and fiercer he kept going. With glazed over eyes you allowed yourself to look down and enjoy the view of your lover devouring you as if he had been only put on this plane of existence to please you in this way. It amplified the pressure you felt building up in your lower body tenfold.

You neared the edge at breakneck speed. And your body was desperate for release, knowing the orgasm would be vicious. But there was something else you wanted. Instinctively you knew that he himself must be aching. You didn’t need to see his massive erection straining the sheets around his hips and the telltale wet spot at its peak to know that it was there - and to know that you wanted to feel him inside of you.

“Astarion,” you groaned breathlessly and used the rest of your control to pull on his hair. But you achieved nothing, merely making him almost purr from the exquisite pain you inflicted by pulling on his hair. He slapped your ass again. So hard you knew it would leave his handprint on your delicate skin this time. That and the sting from it made you bite your lip to barely stifle another desperate moan.

And then the last of your ability to form a simple coherent thought crumbled, the sheer, primal lust inside you taking over when Astarion changed the pace to some slow, hard movements with the tip of his tongue directly over your swollen clit. You gave in to it.

It was inevitable anyway. Only a few more flicks of the vampire’s skilled tongue and you were falling, your cunt throbbing violently despite nothing to clench around.

Your hand was tugging hard on Astarion’s hair again, making him growl. Your face was contorted in overpowering pleasure as the stars you had seen before blew up to a whole firmament and made you lose your vision for a moment from how bright everything had become. Breathless, almost soundless noises left your wide open mouth as you scattered into a million pieces. And only Astarion’s firm arms around you made sure they would all stick together again once you would come down from your own galaxy again.

The vampire kept going for a few more swipes, pushing you just a tad further before it became fully unbearable and then withdrew to enjoy the fruits of his labour, your wetness coating his lips and chin. He absent-mindedly lapped it up as well as possible while he kept watching you writhe from the ecstasy he had provided you with.

When you had come back down enough from the high again to feel your own body, you slowly let your head fall forward again. Your legs felt weak and wobbly just as the rest of your body. You looked at your eager lover, who was licking up some of you from his lips still. Astarion looked mightily pleased with himself.

“That’s what you get for making me impatient, love,” he simply said and grinned haughtily, cocking his head as if he hadn’t just given you one of the most violent orgasms you had ever experienced - and hadn’t even allowed you to lay down for it.

He softly eased your leg off his shoulder but held you securely still to make sure you didn’t topple over. You softly tugged on his curls now and kept looking at him while still trying to catch your breath. The vampire placed soft kisses down the front of your shivering thighs after you had let the shirt drop again, his hands were carefully massaging your behind and the back of your thighs.

“Shame though,” you let out between gasps of air, “I would have loved to feel you inside of me.” You said it while you eyed his erect dick between his spread legs. The sight alone enough to get some pressure back up in your lower abdomen - despite your core still lazily throbbing from your last orgasm.

That made Astarion’s head snap back up again, his eyes sparkling at you as if asking how you still dared to talk back to him after what he had just made you experience. Then he closed his eyes and softly shook his head while his smirk turned wicked.

“Oh sweet darling,” he began and opened his eyes slowly to look at you from under his brows. His eyes were dark and the tip of his tongue darted out to lick over his lips focus wholly on you. The smirk grew even broader until you saw his fangs glint in the low lantern light.

His gaze was piercing, and his hands were once more squeezing your butt until it hurt pleasantly, plugging a whimper from you. You asked yourself if it had been clever to provoke a vampire who must be burning up with pleasure by now and aching for his own release judging by how you saw his erection twitch forcefully between his legs even with the fabric of the sheet covering it.

“What made you think I was even close to being done with you, my heart?”

PART 2

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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would literally lose my fucking mind if you wrote carmy like touch starved, idk maybe everyone is staying after to celebrate something and he’s dragging you into his office to eat you out with absolutely zero shame because he needs it so bad

your wish is my lifelong quest i love you, hope i did it at least some justice loml

Carry You Away With Me

carmen "carmy" berzatto x fem!reader

He looked sheepish for a moment, lips curling into a grin for another split second before returning to his natural expression, eyes finding yours and locking you into his gaze. "Do you think anyone would notice if I took you elsewhere right now?"

[4k] | chef ill be honest with you this is just porn, needy!carmy (he's fucking adorable), office sex if that's even a term, established relationship, cunningulus, unprotected sex, cum-play. my apologies to the church

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

It was around 11 when you returned to the restaurant with a bottle of champagne cradled in your arms, watching as Gary and Tina pushed a few tables together to make a bigger one for the rest. Eating together wasn't a rare occurrence, but it often only happened an hour before service in the morning— dinners were mostly had at home or skipped altogether, depending on the importance one put into their health. But tonight called for an after-hours get-together, one that Sydney and Marcus pushed for when Ebraheim showed up in the morning with the latest issue of Gastronomica, featuring a very familiar name this time around— Carmen Berzatto.

"You know— I bet you can like, make it to a Vogue issue sometime later on, too."

"That's not exactly food-related."

"I'm just saying, dream high and—"

The few clinks of a spoon against the glass cut Fak right off and Carmen made a mental note to thank god for that later on, his gaze lifting from the long, full table that everyone was surrounding to the source of the sound; the now-empty champagne glass that Richie held.

"Can we all take a moment to stop stuffing our faces with this whatever-the-fuck it is to congratulate my cousin right here?" he spoke up, bringing a smile to your lips as you reached for Carmen's hand from under the table and muttered out "chou à la crème", another dish that Marcus had been experimenting with lately. A short chuckle left Carmen's lips when he vaguely heard what you said, and he gave your hand a firm, appreciative squeeze before rubbing his thumb along the back of your palm. "Gastronomica isn't just any magazine. I think it's supposed to be one of the good ones, like—"

"—the Vogue of food!"

"Maybe! Who knows, anyway— really, I'm proud of this mess of a man and you all should be, too." and maybe this was the most affection that Richie could whip out in public, but it was more than enough— because despite his hate for having the spotlight directly on him, Carmen was currently busy offering a smile to Richie, which the other reciprocated shortly before sitting back down, his quiet little hum of affection drowned out by the mutterings of 'cheers' along with the clink of everyone's glasses.

Proud was an understatement for this little dysfunctional found-family.

But you knew Carmen, you knew that he'd much rather skip on the compliments and pats to the shoulder; and you were way too sure that he'd need a moment to himself sooner or later. That moment came almost fifteen minutes after, when everyone split themselves into a few groups of completely different conversations, scooped up chocolate sauce and cream and small pieces of the delicate pastry got left behind on the empty plates— you felt Carmy's fingers wrapping around your upper thigh, concealed by the dimmed out lights and the table.

"S'up?" you returned your attention to him upon feeling his fingers tapping along to some nonexistent rhythm on your clothed skin, not too invested in the story Richie was busy telling everybody with the loudest voice he could muster to begin with.

"Elsewhere?"

"Not too far, jus' my office. For a couple of minutes at most." he leaned in closer to your ear just so you could hear him over the 2012's pop playlist Manny whipped out earlier, a completely mesmerizing turn of events when he started singing along to a random Katy Perry song— but that leaning closer action proved Carmen to be just another self-saboteur because he was feeling specifically out of place all day and to feel your perfume so close was a pull with a force out of this world. He couldn't pull back away then, couldn't return to his own chair and you had no choice but to push him away manually. "I promise."

"Any ulterior motives I should be aware of?" you grinned, letting your fingers curl right over his own on your thigh— and making a mental note to ease him into the habit of using hand moisturizers regularly sometime, upon the roughed up feel of his skin.

"You wound me, baby." his expression seemed to linger over offense, but his eyes told a completely different story; and before you knew it, he was pushing his chair back to get up, patting Gary's shoulder on his way to the back of house, a momentary turn of his head just so he could silently tell you to follow with his eyes.

And that, you did, despite the raised eyebrows of Richie's that you met along the way.

The kitchen smelled like a different kind of citrus, one that only belonged in dishwashing detergents as you maneuvered through the stations, cleaned up from the day's worth of filth. From your peripheral vision, you noticed Carmen reaching behind to undo the strings of his navy apron, leaving out the top string that he'd have to pull over his head until you could catch up and he could get to the office. His shirt was, again, as pristine as ever and it was a work of magic how he managed to come back home with a perfectly clean white t-shirt each day, if not for a few little drops here and there.

Finally, he pushed open the door of his office for you and you stepped in, finding your way to his desk in the darkness to flip the switch of the small light that illuminated the paperwork mostly. When your eyes found him again, the apron was long gone— tucked away in a corner, folded, although not so neatly. "Happy now?"

Instead of a reply, he just plopped down on the old, squeaky chair by the desk, thighs spread and arms wide open to make space for you. You took the offer right away, seating yourself on one of his thighs but still balancing yourself on your feet too, in order to not just dump your whole body weight on him and potentially numb out his leg. He couldn't care less, as he wrapped himself around you tightly and pulled you closer. "I don't really give a shit about Gastronomica."

"I figured," you mumbled against the material of his shirt, lungs filling in with a scent that only he could carry— a surprisingly pleasant mix of cigarettes, sweat, and gravy. It belonged to him, at least. "When's the last time you gave a shit about anyone's opinion outside of here, anyway?"

A soft hum left his lips, one that feigned agreement— but he wasn't paying much attention to what you've been saying to begin with, mind all muddied with specific moments in time that included you. Come to think of it, he'd been like this all day, even when Richie jokingly smacked him across the face with the magazine or when Tina elbowed him while he was trying to explain why she had to strain the mixture twice to get a flowing consistency— on the back of his mind, there was always you; always the lack of time he got to spend with you when the rush hour got too much to bear and he couldn't bring himself to lift an arm when he came back home to you.

When was the last time he properly touched you, took his time to memorize all the little ridges and beauty spots across your body, he couldn't remember.

So as you spoke, listing out all the reasons why he should be proud of himself for all the accomplishments, Carmen's arm curled around your waist and his fingers found your thighs again, the warmth of his palm seeping through the material of your leggings and from the way they teased upwards, you knew where this was going. "... that you managed to turn— are you not listening?"

His smile was so smug that you wanted to either kiss, or slap him. "Not really. But go on."

"Carmy, if you actually think that I'll do anything non-churchy with you here while everyone's literally twenty feet away, you're so wrong." you breathed out, because that's all you could do when his lips ghosted over the side of yours, before trailing down to where your jawline met your neck. He only hummed as a reply, clearly not giving a shit about your opinion either at that moment— but to say that you weren't enjoying the attention would be a blatant lie.

His fingertips traced the seams outlining your underwear through the extra layer of fabric while his lips latched to your neck, finally, with his warm breath hitting against the sensitive skin and the usual wet nature of his kisses leaving behind a glistening spot of adoration. You leaned into it, rather shamelessly— legs parting and fingers carding through the locks on the nape of his neck, and that only encouraged him further, causing him to whisper out a curse and a few sloppy words of praise. "Just let me, hm? Please?"

The sense of desperation in his tone was enough to push back any words of disagreement that you could blurt out at that moment. You knew you had to power through, it would be so embarrassing and disrespectful to let him have his way with you right here, while everyone else was still at the FOH— but the way his palm covered your clothed core and his fingertips teased the slight outline of your slit, all while his pretty lips were oh so busy whispering absolute filth in your ear was slowly taking away all the care you had in the world. "Carm— not a good idea."

"You weren't saying that last week, right here," two weeks ago, to be exact, but you couldn't blame him for not being able to tell time apart. "Had to cover your mouth and all, s'loud for me—"

"You're getting carried away." you chuckled, the deepest of breaths still not enough for the capacity of your lungs as you tugged on his locks slightly, prying him off of your skin just so you could get a look at him.

"Let me carry you away with me. Please, fuck— I can't think of anything else when you're on my mind." he pulled away a little from your neck, eyes of pristine skies staring right at your soul with the expression of a kicked puppy— he knew exactly how to get his way when he was miserable like that. His fingers were still against your heat, expecting permission. "Ten minutes only, just let me touch you."

You could recognize that tone, that incurability way too well— it was often reserved for nights shared between hushed whispers of promises, where he was too needy to form a single thought and all he could do was to cover your body with his and curl onto you, to feel your warmth against himself and to be one body and one soul for an hour. Uncommon in nature, even rarer to take place in a room that he reserved for professional affairs only— but the heart wants what it wants.

To his surprise, you suddenly pushed your lips against his— letting his fever take over you as well, with your hands clutching onto his shoulders and hair. You could hear the slight groan escaping his lips when his fingers breached under the tight waistband of your leggings, pushing the material down slightly with the bend of his wrist before turning his hand a little to tug it all downwards, urging you up on your feet. You got up from where you were seated, now standing between his legs with your back bent just so your lips would be on his, but he broke the kiss with a smile that took over when he finally pulled down both articles of clothing at the same time. Your back straightened when he managed to push them both down to your ankles, your hands on his shoulders to help with your balance as you stepped out of them, feeling his moist lips over your abdomen for a second before he pushed you backwards slightly, towards the desk.

He took that momentary advantage to get up on his feet and pin you right in between his own body and the desk, hands blindly pushing the loose folders to the side. You felt too exposed when his palms gripped the underside of your thighs just to prop you up on the desk, lips finding and panting against yours, a clear indication of his need seeping through the way he tugged and nibbled before his tongue found its way to caress yours.

There was nothing nice about it, but you couldn't bring yourself to care— not when he whispered your name against the plush of your lips so sweetly when your fist closed around his hair, not when he didn't even know what to do with his hands; grabbing, fondling at every inch of your skin that he could reach shakily. He pulled you flush against his body, letting you get a feel of the harsh dark denim against your bare center and you had to bite into his lower lip to stay quiet, ultimately earning a groan from him when his hands slipped under your shirt.

"Bear," you whispered out, his lips chasing yours when you pulled away to speak— which made you chuckle quietly, as he looked at you again. "Ten minutes."

"Ten minutes," he parroted, the usually wide eyes of his now hooded, pupils blown out as if he was looking right at the sun. When you reached in to kiss him again, you couldn't catch him fast enough— he was already holding onto your thighs to crouch down, looking up at you with a Cheshire grin when you spread your legs a little further apart, a force of habit.

Leaning back on your palms against the desk as much as the cramped space could allow, you took a deep breath— but it wasn't enough to prepare you for what came next when his tongue trailed a bold line across your slit, spreading your folds apart gently. It was a pleasant routine, one that you never quite got used to; because when he was down on his knees with his tongue tracing abstract shapes across your clit in a teasing manner, it was all about you and to think that a guy who often rushed things and went through life at a 2x pace would slow down just to put all of his attention on your pleasure only was more delightful than any compliment one could attain.

Carmen's fingertips were perhaps digging into the skin of your thighs a bit too hard, but could you possibly complain? The tip of his tongue dipped between your folds to spread your essence upwards, a mix of his saliva and your wetness covering your clit when he closed his lips around it and sucked— letting out a blissed groan, one that he'd scold you for if you were the culprit. You could only imagine how hard he must've been at that moment, he was always a sucker for situations like this, with the thrill of doing something so forbidden, right where he could be caught and your taste on his tongue, thighs on either side of his shoulders.

Imagining it didn't help your situation at all, it was hard to focus on one coherent thought when he kept flicking his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves but you forced through— with the thought of the blunt tip of his length all flushed and leaking in your palm, curses leaving his soft lips whenever your fingers got a bit too tight around the girth. He liked it when you put your focus there, tip of your tongue tracing the slit and leaving kisses over it while the rest of your palm jerked him off— firm and slow.

And you'd always let your lips stray when he got close, deciding to suddenly bite into the skin of his inner thighs or to lightly trace his perineum with your tongue, just to have him reduced to a writhing, whining mess with not enough air to survive in his lungs. He'd spill onto your fingers and you'd clean him up right away, moving your way upwards with wet little kisses until you reached his lips. And he was one dirty fucker because tasting himself on you when you kissed him all sloppily was probably one of his favorite things in the world.

Drowned out in all the thoughts, you didn't notice how close you were until your thighs were shaking around his shoulders, and he finally added his fingers into the mix then— his middle and ring fingers easily breaching through, grazing all of your sensitive spots from the inside. You had to press your palm against your mouth to not let a sound then, when your climax finally hit you, and you'd probably slide right off the table with how quaky your whole body was at that moment if it wasn't for Carmen's strong grip on your body, holding you right where you belong.

The position was a bit merciless on his legs so far but he made it up to his feet again, giving you a light peck on your lips before his fingers found his mouth, his tongue circling the digits to clean them up as he stared right at you, into your soul. He pulled them out with a slight pop, and licked his lips clean. "How long did we take?"

"I don't know," you panted out. "I was busy imagining the way you come."

His light laughter brought a tender, yet bittersweet ache to your heart. "Fuck, you get off to that?" and you could tell him all about just how beautiful he was, and how much it turned you on to see him blissed out in pleasure— but you didn't know if your lung capacity allowed for it at that moment, as being quiet came with the benefit of holding your breath for longer than you should. "Tell me more."

You giggled against his lips when he braced himself on the desk with his two hands holding onto the edge on both sides of your thighs. Both of your hands moved down to the front of his pants, too fucked out to care about timing as you palmed him through the material just to see that grin on his lips falter. "I'm gonna make you jack off and watch sometime." you mumbled, slowly pulling the zipper down after setting him free from the belt and the button. He hummed, forehead to forehead, before reaching for another little peck.

"As much as I don't see why I should jack off while you're in front of me," he spoke, a sharp intake of breath cutting his line of thought halfway through when your fingers finally wrapped around his cock. "but— shit, if you're into that… Only if you do it w'me, though. I wanna watch too."

"You don't get to watch." you sighed, bringing him closer with your legs to line his length up with your entrance. "You're just gonna sit there and come on your hand like a loser."

Carmen couldn't help the short snort that left him. "Are you even capable of being mean to me?"

"Mm-hm, I'm very mean when I wanna be." and right after that, his tip slid right into your cavern, pulling a deep exhale from both of you when he pushed a bit deeper. His lips found yours, mostly to keep the noises at bay while his hips rolled into yours, grinding against you before retreating a little, only to push in harder this time around.

You felt so full and blessed that you didn't even have to imagine anything to get lost in the feeling.

His pants slid further downwards with each thrust until they pooled around his ankles and your thighs wrapped tighter around his body, trapping him in. His arms were so delicately wrapped around your waist that you had to hold onto him with your whole remaining power to not slide further towards the wall, but he couldn't exactly notice that when he was feeling so damn lucky, whole length wrapped in a warmth beyond his comprehension.

And again, you couldn't blame him, because neither of you managed to notice when the skin slapping against skin got a bit too loud, and your lips pulled away from his just to breathe out the filthiest little nothings, like how much you needed him to fill you right up to the brim. "Fuck, give it to me." your hips met his thrusts half-way through when you pushed yourself against him. "Carmy, come inside me, please."

"Yeah? Are you gonna take it all?" his voice sounded broken, and his fingers would surely leave imprints on your hips with how tight his grip was. "Won't let you waste a drop, baby. I won't."

Somehow, through how feral he was with the way you were begging him, the responsible side came forward and captured your lips in his again— because while his team was full of respectful people, they were also little shits who would never live it down if they heard those beautiful sounds that escaped your lips with each hit of his blunt head against your sweet spot. The thought somehow egged him on further— he couldn't exactly decide if he was too possessive to let anyone hear or if he was possessive enough to make sure everyone knew he belonged to you, but at that moment, both of those thoughts turned him on too much, enough for him to feel his high approaching. And judging by the way your walls cramped down on him tighter with each passing second, you weren't too far behind.

You could feel yourself gushing around him, coating both of you in your essence beyond simple cleaning, but that was a matter to worry about later, not when the love of your life was balls-deep inside of you, his rough grunts right against your ear when he reached to press his lips right below it. "Close?" he mumbled, and even though your mind was too busy to hear and comprehend him properly, you nodded— feeling his arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you closer to the warmth his body provided. And while as much as you'd like to keep this going for longer, witnessing his pace falter and voice break as he moaned out your name, filling you up in the most delicious way slowly was enough to have your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure, and to have the knot finally snap.

Your whole body was buzzing, shaky even when he held you so tight against his chest as if you'd vanish right there and then— something that he always did after sex, no matter the circumstance. You giggled wearily against his shoulder, leaving a few kisses here and there before he pulled away slightly to pull you into a kiss— nothing like the ones you shared in the past minutes, this one was all sweet and loving. "Might drip if I pull out."

"You can't stay there forever, Carm."

"Oh, but I want to." he huffed out but still moved to slowly pull out of you anyway, having you both hiss in sensitivity and just like he thought, his come was ready to spill all over the place. Quick-thinker in nature, he caught his seed with his fingers right before they could go further, pushing them back into you just to hear you gasp— and slap his shoulder playfully.

"You're a fucking freak."

"Shut up— round two at my place? Kinda wanna see where that watching me jerk off fantasy of yours might lead us."

a/n: once again i could be easily manipulated into breaking into your house with a part two, who knows

also @carmensberzattos consider this a marriage proposal

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x y/n #carmen berzatto fic #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #the bear #the bear fanfiction #the bear fic #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x reader #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto fluff

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i just had a thought and needed to share it with you LMAO but chishiya is definitely the type of person to use the whole ‘three taps means i love you’ code cuz he rarely ever says it out loud. so like anytime he passes by you he’ll tap your arm three times and sometimes he even finds himself doing it unconsciously in his sleep :((

Thank you for sharing this with me, my friend ♥

How could I NOT write this for you?

Tap, tap, tap.

Three taps on your upper arm as he passed you, his eyes not even looking up from the article he was reading. Only Chishiya’s smirk hinted at the fact that those taps were intentional, and you moved your fingers to the still tingling skin of your arm.

He always did that. Tapping your arm when walking past you, tapping your fingers when you held his hand, even your head when you snuggled into his side while watching a movie together. You had barely noticed at first, but the more often Chishiya did it, the more you questioned what it actually meant.

You had tried to figure out if it occurred after you said or did something special. Maybe it was to tell you that you were stupid (in Chishiya’s own mocking but loving way of course), or that you should move aside? It didn’t make sense.

One time you had questioned him, and the only answer had been a knowing chuckle. Of course, the cunning blonde wouldn’t give you the answer that easily, since he loved to be the clever one. You had even tried to tap him back, but that only led to an even bigger smirk on his face.

Rolling your eyes, you followed Chishiya into the living room, where he dropped back into the couch and barely made place for you when you did the same. You snuggled into his touch, leaving him enough space so he could continue reading that article about surgical stuff, and looked up to his face. Strands of blonde hair tickled your skin, the scent of strawberry shampoo just a hint in the air as you breathed in.

You searched for his hand and didn’t let go until your fingers intertwined with his, and there it was again. Three taps of his thumb against the side of your hand.

“What does it mean?” you asked again, twirling a strand of blonde hair between your fingers.

Chishiya tilted his head towards you just so slightly, a sign that he enjoyed what you were doing. “Hmm?”

You snorted. “Come on, don’t fool me. The taps! You know what I’m talking about. What does it mean?”

“If you can’t figure it out yourself, there’s no need to explain it anyway.”

That asshole. He knew exactly how much you wanted that answer, and he enjoyed it even more to play with you. This was definitely not the reason you loved him. You punched his side, hard enough so he had to flinch, before you snuggled back into it. “I hate you, ‘Chiya.”

“No, you don’t.” He bluntly stated with a smirk. Of course you didn’t.

Later that night, when the movie was long finished and you both had gone to bed, you still lay wide awake and stared at the ceiling. In the darkness of night, only a few shadows were visible, cast by the moon and the trees outside your window. Three taps. And there was a meaning behind it. Just why couldn’t you figure it out?

Chishiya huffed in his sleep and turned around so he was facing you. His mouth was slightly parted and his hair was tousled all around his beautiful features. You couldn’t resist touching his cheek, and his lips curled into a smile for a second. When you pulled back your arm to give Chishiya the space he needed, his fingers brushed your skin and you felt the soft tap, tap, tap once more.

He even did that while sleeping! But what-

You scanned his features, listened to the sound of his breath, and despite the riddle he wouldn’t solve for you, your heart was almost bursting with love for this man. You loved so many things about him – his voice, his cleverness, the way he was a man of few words who preferred to use tiny gestures.

And then it struck you.

Of course! How couldn’t you have seen it before?

Everything that Chishiya did had a meaning, even the slightest touch was considered.

Tap, tap, tap.

Three taps… three words.

I love you.

You smiled, breathing a kiss onto Chishiya’s lips. “I love you, too.”

#chishiya x reader #oneshot #reader x chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #aib #alice in borderland

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perpetualcynicism · 26 days

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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: (𝟸), 𝙰 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

When you step off your starskiff at Central Starskiff Haven, there is a familiar face waiting at the docks. You thank the driver and sidle up to who most may call the General of the Xianzhou Luofu; the famed Divine Foresight; but most importantly, the one you know as your childhood friend. Jing Yuan greets you with a smile and an easygoing call of your name as you approach him.

“It feels like centuries since I saw you last,” you say as you begin your walk down the street. It has not been, but you could almost mistake it for such. So much has happened to the both of you since you last came by. “How have you been? Eating well? Sleeping well?” You cannot help your concern. It is something you learned long ago, that Jing Yuan will not share his troubles unless specifically asked—and from what you have heard, there is good reason for you to worry about him. You raise a hand to rest your thumb on his cheekbone, just below a dark ring underneath his eyelid. “You look underslept.”

“In those regards,” Jing Yuan returns, lowering your hand from his face, “I could return the same questions to you. For all your usual radiance, you look thinner than when I last saw you. Are you taking care of yourself?”

Here is another tactic of his you know too well. You are not to be directed away from the topic of your enquiry. “I asked you first, Jing Yuan.”

“I have been well.”

“Really?”

Jing Yuan raises his eyebrows. “Do you doubt my word?”

“Have you given me your word?” you press, unable to keep your lip from curling at the wonderful familiarity of this banter.

“I give you my word.”

You nod at this, and your smile, along with the banter, fades away as you sigh. All this time, you have been trying to ignore the slight limp in Jing Yuan’s gait as he walks beside you, the slight strain in his voice as he speaks. You wonder whether he has noticed the new slump in your posture. Knowing him, he probably has.

With playful greetings made, there is now space for vulnerability. When you meet his eye, he knows what it means. You fall into an embrace through wordless understanding. His arms come around your upper and lower back, holding you securely but gently to him. You hold his waist and rest your cheek on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It’s the same embrace you have shared for centuries. The one where he makes you feel safe, and you allow him to shake when he needs it. (And really, you know, he needs it more than he would like to admit.) He is taller, now, so that his chin rests on your head and not your shoulder, but it is still the same. You feel him relax against you, just slightly. Just enough for you to know nothing has changed.

(It has been too long since you were last on the Luofu.)

Quietly, you tell him, “I heard about Phantylia, you know. I was worried sick about you. I would have come sooner, but all the routes here were closed off until recently and I was swamped over with work, and…”

“It’s of little matter,” he reassures you. His thumbs draw circles in your back, warm and soothing in their gentle pressure. “Please, do not concern yourself with it.”

“Are you healing alright?”

You hear the smile in his voice. “Much better now that you are here.”

“I see your flattery hasn’t changed,” you say. You tighten your grip around his waist. He understands and obliges, folding you closer. Here, you can let yourself go fully. Leaning into him, you smile wistfully, “And neither have your embraces. Sometimes I think those are the only things that haven’t changed.”

“Should I take that as a compliment, or an insult?”

“No, no! That’s not what I meant. It’s not an insult.” As you frantically take back your comment, Jing Yuan chuckles. Even after all the years you have lived and all you have seen, there remains a kind of honest innocence to you which never fails to endear him. (He will never let you know how much he fears the thought of you losing it.) “It’s just that when I look at you, I can’t get the image of that pint-sized, too-eager sword-wielding child who kept interrupting me when I tried to read in peace out of my head. I know logically that you’re the General, but seeing you act the part is another matter entirely. Frightening, sometimes, even.”

He says, “I apologise for worrying you.”

You sigh and ease yourself away from the embrace. There is a crease in your brow which Jing Yuan wishes to smooth away. “The trouble is, I don’t even know whether you should apologise or not. One one hand, you’re simply doing your job. On the other, you’re being so horribly careless with your life that I want to say an apology isn’t enough.”

“How long do I have with you to make it up to you, in that case?” he asks, and you recognise that this conversation is one to have at a later point. Perhaps when you are not so exposed to the attention of onlookers. There are already people staring, as tends to happen when they see a seemingly-nobody walking side by side with the one and only General. You do not wish to excite their attention any further.

“Not long,” you reply. The conversation moves along. “Only a week or so, and then I’m off again.”

“Where to?”

“The Xianzhou Yuque.”

“The busy life of a scholar, I see.”

“Says the General of the entire Luofu,” you point out. “You can’t get much higher than that.”

“I may be at the top of the authority chain, but it is people like you who keep the Luofu alive.” He pauses for a moment, enough time for the compliment to warm you, and muses, “Only a week, you say?” He clicks his tongue. “I will have to spoil you as much as possible over the coming days.”

“Shouldn’t you be doing boring General… reports, and whatever else, instead of greeting me here and ‘spoiling me as much as possible’?” you ask. He almost looks offended.

“You mean to imply I would prioritise paperwork over my dearest friend?“

You roll your eyes at his melodrama. It is a melodrama you will admit to having missed. “Well, thank you for coming to greet me. I appreciate it.”

“Of course.”

“By the way,” you say after a minute or so of walking in silence, “who manages your paperwork?“

Jing Yuan sounds amused. “Why do you wish to know?”

“I would like to speak with them. They ought to give you more of a break. You really do look exhausted.”

“Qingzu is lenient enough as it is,” he replies. “I’d be loath to trouble her further. Besides, now that you are here, I find myself inexplicably motivated to finish every last page.”

“And when I’m not here?”

For a moment, Jing Yuan purses his lips and is silent. Then, a fraction more quietly, he says, “I get by.”

Ah. “I hope you have some company with you,” you say.

“Company? Why?”

“You’re a lonelier man than you let on.”

He closes his eyes and smiles. “Perhaps.” He pauses again, in thought. “Tell me, how long have we known each other for?”

You try to remember. “Around… seven centuries, I think? Maybe longer, actually. Eight.”

“Eight? That’s almost an entire lifetime.”

“Practically an entire lifetime for me,” you say. You are of similar ages, but you are somewhat of a century or half younger. (When you first met, it seemed like so much bigger a gap.)

“You haven’t tired of me yet?” Jing Yuan asks, accompanying his question with a playful bumping together of your shoulders.

“There’s a reason I’m spending my free week on the Luofu, isn’t there?”

“Ah, yes, of course.” He taps his chin in prolonged and performative thought. “It’s for the street performances, isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes again. “Yes, Jing Yuan, it’s for the street performances.“

He places a hand over his chest. “How cruel. You could at least attempt to pretend it was for my sake.”

“But then you would see right through me.”

“If I was not too absorbed looking right at you, then certainly,” he agrees. Well, it is not quite an agreement. A flirt? But you know Jing Yuan to be a flatterer regardless of who he speaks with. You have your suspicions, of course—not that he makes any attempt to hide it from you—but it can be difficult to gauge the depth of his remarks. Is he trying to court you? Is he trying to distract you? Change the subject of a conversation? One is just as likely as the other.

You shake your head and sigh. “You know,” you say, “over seven hundred years, and yet I still can’t figure you out. You were so much more straightforward when you were younger.”

He tips his head to one side. It reminds you of the little critters he so fondly keeps in his hair. “In what way?”

“You know. Saying what you think, a little brash, mostly annoying…” Jing Yuan pouts. You relent, smirking, before the humour wanes. “These days… Sometimes, I can’t tell what you’re thinking. You ask after me principally to divert my asking after you, you call me a ‘friend’—but a ‘dearest’ one—and then you speak as if we’re partners. And worst of all, you know I overthink these things, so I can only conclude you’re doing it intentionally to play with me.”

This time, when Jing Yuan frowns, it appears to stem from real consideration. “You dislike my behaviour?”

“Dislike? No, not necessarily. But I do sometimes wonder what your real goal is.”

He takes this into account as you walk. “I have been acting out of the assumption that you are comfortable in our current relationship,” he admits. “I do not wish to overstep any eight-hundred-year-old boundaries. Though, I will not pretend I have not tried testing them from time to time.” He turns to you. “Are you?”

“Sorry?”

There is a gravity to his expression which you know only appears when he is being earnest, and his eyes are trained on you in a way that you know he is giving your answer his full attention. “Are you comfortable, as our relationship currently stands?”

You consider saying ‘yes’. Then, just as the word is about to leave your mouth, you change your mind. “Perhaps I would be, if you let me know what it is.”

“I see,” he muses slowly. “I have not been sufficiently clear in expressing how I feel for you. Allow me to clarify.”

Your walking slows to a halt. He lifts your chin, but before he can do anything, you rise on your toes and get there first. You savour the brief surprise which crosses his face as, for a rare moment, Jing Yuan is caught off-guard. His reaction confirms what you were suspecting. Hoping.

“That’s what you were going to do, right?” you say. The question is performative, because your hypothesis has already been proven right.

Jing Yuan’s momentary shock melts warmly into a smile. “Precisely,” he replies. “Perhaps you have ‘figured me out’ more than you think.” He cradles your face in his hands and dips down to return your wordless confession, one left centuries waiting. It feels natural, not forced as you worried a lifelong-friendship-turned-romance may be.

The kiss you share is momentary, but warm and safe, as everything is with Jing Yuan.

The sound of clicking cameras and chatter breaks the warmth. You jump backwards and hasten to collect yourself while, with a chuckle and a sigh, Jing Yuan waves away the gaping onlookers who have gathered. After some light verbal prodding, they reluctantly disperse. You do not miss the wide-eyed states they shoot over their backs towards you as they leave.

“That’s going to go all around the Luofu now,” you sigh, rubbing your brow in embarrassment and guilt. “I’m so sorry. I forgot we were in public.”

“An apology? What for? I certainly don’t mind being seen in public with you.”

It is comfort, but the breach of your security still hangs open. “Is it not… harmful for your reputation, or anything?”

“There are no vows of chastity to be taken when becoming General,” Jing Yuan tells you with a teasing lilt to his voice. “If there were, I would not have accepted the job.”

You scoff incredulously. “You’re joking, right?” He is silent. You stare at him. “…Right?”

Jing Yuan shrugs.

You run a hand through your hair. “Aeons. Eight hundred years.”

“To impart a little secret,” he says, a twinkle dancing in his eyes, “I have been wanting to do that for almost a lifetime.”

“And myself,” you reply, “practically a full one.”

He offers you his arm. You take it. The breach is closed, and you continue your stroll through Central Starskiff Haven side by side. “A week, you say?” Jing Yuan says, half to himself. “So little time, and so much to do. Tell me, where would you like to go first?”

“I’ve been considering visiting Aurum Alley. I haven’t been there since it was renovated.”

“Done. Anywhere else?”

“I heard there was a literature showing in Exalting Sanctum.”

“Aha. So��that is your real reason for coming here.”

“Oh, no. My cunning ruse revealed.”

“Haha. Anywhere else?”

“Are your private quarters on offer?”

“You wish to do something in my private quarters?”

“No, not like that! Aeons, Jing Yuan, I need to unpack my bags! Remember you told me I could use them last time?”

“I see. In another eight hundred years, then?”

“Remind me why I put up with you for almost my entire life?”

“In which manner would you like me to remind you?”

“There’s no way I can win this, is there?”

He smiles. “No.”

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#honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan #jing yuan x reader

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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The Beginning 》 The Baby Fever AU

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: You meet Loki Laufeyson for the first time in your life.

Warnings: uhhmm... none, I think?

Word Count: 1,6k

a/n: Have I ever told you, how my BabyFever!Loki and Y/N met? 🤔 I think not and therefore, I wrote this little fic... ☺️

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @fictive-sl0th @mostclevermiss @linaax @peaches1958 @simping-for-marvel @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @stupidthoughtsinwriting

MASTERLIST

A loud knock sounded against the wooden door of your little office, before one of the secretaries appeared in the door frame. "Agent Y/L/N?" You looked up from your desk. "Yes, Connie?" The brown-haired woman with glasses gave you a small smile. "Sorry for the disturbance, but the prisoner is ready." You nodded. "Alright. I'm coming." Connie nodded in return as well, before she left the office once again. You took a deep breath and stood up, taking the files of the newly taken prisoner with you. Loki Laufeyson. God of Mischief and Prince of Asgard. Adoptive son of Odin Borson and his wife Frigga; brother to Thor Odinson - which was actually a good friend of yours, due to the fact, that he was a Avenger - just like you... Sometimes. He was royalty - and a war criminal. The God had tried to take over New York, just a week ago with an army, called the Chitauri. S.H.I.E.L.D, the Asgardian council (especially Odin) and some other important people had decided what was going to happen with him. What his punishment was going to be, and well... You were the chosen one to be the bearer of the bad news for the Asgardian prince.

Walking down one of the long hallways in the S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, you felt how slight nervosity swirled around in the pit of your stomach. You had never met this man before in your life. Well, you would've met him during his attack, if you wouldn't have laid knocked out at home in bed after catching the flu... Sure, you could look after yourself and you had actually no reason to be nervous, but after hearing everything he had done, Loki seemed to be quite dangerous. The rain clattered against the big window panes on the 60th floor, as you pushed down the door handle to room number seven. With another deep breath, you stepped inside, past the two security guards. The first man you noticed, was the blonde God of Thunder, who gave you a bright smile, "Lady Y/N..." and a nod. "Hey, Thor." You greeted him back, smiling as well. Then you stepped closer, towards the table in the middle. That was when you saw the Asgardian prince for the first time in your life. He was standing behind his brother, arms crossed over his chest and an annoyed expression on his face. You expected Loki to be a lot - but certainly not an incredibly attractive man. One look at him - and suddenly you couldn't breathe. The first thing which immediately hit you like a truck, were his stunning oceanic blue eyes. They were looking straight at you - almost piercing you. Next thing was his face. Thin, but defined lips, paired with clean shaved porcelain skin, razor sharp cheekbones and a jawline to die for. Framed was his gorgeous face by long raven locks, which curled themselves in gentle waves over his shoulders. You couldn't help yourself, but to let your gaze travel lower. He wore a beautiful green tunic - clearly Asgardian, which left little to imagination how well-built his upper body must be underneath the snuggly fitting piece of clothing. The muscles in his arms bulged from having them crossed over his chest; long fingers wrapped around his biceps. Your eyes wandered further south, landing on the perfectly fitting green trousers. Tight trousers - and... Was that... leather? strong thighs peeked out from underneath the tunic, holding his body upright. Long legs led down to his leather boots clad feet. You blinked and swallowed hard, clearly needing a moment.

Normally, the smug and witty God of Mischief noticed immediately, when a woman was drawn in by his undeniable attractiveness. It happened often to him; and therefore that he had a feeling for the female gender, he could clearly tell when a woman was attracted to him. Not uncommonly sexually. But not today. Not this time. Not with Agent Y/N Y/L/N. Why? Because Loki was completely taken aback by your stunning beauty as well. It felt like he could suddenly think straight for the first time in weeks - months... Norns, he would have never ever imagined, that a partially S.H.I.E.L.D agent, partially Avenger was able to look that stunningly beautiful. Never ever had he seen such beauty before - and he had seen a lot. He could've marvelled you longer, no... He would've loved to marvel you longer, but then his oaf of a brother ruined the moment, caused the bubble to burst and brought the prince back down to earth - just like you.

"Shall we start?" You blinked quickly, redirecting your gaze onto Thor. "Of course, sure." You more or less stammered, before you cleared your throat and stepped over to the table, sitting down on the cushioned chair. "P-Please take a seat, Mr. Laufeyson." Usually, Loki would chide you now, for not calling him properly - prince, god, or even king, but he couldn't. His mouth was like sewn shut, voice stuck in his throat. The silver tongue literally had turned to lead. As if remote-controlled, he sat down on the chair, which was opposite you at the table. Thor remained to stand behind him. "I, uh, I think you know why you are here, Mr. Laufeyson?" Loki couldn't even bring himself to say a single word. He just stared at you. Thor frowned, confused to see his brother speak so little. What was wrong with him?

"Mr. Laufeyson?" You tried again, but the raven-haired god still just stared at you. You swallowed hard, unable to read his expression yet. What you thought was pure ignorance and defiance, was actually pure astonishment and overextension. After all, the god never found himself in a situation like that before. You took a deep breath and opened the file with slightly shaking hands. Better to get this over with, you thought - at least one part of your brain. The other was highly intrigued with the mysterious, dark prince sitting across you at that big table. "The state of New York, the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division - in short form S.H.I.E.L.D and the high council of Asgard hand down the following punishment for the Asgardian prince and God of Mischief, Loki Laufeyson." You started reading aloud from the paper laying in front of you. "You are not allowed to return to Asgard for an indefinite time - neither to other realms. You are bound to stay on the earth - Midgard. In addition, your punishment is to join the Avengers initiative, in order to make up for the destruction you caused and the lives you destroyed. For the first five months, you will stay under supervision. If there are no complications occurring within those five months, you are allowed to join the Avengers on missions." Your words managed to snap the God out of his trance like rigidity. That he was banished from Asgard was one thing, but that he had to join the Avengers was something entirely different. Loki blinked violently, now looking at you incredulously. "I am forced to join this bunch of clowns and would-be superheroes?" "Brother-" Thor immediately interjected, trying to cool Loki down, but you lifted your hand. "It's okay, Thor. Let's give him time to adjust." You didn't know where those kind words were coming from, but a part inside you could understand Loki. You may not know him 'privately', but you read his files. Abandoned by his biological father as a baby, left on a rock to die. Saved by the Allfather, only to grow up as the 'second best', living in the shadow of his older brother and being lied to his whole life. That man hadn't an easy past.

"This is ridiculous." His loud voice cut through the air. "Would you rather end up in the dungeons in Asgard, brother? Damned to never see the light of the day again?" Loki knew his brother was right, but his pride couldn't accept that. "Well, maybe it would've been for the best! Just lock me away in that rotten cell, so nobody has to worry about me anymore! All I ever was in my whole life was anyway nothing more than a burden for-" "Loki, please don't. I-" Thor said, shaking his head, as the two security guards stepped inside the room, cutting him off. They must've heard the noises. They pulled him rather roughly up from the chair, handcuffed him and gagged him, before they pulled Loki with them. You watched with wide eyes and opened mouth, unable to say or do something. You saw how they dragged him away - such a strong, majestic man suddenly so weak and small. Loki took a last look over his shoulder at you, before he vanished through the door. His eyes so troubled. "Agent Y/L/N, are you alright?" Nick Fury's voice suddenly urged to your ears, ripping you out of your thoughts. You snapped your head up to meet his eye, nodding. "Sure." It was exact in that moment, that you realised, that this man wasn't evil like everybody else stated. Maybe this man was just heavily misunderstood - and one thing was certain... You would get to the bottom of that.

Little did you now at that time, that you just met your soulmate. Your best friend. Your future husband and father of your children.

#the baby fever au #loki laufeyson x female reader #loki x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #marvel loki #loki imagines #loki oneshot #mcu fanfiction

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kaerichan-yatta · 4 days

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Prohibite no longer.

(Alastor & Rosie)

Summary: Not only he teases, not only he constantly smiles, not only he hates technology, not only he loves his mother. Oh no, he has much bigger reactions, when he's in the specific mood... A/N: first Hazbin Hotel fic!! Don't hate, just correct in case<3 Enjoy!

"My, God must've had a ton of fun in making you so sensitive, darling..."

Gosh, how much he was feeling stupid. The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, one of the most powerful and dangerous beings in hell...now reduced to a fit of giggles and, surprising his friend as well, with a good layer blush on his cheeks.

"D-Don't say thahahat...it's even more e-embarassing..."

"Oh! Embarassing...why dear, you look like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, no?"

Well, in a way or another, deep inside, he was.

"Rohohosie..."

"There you go! It's always music to my ears to hear you giggle!"

The deer demon scrunched up his nose and his usual grin extended to his, well...where human ears would be. Rosie beamed, keeping her playful assault. Her nails skittered along his ribs, up and down his sides, eventually reaching his upper ribs close to his armpits. And that was the absolute worst for him, but being honest-

"Just remember you asked for it, dear..."

Exactly. Alastor had been in a mood for way too long, and of course the way he had decided to write down his own destiny was by taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa beside Rosie with the arm on the headrest, leaving his torso unprotected.

"I- gah! I knohohow..."

"Oh? Would it tickle you more if I were to pinch here? Or give it a small squeeze there? Ah, who am I kidding...of course it does!"

Alastor's body gently squirmed side to side. Rosie's touch being so delicate, her tickling feeling so soft and slow, not to mention the teasing...if that would've driven someone up the wall, he was already at the ceiling this time.

It was actually pretty frequent for them to have this kind of activity. Basically Alastor being bratty enough to doom himself for the following minutes...or hours, sometimes. Soon finding himself on his back, laying horizontally on the sofa, his torso staying right in Rosie's lap where she could easily reach, where her fingers and nails could go down town on his most sensitive spots.

But obviously, just with Rosie.

And when her fingers found a small opening through his shirt, where they reached his skin, he was done for.

"Gh-! R-Rohohosie! You- hahaha! You know i-it's so bahahahad here!"

Rosie knew he wasn't the type who giggled often, but that cackle he just let out was enough to statisfy and encourage her even more.

"Oh, I do know, Alastor, and I-" she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed his little deer tail wagging happily, as well as his legs kicking a bit, and she smiled even more, softly yet teasingly.

"And I don't plan on leaving your tummy untouched, especially after noticing the cutest details about your reactions..."

Alastor mentally cursed himself and his deer-like behavior that showed up whenever he had his stomach tickled. But well...if that was making Rosie happy, in a way...maybe asking for it hadn't been that much of a bad idea.

"I really don't see the point of prohibiting the others to tickle you silly, dear...you're basically hiding such endearing reactions to your beloved ones..."

She let a giggle escape, which went completely unheard since she had moved her fingers to the side of his stomach, making his laughter raise even more.

"Y-You knohohow how to be geheheHEHEntle!..."

Rosie blinked twice, that soft smile still stuck on her lips.

"Gentle? From my point of view, it doesn't seem like this is gentle at all...or could it be that you're too sensitive and ticklish around your little tummy?"

Bingo. Alastor threw his head back on the sofa, bright laughter coming from him, his knees bending in an attempt to curl up as Rosie's fingers sped up the tickly torment.

"Come now Alastor, dear..."

"M-Mahahaybe!"

"Maybe what, mhh?"

"M-Maybe I AHAHAHAM!"

Now these were cackles: Rosie knew he was close to his breaking point.

"Maybe you're what? I don't remember...would you be so kind to refresh my memory?"

And here Alastor thought she was so gentle...but the exact moment he formed his answer, Rosie's fingernails found the back of his ribs on his left side, and a radio static-like screech came from him.

"Oh stars! So this is the spot indeed?"

The deer overlord started squirming around more, desperately trying to curl up, but soon giving up in doing so as he noticed it was only encouraging the cannibal overlord to dig deeper in the ticklish spot.

His hands went up to cover his flushed face, eventually muffling his cackles and squeals, which led Rosie to sneak a finger under his armpit for a quick scribble, making the smiling laughing demon suddenly arch his body to the side, squealing again, lowering his arm.

"Uh-uh, don't hide that smile! By the way, you're always smiling...what's the sudden need of hiding it? Hmm? Could it be I'm tickle, tickle, tickling you a bit too much?"

"Y-YES! Y-Yes it's- AHAHAH! St-stohohop!"

Rosie held in the urge to just chuckle upon hearing all that radio static in his voice, between his laughter, almost close to wheezing, his head was now shaking and his ears were adorably folded back flat in his hair.

"Alright, dear..I feel like your little itch has been scratched enough, am I right?"

Her tickling came to and end, slowly so that he could catch his breath back better, her hand resting on his stomach now.

Alastor nodded his head, quickly recovering, his usual smile now back on his face, though it certainly looked more happy now.

"Consider yourself quite lucky, darling..." he said, regaining his composure back and sitting up on the sofa, at her side "you're the only one allowed to do this, so far, as I told you the other times as well"

Rosie softened her expression, though a question couldn't help but come to her mind.

"But why might that be, I wonder?"

Alastor fixed his monocle, sighing a little.

"Others tend to...let's say, overboard" he confessed.

Rosie frowned a bit. Well, being honest, she could understand. Some people he stayed with at the hotel could get a bit...energetic, sometimes. Especially a certain spider, or a princess. But her frown got quickly replaced by a relaxed expression, as a silly tease popped into her head.

"Well..." she said "you could always stabilish boundaries"

Alastor thought for a moment. He could, for when he'll be feeling in a mood again.

"Doesn't sound too bad, honestly..."

"So that means you actually enjoyed our little playful time earlier?" Rosie giggled, hearing his breath get disturbed by radio static once again.

He shook his head slowly, chuckling at her phrase.

"Well, you got me there. Quite a good one, darling"

Maybe, he was really going to give up his thing of prohibiting the others to tickle him in the future. Maybe...asking for it really hadn't been a bad idea at all.

#kaeri writing #sfw tickles #tickle fic #hazbin hotel sfw tickle #lee!alastor #ler!rosie #hazbin hotel

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getmehighonmagic · 4 months

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My year in review: Favourite Lines - 2023

Thank you for the tag @anincompletelist ♥ I think I got tagged by several people over the past few days to do an entire year in review post, but I feel like a fraud because I only really picked my writing back up in October :') This, however, I can do! So, here goes nothing. These are in no particular order btw!

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From your delicate point of view

Nature is fascinating to Henry, Alex has noticed. He loves bird watching; could talk endlessly about how the colors of the trees change when the season does. He’ll often look up at the sky and try to figure out if he sees any shapes in the clouds, only to point them out to Alex with such a bright, toothy grin on his face that Alex’s heart forgets to do its job. Henry loves butterflies and ladybirds; loves freshly mowed grass and the smell of sunshine after rain. With the serenity they’ve found comes peace and the opportunity to discover new things. While nature has become Henry’s thing, Henry is Alex’s thing. Henry has always been Alex’s thing, but since moving in together, Alex can’t seem to keep his eyes off of him. He loves how the crease between Henry’s eyes has smoothened out over time; how the worry in his eyes has disappeared as the pressure of his responsibilities slowly has, too. He loves seeing his full, plush lips now moisturized and bright pink, instead of chapped from worrying them with his teeth so much.

From lips so good I forget my name

“I love you, you know,” he eventually says, his upper lip shimmering with their combined saliva. Taylor kisses it, the sight too alluring. “Why?” he asks, his mouth still grazing Nick’s. Nick shrugs. “That’s how life works, innit? Sometimes you just love someone.” “I’m someone?” Taylor rolls his eyes at himself the second the words are out of his mouth. Why can’t he ever be normal around Nick? “No,” Nick laughs, “you’re Taylor. And you’re mine. At least a little bit, if that’s okay?” Taylor’s stomach tightens, not unpleasantly. He reaches up to take Nick’s chin between his index finger and thumb and smiles goofily. “I can be your Taylor,” he says. “A little bit.”

From kiss me like you love me

Henry’s knees dig into the couch where he’s straddling Alex’s lap, their thighs pressed together. Alex is so hard inside him, Henry can feel him throb just past his rim, but they’re not moving. He’s pressed right up against Henry’s prostate, so deep inside him that Henry is certain he’ll see the tip of him poke through the skin of his lower stomach if he glances down between them. He’s not willing to test the theory, however - too occupied with licking into Alex’s mouth as if it’s the last chance he’ll get to acquaint himself with all the bumps and ridges of his teeth. “I love you,” Alex breathes into his mouth between kisses. Henry nods frantically, tugging on the curls at the nape of Alex’s neck. “Love you, I love you,” he pants, before tilting his head to the side and slotting their mouths together properly again. He loves kissing Alex, is the thing. He loves everything about Alex, but kissing him does something special to his insides. Alex isn’t one to do things half-arsed and maybe that’s the reason for his never ending obsession with kissing. It’s not just the soft press of his lips, his wet, skilled tongue, or the way he smiles into most of their kisses because Henry is apparently able to make him happier than ever. It’s so much more than that, even though it already seems like so much. It’s the way Alex leans into him with his whole body and soul. It’s the way his hands always seem to find the perfect spots on Henry’s body to hold him and make him feel safe; whether that’s the small of his back, the space between his shoulder blades, the back of his head and neck, or even the curve of his arse. It’s the way Alex whispers sweet little nothings to him as he takes him apart with the slightest touch of tongue against his bottom lip and the way he won’t let Henry come up for air until it’s absolutely necessary. Henry has never been kissed the way Alex kisses him and he can’t get enough. It won’t ever be enough.

From address me properly

“What’s the matter, Your Majesty?” Alex quips, popping out a hip as he leans against the throne. “Swallowed your tongue?” He shrugs and studies his nails. “I don’t know, I seem to remember your tongue doing quite the thing last night. Maybe you should-” “Bloody hell,” Henry growls. He strides forward, yanks Alex away from the throne and wraps a hand around his throat. “If you insist on being a brat, Alexander, at least do it properly and call me by my given title,” he hisses, pressing in close to Alex’s front. Alex swallows thickly and opens his mouth, only to close it again and whimper quietly at the firm press of Henry’s hand. “Your- Y-Your Royal Highness,” he whispers, trembling on his legs. Henry grins, pleased with the effect he has on him. Alex might be a bratty arsehole with a big mouth, but the minute Henry uses his authority on him, he turns into a puddle of please and more. “Good boy,” he praises quietly, his tone low and smooth like honey. “Now strip for me.”

From don't ruin your good trousers

The memories of last night flash briefly before Henry’s eyes; Alex on his back, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head thrown back and his cock leaking all over his stomach, as Henry fucks into him over and over and over again. He’d felt almost delirious, the power he had over Alex rushing through his veins and heating up his skin. Henry doesn’t know what it is that makes him feel so greedy for control when they are in London, but Alex seems to appreciate it immensely. He’d challenged and provoked Henry throughout all of yesterday, until Henry had forced him to his knees, shoving two fingers into his mouth and hissing through his teeth to “be a good fucking boy, Alex.” Alex had been a very good boy. His little pleas and whimpers still play like the soundtrack of Henry’s life in the back of his mind. “Are you- Um… Do you have plans? For me?” Alex asks, startling Henry from his thoughts. “You look… Henry, you have that look in your eyes.” Henry smiles sweetly at his boyfriend and trails warm hands over his sides, his stomach, his hips. “Make sure you’ve made use of the restroom before noon today,” he murmurs against the side of Alex’s face. He drags his lips along his jawline and up to his ear, before he adds, “No more, past noon. Not until I say so.”

This was rather difficult, haha! Anyway, I'm tagging @magicandarchery @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @winderlylandchime @kiwiana-writes @ninzied @eusuntgratie @lostcol and anyone who wants to participate, but no pressure ♥

Thank you to everyone who commented or gave kudos to my fics this year, a special thank you to my friends in our little group chat who always manage to hype me up by yelling at me and let's go for another successful fic year in 2024! ♥

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not-so-lost-after-all · 8 months

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It was strange to be back home, back in the city. She hasn't been here for decades and many things were unrecognizable, for better or worse. Today, they reached the upper city and Esipre couldn't resist visiting the palace she called home when she was a little girl. It was an empty shell now, where everything valuable was stolen long ago. She thought seeing that place would hurt like opening old wounds but to her suprise, all she felt was a gentle ache.

She even recalled something when wandering the dark dusty ballroom. A moment in time, innocent and lost forever. She was ten when this place was full of life and light. Dancing figures, laughter... Her father was not here but her mother was having a good time. She was dancing with just about anybody, chattering, proud like a colourful bird. Esipre remembered she saw silver haired elf heading in her mother's direction, probably wishing to ask for a dance. But there was someone quicker, a blonde elven woman offering the lady some wine. The man stopped himself and then Espire faintly heard his chuckle.

Even in her innocence, she sensed something weird about those two and hurried to warn her mother. Then there he was in front of her, that man with silver curls.

“Hello, little lady,” he greeted and his voice was warm and sounded like he was constantly bemused. “Is there something I can help you with?”

She took a few steps back when she noticed his eyes were blood red. “I just want to talk to my mother.” They both looked in the direction of the main table. Her mother wasn't there anymore.

“Did you know that woman, sir? Mother must have left with her.”

“It took courage to approach a lady like this. I didn't know Dal has it in her.”

Like the stupid child she was, Esipre took the bait. “But you know where they're going, right?”

The man smiled but there was no joy in it. His eyes regarded her coldly. Then he tilted his head and that cruel smile faltered from his pretty lips. “Not really. It's already too late, I'm afraid, little bird... but you'd still better run to find your father and tell him what happened.”

And she did. Of course it took her almost half an hour to find her father in the library in the process of disrobing one of the guests. Her mother was never seen again, dead or alive.

...

Today she decided to be generous and grant their merry band a night at the inn. And yet, Esipre was not in the mood to listen to a bard or sit near the fireplace. She was the first to retreat to her room but sleep was escaping her. When she finally almost drifted to dreams, she felt colder body at her back - not completely unpleasant sensation - and his fingers under her shirt traveling from her belly to her breasts.

She giggled, her eyes still closed. Astarion perhaps didn't want to sleep with her now but he certainly couldn't resist teasing her sometimes. She turned on the bed to face him. “Hello,” she murmured softly. “What is it? You complained you'd rather sleep in bed, certainly it would be more comfortable in your own?”

“You were lost in thoughts almost the whole day. Did I do something wrong?” There was impatient, child-like tinge to that question.

“No.” I know it wasn't your cruelty. That words stayed in her throat. “When I visited my old home, it just got me thinking. In another life, do you think we could have met here in the city?”

“Oh certainly,” he laughed but quickly got serious again. “I'm so glad we didn't. Cazador would have even entertained the idea of turning you, I think. He would have loved your screams, you're not the type to beg.”

“Lovely,”she grimaced. “Seems like gods favored me. More than once.”

Esipre wondered about her memory again. But she is not a child anymore. She's not afraid of monsters, in fact, she befriends them. When he told her he wants the thing between them to be real, her heart started racing in panic when she realized he was serious abut it. Truth to be told, she turned around to run away before reminding herself she's no coward. Then she walked back and hugged him, sending the memories of her laughing at his joke, of her smiling when he wasn't looking, even of her blushing when noone was around. Seems like she did love in her life but never learned.

She was cut-throat, sharp and often unkind, only funny in a deadpan way. Not exactly what he needed. Perhaps they both were broken but what if they are pieces from different puzzle? In any case, Esipre decided to get yet another thing out of the way.

“I suppose you're not staying for the cuddle, so are you hungry?”

He raised one eyebrow. He actually didn't ask since the first time and it's been weeks. She encouraged him to bite her back there in the woods but that night she was half drunk which made her bolder. He joked he'll be more gentle next time and she would slap him but the corners of her mouth twitched instead. She just couldn't stay mad at him.

“Appreciated but you didn't have to do it.”

Ah, she guessed it felt wrong if he didn't provide anything in return. “Listen,” she said sternly. “I don't mind it when it's with you. I've made it and I want to give it to you. You don't have to try hard for something I'm offering freely. Is that still so unthinkable?”

“May I remind you...” That I could kill you.

“But you won't.”

He didn't wait for another invitation, of course. He kissed her collarbone, her jaw, her neck and Esipre put her arms around him. She hissed when his fangs punctured the skin - he was not exactly gentle, of course. But it was nothing compared to cuts and bruises she suffered even today. She heard her heart racing under the pressure, her head lighter than when she was drunk. She was nothing but a thrill seeker, she supposed. When she started drifting away, she gasped and he stopped. Esipre took his head in her hands and slowly kissed him. He tasted like smoke and cold rain and like iron in her blood.

“That wasn't bad,” she whispered, still out of breath.

“Do you want me to go?”

“Do you want to go?”

He shook his head and sent her a feeling through their connection this time. Happy.

For the first time, he was there with her in the morning.

#astarion #bg3 astarion #i felt “inspired”#astarion x tav #my writing

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yxstxrdrxxm · 1 month

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POLL RESULT—! > —answer it honestly. Maybe he won't judge.

"I... Have been dealing with recurring nightmares for years. Night terrors, so to speak."

Noticing the serious tone from the florist, the stranger's smile fell. Still, he remained quiet and nodded, brow furrowed in concern as he heard them take a breath.

"It's been a difficult time for me, sir. Sometimes, I feel like I can't sleep for hours when all I hear is them yelling," they continued, rubbing the back of their neck. "Maybe it's an issue I have to resolve on my own, but it's.. Why I'm quite shaken today."

...

The silence is deafening. Absolutely, utterly deafening.

Just why did they chose to tell a stranger their issues?

Still, to their surprise (and relief), he took it well. Rubbing their shoulder to ease the tension, his lips curled to a gentle smile.

"Night terrors aren't easy to deal with," he began, his eye drifting it's gaze to the scenery before them. "Sometimes, it can even lead to sleepless nights. It's no wonder you're shaken right now."

... He understands how I feel about this, does he?

"I won't ask you for anything else. We're both strangers, after all," he reminded her with a gentle pat, "But just know that you're doing a decent job, going out to get your mind off things. I would suggest not pondering over it too much, though."

Ah. Just to prevent an accident or two.

[ AFFECTION ↑ 2+ ! ]

YESTERDAY nodded thoughtfully, their eye looking back up to the latter. After a beat of silence, they tilted their head.

"Well, speaking of which... I don't think I've seen you here before. Did you move here?"

"Me? Move?" the latter laughed. "God, no. I actually came by from the upper district, you see. I'm only here to visit my brother. He's opening up a bar, so I wanted to see where it is."

Oh! That must be the redhead that they first met! Although they weren't sure if they knew where it exactly was, they recalled that he mentioned it before in his visit.

"I believe it should be across Crescentium. Although, you may want to ask anyone else for confirmation, I could be wrong."

He seems rather amused at the thought, judging by the mischievous twinkle in his eye. Pulling his hand away, he placed it on his hip, the free one adjusting his rat tail with a smirk.

"... Hm... Perhaps, or you can come with me. I'd like to get to know you better, little orchid."

...

Wait, what did he just say?

"I— I beg your pardon?" YESTERDAY stammered, their mind drawing a blank at such a bold request.

"You heard me," he quipped, leaning down a bit as his smirk became more evident. "I'd like for you to come with me to see my brother. After all, think of this as... Well, an equivalent exchange. You help me find my brother's establishment, and I give you a few tips to deal with night terrors."

YESTERDAY can only feel themselves try to think of an answer. They didn't want to outright hurt his feelings, sure, but by God do they want to be left alone after being jumpscared by a tall man.

Still, there isn't much time left. They needed to choose.

This poll will receive answers until 10 AM (GMT+8). Keep in mind that the majority will win, so vote what you think is right.

Additionally, any poll after this with additional votes WILL be null when the results are out. Choose wisely, focus on the recent poll, and ignore the past.

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shinysparklesapphires · 5 months

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BOO‼️😼 I was having a brainrot on them, so I had this cute scenario hehe so enjoy it!! :3

Adeline watched from afar with a curious look upon her face, wondering to herself how could the two of them be “only friends”.

Of course, Fauna, for the shy person she is, she wouldn’t have her confession through out loud words or things written on the paper. And Che’nya can’t admit his feelings in a full honest way, no, no… He has to tease, until his words come out as meaningful, but at the end of the scenario he backs away, saying it was only a joke. It might not seem, but, Adeline knew, he was just as shy as Fauna. How could they have their feelings spoken?

Words clearly aren’t the answer. Time alone? Maybe, but still not just it. A date wouldn’t be for their ideal taste as show for their emotions towards one another. So, what could it be…

Adeline hums staring down at the mutual pinning. Before her head snaps to a red covered book with a silver tittle. A chuckle left her lips, as she approaches the book training the partner of the tittle. “The history is repeating itself, all over again.” She slyly smiles holding the book closer to herself. As the idea forms up in her head.

—🥀

“Fauna?” Che’nya’s coice rang through the princess’ ears, as she spoons her body to the other way around. “What are you doing here late at night?” He asks, his cat-like curiosity makes his tail curl up.

“Oh, hello Che’nya.” The blue sky and moonlight reflected on Fauna’s shy smile looking down at him, as her dark pinkish hair being tucked behind her ear. “Adeline invited me to tell me something.”

Fauna may be sometimes pretty innocent and gullible, but opposite from Che’nya, who has already caught on the situation. But decides to hide, Adeline is giving him the chance, and he won’t throw it away.

“Huh, she tolds me the same.”

He looks to the side as Fauna hums, wondering what Adeline would want from them. He opens the paper with Adeline’s invitation, he stares at it, with a small music of the school halls playing at the background. And thinking Che’nya wouldn’t noticed (though he did), the song was a more classical rhythm and slow dance type. He thinks for a second on being silly and inviting Fauna to dance, but he scratches down the idea, after all: Che’nya couldn’t dance, he would disappoint someone like her.

However when he looks to the side he sees Fauna slightly bowing her upper body, awhile looking up to him, her hand hanging there for him to take it… Maybe she did knew what Adeline’s intentions was.

Che’nya gives an awkward laugh, shaking his head. “I… I can’t dance. I will mess up everything.”

Fauna keeps staring at him, but with a small sparkle in her eyes, her look turns soft and smile shows in her face.

“It’s okay, I can teach you.”

He looks at her with the same sparkle. That was sure a bold move and pretty much out of her character. So he laughs and slyly smirks. “What? Are you telling me you wouldn’t mind to teach me just so you can have a dance with me?”

She stays speechless for a few seconds, cheeks warms even if blushing was not visible. But then, Fauna smiles with a nod. Taking the cat guy out of guard, as he takes her hand slightly hesitantly.

That was is a tale, mostly old as time. But true as it can be. Both are deep friends, yet, neither one prepared, but for the bow from the taller girl it turns to something unexpected.

From afar the soon-to-be couple danced. Awhile, in the window, there was a known smile, with a proud face.

“You and your job as a cupid apparently.” Isabelle chuckles closing the curtains to give them the privacy privilege from Adeline.

“Now it is your turn and Leona’s.” She gives a wide grin, after getting hit by a pillow.

Meanwhile down the dorm close to the school halls, Che’nya’s head was in Fauna’s chest as both slow dance. He looks up to her eyes glancing back and forth back and forth, from her eyes and lips. As the fairy leans forward and forward and fowards…

Until their lips meet.

GIGGLGLING AND KICKING MY FEET BARBS THIS IS SO SWEET AAAAAA FAUN'YA MY BELOVEDS THEY'RE SO CUTE AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

#barbs!

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koshkamartell · 11 months

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Chapter 5 - Afterglow

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The next day I tried to arrive home from work just before 5.30pm. I had made sure to wear my prettiest blouse and most flattering pencil skirt to work, but I was eager to change into something more casual before Joel came over. I walked down my street from the bus stop, listening to music on my phone with my earphones. I was shocked to see Joel standing at my door step when I reached my apartment. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans and stood with his arms folded.

"Hi," I said, pulling the earphones from my ears. "I didn't expect you to be so early."

"Oh, I'm sorry," he looked embarassed. "You want me to come back later?"

I gave him a smile. "Don't be silly. It's fine. Would you like to come in?"

Joel looked me up and down. "Yeah. Sure."

I unlocked the front door and we walked inside. I could feel his eyes on my ass as he followed me to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to return your jacket. I didn't have your number until the other day so..."

"It's alright. You could've worn it if ya wanted. Weather's been cold lately." Joel murmured.

The jacket was sat on the couch where he had left it, although sometimes when I would lay on the couch to watch TV I found myself clutching it to my chest. I could never admit that to him though.

Joel sat down on the couch, manspreading and taking up half of the space. "How was work?"

"Good." I sat down on the other end of the couch and crossed my legs. I noticed him glance at my stockinged legs and feet. "Just busy with cataloguing some new articles and books. How was your work?"

Joel nodded. "It was okay. Workin' on a custom piece of furniture for a client. That's been takin' up most of my time. I'm almost done with it."

"Oh, that sounds interesting. I would love to see your work one day."

Joel looked at me and smiled his half smile. "Really?"

I nodded.

"Well, I can take ya to my workshop sometime, if you would like."

"Yes please." I stared at him and had to suppress the urge to run my fingers through his hair. His hair was dishevelled today but it complimented his attractive face perfectly, his crown of curls accentuating the alluring quality of his eyes. I smiled to myself at the thought of me touching his hair. Joel tilted his head and gazed at me, a mischievous gleam now in his eyes.

"What? What's that look for?" His smile grew.

"Nothing." I giggled coyly. "Just...your hair looks a bit different today."

"Oh?" Joel combed his fingers through his hair self consciously. "I probably look like shit," he mumbled.

"No, not at all." I reassured him, reaching out to his arms in an attempt to stop his grooming. "You look good, honestly."

He chuckled. "You're a liar."

"I promise I'm not." I smiled sweetly. Joel smiled and reached out to hold my hands in his. He leaned closer towards me.

"Well, ya know, you look good, too." He said shyly.

I blushed and gave Joel's hands a small squeeze. His smile slowly faded as his demeanor became serious, the mischief leaving his eyes. He now appeared solemn, almost sad.

"You're so beautiful, Alessandra." He whispered. "Everytime I see you, I wanna kiss you."

"Really?" I whispered back. My heart began to beat faster and my mouth felt dry.

"Yes." His eyes fell to my mouth and he slowly leaned closer. I shifted towards him at the same time, as if hypnotised. I kissed his lips softly. Joel kissed me back and moved his hands up my arms and my neck, stopping to cup my face. I placed my hands on his arms and squeezed his biceps, loving the feeling of his strength of his body. Our kiss deepened and our tongues danced as our bodies were drawn together. His lips were soft and his facial hair tickled against my face. The energy between us felt electric. We continued kissing for what seemed like so long. I ran my fingertips up and down his shoulders, admiring how broad they felt. Our kiss became more passionate as my hands explored his upper body and one of his hands moved down to touch my breast.

Joel propped himself up and pushed his chest against me, forcing me back into a reclined position on the couch. Without breaking our kiss he slid inbetween my legs on his knees, pressing against me. His hand massaged my breast through my blouse and I could feel his hard cock on my thigh through his jeans. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and let out a small moan in his mouth.

"Alessandra," he gasped for air. "Fuck. You drive me crazy, girl." We looked into each other's eyes and he nuzzled his face against mine. "Your lips taste so sweet."

I gently tugged at his hair and gave his lips a soft peck. Joel brushed his fingers over my hard nipple and pinched it through my blouse. I moaned and arched my back slightly.

"Oh, Joel."

He suddenly grabbed ahold of my breast roughly and kissed me deeply. One of my legs hooked itself around his waist, which excited him more. His hand slid down to my stomach and rested there, then he broke the kiss for air.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He breathed. He pressed his nose against mine. "I mean, do you want to?"

I nodded. "Yes," I gently bit his bottom lip.

He let out a husky groan and ran his hand down to where my skirt had ridden up and exposed my thighs. His fingertips caressed my thigh and gently squeezed it's flesh. I let out a small squeak of pleasure.

"Can I take these off?" Joel whispered as his hand ran over my stocking thigh. I nodded.

"Mmhmm."

He sat up on his knees and I watched his eyes run down my body and stop at my crotch. With both hands he reached up my thighs and under my skirt to the waistband of my stockings. He hooked his fingers around it and carefully began to peel them off my body. I watched the concentrated tenderness on his face as he slowly rolled the stockings all the way down my legs and off my feet and then discarded them on the floor.

"Fuck," Joel whispered, spreading my legs apart to stare at the sheer black underwear covering my pussy. He reached out and brushed the pad of his thumb against my clit. I let out a shuddered moan and bit my lip, my hips instinctively shifting closer to his hand.

Still on his knees Joel leaned down to kiss me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers in his hair. He moved his thumb in soft slow circles against my clit that sent shivers through my body and made me moan into his mouth. The ecstasy was building inside me as our tongues rolled together and he stimulated my body so expertly.

Without breaking our kiss Joel swiftly grasped my panties and pulled them to the side. He now pressed my bare clit with his thumb and slid his forefinger down my slit, which was now slick with my wetness. I pulled away from his lips and gasped.

"Oh my god."

He stared into my eyes and slowly pushed his large finger inside my pussy, his dark eyes almost hypnotic in their gaze. I gripped onto his neck and moaned.

"You're so wet, honey." He murmured.

I shut my eyes and tilted my head back, savouring the feel of his finger sliding in and out of me. He buried his face in my neck and trailed soft bites on my flesh, causing me to whimper. Joel continued rubbing my clit and steadily pushed a second finger inside my pussy. I pulled his hair and groaned loudly. His movements were gentle and slow and I was shocked by how well he seemed to know my body. I wonder how many women he's been with, I randomly thought. He's so good.

Joel crooked his two fingers and touched the sweet spot inside me that overwhelmed me with pleasure. I moaned louder and pulled his face up from my neck to kiss him. He continued to stroke my g spot and massage my clit simultaneously while kissing me deeply. My hips rocked slightly in rhythm with his movements, my body totally consumed with rapture. I felt body close to climax.

I pulled back from the kiss and whispered against Joel's lips. "Joel...I...I'm going to..."

"Yes baby, cum for me." He whispered back.

I moaned loudly and gripped onto his shoulders, his words pushing me over the brink of orgasm. My muscles clenched around his thick fingers and my whole body shuddered against his as I came. He kissed me gently on the lips and only slowed down his movements once the wave of my orgasm began to dissipate. I panted and my legs went slack, exhausted. I felt his lips smile against my face. Joel slowly slid his fingers out of me and stroked their slickness against my swollen clit, making me whimper.

"How do you feel, honey?" Joel nuzzled me with his nose. I shut my eyes and steadied my breathing, still gripping onto him. Feeling shy, I pushed my face down into his neck to hide myself. He laughed a little and kissed the top of my head. "Come here, let's cuddle."

I let myself be enveloped in his arms. My hands roamed over his broad chest and soft stomach. I loved feeling his body. I slowly started unbuttoning his jeans and he gave a small push of his hips to allow me to. I unzipped his jeans and reached inside to feel his hard dick through his underwear. A small moan escaped his lips.

I was shocked at his size. I wrapped my hand around it and gave it a stroke, admiring how fat and long it was. Joel ran a hand through my hair.

"Please don't tease me," he murmured.

I slipped my hand inside his underwear and held him. "Fuck," I whispered to myself.

I carefully pulled his dick out and looked down to see it exposed. The tip was wet with precum and stood erect and huge in my hand.

Joel pushed his hips forward, urging me to move my hand. I started slowly jerking my hand up and down his shaft and he groaned loudly. I looked at his face and saw his eyes shut, his mouth open slightly. I planted a little kiss against his chin.

"Is that okay?" I whispered, gripping his dick a little harder and moving my hand up and down faster.

"Yes baby," Joel muttered. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He bunched a handful of my hair in his fist and used it to guide my face close to his. "Please keep going." I bit my lower lip and nodded.

He uttered a moan and squeezed my breast with his other hand, staring into my eyes. I leaned closer and kissed his lips softly as I continued to jerk him off. After a couple minutes he broke the kiss and gasped.

"Honey, you keep doin' that and I'm gonna cum." His breathing was becoming ragged.

"Mmhmm, papi." I jerked his dick faster and he pushed his hips forward and back in rhythm. A few moments later Joel let out a loud moan and shot a warm stream of cum onto my hand, his body shuddering through his orgasm.

~~~~~~

Afterward we had cuddled on the couch for a long time. We talked a little about different things, asking each other general questions about our lives, but mainly spent the time silently enjoying the comfort of our bodies entwined on my couch. I learnt that Joel was divorced but had no children and hadn't had a serious relationship since. I gathered that it was a sensitive topic for him as he frowned and didn't give much detail about what had happened. Not wanting to pry I changed the subject to something else.

He had stayed for dinner and had insisted on ordering and paying for pizza. He was very gentlemanly and polite despite our earlier intimacy, and at times resorted to the serious demeanour he adopted when we first met. Still, I felt comfortable with him and enjoyed his company.

When it was 10pm, he apologised for needing to get home. We shared a hug and a kiss at my door, and then he left. I couldn't remember feeling so euphoric for such a very long time.

I promised myself not to text him or call him. I was already eagerly awaiting the next time I would see him and I hated myself for feeling clingy so quickly.

~~~~~~

I went to work the next day unable to wipe the smile from my face. I found my mind continuously wandering what Joel was doing, scenes from the previous evening flashing in my imagination. I felt my muscles tighten at the memory of his touch and the sight of his cock.

While riding the bus home from work I was chatting in our girls group chat.

Toni: can we do dinner sometime this week?

Anna: I can drive to Preston on the weekend, I have early shifts all this week 😣

Ness: I'm craving burritos

Toni: no I want to try that Thai place on Lander St

Alessandra: I can do any night 😊 and I need to drop off your car anyway

Ness: free tomorrow night?

I walked home with my earphones in listening to my playlist. It was beginning to get darker earlier now that the seasons were changing, and I noted to myself that I needed to start leaving a light on at the apartment so I wasn't coming home to darkness.

That night I curled up with Tuddy in my bed and continued reading the latest book I had bought. I had only finished one chapter when my phone buzzed with a text. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from Joel.

Joel: hello Alessandra. How are you?

I grinned to myself stupidly. I forced myself to wait for 10 minutes before replying. Hi. I'm good. How was your day?

He texted back shortly after.

Joel: it was okay. But I couldn't stop thinking about you.

I squealed out loud and startled Tuddy by accident. Before I could reply he had texted again.

Joel: goodnight Alessandra. Sweet dreams.

I was still smiling when I wrote back. Goodnight Joel.

~~~~~~

The following evening I drove to Ness's and Toni's place. We had dinner at the Thai restaurant Toni wanted to try and then went back to their place for tea.

"Hey, what's going on between you and Adam lately?" I asked Toni when we were hanging out on their couch.

"Well, we are seeing each other this weekend. He wants to take me to the movies." Toni laid back on the couch and rested her feet in my lap. "Still haven't fucked. I don't know, I kinda really like him."

Ness and I glanced at each other and grinned. It was unusual for Toni to catch feelings for a guy she was seeing. She caught the exchange and groaned. "Whatever."

"That's sweet, Tone. He seems like a nice guy." I rubbed her socked foot affectionately. She flashed me a smile.

"He's older and divorced and doesn't like drama. I guess it's a nice change," Toni shrugged a bit.

"Much better than the toxic fuck boys you usually hook up with," Ness said. We all laughed.

"What about you, Al?" Toni tapped my hand with her foot. "You haven't been with a guy for ages. Why don't you see what Joel is like? He's single. And good looking. And protective. I know you like the daddy type."

I blushed immediately and was lost for words. The girls laughed loudly.

~~~~~~

I didn't hear from Joel again until Friday night. He called me unexpectedly at 8pm, just as I was laying on my couch with Tuddy curled on my lap.

"Hi," his husky voice breathed into the phone. "How are you doin'?"

"I'm okay. A bit tired. How are you?"

"I'm good." There was silence for a moment. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," I replied softly, thankful no one was around to see the stupid grin on my face.

"You free Sunday? I'd like to take you out. Buy you some gelato."

We organised for him to pick me up on Sunday afternoon. I was excited and nervous but still didn't want to share with the girls what was going on with Joel just yet. I experienced both heart break and disappointment in relationships before; now I felt more wary of being hopeful for success in romance.

On Sunday I dressed in a white mini sweater dress and taupe slouch boots. As I applied my lip gloss I heard a knock at my door. When I opened the door there stood Joel in dark coloured chinos and a black sweater. He held a small bunch of beautiful light pink roses infront of him. He stared at me up and down. His shocked gaze shifted to mischievous hunger.

"Hi," I smiled, pleased at the effect my outfit had on him.

"Hello, Alessandra." He stepped in and placed a kiss on my cheek. "These are for you, gorgeous."

I took the bunch of roses and inhaled their sweet perfume. They were very beautiful. "Oh my god, I love them. Thank you. Let me put them in some water before we go."

In the kitchen I retrieved the only vase I had under the kitchen sink and filled it with water. Joel leaned against the wall and silently watched me put the roses in. I bent down to smell them again then approached Joel and slipped my arms around his middle. He wrapped his big arms around me and kept me close against his frame. We stayed still against one another for a few moments. I felt his hands roam over my back and down to my hips.

"You look so pretty," his voice rumbled in my hair. He gave my hips a gentle squeeze and I could feel him hardening against my belly. "Come on now, let's go."

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katrinawritesthings · 10 months

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Kibum/Taemin ; booger boy ; PG

Do we not all deserve little a Taemin annoying Kibum

Kibum is so pretty. With his delicate lips and his brown eyes and his pretty scar. And he's so cool. With his big hands and his deep voice and his cool scar. And he's so good at everything. With his cooking and his designing and his makeup on his scar.

Taemin might be focusing a little overmuch on his scar, but it's hard not to, in this position. On his stomach, between Kibum's legs, lower half on the couch, upper half on his torso, just looking at him. Watching him as he watches tv behind Taemin. He likes Kibum so much. It's kind of gay. He likes the scar so much that it's definitely gay.

He likes it so much that he decides that he's going to reach up and touch it, brush his thumb gently over his eyebrow. Kibum arches the eyebrow when he does, looking down at him.

"Yes?" Kibum asks. Taemin smiles up at him.

"You're my boyfriend and I like you," he says.

Kibum smiles back at him. But it's a comfortable smile, confident, fond. A smile that says he knows that he is Taemin's boyfriend and he knows that Taemin likes him. Taemin can't have that. He wants pink cheeks and an annoyed frown when he gives Kibum compliments. It's the only time Kibum ever slips up, and he deserves being a little flustered sometimes, and Taemin loves the way he looks when he's trying not to smile. He cups Kibum's cheek, pinching it gently, and softens his smile to one that he knows will melt Kibum's heart.

"You're my girlfriend and I love you," he says quietly.

And there he goes. It's not obvious, but it is a slight widening of Kibum's eyes, the slightest pink tinge over his cheeks, and his mouth actually popping open for a second before he closes it and purses his lips.

"Shut up, gremlin," he says. Taemin obeys, just smiling at him, pleasant, comfortable, counting the seconds in his head, counting the shades of pink that Kibum goes through before he takes a deep breath. "I love–"

"Oh, hold on," Taemin says. He's noticed something else on Kibum's pretty and cool and lovely face. "You have an eye booger." He reaches up and very gently pushes the pad of his middle finger into the inner corner of Kibum's left eye, scooping up the little bit of white goop. When he has it, he takes his hand back to himself and looks at his finger to make sure it's there. It is. Then he brings it closer to himself and–

"Do not eat–" Kibum starts, and then Taemin licks it up off of his finger. Instantly, Kibum's mouth curls into a scowl, blush lessening by the second until it disappears completely, eyes narrowing and eyebrows furrowing so that his scar looks even prettier and cooler than ever. Taemin rearranges the eye booger into his mouth so he can swallow it, smiling broadly up at Kibum the entire time, proud of himself.

"You were telling me you love me," he prompts helpfully so they can get back to their conversation.

"I would never love someone like you, nasty," Kibum grumbles. He puts his hand on Taemin's head and pushes him down on his chest so they can't look at each other anymore.

Taemin knows that he's lying, and he can hear his heart beating fast underneath his ear, so he doesn't mind.

#taekey #taemin #kibum #key #pg #fluff #drabble #He is a gremlin and Key likes him:-)#i don't really have more to say about this one I just had the idea and then wrote it and now here I am like half an hour later #Taemin? Using Kibum's gender euphoria against him to make him all flustered? It's more likely than you think #That post that's like fanfiction is good because I would read about these two falling in love and million times #Except it's taekey is good because I would read about Taemin annoying Kibum a million times #Same thing really #ydw

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shelassos · 1 year

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hours

hours : our muses spend the entire day together.

It's the morning.

His careful fingers extract the glass and shrapnel out from Diana's bleeding shoulder; it takes a lot to catch the Amazon off guard, and even more to gain the upper hand over her. These were no ordinary enemies that they spent the night defeating, however, and the nasty gashes on her exposed skin are evidence of their might. It's strange, to be taken care of like this, to not just bleed all over the floor of her apartment and dig out the foreign objects herself. Alone, she always endures the sharp pains without even gritting her teeth, but with him, she lets herself flinch; she lets herself be vulnerable. It feels nice, not to pretend. It feels nicer, not to be alone.

When they're in his shower, their armor left in his cave, she notices his own fresh battle wounds. Diana traces them with her fingers and her lips, as though to kiss them better before they scar. If only it worked like that, right? If only she could kiss away the tragedies etched onto his skin. Her injuries are fading already, from her expedited healing of course, but she would swear on her life that it's also from the great care he showed for her. She treats Bruce with the same gentleness, washing the night away from his skin, welcoming him to the morning with her arms around his waist.

Afterwards, they fall asleep atop the black sheets of his bed, tangled in each other's arms, their skin and hair still wet from the shower. It's beyond exhaustion that they both feel, and the truth is their dreams often become nightmares. But at least they have each other.

It's sometime in the late afternoon.

Happy Valentine's Day, Diana whispers into his ear, before moving to press soft kisses all over his cheeks and jawline. She's wearing that red dress; the red dress. The one she wore when they first met, when she did not know who he was and Bruce perhaps suspected she was more than what she seemed. She's wearing it because she knows it is his favorite color on her, but this time, she has her dark hair in curls that bounce across her shoulders whenever she moves. For his part, she think he looks impossibly handsome in a crisp white dress shirt that will be wrinkled from her fingers, if not completely torn apart, by the end of their evening. She'll enjoy it on him while she can, before she gets too greedy, though.

He gives her a card ⸺I'm batty for you⸺ that makes her laugh her infectious laugh, and also flowers that widen her smile. She gifts him a coconut, and the polite confusion on his face is enough to turn her laughs into giggles. In my culture, it means I love you, she begins to explain, describing its importance in great detail. Bruce discovers his other present later on, after dinner, when she's kissing him heatedly atop the sofa and his hands begin to explore beneath her dress. He finds the lacy lingerie that matches the exact shade of her dress, and it doesn't survive the hour in one piece.

They unite as one, always discovering new ways they fit together, several times before making it back to his bed. She calls it love making because though they are not soft nor gentle, every touch is a tribute to their deep affection for each other. It's the second time this day that they fall asleep together, but this time, they somehow hold each other even tighter.

It's late, late in the night.

She awakens from his fingers stroking her black hair. His mouth is sweetly on hers after she incorrectly wishes him good morning. She soon sees that it is still nighttime, and what's more, she notices from his window that the bat signal is beckoning him, demanding his presence, weeping for it. Her arms fasten around him, but she would never ask him to stay. His is a vow that is as sacred as hers, and to ask him to sacrifice it would be a disservice to him. She won't, but the seed of a private hope is rooted deep inside her, that perhaps one day he might make the decision for himself.

❛ Can I come with you? ❜ She surprises herself by asking. It's a silently spoken line that she's always respected⸺ this city is his. His rules, his rogues, his responsibility. She won't ever impede on any of that, yet neither can she pretend she is not curious. She wants to know him as intimately as she knows himself, and for better or worse, this is a large part of who he is. ❛ I want to see your city from your eyes, ❜ she explains. Truly, there is no hidden motivation other than love for him. As much as Themyscira forged her, his connection to Gotha.m runs so much deeper than even that. She wants to understand.

There's an easy smile on her lips that she hopes is enticing. Her lithe fingers stroke his back, feeling markings she left there and ones she did not, while she holds him as he considers. The bat signal seems to become brighter, more demanding. Time is never on her side, but maybe this one night can be different from any of the others. ❛ I will even dress in black. ❜ And it is still Valentine's Day, after all. Shouldn't two lovers spend it together?

#nightvow #02. INBOX / may she bless you with the wisdom to see truth.#-places this in your palms-

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menshusband · 1 year

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he couldn't stand it anymore.

all he wanted to do was lie down. for a week, possibly. not having to think of anything, do anything or interact with anyone.

he was tired. of everything.

and he saw something was wrong the second he stepped into the living room. it wasn't unusual of him not to go greet him immediately, sometimes. but he could sense the negativity from the door.

“love?” he tried calling out, despite being able to clearly see his figure curled up on the sofa, under his blanket.

“hi, dear”, was a weak attempt to reply, though no efforts to move. that was his confirmation that he had to take action as quickly as possible. therefore, he immediately removed coat and scarf, then gloves and boots, and walked over to the couch. he was facing the wall, but could still hear his graceful steps approach ever so carefully.

as he knew he didn't need ask for permission, he sat down next to his beloved and lightly placed a warm hand on their arm. “would you like to talk about it?”

they shook their head. “not now, please. I'm so tired...”

he leaned down and laid his head on his shoulder to hug his upper body. he moved over to make further place under the blanket. “alright, love. I'm right here.” as usual, he began slowly and softly stroking his hair. “i'll always be. there's nothing I won't help with, you know that.” he shifted to face him and nuzzle his face into his neck — their favourite display of affection. they both loved it: when he did, he could smell his scent and finally warm up his cold nose, while he played with his hair; when he did, he could feel the faintest tickle of his light stubble as he left soft kisses on his neck.

“i know”, he whispered, “thank you. so much”, he added, full of genuine gratitude. he clinged to the back of his shirt and held him tight. in response, he pulled him closer to his chest.

they stayed like that until he'd got so calm he almost felt sleepy. he still let a few minutes go by before speaking; he loved listening to his calm heartbeat; to feel his fingers in his hair; to breathe him in; to have their bodies this close, and be able to feel his warmth like no one else could.

“i'm.. so tired. it makes me hate everything”, he then began. what had happened that day was only the straw that broke the camel's back. “and it doesn't help that I don't understand how I'm feeling in the slightest. i feel confused. some days i have a good time, and feel depressed immediately after. when i come home, i feel hungry, but at the same time i feel nauseous. i want to be productive and at the same time i don't want to do anything anymore. i don't understand myself... at all.” he tried to explain as best as he possibly could all the events that came to his mind, which lead to this exhaustion.

one of the many things he loved about him, was that that he was an amazing listener. he was patient. he could wait hours on hand. and at the same time, as an observer, he paid attention to every detail — not only in the story itself, but in the way it was told.

that's why he talked until he noticed his throat had become dry. so many feelings mixed up as words left his mouth, and both of them did not notice the minutes passing by, nor did they care about it.

when he was done, he cleared his throat, sighed, and relaxed. “...better?” he nodded. “a bit.” “i'm glad.” one hand travelled from his scalp down to the back of his neck, while the other one ran soothingly up and down his spine. “would you like me to help you solve any of these problems? i have already thought about at least 30 solutions for each.” he chuckled, and that made his heart flutter and his lips stretch into a sweet smile.

“no, dear, thank you. right now, i only need you to keep hugging me.”

he held him impossibly tighter, subconsciously getting protective, and placed a kiss atop his head.

“consider it done, my love.”

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HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 43

*Warning: Adult Content*

~ Six months later ~

Piercing screams startles Montreal Hunter from sleep.

He bolts from the couch where he'd lain down for a rest and stumbles to the front door, heart pounding hard and fast.

Throwing it open, he sees the cause of the sounds and sags against the frame, hand pressed to his chest as relief replaces his instinctive fear.

Martin Hunter's kids, playing tag with Kit Montaine on the lawn in front of Monty’s house.

He forgot they had agreed to watch them while Martin supervised some renovations on the old house he had bought in town.

After his divorce was finalized by human law, it became clear that Elena had controlled nearly all the family's wealth.

She left Martin the barest minimum she could and he hadn't fought her for more.

All he wanted was to never see her again.

Then, with some help from the rest of the Hunter family, he had scraped together enough for a down payment, come to Spring Lakes and found a sweet old fixer-upper close to a good school.

For having had their lives entirely upended and disrupted, the kids seemed happy with the change.

Martin had told Monty he'd made sure Elena never hurt them, that any violence got directed at him but kids are perceptive.

They might not have understood, completely but they saw and understood enough.

Their old house hadn't been a happy place and Martin still blames himself for not getting them out of it sooner.

He's not the only one with lingering guilt, either.

When Monty and Kit had gone back to Montana to help Martin move, He'd caught his dad watching his brother with a sad, curious look, even as he smiled and laughed with their mom.

As we cleaned up after dinner, Monty had asked his father what was wrong.

"Martin lived with us, or less than a mile from us, for most of his life. He was always a happy, carefree boy, with that bright, mischievous smile. Seeing it again is wonderful. But I keep asking myself, 'When did my son stop smiling and why did I not notice it?" He shook his head and sighed. "I guess sometimes, when you're close to someone for long enough, you stop really seeing them. Start taking them for granted. Stop saying 'I love you' because you figure the other person knows. Like you, Monty. I don't think you know how much you're loved. I'm glad you've got Kit to remind you of it, now."

Monty is glad, as well and as he watches Kit roll and tumble with Martin's kids in the grass, he vows to make sure he knows it, too.

~ ☾ ~

They've had a lot of 'firsts,' in the last six months.

First real date.

First trip to the beach.

First time holding hands in public.

Kit has had many more 'firsts' of his own and Monty often has to remind himself of how restricted his life had been before they found each other, of everything he's been through and everything he's missed out on.

He's catching up fast, though and devours books as if he needs them as much as food or oxygen.

Maybe he does.

He spends a lot of time in Noah Hunter's bookstore and in the public library and on the phone Monty bought him and Monty worries Kit’s going to run out of things to read soon but Noah reassures his brother.

“He's slowing down, already," Noah tells Monty.

"It's like he was starving before, and 'wolfed' down knowledge like food. Now that he's not quite so hungry, he's learning to savor things and to pick out what he likes best."

Monty: ‘I've got him, too.’

~ ☾ ~

"Are you ready for this?"

Kit's lips brush Monty’s as he leans over him where he lies in bed, his honey-gold curls framing his bronze-toned face and his dark eyes shining bright. Monty slides his hand around the back of his neck and pulls him into a kiss, reveling in the sensation of his mouth against his, the warmth of his smooth skin and the fresh forest scent of him.

"You know I am."

Monty slides his hands down his bare back to his hips and rolls to trap him beneath him.

He squeaks and then shivers as Monty kisses his throat and chest, inching his way lower as he worships him with his lips.

He squirms as Monty reaches the band of his underwear and gently wraps his fingers in the back of his lover’s hair.

"Monty... I think we're supposed to save this part for later," he gasps.

"You started it."

Monty nuzzles Kit’s navel and trace his fingers up the inside of his thigh.

"Monty."

Kit bucks and shivers again and Monty lifts himself and looks down at him.

"You really want to wait?" Monty asks, his eyes traveling his form.

He's filled in and toned up a bit, though he's still slim and beautiful and... foxy.

"Do we have time?" Kit whispers, gazing up at Monty with all kinds of questions in his dark eyes.

"Plenty."

Kit bites his lip and turns his head aside but Monty sees a smile teasing the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, then."

Monty: ‘He's not the only one who can play games.’

"Nah, maybe you're right," Monty says, sitting back with a sigh.

"We don't want you showing up with marks on your throat from where I kissed you or your legs all weak and your face all flushed from all the ways I made love to you."

Monty starts to get up and Kit grabs for him, catching the front of his shirt.

"Wait..."

"Yeah?"

"What if you..."

"What?"

They know each other well enough now that Monty knows Kit likes this kind of teasing, likes to be chased but not hunted and likes to be the one to make the first move.

"What if you... If we just... If..."

Monty raises his brows at him.

One rule he'd made was that if Kit couldn't say it, they wouldn't do it.

Kit huffs in mild annoyance and then sits up.

He crawls onto Monty’s lap, loops his arms around his neck, presses his body to his and then whispers in his lover’s ear.

"What if... I'm on my back and you tease me with your tongue until I'm all helpless and trembling and then you put your cock inside me and you fuck me slow and easy, until you come so hard it takes you five minutes to catch your breath. That way, there'll be no marks on my neck and my legs won't be weak because you'll have done all the work. That is... if we really have time."

Monty tries to think of a witty comeback but his brain jams and the only sound that escapes him is a sort of strangled groan.

Kit falls back on the pillows and lifts his arms above his head, raising his brows at Monty.

There's a laugh on his lips and a light in his eyes and Monty can't resist him.

Monty swallows and then shifts himself to lie over Kit and kisses him so he knows that he's his heaven and the only heaven he wants.

And then they do as Kit suggested and they're almost but not quite, late for their own wedding.

~ ☾ ~

It was Gracie's idea.

She thought it would be adorable and fun, two brides and two grooms, both sets joining their fortunes together in a ceremony of love.

"You sure?" Monty had asked, when she'd proposed the idea.

Grace and Chloe Foley's wedding was already planned and adding Kit and Monty to the affair seemed troublesome.

"We don't want to steal your thunder."

"Don't be a potato bug," she'd laughed, hitting Monty’s arm.

For a human, she was pretty strong and it hurt almost as much as if she'd been Freya Hunter.

"Chloe's hyped for it. Our friends and families overlap anyway, so the guest-list stays almost the same. All you guys have to do is stand at the altar with us and we'd be honored if you did."

"I'll ask Kit," Monty had said, feeling his face heat up.

"If he... says yes, then... you can count us in."

Monty had asked Kit to marry him that night, under a peaceful, star-strewn sky outside their little house.

And Kit had said yes, of course.

~ ☾ ~

And so, here they are, about to get married in the flowering meadow beside Grace and Chloe's house, on a beautiful spring day in Spring Lakes, with all their family and friends looking on.

Gracie's family is almost as big as Monty’s, and seem like genuinely good people but Chloe is as alone in the world as Kit.

Her one close relation is Ian Foley, who beams from the front row of white plastic seats, a tear glinting in his single blue eye and Sam Asato at his side.

Martin sits with his kids, looking tired but happy, Alpha Dane Hunter sits with his mate Julian Hart and their twins, who are just nearing the age of true havoc and Mr and Mrs Hunter sit front and center, holding hands.

The rest of Monty’s siblings and extended family are there as well and he sees many happy faces filled with joy for Monty and Kit and for Chloe and Grace.

Everyone is dressed in their best, though Monty’s 'best' isn't much to speak of.

Having a tux custom-made for a guy his size isn't cheap and he’s lucky it still fits him.

It's not top rack, by any stretch but Monty still feels like a prince as he stands facing Kit, who is wearing a suit Martin gave him.

Grace looks stunning in a white dress, while Chloe is equally beautiful in a fitted tux.

Alpha Astrid Hunter officiates and in no time at all they're happily wed, in the Wolf world as well as the human one.

Then there is good food and good company, tears and laughter and at last the day is done and Monty and Kit return to their little house at the end of its solitary road.

Monty Hunter carries his mate/lover/life partner Kit over the same doorstep where he had first found him, half a year before.

Monty: ‘Mine, as I am his, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, my heart's desire, fulfilled.’

~ THE END ~

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