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sweetheartsaku · 25 days

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—HAIKYU!! various ; how deep is your love?

a/n ; [gn!reader] kinda fem implied in kawa's and kuroo's 😓 do yall like the new layout?? c: suggestive if you squint extremely hard in kuroo's .. i honestly dont know if im writing this timeskip or pre timeskip its 3am 😣

— characters : oikawa, osamu, tsukishima, hinata, sakusa, kuroo

part 2 ! ♡ akaashi, kenma, kita, semi, kageyama, suna

jade vine !

tooru oikawa ; SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, fana huez

has 'i love you' wars and he MUST win or he will tackle you (affectionate)

takes the BEST candid photos of you and puts so much love into the following insta post. has you as his wallpaper too (please match with him) (he'd also have a highlight just w pics of you😞)

please NEVER do that 'wipe their kiss off' trend because he will actually not talk to you for DAYS and gets all sulky until you apologize. (he will get all cocky all over again)

core memory from his teamates. bae was explaining to his teamates about new volley nerd talk blablabla and they notice his nails painted in a faint pink (for a fun date night, thinking no one will notice)

issei BURSTS out laughing and instantly points it out. now seijoh4 NEVER lets him live it down

always the first person to notice when you use a new shampoo or perfume.

cuddling, (you being the little spoon╰(*´︶`*)╯♡) you can feel his breath hitch when his lips reach your neck

before you could ask why he's stopped inching closer he's already manages to whisper out, "did you start using a new shampoo?" yes. yes you have

do his skincare with him please ! he loves it. he loves when he places you on the bathroom counter and you wrap your legs around his waist, he loves when you're so gentle with the toner, he loves when you graze your delicate fingers over his beautiful long lashes, he loves when you make sure you don't cut him when snipping the face mask so it fits a little more snug, EVERYTHING. (he is sunoo coded)

osamu miya ; good looking - suki waterhouse

loves your tummy SO much. doesn't care about shape or form, he just likes the feeling that you're being fed. squish. or pat. he loves it. have i mentioned he loves your tummy?

when his dad leave the twins at home its always osamu at the stove, please keep atsumu in a 5 mile radius AWAY from the kitchen

SPOON FEEDS YOU. please i need him. on days you're too tired to move a muscle, days where you're too sick to open your eyes, be prepared to feel his hand on the back of your head and one below your chin ready to feed you!! once you've sat yourself up he feeds you so gently... osamu miya i need you

when you're really tired from work, he will send meals to your workplace. if you work at home and sees you barely able to keep an eye open, you will see his hand under a spoon of your favourite meal. he's not the best with it, but he's trying 🥹 he means it with all his heart and hearing you say the food is really warm in your stomach, his heart feels warm too (о´∀`о)

my mans is SNATCHED. slide your hands around his waist, poke it a little do WHATEVER. your hands have probably been on his waist more than his hands on yours.

i think his core is pretty well built. have we seen it in the anime or manga? maybe. but from what i've seen, his physique is very 😳 (a tad bit better than his brother's i fear)

cooking together!!! different recipes each date, basking in each other's presence. its always so fun and the results are always almost flawless!

at one-point y'all were making cupcakes, it was literally osamu baking them and you decorated it.

AND OBVIOUSLY the basic, he would routinely give you handmade onigiri, in different shapes, flavours and whatever you like ✨

kei tsukishima ; the only exception - paramore

kinda scowls at you when you put your hands under his shirt but secretly really loves it so when you slither your hands away he instantly places your hands back and make sure your hands STAY there. bonus points if you have warm body temperature. he likes the feeling of your warm hands on his slightly colder body.

his wardrobe has drastically evolved from muted tones to slightly lighter and vibrant clothing ever since you insisted on getting matching stuff!!

WILL say he is not a jewellery person but collects, keeps and takes care of all the little trinkets you give him DAILY. he has a little sticker on the edge of one of his books and a little moon sticker on the end piece of his sports glasses

he also defineitely has really thick curly blond lashes. you say they are one of his charming points but he gets all flustered. when you insist to put clear mascara on them, he doesn't really look like he has a problem with it 🥹

what could his ahh possibly be listening to with those headphones on so often (real)

sends you playlists at an insane hour that go for insane amounts of time. but i KNOW his taste is immaculate. every song always gives you goosebumps or makes your heart tighten

please do a spotify blend with him (he was gonna ask you, but you beat him to it)(he was shy)

oh AND the shared playlists actually are insane!! so much good music all at once?? crazy yall 😭😭 (wave to earth, cody fry, the smiths, daniel caesar, rex orange county)

shoyo hinata ; intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

honestly, out of all these men HINATA SHOYO is the BEST candidate for taking care of a person except himself. has no limits in his stamina, and will only listen to you when you ask him maybe its time for a break. does he overwork? not necessarily. does he work too hard? yes, in a positive way. please remind him to eat because he will forget sometimes

he will NEVER admit he likes being the little spoon LMAO he finds being vunerable in your arms a tad bit silly, and it bugs him. after a long week of practice games and insisting kageyama and yachi to practice with him the instant he falls on the bed, he finds himself melting into your touch. your voice gets a little more buttery and he loves it, falling asleep instantly

hes probably a hard sleeper too 😭 he wont wake up till he feels your cold hands on his face or the sunbeams from the curtain literally bleed into the sheets and steal its colour

PLEASE STROKE HIS HAIR. he loves it. he absolutely loves it. again, melts into your touch like ice-cream. his heart will feel tight and he has a lil' blush 🥹 whats even more priceless is his lips slightly agape after hes fallen asleep... how can you NOT love this man

one of the only boys on this list who will LET you put little pink bows or style his hair in braids and clips. (if you're imagining timeskip hinata, you have attempted to put a little bow around his bicep but you underestimated its size and it BROKE. gosh what an experience)

DANCES WITH YOU EVERYWHERE!!! omg i love him so much. doesn't care if you have two left feet, he just loves the feeling in his heart when he sees your smile as he spins you around. in the rain, in big empty rooms, in the kitchen, anywhere.

loves the idea of promise rings or little trinkets that ensure he gets to have you forever!!

kiyoomi sakusa ; washing machine - VANISHING GIRL, rosemary fairweather

PLEASE braid this man's hair. 😞 he pretends to despise it and thinks you don't notice when he literally melts under your touch. he feels safe 'nd comfy and hopes it lasts forever, when your hand retracts he has a lil' pout

notices when you've been wearing your favourite hood for a couple days straight, has a little scowl under his mask and throws one of his jackets at you. he only gives you the wind-breakers that are 100% cotton or the ones he just knows you like.

he uses this as an excuse to share his clothes with you. its safe to assume its his love language under-cover!

HE IS SO ASS WITH PDA all you get is him giving you hand sanitizer before eating meals or snacks. its only you though, don't tell him that.

BUT sometimes when he feels like it, he will take your hand and put it HIS pocket so "your hands are always sheltered from germs" now what type of bs is THAT. (you love this bs)

can be snarky. sometimes he gets the slightest eenie meenie miniest bit cocky, and its very noticable. has the ability to be a little bit of a tease but not in a pestering way more like a little smartass way LMAO.

tetsuro kuroo ; never lose me - flo milli

always has his hand in the back pocket of your pants. that was it. thank you for coming to my ted talk. (to feel your butt? no idea.)

tutor sessions always unbearable. either you're too busy staring at his biceps, or you're sighing that he's made a little pop quiz for you!! tell him it sucks please

if he notices it gets a bit too much or overwhelming for you over the week or before study dates, insists to take you out instead (what a gentleman!! kuroo tetsuro come into my life)

extremely consistent with routine. good morning and good night text DAILY no matter how busy he is, he WILL find a way (i like to think its his way or the high way #kingofprovocation /hj). very good at getting the things he wants in a non-manipulative way but with simply logic and brains

yeah as captain hes no. #1 but he is also no. #1 waist CLUTCHER. his hands are always on you somehow even in the slightest way, but never pervy. he just likes having his hands on you! bonus points if you have hip dips, he loves it so much. he finds it as a perfect spot to place his hands on (btw ppl w hipdips yall are BEAUTIFUL!! 🥹)

i feel as he has a possessive side as well. small, but more noticable compared to someone else. will not hesitate to stare someone (or recite chemistry nerd stuff 🙁) down for looking at you a little too long :3

when he sees you post or sees himself in your instagram or tiktok dumps, his heart tightens a bit in the best way possible. when you mention him in the post he only reacts with a heart but he's actually going insane

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader

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bahrtofane · 2 months

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you promise to take care of him after a night out, with soft hands and gentle touches youre reminded once again why you love him so dearly

joao x gn!reader

word count : 1K+

watch it : drunk joao, kissing, just you taking care of him, mentions of dry heaving, just a lot of fluff fluff fluff

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partying after the end of club season seems to be a huge mistake as you now have one very drunk, very whiny Joao on your hands. you called for an uber a while ago so all you can do is wait, back against the exit of some club while he all but clings to your side desperately.

" you're so warm." he sighs, burying his nose into your neck. hes still giddy from the alcohol but you promised he could have as much fun as we wanted, you'd be here to make sure he doesn't do anything too outlandish.

you hum and continue to refresh uber waiting for you're ride. his drunk clinginess isn't much of hassle of you're being honest. its cute. but then again you think anything he does is cute. how could anyone not ? hes imppsoible not to love. the fluffy hair, pink lips and perfect smile. oh how lucky you are.

you end up giving up on checking the uber, tucking your phone away and turning your full focus and attention to Joao.

"hey." you murmur with a soft smile, reaching up to cup his cheek. "what are you doing?"

he grins at you, moving so he can face you properly, kissing you softly. his lips stay hovering over yours for a second longer than they should be before you press them back down onto yours in response. parting only to laugh breathlessly when he pulls away. he shies away from your gaze, you feel his drunk boldness slowly dissolve into shyness. very typical joao.

"its ok." you chuckle, leaning into his touch once more. "i'm happy to help baby."

he blushes and looks away, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"didn't realize I was so clingy. 'M sorry." his blush deepens slightly and you reach out to cup his cheek.

"it's ok, i like it." you kiss his cheek lightly.

he presses the backs of his hands to his cheeks, staring at you with wide eyes.

"I uhm-" he swallows hard. "you don't mind?"

you giggle and press yourself closer, wrapping your arms around him gently. always the over thinker your boy is. even when you assured him while getting ready, before you left, on your way and at the venue, if he needs the reassurance you'll give it.

"of course not." you murmur and nuzzle his neck. "I'll always take care of you ya know. but we have an uber on the way pretty boy. we should get home before morning."

he nods and kisses you softly before pulling slightly away to play with your fingers. you both bask in street and moon light together, and you dont think there's anywhere else you'd rather be.

moments like these are when he's the most beautiful. when he truly begins to let go and allows himself to go for what he wants. he's always been so shy around you, scared to break whatever balance there may be. afraid of upsetting you or even losing you.

and yet here he is, clinging to you in the middle of the night. allowing himself to feel. within the moments shared and created. even if its just up against a grimy red brick wall that's chipped and flaking. even if it has the chance to be a night forgotten, its still a chance to be remembered.

you wish to remember each and every moment.

"I love you." he whispers, and you can't help but smile at that.

"I love you too." you turn to look at him and he takes your hand in his properly, squeezing it tightly. he smiles softly at you, eyes shining.

the uber finally makes its appearance and you unlatch yourself from the brick wall.

"lets go home." you say quietly.

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getting him home wasn't too much of an issue. he sat in the car quietly, hand on your thigh as the city flashed in bursts outside. he got out of the car without too much wobbling and even held his composer in the elevator !

his facade soon crumbles the moment you unlock the front door.

he makes a beelines for the bathroom and spends a good 30 minutes dry heaving, you use the time to take a quick shower and get into comfier clothes, before giving up and groaning to you. you hand him a glass of water, gently petting his hair. he finishes the glass in record time and looks up at you, eyes glassy.

you frown and take his hand, "come on my love, lets get you changed no one wants to sleep in the same outfit they wore to the club."

he nods and lets you take him to the bathroom and sits still on the closed toilet the whole time you help him out of the grimy dress shirt, tunring on the water and sending him in. he managed to get all clean, sliding into much cozier pjs and flops face first next to you on your shared bed.

he whines when you get up and head to the bathroom, so you make it quick. you grab one of the many face wipes you keep in the cabinet and scurry back to wipe his face, you know how horrid it feels being nauseous, even after a shower. he cooperates for you and lets himself melt into your touch.

once he's clean he reaches out a hand for you, he wants you to join him. how cute

"one second love." you whisper into a kiss on the forehead.

you grab two water bottles and a bottle of generic headache medics to help him at least sleep through the night.

you come back to find him already laying eye closed on top of the comforter. before you wake him you place the waters and medicine on the nightstand and grab phones to charge.

you gently wake him and let him shimmy under the covers properly. leaning down to kiss his forehead, you bring the water to his lips and place the pills into his mouth. he gulps them down quickly and lays back down. eyes already closed but still reaching out to pull you into bed with him. this time you give in, slipping under the mattress, letting him curl up into your arms.

"sleep well baby." you murmur and kiss the top of his head.

he mumbles something unintelligible but you take that as a good night none the less.

#joao felix x reader #joao felix #joao felix x you #joao felix x y/n #joao felix imagine #joao felix fluff #joao felix one shot #joao felix headcanon #football headcanon #football fanfic #football #footy fic #football imagine

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taste-your-silhouette · 9 months

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I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa

Pairings: Damiano David x fem!reader Contents: Smut Summary: Damiano takes you to see his new yacht Words: ~1205 A/N: Forgive me if you come across any errors while reading. I hope you enjoy it 💙

Damiano tucks a strand of hair behind his ear and says, "Today, I'm taking you on a nighttime picnic."

"Nighttime picnic? Sounds cool!" you laugh.

Damiano grins, matching your excitement, and nods. "Exactly, amore mio. We'll be under the stars, and a picnic will be perfect."

"Hmmm, sounds intriguing. So, where are we heading?" you ask.

With a gentle kiss on your lips, Damiano replies, "Let's head to the marina. I've got something new and I'm excited to share."

And he takes the lead, pulling you by the hand toward the marina. It's not a long walk, so you stroll hand in hand, chatting about random stuff and playfully teasing each other along the way.

As you arrive at the marina, you both wander through its numerous alleys until Damiano stops and gazes at you with gleaming eyes.

"Okay, you've got a yacht, I can tell. Which one?" you inquire.

"Y/N"

"Hm?"

Damiano chuckles and points to a massive, stunning yacht.

"That's the name. 'Y/N in the sea with diamonds'," he announces proudly.

You burst into laughter at the yacht's name and the fact that your name is on it, but most of all, you're filled with love for Damiano for arranging this surprise. You take a step closer to him, closing any remaining distance, and plant a passionate kiss on his lips. He places both hands on your waist, intensifying the connection between you, and sending shivers down your spine. Your heart races as he pulls you closer, but as he breaks the kiss, he reveals.

"Let's hop in soon, I've been keeping this Yacht secret from you for weeks."

"Weeks ago?! I can't believe it!" you lightly push him, laughing playfully.

Damiano holds your hand, taking the opportunity to guide you into the yacht. It's magnificent; your heart races as you step inside the Yacht—it's like stepping into a movie set. The interior is sophisticated, adorned with muted tones and soft lighting, creating a welcoming atmosphere. The huge picture windows allow the sunset light to dance across the elegant hardwood floors.

"So, did you like it?" Damiano asks, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Gattino... it's amazing!"

"Come here," he takes your hand and leads you to the deck.

The deck is utterly cozy, featuring a soft rug and cushions scattered on the floor. A basket filled with delicious treats sits nearby: fancy sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a selection of tempting sweets.

"You're a box of surprises, you know? Look at this place!" you exclaim, marveling at the setup.

You glance at Damiano, who's looking at you expectantly and happily—his beauty enhanced by the golden glow of the sunset. A gentle breeze envelops you, and everything intensifies as Damiano draws even closer, so close that your breaths intermingle. He whispers:

"I love you, Y/N. Nothing I can create in this world comes close to what you deserve."

"I already have everything I want, I have you loving me, and I love you," you express with a contented smile.

You resist the urge to jump on him and skip the whole snack part.

"I want to madly kiss you until I lose my breath."

Damiano holds your gaze and smirks. "You, my love, have no idea of the things I want to do to you right here, but come on, let's eat first." He takes your hand, and together, you walk to the soft pads on the floor of the yacht and sit down.

You find yourself comfortably nestled between his legs, leaning back against Damiano's chest. You both enjoy the delectable treats, savoring each bite while talking and laughing, basking in the joy of being together.

The sun has already set and the moon is massive, with its twin dancing in the sea, Damiano gets close to your ear and whispers:

"You look damn gorgeous in the moonlight, Y/N"

His heart races as he feels Damiano kissing your neck and caressing your face lightly, bringing his mouth to meet yours. You turn to face Damiano completely and straddle him, wrapping your legs around his waist, his arm wrapping around your waist and squeezing as the kiss intensifies.

You moan in between the kiss as you press yourself down and rock forward slowly, causing the perfect friction between the two of your sensitive parts. Your clit swells with pleasure as you feel how hard Damiano is.

He moves his hands from your waist to your hips and gives it a gentle squeeze, guiding the movements and setting a rhythm. The kiss between you is interrupted by a moan, and Damiano takes the opportunity to explore your neck even more with kisses, bites, and hickeys. You feel him getting even more aroused with the increased pace of the movements.

In a flash, he's got your ass and lying down on the comfy floor, his body on top of yours. His hands roam all over your body, causing a trail of excitement and goosebumps on your skin, which he has easy access to thanks to your dress.

"So wet for me..." he says, softly rubbing the right spot.

With his other hand of his, he holds one of your boobs and squeezes it.

"So delicious," he slides your panties down your legs with only one hand, "and mine." And he enters you.

His hips go all the way down and stop, he buries his face on your neck, and you can perfectly hear all his groans, even the quietest ones, just as he hears yours. He holds your thighs tightly.

Your hearts are pounding, as are your moans as Damiano's hips slide in and out of you faster, his balls hitting you with each thrust, his hands gripping you so firmly it makes you tingle.

You scream his name as you start to feel your legs shake.

"Come for me, Y/N," he says between moans in your ear.

You moan louder and stronger after hearing his voice asking you to come like that, and it's impossible to hold back the huge feeling that is about to explode.

And it comes, as soon as you feel it penetrates you as much as it can, gushing all the pleasure it feels for you inside you, spurt after spurt.

He collapses on top of you, his hands slightly loosening their grip on your thighs. You look at him, his eyes still filled with desire and lust.

You hook your legs around him and spin around on top of him, sitting right on his lap.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

"You're even more irresistible with the moonlight illuminating you," he says, lifting both hands and massaging your boobs.

You smile, wiggling slightly your hips with his cock inside you.

"Let's not end this anytime soon then, because I can say the same for you."

And so you spend the night, on Y/N in the Sea with Diamonds, christening every corner of it with pleasure.

#må #måneskin #damiano david #damiano måneskin #damiano david x reader #damiano david smut #damiano david x you #damiano david fic #måneskin imagine

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fyonahmacnally · 10 months

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Kiss Me in the Rain

It’s a quiet Friday evening. They’re quietly basking in each other’s company on the rooftop terrace of Kara’s apartment building. Since the blonde’s return, it’s become a common occurrence. Almost every time Lena asks what she wants to do, Kara’s response is ‘spend time with you doing simple things’. It’s something she has been insistent about in the months since she’s been home from the Phantom Zone, indulging in the small things.

Of course, Lena’s certainly not going to argue. Why would she? She’s been pining over her gorgeous best friend for years, always willing to give her time to the woman. Any time spent with Kara is time well spent, in her opinion. Besides, there is no one else she’d give her time to, no one else worthy.

Their current position has them leaning against the wall of the building, gazing out at the city with its twinkling lights and people mulling about. Inquisitive green eyes wander toward the distinct profile of her best friend standing next to her. She’s in awe of the way the dwindling rays of the sun seem to caress her tan skin and create a starburst of color in golden waves. All the while, her traitorous heart zealously flutters against her ribs, inelegantly clamoring to deposit itself into Kara’s strong hands.

The ravenette’s thoughts are broken as her eyes land on the concerned deep blue orbs staring back at her. Kara’s eyebrows crinkle and her eyes drop briefly to Lena’s chest before darting back up, a look in them that shoots sparks right down her spine. “Everything okay? Your heart just did some interesting acrobatics.” A lopsided smile joins the concerned crinkle on Kara’s handsome face.

Lena laughs. She’s been caught and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. Yet again her body tells on her. No matter how much stoicism she uses to mask it, she’ll never fool super hearing. Maybe she needs to find a spell for that, she idly considers. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…lost in my thoughts.” She smiles, feeling the blush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. “Sometimes my brain still needs to see that you’re real, that you’re truly here. Sorry for staring.”

A warm hand lands on the small of Lena’s back and another on her stomach. Kara turns her body until they’re facing each other. “I’m here and very real, Lena. Thanks to your beautiful brain.” She leans forward, places a soft kiss to the ravenette’s forehead, and pulls her close until they’re in a full body embrace. “I’m so grateful for you. You’ve saved me so many times and in so many ways. More than you know.”

Lena’s breath hitches and her eyes flutter. The position is nothing new, but she still isn’t used to being so tactile with someone, having someone in her space again. Not yet, anyway. Kara’s warmth is something she wasn’t sure she’d have again and she cherishes every moment, but it absolutely steals her breath each time it happens. Specifically now that she is sure of what she feels and what she almost lost. “Kara.” She whispers, desperately trying to swallow the lump settling in her throat. “I missed you so much.” She blinks back the tears stinging her eyes, refusing to let them fall.

“I missed you too, Lena.The Phantom Zone made me relive losing you a million times.” She leans back and smiles sadly down at the watery green eyes of the woman she now realizes she’s very deeply in love with. “I feel like we have a lot of lost time to make up for. That I have so many things to atone for, if you’ll let me. I’ve been home for months and I know we spend most of our free time together, but it just…it never feels like enough.” She chuckles and rolls her eyes at herself as her cheeks turn rosy.

“Aww, does Supergirl want to hang out with little ole me?” Lena winks, smirks, and quirks a well-manicured brow at the blonde, loving the effect she has on her. Clearing her throat of the welling emotion, she returns to seriousness. “I feel the same way, Kara. Making up for lost time, earning your forgiveness, and unquestionably wanting to spend as much time with you as possible. All of it. I will never tire of being with you.”

A shy smile stretches across full pink lips as azure eyes curiously scan pale features, seemingly looking for an answer to unasked questions. The blonde shakes her head, rogue thoughts pushed aside. “Same. I think I could spend every waking moment with you and still miss you in my sleep.” Kara shrugs and leans back into their still lingering hug. She turns her face into the warmth of Lena’s neck, inhaling the familiar scent that is simply Lena. Her lips softly graze the pulsing artery under soft skin as she speaks. “I’m so glad you’re here with me. I don’t think I would be adjusting so well without you.”

Again, Lena’s breath hitches. The heat of Kara's breath and feel of her supple lips against the skin of her neck sends electricity skittering across her body and down her spine. She tightens her arms around the blonde’s back and runs her hands across her shoulder blades, pulling their bodies impossibly closer. “I’m here for you, Kara. Whatever you need. And for the record, I am perfectly okay spending every waking moment with you.” She mutters under her breath, ‘sleeping moments too’, forgetting that the super can still hear her.

Kara laughs and pulls away from Lena just enough that they are face to face again. She tilts her head to the side and stares for a moment, watching as pale cheeks turn pink. “Did you forget about my super hearing again?” A knowing smirk sitting on her lips. “You want to spend your nights with me too, huh?” She laughs as ivory skin darkens into a rouge.

“I suppose I did forget.” Lena says as she looks anywhere but at the blonde. “You definitely weren’t supposed to hear that.”

“Hmm, well I did. Does that mean you’ll sleep over tonight?” A hopeful, bright smile spreads across Kara’s face. “I was planning to ask anyway.”

A soft giggle rushes through Lena’s lips before she can stop it. “I suppose I can do that.” She pulls them both back toward the wall to look out at the now darkened sky. Desperate to change the subject, she points to the clouds across the city. “It looks like it might rain.”

“It does.” She smiles at the blatant subject change. “There’s something so alluring about the rain. A magnetic mystery. Something oddly romantic.” She nudges Lena’s shoulder next to her, ducking her head in slight embarrassment at her overshare. Slightly worried that the dark haired genius woman can see through her and spot the feelings that run wildly through her veins.

A soft, reflective smile appears on Lena’s face. “I used to have this daydream, or maybe a fantasy of sorts, when I was younger that involved rain.” She fidgets with her fingers where they rest on the edge of the wall in front of her. “I’m not completely sure why or where it came from, but it was the one that always stuck.”

Kara watches her closely, quietly encouraging the ebony haired genius to keep talking. When it becomes clear that Lena is lost to her own thoughts of whatever this fantasy might be, she reaches over to still her wringing hands. “Where’d you go? Did you drift off into this little fantasy of yours?” She smiles and wiggles her eyebrows, lacing their fingers together. “You can share, you know? All of your daydreams and fantasies are safe with me.”

Lena isn’t sure how Kara meant that statement, but her body took it to mean something decidedly not platonic. Once more, sparks skate across her skin and down her spine, landing squarely between her thighs. Shaking her head of the increasingly naughty thoughts, she glances over at the blonde. Her best friend is biting her bottom lip and staring at her lips at the same time.

She licks her lips and lifts a questioning brow when darkened blue eyes lock with her own. “I did get lost in my dream world for a minute. It’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself to think about things like that.” She smirks as Kara’s eyes drift down to her lips again. “Find something interesting, Kara?”

“Hmm? Oh. Sorry.” Kara says, feeling her blush spread across her cheeks and down her chest. “I was just thinking about what this fantasy involving rain could be. You’ve never really shared anything like that with me before and now I am very curious.”

A melodic laugh fills the air around them as it bursts from Lena’s lips. She squeezes the blonde’s hand still intertwined with her own. “I’ve never really shared them with anyone, I guess. Especially not this one. Growing up in the environment I did, I was never really allowed to express fantasies or daydreams of any kind. Especially not any that involved romanticizing.” She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Could you imagine Lillian or Lex having any type of romantic inclinations?! They were barely human on a good day.”

Kara chuckles. There’s a sparkle of mischief in those beguiling green eyes. She’s spent many nights thinking about what kind of teenager Lena might have been and moments like this make her think there’s still much to learn about the mystery that is Lena Luthor. “I bet you are full of lots of surprises, aren't you?” She grins as she sees the cheshire cat smile make its way onto plump lips. “Oh, that smile tells me I’m not wrong!” She laughs and lifts their hands to her lips to place a soft kiss to the back of a delicate pale hand

“There are so many things you don’t know about me, Miss Danvers.” She winks and leans over to whisper in the blonde’s ear. “I was quite rebellious in my own ways. Some that very few people know about.”

She shudders at the wet warmth of Lena’s breath against the shell of her ear. They are most definitely skating on the edges of their normal flirtatious banter and it’s scattering goosebumps all over her impenetrable skin. Now she absolutely wants to know more, but specifically wants to know what this little fantasy is about. “You know you have to tell me now. I’m always curious to know more about you, but this has greatly piqued my interest.”

“What do you want to know?” Lena gives her a smoldering look, lightly running her free hand up and down the skin of Kara’s forearm. She smiles at the goosebumps that follow her touch. “I am an open book for you, Darling.”

Kara practically chokes on air and disbelief at the look the ravenette gives her. There is a shift in the energy between them. She’s not sure what it is or what’s happening, but everywhere Lena’s fingers touch her skin feels like her body is on fire. “W-what’s the rain fantasy? And I definitely want to know about your rebellious ways.” She tilts her head to the side. “I bet you went out and got tattoos and piercings, didn’t you?”

With a devilish smirk, she leans toward the blonde and whispers, “Oh absolutely. I still have several piercings. They’re just not visible.” She chuckles as she watches Kara’s eyes bulge and hears an almost inaudible squeak escape. “If you’re good, maybe I’ll show them to you someday.”

A very inelegant whimper makes its way out of her throat and her imagination runs wild. She has some ideas about where Lena’s piercings are and it does quite a few assuredly non-platonic things to her body. “I think it would be a lot…of fun. To know. Those things. About you.” She clears her throat in an attempt to clear her thoughts. “Now, what about the rain fantasy? Are you going to tell me or keep avoiding it?”

Lena laughs. A full belly laugh. She caught Kara off guard, but she recovered pretty well. “Are you sure you want to know? We’ve never really talked about those types of things together and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She smiles at her best friend. “You can’t unknow this about me once it’s out there. Last chance.”

“I promise I want to know. There’s nothing you can say to me that will make me love you any less, Lena. It’s not possible.” She grins at the rosy cheeks she gets in return. “Plus, you’re only ever evasive like that if it’s something that means a lot to you. That will always make me want to know.”

She releases a deep breath and observes the way Kara’s eyes dance curiosity in the now overcast moonlight. The clouds have moved closer to where they are and darkened the sky around them. “I think it started when I watched The Notebook when I was 18. I kept hearing the girls in my dorm talking about how romantic the movie was and I had never seen it.” She glances at Kara. The blonde is listening intently so she continues.

“By the way, that movie is emotionally devastating. Anway, I watched it on my laptop tucked into my bed in my dorm. The scene where they confess their feelings and end up kissing in the rain resonated with me and sparked a fantasy of being kissed in the rain by the love of my life.” She laughs and rolls her eyes. “Unfortunately, life doesn't always work that way. So, over the years, the fantasy has evolved and built upon the first kiss in the rain.”

“What has it evolved into? It obviously started from kissing in the rain, but there seems to be a lot more to it based on the look in your eyes and how far your mind wandered off.” Kara grins and watches Lena’s mind slowly drift again. “Just like that! You just drifted off again.”

Lena shakes her head and forces her thoughts back to the conversation, away from the erotic fantasy that has begun to feature the woman next to her in recent years. “Sorry. Well, it varies, but it always involves kissing in the rain. Sometimes there are torn sheets in the rain as well.” She cuts her eyes to the side and watches as the blonde’s brain catches up with her words, chuckling when blue eyes go wide. “The simplest one starts with a picnic under the stars and ends with making love on the blanket. But, it’s always interrupted by the rain.”

She pauses and gathers her thoughts before finally adding. “I think my favorite is making love on the blanket. When the rain comes, we scramble to cover ourselves and end up tearing the sheets that are covering our naked skin. As the rain falls, our bare bodies are pressed together while we stand in the rain wrapped in the sheets. We share a passionate kiss as the rain pleasantly stings our skin. Then we profess our love for each other as we rest our foreheads together in the middle of a rainstorm.” She sighs and shrugs her shoulders. “Or something like that.”

Kara stands stock still and is eerily quiet beside her. She’s unsure what to say or do after the incredibly intimate and vulnerable confession. Swallowing hard, she chances a glance at the woman next to her and what she sees sends a shudder through her body and throb to her core. The blue of her eyes barely rim the wide, blown out pupils. Her cheeks are flush and her breathing is heavier than before. If she had to guess, she would say the blonde is turned on by the revelation. And well, she’s not sure what to do with that at the moment.

So, she clears her throat and tries for self-deprecation. “It’s a bit unrealistic, but something about it has always stayed with me.” She smiles shyly. “Have you ever fantasized about something like that?”

“Um, yeah. I guess so.” Kara swallows hard. She’s not sure she can speak coherently right now. Every word and the way Lena talked about it produced some very vivid images. The images are still dancing in her mind's eyes. Images of her and Lena acting out the fantasy. And well, let’s just say that her heart isn’t just beating in her chest anymore. “T-that was…I can understand why it stayed with you. I think it will likely stay with me too.” She chuckles.

Lena leans her head onto Kara’s shoulder. “Hmm, glad I have someone to share the burden now.” She laughs and squeezes the bicep of the arms that’s holding up her head. “There’s just something about kissing in the rain that seems like it would be so raw and real. I think it would be a very memorable first kiss.”

They stand in silence for a while. Both lost in their own thoughts, when the first drop of rain hits their skin. It takes another five minutes before the rain really starts coming down. Before they know it, they’re both laughing and leaning into each other, letting the rain wash over their skin.

“Well, I guess that means we need to call it a night, huh?” Kara says, pulling Lena away from the wall and toward the door to the stairwell. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I know it wasn’t easy for you.”

Lena smiles. “Sharing with you makes it easier.” She pulls the blonde to a stop just before they get to the door, slowly running her hands up the now damp skin of Kara’s forearms. “What if I wanted it to be you?” She asks quietly as her arms loop around the blonde’s shoulders.

Still darkened blue eyes bounce between hopeful green. “W-what do you mean?” Kara asks, swallowing the hope that keeps trying to camp out in her throat. “Tell me, Lena.”

Delicate fingers mingle with the loose strands at the nape of Kara’s neck, pulling their foreheads together. Lena gently rubs their noses together, their breath mingling in the scant space between them. She breathes against the pink lips she’s imagined kissing for years. “My first kiss in the rain. The fantasy has been you for years. All of it has been.” A shaky breath escapes as their eyes lock and she presses forward. “Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.” Kara whispers. “Please. Kiss me in the rain.”

On Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48282733

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padfootagain · 4 months

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Bookshelves

Hi everyone ! Here is a cute little something to answer this anonymous request for my 6k event : “I am in love with your writing style 💖😍 Can you make ben Barnes one with trope 16?”

Thank you for your request, anon! Hope you like the cute drabble I wrote for it!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: so much fluff you will get cavities

Summary: Nothing’s better than reorganizing your bookshelves with the love of your life on a crispy autumnal afternoon…

Word count: 1258 (short but sweet!)

Ben Barnes’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

The air is crisp and cold and you love it. It’s greyer than the leaves outside, they still wear their orange and red colours. The sky matches the global atmosphere of that afternoon: heavy with upcoming rain, gradients between black and white, smelling of the earth after a storm. You have a warm mug waiting for your lips right by your side, there, on the floor. A warm blanket wrapped around your frame and a fire cracking over cold stones. It’s warm, it’s autumn in all its splendour.

It's a simple afternoon, basked in Eta James’s voice, and it’s easy to forget that tomorrow is just another Monday, that you will have to go to work and get up before dawn and fight the cutting edges of the cold wind against your cheeks. It’s easy to forget that this day will have to end. Especially when Ben’s voice rises from somewhere behind you, a low hum that spreads warmth and reassurance across your heart, makes it skip a few beats in its excitement. He’s humming along the melody, matching the warmth of the saxophone and the quietness of his padding feet against the tiles. When he sits down by your side again, a refill of warm tea in his favourite mug, his hair is dishevelled, wearing an old black hoodie and some sweatpants, along with colourful fuzzy socks.

And you love it. You’ve never found him as stunning as he is now, looking cozy and warm and infinitely intimate in the simplicity of his appearance. Nothing fancy. Nothing done to impress you. You’ve passed this uneasy stage of your relationship a long time ago. You love each other too much now to accept anything from the other but their true self. You admire the curve of his jaw darkened with stubble, and the grace of his eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks, and the enticing beauty spot under his right eye. You’re not even thinking as you reach up to brush his messy dark strands of hair back, out of his face, so you can see him better. He’s smiling, turning towards you as you move your fingers through his hair, just the way he likes it.

“Alright, so… how do we proceed with this?” he asks, something mischievous glinting in his dark eyes, and you can’t supress a smile.

The task at hand is huge: rearranging the bookshelves of two people who adore reading is going to be a mission that will keep you both busy for the whole day. You’re going to love every second of it, no doubt.

“Do you want to reorganize everything by author? Genre? Colour?”

“Author is more practical.”

“Colour is prettier.”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“I will do whatever makes you happy, my darling.”

“Do you want to separate our collections?”

He raises an eyebrow at that.

“We share a last name by now, we’re done compartmentalizing stuff and labelling them as ‘yours’ or ‘mine’. Whenever you’re sick, even your bloody virus becomes mine…”

You laugh at that, playfully pinching his thigh.

“Hey! It’s not my fault if you caught my cold last month! I told you to stop cuddling me, and you didn’t!”

“You looked too miserable. I was feeling too bad for you…”

The admittance is a mix of fondness, shyness and something extra-sweet that your heart can’t handle. It quickens its pace as it overloads.

“Right, so… we’re putting them all together, but how? Because for now, our books are a mess.”

“I vote authors. Because I’m an organised person,” Ben argues, but you pull your tongue at him at the playful teasing in his tone.

“I vote colours, cause it’s more aesthetically pleasing.”

“I vote for whatever makes you happy, cause I’m a clever lad, and I know I need to pick my battles in this relationship…”

“Clever lad, indeed!”

You exchange a laugh and a tender kiss, before starting to empty the shelves, Ben standing up to take the books out and passing them to you so you could organize them in piles.

It takes what looks like forever to empty all the shelves fully. You have mountains of books around you by the time you’re done, and Ben has changed the music to some Louis Armstrong and his trumpet. It has started to rain, and you have to turn on the lights as the sky turns a darker shade of grey. The rhythmic pattern of the rain against the windowpane and the rooftop warms your heart, and draws white clouds over the windows.

Ben is becoming increasingly distracted though. By the time the shelves are empty, he’s restless and keeps on playfully pushing your legs with his feet.

“Stop it!” you smack his foot away when he attacks again, making him giggle in the most adorable way.

“Let’s take a break,” he argues with such an adorable pout, you are this close from yielding, but you don’t, shaking your head.

“Come on, we can cuddle after we’re done with this,” you offer, and you notice the grin he fails to hide.

“In bed?”

“In bed.”

“Can I be little spoon?”

“If you want to, sure.”

This time he gives you a proper grin, bright and full of mischief.

“Oh, that’s a deal! Hurry up!”

You laugh at him as he starts picking piles of books, but he quickly slows down to organize the shelves correctly.

And you love it, it’s so satisfying to reorganize your bookshelves. You add some figurines, some cute pictures of the two of you as decoration to fill up the empty spaces on the shelves. And then it’s finally done, complete.

“I have to admit that the rainbow thingy looks stunning. Highly impractical, but stunning.”

“I think so myself!”

Ben drinks up the cold remnants of his tea, wincing at the nasty taste.

“We did such a good job! All our books finally put together in a pretty way!”

Ben hums in agreement, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to hold you closer, dropping a sweet kiss to your head.

“We did an excellent job!”

That’s when he realizes that his favourite figurine is missing. He looks around frantically, but you merely chuckle as you point towards the coffee table.

“Marty’s over there,” you joke, and he heaves a relieved sigh, walking over to get his Back to the Future figurine, and he places it on a shelf.

“Now, it’s perfect!” he chimes, turning towards you. “And I think we deserve to rest now.”

“You mean… cuddle?”

“Of course, I mean cuddle! You promised I would get cuddles out of this, do not break your word!”

You laugh at him but follow him anyway, teasing him some more while you make your way to your bedroom.

A few minutes later, you are buried under blankets, watching the rain fall on your windows, the touches of red from the trees in the distance, Ben tugged into your side, his head buried in the warmth of your neck as you stroke gently his back.

He heaves a content sigh.

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your skin. “God… I’m so happy right now. This is the best, isn’t it? Just… doing the simplest of things together. Just… doing nothing. Just… being here, together.”

You hum, kissing his forehead, and you notice then that he has closed his eyes. He’ll soon fall asleep, he often does when you hold him like this. He can’t help it. He feels so peaceful in your arms, safe, untroubled.

“Yeah… yeah, I think that’s the best, indeed…”

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Friday, April 19th 2024 Sun in Taurus ♉️🌎 Moon in Virgo ♍️🌎

Bye, bye Aries season! Get ready to indulge in the sweet, earthy vibes of Taurus as the Sun moves into the sign of the Bull. It’s time to slow down, savor the simple pleasures, and bask in the beauty of the tangible world. Taurus is much more grounded energy that leads with the senses and enjoys stillness.

And how appropriate that its planetary ruler, Venus is conjunct Mercury in Aries. Accenting sweet talk and charm along with creativity, there’s a desire for connection and romance with these two hooking up in the sky.

Later tonight, Mars will sextile the other two that have been coming together all week, Jupiter and Uranus in Taurus. This potent energy can spark inspiration and revelations, especially in the relationship sector. How this goes will depend on which one Mars influences the most for you. Either way, you can expect change and emotional disturbance during this unique conjunction with Mars influencing it. Dive head first into new experiences. Which ever way they take you. Tomorrow night, Jupiter and Uranus will be in exact conjunction so be sure to use the power of this energy as it comes together to manifest your desires.

A little self care will go a long way as we experience this shift from all that fiery energy to more calm and grounded territory as we wrap up Aries season. Trust your instincts, they illuminate the path towards resolution!

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pearlywritings · 2 years

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Sun-kissed

synopsis: your lover spends too much time under the sun and gets cute freckles!

pairing: Childe x fem!reader; Diluc x fem!reader

tw: pure fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2k+ for Childe, 1k+ for Diluc

Childe

*moyá tsarévna - from Russian “my princess”, since basically tsarevna is a daughter of tsaritsa (hystorical analogue for queen). No relation to Tsaritsa though, simply a term of endearment!

"Should've worn a warmer sweater underneath," you grumble, shivering a bit when the chill of the late morning seeped through your coat and creeped under your skin.

Lately, you've found yourself taking walks in a grove not so far from your house, enjoying the crunching sounds of the snow with every step you take and whiteness taking over your vision.

The grove looks like a perfect picture worth being drawn - pines, firs and larches clad in pretty dresses of the purest color and frozen crystals shining in the light of the pale sun - that's Snezhnaya in all its natural beauty.

This fairy tail atmosphere, that morning walks let you bask in, helps to keep your mind relaxed before diving into daily routine. Usually you take a whole hour to wander among the trees, thinking of everything and nothing, occasionally feeding squirrels and trying to hit the farthest trunk with a snowball.

However today it seems to be colder than usual and you have to shorten your walk - coming down with something later would do you no good.

Readjusting your scarf to cover mouth and nose, you scurry out of the grove and to the buildings of your district.

It is when you are walking down the street two gloved hands appear in your sight and your body instantly stiffens for a moment, but it's enough for the person to cover your eyes. Dread sets in your heart and your only just relaxed mind is put into frenzy and screams to escape, to turn and punch the assaulter in the stomach.

He, and you are sure it is a 'he', appears to have guessed your thoughts and one hand leaves your face, snaking under your arm and securely embracing your waist, pressing your back to his chest. The other hand is big enough to keep both of your eyes covered.

As you are ready to scream and twist your body a hearty chuckle brushes against your ear and you stiffen again. However this time you almost immediately relax.

"Guess who~?"

Heart is thumping in your chest like crazy and you want to hit him so badly - who would willingly give their lover a heart attack!? Yes, you are extremely happy to know your lover has just returned from his stay in Liyue but still, he could've been nicer about his appearance!

"Childe!" you exclaim angrily, lifting your hands to lower the scarf - dump from your warm erratic breath - and then reaching to pry his hand from your eyes. But he doesn't budge, only pressing his chest closer to you.

"Wrong answer, my little menace~"

You are sure he can feel how you roll your eyes through the material of his warm gloves.

"Alright, Ajax, stop-"

"Wroooong," he whines, and you feel how something cold touches your slightly warmer cheek. Oh no, he is making that 'squish your cheek to your lover's' and make them melt. More like annoyed.

"Babe, I am not calling you that-"

"But why not?" You are sure he pouts, nuzzling you with his nose, which is also cold. "I've just returned and you don't want to call me that one word? Why?"

"Maybe because we are not married yet? And we are not gonna if you keep pressing your palm to my eyes!"

With this little threat (that you actually didn't mean at all) he finally draws his hand away and softly grabs your side, twirling you around and trapping in his embrace again, but this time with both arms snuggly wrapped around your waist.

You gaze into his deep blue eyes and suddenly all of the anger disappears, being replaced with longing that has been tugging on your heart for the months he was away.

"Hey," you say almost shyly, reaching your arms to his neck

"Hi," he smiles, and then presses your foreheads together, sighing in bliss. "I missed you."

"I missed you more, gingerhead."

"You did?" he stares into your eyes and you can care less for anything else except these two voids of endless ocean.

"Mhm," you hum, rubbing your forehead against his. "You owe me kisses, cuddles and stories from your several months long trip to Liyue. But first, we are going inside, I am starting to get cold."

"Your wish is my command, moyа́ tsarévna*."

The nickname draws a bigger smile on your face, which quickly dissipates into a gasp and a squeal, when he effortlessly throws you over his shoulder and turns around to march straight to your house.

Only when you are inside, undressed from layers of warm clothes, with Childe out of the bathroom, clean and fresh, you settle down on the couch in your living room. You cannot pass the opportunity and almost instantly reach for his face, cupping it with both hands, to bring it closer to your eyes so they can drink in every little feature.

That's when you finally notice something that wasn't there the last time you saw him, and it makes your eyes widen.

"Ajax, you have freckles!" Squishing his cheeks a little, you draw his face even closer, looking at each ginger spot, adorning his nose, cheeks and, oh Tsaritsa, even his neck!

"Ah, right, my brothers and sister said so when I went home to tell my family that I'll go fetch you first and bring you over. Though I wanted to spend some time alone with you first," when he sees you are not listening, your attention fully absorbed by his face, he pouts. Here he is, declaring how much he missed you, willing for once to put a lasting visit to you before one to his family, and you are not even focusing on his words!

"Come on, it's nothing special. Spent too much time out under the sun of Liyue probably," nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, lifting his hands to pry yours off of his face.

"You are so pretty like that," he freezes. The eleventh Harbinger may be a cheeky cocky bastard, but once you give him a non-flirtatious genuine compliment, he loses his composure. Meanwhile your thumbs caress his cheeks fondly, an adorning smile plastered on your face.

"You know we usually don't get a lot of bright sunlight here in Snezhnaya, right?" That was true, natives usually have freckles only if they are passed with the parent genes, like in Teucer's case. "On you it looks like you have been sun-kissed! It's super cool, Ajax."

"Sun-kissed…" he murmurs and then chuckles, shaking his head and reaching his arms to grab your waist. With a new squeal of yours he drags you in his lap, situating your legs on both sides of his hips as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

"Oof, what was that for?" You glance down when he buries his face in your neck, lips pressed to your skin.

"Well, the sun has kissed me but my girlfriend hasn't, that's not fair. I want my kisses, give them to me!"

Giggles ring in the living room as he falls on his back, dragging you even closer on top of him. Ajax feels nothing about the ginger dots littering his skin but your reaction amuses him. Maybe next time he'll take you to Liyue with him. That way he'll get to kiss you and be kissed by you every day.

Diluc

There are many reasons why you like summer and look forward to it every year.

Warm breezes that feel like blessings after days of scorching sun; flowers and trees blooming with birds chirping on their branches; seeing children of Mondstadt running and playing outside… Nature feels so inviting with warm grass under your bare feet, the way the sun warms your skin and pools of cool water being a relief after hours of walking.

Yet the main reason is the beginning of the grape harvest season. While it brings much more work onto your plate, and it's been so ever since you said 'i do' at the altar and became Mrs Ragnvindr, you do not mind as it gives you opportunity to help and lessen your beloved's workload.

The prize is oh so sweet, when you return home after days in Mondstadt, tending to the papers and occasionally checking on Angel's Share, and spot your husband in the wineyard among his workers. Rolled up sleeves and pant legs bare his strong arms and legs, you can even see how muscles move under the skin from afar. His long hair is tied in a rather quick but secure bun with only a couple of strands sticking out. But even those are glued to his sweaty forehead as he's spent hours under the summer sun, inspecting the fruits of several months of work and giving orders to his people.

In moments like this you can't help but stop and admire him. How appealing your husband looks with that concentrated look on his face, eyes fixed on yet another bunch of grapes resting on his palm, wrist twisting and turning to give a better look at full juicy berries to detect any sign of unripeness.

Not to mention that his pale, almost snowy skin finally gets some color in places not covered by his clothes. Diluc pays no mind to it but usually huffs in amusement when you trace your finger over the lines in places where one shade goes into another.

Sometimes you get particularly lucky and get a chance to ogle him with his upper body completely naked. Of course you've seen the view before, you've seen much more than just his naked torso, but seeing him in a minimal set of clothes out of the house isn't something that happens a lot. More than once have you been caught by Adelinde eating your husband with your eyes, the maid always giving you a teasing smirk and passing you a jug with cool water she was meant to bring to her master. But receiving it directly from a loving caring wife is much better, no?

The best thing though, that happens every year without fail, is Diluc getting his skin littered with freckles. Nose, cheeks, neck and even his wide chest receive the sun's attention and, as a result, yours too.

You practically become glued to him whenever you have a break. It doesn't matter if it's scorching outside, you are still going to be not so far from your husband either simply sunbathing or holding a conversation with him. If he moves further down the yard, you move your lounge chair too, if he turns to address his workers, your gaze travels over the expanse of his back, and if he takes a break…

You have a hard time not to pounce on Diluc. Is it really possible to fight the temptation? When he smells like summer: fresh, hot with the lingering scent of grape and birch wood from the baskets they use to collect grapes. You inhale him with eyes closed in bliss, nose pressed to his exposed neck, fingers holding onto the sides of his almost completely open shirt.

Then your lips start pressing kisses to his skin, trying to cover as much territory of his neck and chest as you can, and that's when Diluc's cheeks start to burn. He is very thankful for his back being turned to everyone else and his physique being big enough to hide your body and not let them see your sudden loving attack on him.

"Darling…" he hoarsely murmurs and you kiss his bobbing Adam's apple. "What are you doing?"

Your pretty eyes he adores so much slowly flutter open and you gaze at him as if he has just asked about the most obvious thing (and he has). But it's hard not to tease him, when his cheeks flush such a pretty color, blush spreading to his neck.

"Mmm, who knows… maybe your wife is jealous of the sun for having kissed your skin for days I was away doing work and trade. Giving you kisses is my job and no one else's!"

You open his shirt and, before he can react, snake your arms around his torso, fingers instantly drawing patterns on his back, gently running over each scar met on their way.

"You know, I can feel how wet your shirt is against the backs of my hands. Maybe you should shed it completely and let me kiss you all over your booodyy," you almost whine, rubbing your nose between his pecs.

Getting redder and redder Diluc puts his hands on your shoulders, but doesn't really try to push you back.

"Love, I am sweaty, you shouldn't be pressing your body to mine like that…"

"It's melting hot, 'Luc," you state, not taking your face away from his chest, "and I am sweaty too, so I don't really care."

The man sighs, defeated, fingers on your shoulders softly squeezing them.

"You do this every year, I should've gotten used to it already…"

"Heh, yet you have not. Every year you get these magnetic freckles, every year I do this and every year you enjoy it. Am I not right?"

Diluc sighs again, knowing that you are absolutely right. It strokes his ego that you find everything about him appealing and have this radiance in your eyes whenever you gaze at him even after years of marriage.

"Let's get inside the winery. It looks like you are not going to let me work anymore today."

"Mmmm, alright! Go give your men orders, I'll ask the maids to draw a bath!" you smooch his freckles-littered check and, after unwrapping your arms from around him, hurry to the house.

Diluc watches you fondly, fingertips barely grazing the kissed patch of his skin.

With you in his life, he started to love summer too.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x fem!reader #tartaglia x fem!reader #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #genshin impact fluff

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HI ITS KENSHI ARM ANON HERE TO ASK for smth-

May I ask for Kenshi with a ftm reader who wears dresses and such, he's super feminine in style and all, but gets really uncomfortable one day when someone refers to him as a girl and starts to shy away from the style he likes because of it?

IM NOT PROJECTING WITH THIS ASK WDYM???!?!

projecting.... together, my dear anon. we are in this together.

apply my recent experience to this as well, soooo... changing it just a little. ANYWAYS... uhm. been wanting to writing this for a bit but i am an adhd freak and my mind is everywhere all at once... el oh el

lowkey inspired by puttin on the ritz by taco?? might make a little fic based off it too cause this made me fall head over heels for yakuza kenshi ough

little edit: this might be my favorite thing i've written. im genuinely proud of this and. ugh. yakuza kenshi.

cw: male reader, ftm reader, catcalling, pre-blind kenshi, ... yakuza kenshi cause he's been in my head, fluff, not proofread

ᴋᴇɴꜱʜɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴀʜᴀꜱʜɪ + ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ꜰᴛᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Kenshi loves your style. He is proud to know that his boyfriend is not afraid to dress how he likes. And he makes it known.

Particularly, he loves spinning you around, dancing, anything when you are wearing a flowy dress. Serotonin, really. It's pure joy on his AND your end.

And he loves to know that you are happy dressing as such. It is the one thing he thrives on. Getting pictures from you, in every little outfit, while he's out. It is the highlight of his day. His entire camera roll is full of just you.

Kenshi cannot spend as much time with you as he'd wish, however. To keep you out of the spotlight, for one. He'd love nothing more than to parade you around, show you off to his 'buddies', maybe even competitors. He's cocky, like that.

In this instance, however, he's finally got some time with you. Even if it's lurking in some shady alley, the evening sun descending over the city. A less than savory scene, yet just basking in your presence is enough to make it worth it.

This particular dress is one Kenshi bought for you. An expensive gift for his sweet, a Chiffon loose sundress, decorate with beautiful floral patterns. Vintage. He believes you look quite dashing in it.

Across the alley, someone calls out. Something something, objectifying. "Wish I had a girl like that," That's really all you can catch before your world devolves into static. An uncomfortable feeling sets in, your stomach feels empty, now.

Kenshi is quick to shut down the catcaller. As much as he prides himself on being logical and calm, it is not his finest moment. Nor is it the right time to do something like this. Catcall not just Kenshi Takahashi's boyfriend, but a Yakuza's boyfriend, no less. There are no cameras here, and he is not afraid to talk big.

After that incident, Kenshi finds you shy away from your style. You hide your body in sweaters and over-sized t-shirts. While he quite enjoys seeing you in his own clothes as well- your favorite is a godzilla shirt- he is sad to see the sudden dismissal of your confidence, as well.

He wants nothing more than to show you off and show off your confidence again. Oh, how he misses his darling, twirling you around in your pretty skirts in the kitchen, just how elegant you looked as you walked, as you breathed, really.

Kenshi's supportive. He's a lot more present, now. Much to the dismay of his buddies. But he doesn't care. He's slowly building your confidence up brick by brick, he doesn't outright shove it down your throat. He scrolls through his camera roll with such longing.

It works, you have to admit. It's a very very slow process. Once a month, about, you start wearing longer skirts again, or shorts. Then it moves on to shorter skirts, dresses, etc. And by the end of it, you have an entirely new wardrobe of dresses and skirts and all of it. Kenshi showers you with gifts once you've found your confidence and style again. Many, many expensive dresses, all different sorts. And he loves it when you wear them out with him, again. Dinner dates, dancing, late night drives, all of it.

#*ੈ✩ freyito #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat 1 x male reader #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat 1 x ftm reader #mortal kombat x ftm reader #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x male reader #kenshi takahashi x ftm reader

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Can you write the part where Mat and Y/N make love after their wedding reception ?

I Love My Name Inside Your Voice

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

warnings: smut, smut, cuss words, alcohol consumption, being drunk, breeding kink

You should be joining everyone for breakfast right now. You should be basking in all of the happiness and compliments that you’d be receiving if you were with everyone, but right now you’re basking in a different kind of attention.

The sun is hot, shining in through the curtains in your hotel suite. Your salacious moans are hotter, though. Mat’s laid on the bed, pillows providing support and you’re straddling him, enjoying the way his thick length hits deeper in this position.

“Holy fuck, maty. Fuck,” you moan, trying to adjust to the fullness in your core.

Mat’s hands are gripping your hips, holding you to settle your squirming and to guide your movements. It wasn’t your first time riding Mat, but you still had to adjust each time as the position let him fill you more than he already does.

“C’mon, baby. Look at me. Look at me,” Mat tells you, your back arched and eyes focused on the ceiling. You take deep breaths, trying not to cum too soon. You place your hands on his strong thighs, anchoring yourself as you start to bounce on him.

His eyes are glued on you. The bright sun doing wonders at masking both of your evident hangovers. Even if it didn’t mask anything, Mat still knew you were the most beautiful person on earth. He watches the way your boobs bounce with your movements. Your stomach tenses at a particular spot being touched by his tip.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” he says to you, making you moan loudly, your walls clenching down on him.

Mat throws his head back, mouth open, a sweet moan clawing its way out of his throat. You continue bouncing on him, dragging an early orgasm out of Mat, but you aren't finished yet. The feeling of his hot cum painting your walls drove you insane, your movements becoming faster. It’s all too much, you throw your body to lay on top of his. When he gets through his orgasm, he moves to a sitting position. Your hands go to his back, scratching your nails into his skin. His hands still your hips, so he can thrust into you at an unforgiving pace. You scream out in ecstasy, most likely waking up anyone who isn’t already awake. The whole hotel could probably hear the animalistic noises coming from the both of you.

“Faster,” you say breathlessly, throwing your head back and trying to meet his thrusts.

“Gonna cum, pretty girl? Cum for me,” he circles your clit, driving your orgasm home. You tense and throw your body back, whimpering as his cock slips out of you, and landing on the blankets sprawled out at the end of the bed.

Mat tenderly picks you up and moves the both of you to the top of the bed to lay down, knowing you were in need of some aftercare.

“We need to shower and get downstairs to join everyone,” you whisper dazedly.

“Shower together?”

“Of course.”

You and Mat make it downstairs, red tinting both your cheeks at all the smirks and knowing looks you’re receiving. As you greet everyone, Nolan perks up when he sees you, jumping straight into your arms. His head nuzzles into your neck with his little hand reaching out, wanting Mat to hold it.

“Hey, little man. Good morning,” he greets Nolan, causing his son to squeal in your arms.

“You mean good afternoon,” Liana teases, earning a glare from Mat, but a giggle from you.

As you settle at the table and Mat serves the both of you breakfast, you chat amongst your friends and family, trading stories about last night. Your girlfriends are trying to get any details from you that they can. You’d eventually tell them what they wanted to know, but not in front of family.

Nolan, predictably, moves to rest in Mat’s arms where he falls asleep the moment his daddy starts patting his back. You watch as Mat eats with one hand while the other holds Nolan securely. It’s so natural for him. His large hands being so gentle transports you back to last night. The way he carefully undressed you and pulled you apart with those same hands.

Stepping out of the elevator and into your suite, Mat’s hands immediately attach themselves to the zipper of your dress. The feeling of the silk falling off your body is nothing compared to the warm touch provided by the soft drag of his fingers along your shoulder blades and spine. You’re only left in your white, wedding lingerie. You hear the surprised gasp from Mat, a smirk automatically painting your face. He saw the 13 embroidered in the back of your thong.

“You’re unbelievable,” he whispers, nosing at your hair before moving to press soft kisses onto the side of your neck.

You turn in his hold, wrapping your arms around his waist, feeling him trace the blue 13. Your heart is pounding and your fingers are twitching, dying to touch him all over, dying to hear him talk some more. His hands start to roam your back, teasing you with his touch. A soft whine escapes your mouth when he unclasps your bra with just one hand. Your mouth finds his chest, wanting to show him attention as well. His hands hold onto your cheeks, bringing your lips to his, finally. The kiss is slow and sweet, but it definitely makes your heart speed up. Lust starts to linger, infiltrating your every move.

“I love you, wife,” it sounds so sweet coming from him.

“I love you, husband,” you say, resuming your kiss to hide your shy smile, but you couldn’t stop it from forming.

He picks you up, your legs around his waist and hands in his hair, making a mess of it. He lays you down in the center of your hotel bed, the plush comforter surrounding you. He kisses the edge of your jaw, kisses your neck, kisses your collarbones, kisses your “13” tattoo on the swell of your boob, kisses in between your boobs, and all the way down your stomach until he reaches your panties. Your impatient body writhes under his lips, hips jutting up, eager for friction.

He pulls your panties down your legs, careful to not rip them, knowing you’d be bothered if he did. He starts kissing around your waiting core. Your inner thighs, hips, and your lower abdomen all receive attention that you want so badly to be focused on your needy cunt.

“Maty, please touch me,” you plead, hands trying to grab a hold of his face so you can guide him where you need him.

“As you wish, Mrs. Barzal,” he winks at you, holding eye contact as he leans down and presses kisses to your pussy.

He starts off with kitten licks, smirking every now and then at the silent squeals you let out.

The soft licks turn into strong flicks, ravenous noises slipping from him as he enjoys your taste. You try to remain still, but when his tongue starts to twirl around your clit, you lose control. Your back arches, mouth open, spewing moans and sounds of bliss. Your hands grip his hair tightly, pulling on the strands each time you edge closer to your release.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you want to. Let me taste you,” he hums into your heat, making you cum on the spot.

Your wet hole clenches around nothing, practically begging for something to fill you up. Your moans get a little louder as you pull harder on Mat’s hair. You try to scoot up farther on the bed, but he pulls you back to where you were by your ankles, making you giggle.

“I’m not done,” he says hotly, making you groan internally, ready for whatever he was about to do.

Mat doesn’t give you much time before he’s tonguing around your hole. You let out a moan that soon turns into a loud gasp when he starts sucking on your clit while fingering you. Your head turns sideways, mouth biting onto the sheets to keep your screams in.

“Look at me. I want to hear you,” he instructs, momentarily giving you time to breathe.

Your breathing gets more erratic with every movement his fingers and mouth make. Your back continues to arch up, he eventually has to hold your hips down. His thick fingers make a come hither movement inside of you, reaching your g-spot, catapulting you into your second orgasm of the night.

“Holy fuck. Maty, fuck me please,” you beg.

He ignores your begging, preferring to lick up your sweet release. He thrusts his tongue into you, very much loving the way your chest heaves and the satisfied moans and groans you’re letting out.

“No more, baby. ‘M sensitive,” you whimper.

Your husband makes his way up your body, kissing on your neck. You lazily unbutton his dress shirt and peel it off of him, feeling up his strong biceps. Between his kisses, he bites your neck, using his tongue to soothe the pleasing sting and blowing cool air on the wet spot, surely making you arch your back some more.

He moves his kisses to your lips, sending you humming into his mouth. Your body starts to relax with the way his body is resting against yours. His warmth surrounds you, melting you into a puddle of mush.

“Baby, I want you in me. Please, love me,” you whisper into the kiss.

“I love you,” he whispers into the skin of your neck, leaning his body off of yours, slowly unbuttoning his pants.

He smatters kisses all round the skin of your boobs before he’s licking your nipples and sucking them into his mouth. You bring your hands into his hair, massaging his scalp, but also holding him there while you bask in the euphoria of his mouth on you.

He pulls away from you, making you pout at him, but he just smirks at your blissed out state. Lips swollen, hair messy, nipples red and wet, and your eyes glazed over. He’s at the end of the bed when he pulls his pants off, eyes boring into you, further heating you up. Once he moves to be between your legs, so close to where you need him most, you reach up and pull the band of his briefs down. His thick, hard, and ready cock hits his abdomen, and you guide his shaft down to glide against your used core. His red tip nudges your swollen clit, sending your hips flying up.

His hands hold onto your hips before he lets himself be swallowed by your warm walls.

“Oh my god, you feel so good!”

“You’re so tight, baby. So wet, too,” he gasps.

His thrusts are slow, but strong, enough to have you moaning his name. Both your fingers are entwined while he holds your hands down on the bed. You’re not sure if it’s all the alcohol you’ve consumed tonight, or the way his body moves against yours, but you’re dizzy. You’re both drunk off each other.

Your legs wrap around his body when his thrusts start to speed up. Mat’s eyes close in effort to distract himself from watching the way your body is reacting to him, the way your walls clench down on him. You were close to your third orgasm of the night, and he didn’t want to release before you did.

“Maty, baby, I need to touch you,” you groan out, trying to free your hands.

He doesn’t release your hold, just fastening his movements, pounding into you. Your moans and screams of bliss start bouncing off the walls. Your body becomes damp in sweat, hair starting to stick to the skin of your neck and forehead. While his thrusts are fast, you can feel him start to tense up, meaning that he was close, too. You need to have your hands on him, so you squeeze down on him, making him release his hold and thrust even faster. Your nails dig into the skin of his back, finding their way down to his ass and squeezing the round globes. He silences your moans with a kiss, tongue sneaking in when you start to moan again. You can still taste the faint taste of your arousal on his tongue. You suck on it, wanting him to submit to his orgasm instead of holding it in.

“Stop squeezing me, I’m gonna cum,” he warns you, forehead resting on yours.

“No. Just cum in me, baby. I want your cum deep inside of me,” you answer, knowing that calling him “baby,” makes him weak. You didn’t often call him by that pet name, usually sticking to “barzy” or “hotshot.”

“Fuck. Want another baby? You want my cum to paint your walls? Fuck, you all pregnant and round with my baby is so sexy,” he moans.

“Fuck yes!” You whimper as his thrusts continue without an end in sight.

You throw your head back, gripping onto the sheets as you feel his hot cum spurt into you. The sensation causes you to hit your third orgasm. Your walls spasming around his member, both of your stomach tensing at the feeling. Your legs are shaking, whimpers falling off your lips when he eventually slips out of you. You feel Mat lay himself down next to you, so you turn on your side to face him. You let your fingers trail up his torso from his happy trail to his collarbones, enjoying the way he twitches because your touch heightened his sensitivity.

“I love you, baby,” you whisper sweetly, moving to rest on the upper half of his body and kissing his lips.

“I love you more. I’m happy we’re finally married,” he whispers into the kiss.

“Me too. You’re my forever, always have been,” you say, starting to come down from the clouds, falling into a satiated sleep.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, covering both your bodies with the sheet, and letting himself fall asleep, knowing damn well you’d be up and ready to start another round soon.

You both basically fucked the night away, well whatever was left of the night.

“Baby?” You snap out of your memories of the night prior, fixing your attention on Mat.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay? You spaced out,” Mat asks, adjusting a sleeping Nolan in one arm while the other moves to the back of your chair.

“Just thinking about last night,” you whisper, bringing your body closer to his and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He only smirks, a gleam in his eyes. He wraps his free hand around the back of your neck, pulling your face towards his.

“We get to do that for the rest of our lives,” he states.

“Hell yeah we do,” you say cheerily, closing the space between you both, loving the way his kisses will never fail to make you blush.

You will never grow tired of your life with Mat Barzal.

a/n: Wedding night smut is finally here! I hope you all enjoy!

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The beauty of sunsets, of eternity, of holy feelings, of love and of revolutions ! Let's talk summer eve’s magic, bonfires and YR's S3 trailer (Young royals analysis)

So we are all ventilating, shaking, dying a little bit inside just to be resuscitated the next moment, because of all this yearning for YR season 3. Let’s rejoice and suffer together with a little bit of YR conversations post S3 trailer.

So as all of us, I can’t get over the beauty of these lake scenes. And I also can’t get over Lisa Ambjörn’s gift of Karin Boye’s poem, "Eternity" – which I discovered – on her insta feed. Karin Boye’s poem links the summer sun with love, memories, the feeling of appeasement, eternity and it’s “sacred secret”. The contemplation of this sunset is linked with holy love. It’s the neverending cycle, the promise of an eternal return, apart from the water metaphor that TVM linked with Wilmon’s love. Go check the blog, as amazing as always, the article on the water metaphor is free.

In some of the trailers' shots, in the lake scenes, the characters do not face us but face the grandiose paysage and bask in it's beautiful eternity. We see their back. It can remind us of some romanticist paintings (TVM's courtesy, go check on their Substack blog all about painting's analysis in YR. It's amazing, as usual. It's a paid post so I will not give more details as it doesn't belong to me. But it's really worth any cent invested in it) .

And in the last layer, we can perhaps link the summer lake scene with the bonfire scene. Bonfires, be it the Valborg eve’s bonfire or be it the midsummer’s eve bonfire occur on a late may or a late june's eve. Both are talking place on an evening when we are given the promise of the end of dark times, the welcoming of an enlightened time. On the shot in the trailer, we also see Wilmon is not facing us, we see their back (and their profile) like in the lake scenes. And in both scenes, they are having a convo about their relation, the future of their love. In both scenes, we have the water and the flamboyant fire, or its colors in the sunset. The fact that they are not facing us also gives them the very much needed "semi-privacy" from our prying eyes.

So is it time for a revolution, for new beginnings ? What's your take on this ?

Go check my post on "It takes a fool to remain sane" to link this to another bonfire symbol, that of carnival when we burn all the old, obsolete symbols.

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THE GIRL IS A SWAN : THE SYMBOLISM OF BEAUTY & MAGIC. BEAUTY TIPS & MORE

Every girls dream is to be as pretty & elegant as the swan.

I want to go in deeper about the perception and symbolism of the swan, which is my inspiration for this post I'm making.

The swan is a symbol of beauty through the enactment of gentleness, creative expression, femininity and grace. In this post, my focus is based on the spirituality of beauty, grace, and the prospering of the divine feminine code. The beauty that is Venus, and that Venusian power is full of love, compassion, & understanding. It is imcomparable to other forms of its nature. And has been a blessing to humanity for ages.

The beauty tips I want to express to everyone is through the art of creating a new look and flow for yourself. How the divine essence that you carry can express itself through the power of grace, and doesn't need to be tainted by outside forces.

The swan is a symbol of methamorphasis. Have you ever seen a baby swan grow into itself? Or have you ever heard of the story 'The Ugly Duckling?' Transformation is a theme when dealing with our looks because it's always growing, changing, and trends around beauty are constantly moving. Always on to the next big thing, but one thing that will always stay true is that vibration and energy never lies. And even if beauty and the standards around it change, it doesn't mean that you have to.

So with that being said, let's get into some beauty tips and embracing some swan magic !

Start slow.

There is never a need to rush, darlings. The gentleness that is needed to pamper ourselves is to simply bask into every bit of experience that is left throughout the day. When we force ourselves to rush into an experience, we are taking away from its pure beauty. And that itself is exhausting. If there is one thing that I've learned throughout my years, is that to fully comprehend the energy that is displaying itself all around us is to simply stop, and enjoy the show. The swan is never seen rushing.. even when flying it shows forth its magnificence through its slow burning movements. Its wings carry a force by simply taking it's time. Not trying to speed through anything.

When it comes to beauty, and applying makeup or putting on our clothes, what's the rush? Do you take your time to put things together? To find something worth meaning, authenticity or do you occasional rush from time to time. This works for some but not everyone, being spontaneous is sometimes out of the swan's reach. But for you, it's not always bad. However.. it needs a little bit of thought. And that shouldn't be a problem.

When it comes to our hair, our clothes, our skin, and anything in between we gotta first come to terms with what is it that makes us feel good. The art of taking your time is a sensual grace that can become a powerful force.

Expressing your divine femininity.

Okay, so first off. Let's talk about divine femininity not always being about the most girliest things. Dresses, makeup, lashes, heels. All these things don't make for a feminine individual. It simply has no filter.

So what those this mean? When it comes to your self expression, the power of your creativity is through the act of emotion. The way you flow into the room and make your presence known is your feminine flow. But again, it has nothing to do with being 'girly', you simply just have to walk the walk.

When expressing our divine femininity, it can be through an outlet of some form. If its fashion, cool. If its dance, great. If it's your speech, even better. All in all, practice expressing your femininity through what you love most. That's how the world see's your beauty, through embracing your divine feminine energy in the way you see fit is all that matters.

Always. Stay. Calm.

Swans are notorious for being peaceful, and aren't too prone to being aggressive. Now I'm not saying you can't tell a mf off, but please be discreet. Not everyone deserves it. It's time to start easing yourself into a more relaxing aura. Be cool. Be smart. And stay to yourself. If someone tries to get you out of character just know its them and not you. Some things are better left unsaid, and to be honest with you, some things are just beneath you. It is what it is.

Enjoying The Experience

Being in the now is always perfect timing. You could've been anywhere else, but you're right here. Where you need to be.

Enjoying the moment is all we have in this lifetime, not getting too caught up with whatever is outside of you, and focusing on whats within and around you. It's an art to being in the present, and just taking in the joy of the reality you set foot in. How more magical can it get? It starts with you.

And now, my favorite part of the post. Is getting into the metaphysics of this animal symbolism.

If you believe in animal spirits, and the energy they symbolize then hey, this is for you. Glad you could make it :)

The Swan's Magic

So what I want to start off by expressing is that everything has a vibration. Energy is everything and nothing at the same time. And what I want to express to you guys is that with swan magic increasing into the forefront it means to creatively express your unique senses in every part of your finger tips. Your presence is an authentic source of creation and the flow that you carry is an artform in itself. I said this before but differently, I just need y'all to get it into your school. You are a masterpiece, a canvas, an ocean of art, life, & beauty. You gotta feel that. And own it.

So when I speak about the vibration of swans, it's more of a dark force that can be deeply felt but not easily meant to be explored.

We're not meant to be fully perceived in all our glory. A Muse's beauty is meant to be on a pedestal and to be seen in all her light, what's most alluring about her always stays in the shadows for the right people to see. Most will never be able to see her true light, its a treasure. That's what being a goddess is primarily about.

The vibration focuses on etherealism. A remarkable essence that is built off inspiring others into a calmness, delightful magic. That is the aura of the swan magician. <3

This is a little post on my thoughts on swan magic, and overall embracing the energy that is divinely feminine. I hope you all enjoyed!

#swans #swan spirit animal #swan symbolism #beauty magic #manifestation #feminine energy #divine feminine #witch #tarot #divine expression #deja's blog #beauty blogger #magic

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Of course I believe you if you say you've never been icky with someone. My little girl would never lie to me. But I get the sense that you'd like that to change (I barely care -- I want that to change, so it's going to change). Before bed, edge yourself so that you're cute little cunnie is ready and needy. Then, while you're getting ready for bed, leave your door unlocked, and don't wear anything. If you have any medicine that's safe to take but makes you a little drowsy take some. Just so that you can fall asleep even if you're excited, not enough to keep you asleep. That's fun, but not the kind of fun we want for your first time.

When I come in and see you there, I'll hear nothing but blood rushing through my body as your beautiful curves set me on fire. But I'll have a plan, and stick with it (it's a good plan).

My clothes will come off, and if I'm not already rock hard, I'll enjoy stroking myself while standing over you. Actually, I'll do that either way. I want to bask in this moment. The last moment of your innocence.

Then I'll use my belt to tie your wrists together. I'll gently pull the blanket off, inch by inch. Watching and listening to your breath, making sure I don't wake you yet (if you wake up earlier than I plan, that's fine -- I'll pounce and keep you quiet and easier l easily overpower you).

Soft touches all over your body. Fingers glistening as they pull out. The taste. The vision of your helpless, gorgeous, young body. The knowledge of what's about to happen. It's too much. I can't wait any longer. You're too pretty to not fuck right now. I need to be inside you.

I jump onto you and startle you wake. One hand holds your bound wrists, one hand covers your mouth and nose. I force my body between your thighs as you try to stop me. I slide into you, and it's heaven. I'm slowly sliding in and out of you as I whisper in your ear that I'll let you breathe if you stay very, very quiet. You nod yes, desperate for air.

I keep telling you how pretty you are. How you don't have to worry about being a virgin anymore. How good your body feels. How your body was meant to give this kind of pleasure, and how your body can have so much pleasure. I tell you that if you're a good girl, I'll make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life, but that if you're a bad girl... and I leave it an open question [threat]. I ask if you'll be a good girl for me. You nod yes, my hand still covering your mouth and nose, but you've done your best not to make a sound. I tell you that I'll let go of your wrists, but you'll do as you're told. You nod yes.

I take my hand off of your mouth and undo your restraints. I tell you to rub your clit like a good rape slut, and you do. Because you are a good little rape slut.

When I'm about to cum, I pull out and lift your hips up and start devouring your pussy. It tastes amazing. I can tell you've been edging all day. You start grabbing the sheets. I can tell you're about to cum, but I tell you in a menacing voice that I didn't tell you to stop running your goddamned clit. You're a good rape slut, so you do as you're told and rub. "Faster." I growl into your pussy. As you start to cum, I throw your hips down, slam my cock back into your violently contracting cunt, cover your mouth with one hand and start choking you with the other as I plough into you over and over while you cum all over my cock and I explode into you. I bury my head into the pillow next to your head and growl and snarl and yell so loud as I cum in a pussy that was virgin just an hour ago.

I lay on top of you for some time after that. You feel my cock twitch every now and then as it loses most of its size and rigidity. My hips spasm forward every now and then as well. I kiss you all over you neck and face and when I kiss your lips you don't kiss back until I firmly tell you to kiss me. So you do. We make out like that for some time. I start fingering you while we lie there. Our mixed cum is the lube that lets me get rough. After you cum again, I kiss you goodnight.

I get up, get dressed, grab my phone that's been recording this whole time, and leave.

-😼

oh jesus lord in heaven i’m wet fuckfuckfuck @_@

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weixuldo · 2 years

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All his// Yandere!Vader x reader

(A/N: i wrote this shirt fic one night after a bunch of coffee lol, but i hope u enjoy! it’s a diff side of vader than i usually write for)

You were married off to the most feared sith lord in the galaxy and he is infatuated with you. you’re all his.

Warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, swearing, implied sexual activity

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You were the only child of a royal family who ruled over a resource rich planet. Once you were 21 you were arranged to be wed to a powerful sith lord, Darth Vader.

At first you were completely against it, but once you met him you found he was oddly kind to you. In time you learned to accept him, though the longer the two you were together the more peculiar his behavior became.

He treated you as if you were a fragile doll and rarely let you venture out of your shared room. All your communication with outside parties was done through him, he spoke for you. Whenever he came to your room he would just hold you and bask in your presence. And at required functions, he was always glued to your side. It was like he was obsessed.

You were lying on a velvety blanket on the floor of your shared chambers anxiously watching the door. Your husband was to walk through those doors any moment now. You cared for him, but his love for you was overwhelming at times. He did not hesitate to kill for you and today, some trooper’s had harassed you. You knew he would come home having ended some lives.

The doors slid open revealing a familiar dark figure.

Darth Vader.

He raced inside, slammed the doors shut, and locked them using the force. He kneeled by your side and took your face in his gloved hands. You placed your smaller hands over his and spoke to him, “Vee, I’m ok”.

He huffed and gathered you into his strong arms, “You should have told me what they did, my love. You know I would have ended them then and there.”

You pulled back from his chest and looked up at him with troubled eyes, “I know you would have, that’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to kill them, they are just men, it's what they do.”

He let out a growling sound, “Darling, they had to be disposed of. No one is allowed to harm you. No one.” he sternly spoke, sending a shiver down your spine.

He always did this, he always went too far. “Love, you can't keep hurting people just because they looked at me. Please”

He turned his mask away from you, “I will do what I must, to protect you.” he stated. End of story. It was no use arguing with him, in his mind this was the only way.

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The next few days you gave him the cold shoulder, he could not keep doing this. Much to your displeasure, your behavior only angered him more, except he did not take it out on you.

He tried to talk to you, he tried to hold you, he tried everything but you wouldn’t budge.

“Darling, I am sorry if I have upset you, but soon you will see I am only doing what is best for you. I love you.” he would tell you every time he left you. You truly did care for him but this was becoming unbearable. Usually he just asks you to not leave the room but ever since the trooper incident he had been locking the door behind him.

You were utterly stuck in there and he didn’t leave you food or water. You were helplessly dependent on him for your essentials and he wanted it that way. He wanted to see your eyes light up when he came into the room, he knew you were only thankful for the sustenance he brought, but nevertheless he loved your reactions. You were his shining diamond, his darling. You were his. __________________________________________

He entered the room earlier than usual today. He brought you your favorite food and a new gown. “My Love, I hand picked this just for you.” he spoke sitting beside you on the bed

He placed the silky garment into your soft hands. “Thank you Vader, Its beautiful” you dully stated.

He tilted your chin to meet his gaze, “Can we stop this charade dear? I miss you, and I know you miss me too”.

Fuck.

Fuck, he was right. He was always right. And you hated it.

You leaned into his chest as you began to cry. He pulled you close and brushed your hair, “Do not cry darling, you are far too beautiful to cry”.

You hated how he could do this to you. No matter what he did you always ended up going back to him. Always.

He backed up and wiped your tears away, “there there, will you try on your new outfit now?” he asked softly. You agreed as you swallowed your tears.

He nodded and asked you to turn around. You complied and he began to unzip your shirt. He loved to dress and undress you. He loved to see your beautiful body and see how the outfits he chose fit perfectly on you.

He rested his helmet onto your chest once you were naked. This was his version of a kiss. “You are the most ethereal creature in the entire galaxy my love” he spoke, modulator adding a deepness to his voice.

Once you were in the new outfit, he leaned back to admire your beauty. The silky fabric clinging to you in all the right places, the jewels adorning the collar resting upon your collarbone nicely. He was in bliss.

“Look at you, all for me” he said, admiring you.

He motioned for you to come closer to him and you did. He sat you on one of his muscular thighs and caressed your back, “I am enamored with you dear. It is frightening how much I love you.”

You stiffened. Yes, it was frightening. But you didn’t really have a choice, he would find some way back into your life, no matter what you did. You just gave into his words because you were tired. You were tired of fighting against his love, his obsession.

You laid your head on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his neck, “I love you too, Vee” you said, shutting your eyes.

He smiled to himself, he knew you would never dare leave him. He knew you were completely his.

“Good answer, my love”

All his.

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(a/n: lol kinda cheesy, but sometimes u need some cliché in ur life :)

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rom-e-o · 7 months

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Among the Leaves (NSFW)(Constance/Ebenezer fic)

Fall is here. A themed drabble is in order.

Ebenezer takes his first ever 'holiday' off of work and goes to the English countryside with Constance. Without the prying eyes of coworkers and family, the two use the opportunity to catch up on quality time.

This is an explicit, 18+ story. Minors, I ask that you DO NOT INTERACT.

The story is under the cut. Enjoy!

The sweltering London heat finally boiled over in early September. By the third week of the month, the leaves were golden and the air held a telltale crispness.

Gentle zephyrs that smelled of cinnamon and apples funneled down the country roads, each one gentle enough to send petticoats and top hats for those who weren’t cautious.

Constance adored windy weather. It allowed her unbound hair to whip about and blow freely, a sensation she found liberating and cleansing. Her dress, low-cut and made of spearmint linen, danced around her legs with every step, adding to the delight. Ebenezer, dressed in breeches and a simple white shirt, walked alongside her with a chipper gait. In the rolling hills outside the city limits, they were anonymous. Not a banker and socialite – not a scandal for retired folk to gossip about over tea. They were just another couple, stealing embraces and lingering glances, amidst the red and ember-colored trees.

“It’s gorgeous out here,” Constance said, looking around the golden fields that seemed to stretch in every direction.

“Yes, it’s a different world from the city,” Ebenezer agreed. He looked more handsome than usual, she thought, with his hair slightly windblown and his face lit with golden light. He had an almost boyish glow that she hadn’t seen around him yet, thanks to the city’s low ceilings and reliance on gas lamps.

As if reading her mind, he closed he eyes and basked in the autumnal calm. Tipping his head back, he inhaled slowly. “Serene. Quiet.”

Her cloak danced upon her heels with every spritely step, the tassels heavy enough to crunch the deadened leaves that her heels boots missed.

“It reminds me of home.” Her voice was almost ghostly, as if she was uneager to disturb the quiet that enveloped them.

“New York?”

“Yes,” she said,” Oh, don’t get me wrong, London is beautiful in the winter. But…New York in fall. Tarrytown. Hudson Valley. It’s something transcendental.”

“I believe you,” he said, taking moving his hand from her elbow to twine their fingers. “Washington Irving waxes beautiful stories of the area."

“Oh! You’ve read Irving?”

“I hadn’t before I met you,” he confided somewhat shyly, “But once we started courting, I wanted to know everyone I could about where you came from.”

The woman found herself grinning in pure excitement at the romantic confession. He’d kept that venture a secret from her.

He continued, albeit somewhat bashfully, “I found his works in a local bookshop. They are…quite popular this time of year, and it makes sense – the Dutch settlements. Fields of fragrant grain. The orchards. Throwing cinnamon chips atop crackling tavern fires. Lovers walking together on foggy nights amidst the gravestones. It’s all very autumnal and American …delightfully so.”

She flushed and nodded. “Yes. That last one is particularly dangerous, I must say.”

The two were a mere half-mile away from their temporary abode for the coming weekend. It was a small cabin with a hitching post for the horse and a small well out front. It was a comfortable lodge, and in the British countryside, finding their way back would not be difficult. Nonetheless, being out too late would be unwise, and both knew it.

“I can see why,” he agreed. “The stories and legends of the American wilderness are exciting enough for me, thank you very much. I’ll leave its true secrets to those knowledgeable enough to keep them. The prospect of getting spirited away by some ghostly Hessian soldier is, frankly, not an experience I’d like to entertain with you, dear. No offense.”

“Erudite and logical,” Constance teased. “None taken. I have no intention of getting spirited away on this very lovely afternoon. I quite like your company.”

He chuckled. “A very agreeable statement, my dear.”

Pausing momentarily, he snuck a quick look over his shoulder to peek at the road behind them. He squinted his icy eyes, as if trying to peer into the distance as much as possible. The moment Constance observed this behavior and tried to follow his gaze, he turned back her with a smirk. With the gentlest of shoves, he nudged her against an oak tree off the path until her back was flush with the bark.

There, he kissed her hard, tipping her head back so their mouths could meet fully. She reciprocated eagerly, hands roaming up his band, fingertips pressing into his back and through the flimsy material of his shirt.

She tugged the fabric tucked into his breeches free so she could slip her hands beneath the material and caress the skin of his bare back. Flanks of long, lean muscle met her eager fingertips. His towering, 6-foot-4 frame was impressive and weighty against her, but not in an unpleasantly smothering way.

As she did that, Ebenezer rolled his hips against hers, earning a thankful moan in return. He reached down to lift one of her shapely legs and wrap it around his waist. After it was secured, his hand skimmed up her skirts and past the edge of her stocking, exploring the tops of her thighs. Her skin quickly warmed under his skilled touch.

“Ebenezer…” she husked, eyes glassy as their kiss became more physical. Their bodies swayed and rutted together until even the flimsy barrier of their thin clothes was too much to bear.

He pulled back long enough to ask a breathless question, resting his forehead against hers. “D-Do you want to…”

Connie nodded eagerly, the heat in her lower belly too persistent to ignore. “We can use my cloak.”

Their hands tangled and they darted into the woods like excited teenagers. It took a few moments to find a clearing that was concealed by trees but was even enough for them to sprawl upon.

Ebenezer carefully unlaced the cloak from her freckled shoulders before laying it on the ground, smoothing it like one might do with a blanket before a picnic. Once he was satisfied, he turned around to see the pleasant sight of Constance already unfastening her dress.

When the fabric pooled around her ankles, she took great pleasure in drinking in the amorous expression on his face. The glow from before was this present, softening his features even further. With deliberate slowness, she slipped her hands over her ample breasts and down her corset, nails pulling and tugging the laces until she could remove it, her smalls and her stockings in one motion. The entire time, he never broke her gaze away from his.

When she rose again, Ebenezer’s gaze smoldered like twin diamonds.

“My gods,” he breathed, standing slowly and moving to her. He took her bare hips in his rough hands and pulled her close. “Look at you.”

She shuffled under his gaze, hands drifting behind her back.

“What about me?” she asked sweetly, tilting her head so her copper pooled over one shoulder.

“Bathed in this golden light…you’re like a sun goddess,” he breathed, his breath unsteady as his grip upon her tightened. “My goddess.”

The possessive lilt to his voice made her swoon, and she was suddenly very thankful for his arms being there to hold her.

“Well, Mr. Scrooge, don’t keep a goddess waiting,” she tried to tease, but her voice vacillated too much to sound as coquettish as she desired. They’d done this routine of teasing and flirting many times, yet her blood pounded with excitement as if it was their first time.

Judging by her lover’s matching smirk, he felt similar. “Mm. Eager, are we?”

“Well, it’s not very gentlemanly to leave me standing alone and nude without company,” she reasoned, crossing her hands over her breasts for playful emphasis.

This made his chest rumble, laughter as warm as summer thunder thumbling forth.

“You have a very unique idea of what a gentleman should do,” he said.

Despite his vague reply, he didn’t hesitate un unlacing the remainder of his shirt and tossing it aside. The action tousled his hair further, and as he pushed the silver-straked coif off his face, she was struck yet again by how damnably handsome he was. With his lean muscle from years of survival to his broad chest, covered in a spelt of salt-and-pepper hair, he was nothing short of a human Adonis. Then there was his face ... maker, his face. A strong Roman nose and sculpted cheekbones that could cut diamonds, nothing was as incredible to her was his icy-blue eyes. They glittered like mica in instances like this, when he stared at her as if she was the most precious being to him in the world.

It was her turn to ogle him as he unlaced his breeches and kicked them off him his socks and shoes.

He was all long-legged, toned glory. A trail of dark hair ran from his chest and down his belly, all the way to the reddened erection between his legs. His cock was already half-mast, heavy with arousal against his thigh, a clear pearl of liquid appearing at the top. She wetted her lips at the sight, suddenly desperate to take him into her mouth.

However, this occasion wasn’t the time for the lengthy foreplay that both could stretch on for hours. They had to be fast, less they be discovered by some unsuspecting travelers or merchants off the road. That scandal would follow them back to London easily.

With urgency that bordered on primal, Ebenezer closed the distance between them and wrapped two strong arms around her. She followed his lead, feeling him dip her into a kiss that forced her to cling onto him to prevent her from toppling over. The effect made their bellies and chests rub together. Her breasts, already heavy with desire, practically burned as his chair hair scrubbed her nipples.

Ebenezer lowered them both onto the cloak, with Constance laying supine beneath him.

They continued to kiss, moaning ang gasping as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Relief flooded her when his hands finally lifted to her breasts and gave them a squeeze, helping to ebb some of the tension she’d felt buzzing in her nerves.

Arching her back into his hands, she was rewarded for her keening with the swipe of his deft tongue across the sensitive tips. She cried out from the pleasant combination of warmth and wetness. Her legs opened without a thought, already seeking his familiar girth to fill her and bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

After savoring the womanly musk of her breasts, he kissed a path down her stomach, hands moving down to cup her ass. With a hand on each cheek, he began to massage the flesh in circles, easing her body open further and further.

“E-Ebenezer, please, just…”

“Not yet,” he replied, kissing her belly button. Gods, she could feel his breath against her quim, already hot and eager and dripping for him.

She bit back a moan of frustration, for she knew that the delay of pleasure was all for a good reason.

Ebenezer was many things, but among the long list, he wasn’t a selfish lover. When it came to making sure his woman was satisfied, he wanted to know when he finally slid into her that she was wet and ready for him. Friction would be smooth, and his approach would be slow until he found that perfect spot inside her that milked the prettiest trembles and screams. Then, and only then, would he ferociously pick up the pace and drive into her, making sure to tilt his hips at the angle that kept her screaming for more.

Even when they’d first laid together, knowing she wasn’t a virgin, he’d treated her as such. He carried her to bed, taken her clothes off, kissed her slowly, savored the taste of her clit against his tongue … all of it to make sure that she was trembling and aching for him by the time they could finally come together in a moment of glory.

“I’m ready,” Constance said, hips lifting off the cloak and swaying. “Oh, please…love, please…”

Ebenezer was weak to her pleading, especially when she called him pet names.

“F—uck, do you have any idea how you look when we're together like this?” he whispered, moving his lips back up her sternum so he could whisper in her ear. “Once we get back to the cabin, I’m throwing you on that bed and making love to you until you can’t walk.”

She moaned loudly, her entire head tipping back at the sound of his promise. “Oh, please…yes!”

“Another beautiful sound,” he said, lips caressing her forehead as he placed a kiss right between her brows. ‘You, begging for me. It’s so hard to not give you what you want…”

“Please, Ebenezer!” she practically wept. Lifting a leg, she shakily wrapped it around his waist to bring his hips down. Feeling his tip right of her entrance, pressing inside slightly, made both release a collective sigh of yearning.

“A-Are you certain?” he stuttered.

She nodded. “Yes.”

With a roll of the hips, he slid inside, and … it was perfection. His cock filled her so perfectly. He wasn’t too big or too small. He knew when to speed up his pace, and when to slow down and keep her teetering on the edge. Best of all, he knew her body and knew what made her scream.

When he bucked his hips and arced right into the spongy G-spot on the roof of her sheath, her entire body went as taut as if she’d been seared by electrocution.

“Y-Yes, right there!” she begged. Her other leg shot up to cradle his body, his narrow hips fitting perfectly between her trembling thighs.

Platitudes fell from her lips as he continued his steady rhythm. With one hand supporting her lower back so he didn’t drive her too hard into the ground, he rutted into her with the same desire he felt the first time they’d slept together.

The entire time, he whispered comments into her ear: about her beauty, about how good she felt, about how lucky he was to share these moments with her. For a man who fancied numbers more than words, he was an incredible poet.

When she finally came crashed down from her high a minute later, her spine kinked and she dug her nails into his skin. He growled in pleasure, a smirk never leaving his visage as he watched her beautiful features spasm in bliss.

“There we go,” he commended, hands combing through her coppery strands. “That’s a good girl. Just like that.”

Tears in her eyes from the power of her orgasm, she let out one last cry as she felt her body close around his cock like a hot fist.

As he went to pull out and finish outside of her, she kept her legs locked around his waist, keeping him in place.

“S-Stay inside…” she begged, hands flying to squeeze his shoulders. “Finish in me.”

His eyes softened instantly, then glazed with the telltale signs of happiness. “M-My Constance, a-are you…are you sure?”

Again, she nodded. “I’ve never been more certain.”

This certainly of her love for him and confidence in him as a potential father to her children…it was too much. His brow furrowed as a surge of pleasure shot through him, and he shifted his angle to thrust back inside her.

Constance let Ebenezer move her body as needed to find the perfect angle that would apply to best pressure to his cock. Once he found it, she saw his eyes practically roll back.

“I-I love you…” he stuttered, already breathless after just two thrusts. On the third, he laughed and practically collapsed. “Connie, I love you so, so much.”

She nodded, her heart swelling with each beautiful declaration. “I love you, Ebenezer…my Ebenezer…”

The last of his restraint snapped, and with a growl, he shuddered and filled her with a hefty load of his seed. He frantically pumped his cock as deep as he could, filling her until droplets seeped onto the cloak below, before he let out an exhausted sigh.

He slumped beside her, a sheen of sweat covering his chest and forehead. Wiping the moisture away, he rallied himself for only a moment before he rolled atop her and kissed her again.

“You’re my radiance, my map to grace…” he said, rambling breathlessly. “I-I…could not be without you. I’m sure of that.”

It was a somber declaration, and it made her ribs go soft.

“I can’t be without you, either,” she said. “I’ll make sure we’re never apart. I never want to be taken from you.”

“I would perish before allowing that,” he whispered. Again, he reached down and twined their fingers.

Constance smiled and rolled into his embrace. She wrapped the cloak around them as a partial blanket for the moment.

“Well, perhaps we should hurry back then,” she teased. “We don’t want the ghosts to come out, right?”

He flattened his chest so she could use it as a pillow, which she greatly appreciated. As she nestled herself into place with a smile, he rolled his eyes.

“If there were any specters lurking in the trees, I’m quite certain we scared them off,” he said. Then, a beat later, he added, “Or … I hope.”

Constance giggled. “I hear no rattling chains.”

“Don't tease.”

She giggled and glanced up at him.

“I won’t let the ghosts take you away,” she promised. “After all …”

A hand drifted to her belly.

“Who knows what the future has in store?”

The two decided to stay in each other’s arms as they drank in the sunset in each other’s arms. With each passing minute, Scrooge dropped another tender kiss upon her, never wanting to let her go.

Thankfully, as long as the world around them stayed as calm and tranquil as this…he would never have to.

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