#//I also will tag for any out there kinks that may come up ❤️

[dashing-fandral]

will probably be hornyposting more frequently, here are the tags I will be using:

- ⚔ you enter the dungeon <- catch-all tag for dark erotic stuff. - ⚔ xxx <- general NSFW tag - nonconsensual cw

please filter if necessary, or browse if you are also a freak like myself 💕

[valentine-cafe]

I have a question: how many times in a row your OC's can come? And what can we do to make them cum their brains out fast? Please and thank you ❤️

CW: cum, tongue kissing, hair yanking, voice kinks, multiple orgasms, bondage kinks, pussy spanking, just overall filth - please inform if anything else needs to be tagged.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍰 ꒱ 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 781

˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio arias: he can cum up to 6 - 7 times in a row, 8 if you get him on specific days where he’s really desperate. clinging onto his hair, wrapping around his waist with your legs, cling to him in general and then he has a voice kink - will especially get sensitive when you say papi - and then tongue kissing will all get him sloppily.

˖ ࣪ ଓ rishen herrera: can cum 7 - 8 times in a row, number might go up depending how rough you are with him or if he’s just feeling really good. any touch on the silk slits, his back is extremely sensitive, especially his spine - his nipples are also very sensitive, tug on those piercings and then yank his hair.

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhao talisen: has a solid 6 - 8, may be more if you really decide to try and see how far you can go. bite him, rubbing your fingers against his scalp and yanking at his hair or allowing you to tie him up, bondage is also something he enjoys along with you whispering his name over and over in his ear as he fucks you full..

˖ ࣪ ଓ rishima singhania: she can cum up to 3 - 4 times, might get really overstimulated after that due to sensory issues. Rishima is hypersensitive everywhere, so one touch anywhere can get her going - any touch on the chest area she is gone. Biting is also an option that is very favored by mrs. singhania

˗ˏˋ꒰ ☕ ꒱ 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 209

˖ ࣪ ଓ jingyi herrera: can cum up to 8 - 10. 11 times especially if you manage to to catch him off guard at just the right moment of his climax. allowing him to wrap all the way around you like a snake and fuck you senseless, leaving you clinging and whining onto him, is the best feeling in the entire world for him. He also loves it when you allow him to unhinge his jaw, wrap it around your throat and fuck you until you are on the verge of fainting.

˖ ࣪ ଓ rishen herrera: he can cum up to 8 - 9 times, you might send him off into overstimulation too, after that. choking him or any sort of grabbing around the neck gets him going. somewhat like 781, touching any of his silk slits will have him squirming and cumming in no time. he has a voice kink as well - any sort of sound his partner makes gets him going.

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhao haitao: 4 - 6 times, can be up to 8 depending on the days and whether luu'leriel is interacting while he is having sex. he wants to hear you during sex - your moans turn him on so much and it makes him feel amazing - letting him spank you and thrust into you shallowly while keeping you close against his chest, along with putting you into a mating press is certainly going to have his head spinning.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍮 ꒱ 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 164

˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio agresta: oh this man cum. he can cum up to 10 - 14 times, filling you up over and over with over thrust inside. Yank on those horns, grab onto them. Dragging your nails down his back and biting onto him gets him going too. Cling onto him like your life depends on it.

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhào talisen: he can cum up to 11 - 15 times, may be more if you really decide to try and see how far you can go. bite him, scrape your nails along his back and wrap your hand around his neck to get the most out of him. Along with simply allowing him to fuck into you as well - he is also, very into bondage.

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍡 ꒱ 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 9948 𝒆

˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio agresta arias: around 4 - 6 times, gets very overstimulated when you push it over that. some of the ways you can get him to cum such a way is by making him fuck you all by himself, spanking him, letting him spank you, using papi, and using your voice

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhào jìngyì: 8 - 10, can usually keep going for a little longer after that, due to his stamina, he is very fond of you yanking at his hair, trying to fuck back, and screaming out his name - he also has quite the dacryphilia kink, so the second he sees tears of pleasure running down your face, he is gone.

˖ ࣪ ଓ rishen ariyelus: he can cum 8 - 10 times, essentially 11 if you manage to get him going enough. give his wings a few tugs, bites or light touches and you will have him wrapped around your pinky.

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhào hàoyú: he can cum up to 7- 10 times, give him a few touches on his sensitive spots right after climax and you may get to 12. Tickling, biting and scratching him is usually what gets to him, along with letting him tie you up - if you're into that, of course.

˖ ࣪ ଓ zhào yizé: 6 - 7 and may sometimes get a bit higher, but it depends on how desperate and overstimulated he is. some of the ways you can get him going is moaning him in the ear, tugging at his hair and trying to fuck back.

˖ ࣪ ଓ yuè mèng yáo: 4 - 6, she is getting back on the higher numbers again after years of not really getting pleasure from anyone but herself and her fingers. A way to really get her going is by tugging on her nipples, pussy spanking, squeezings her waist as she cums and whispering into her ear.

[yakkolicious]

Meet the Blogger

Hi everyone! It's been a while, so I decided I needed to do an updated introduction post!

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I'm Yakkolicious, but I go by Yakko for short. Some people also know me by my real name, but only the absolute closest of my friends. My pronouns are she/her, and I'm a funky gal who loves drawing and writing fanfiction! On my main blog, I mostly reblog things, but sometimes I do ask games and sometimes I ramble.

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[stardancerluv]

A Time to Love and to Fight

Part 16

Summary: Things…take a turn for Enjolras and his girl.

Notes/Warning: 18 & over please! This is a long chapter!

Reader is roughed up by Royal French soldiers, fingering, PV sex, implied soft!dom Enjolras, implied/squint breeding!kink with Enjolras, old school/dated thoughts about the male body, overall angst.

Thank you, for reading! Be nice! Feedback is welcome! Want to be tagged, please let me know! ❤️ and of course…Enjoy!

French Translations

My sweet angel. - Mon doux ange

Allow me to look upon your beauty. - Permettez-moi de contempler votre beauté.

But angel, but love I may be facing battle tomorrow and make you widower by days end. - Mais mon ange, mais mon amour, je pourrais affronter la bataille demain et te rendre veuf d'ici la fin des jours.

By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man —- Quote from Immanuel Kant

“Enjolras, my dear comrade look I understand he meant alot to you.” Grantaire pressed his lips together, Enjolras saw a sympathetic look washed over his comrade’s face. “He also helped where he could.”

The man glanced at the others before he looked back up at him. “But in the end, how does his passing effect us?”

Annoyance curled hotly in the pit of Enjolras’s stomach. He pushed himself off where he had been perching and walked over. “Simply, Lamarque was one of the last heroes of old that stood for the common man.”

Some of the men nodded, a few shrugged.

“Look,” Enjolras continued. “the people are just looking for reason to raise up. If we can get the Royal army to do something, perhaps we can provoke them and the people will come to our cause.”

“It’s never that easy.” His friend waved his hand around dismissively. “We’d do that and die.” Grantaire continued and crossed his arms in front of himself.

Enjolras leaned on the table, it creaked under this weight. He lowered his voice. “There’s bound to be a huge demonstration at his funeral. If we plan this right, what we will do now, will make history. France will finally be on its way to being a better place.”

******

With your heart in your throat, you hurried down the stairs and out of the building. How you would have loved to look up and see Enjolras’s face one more time but he had said that would not be a good idea. The quicker you got to the market and back home the better, he had said. You agreed. As you crossed the small courtyard your grip on the sack tightened while your heart squeezed.

You were grateful that the market was a few blocks away. Once there, you finally took a moment to stop, you had grown breathless in your haste. Glancing around, you were surprised at the number of tables that were already set up at that early hour.

Finding one to your liking you went over and found some soft sweet treats. These would be perfect for good cover. The seller wrapped them up and you gently placed them in your sack before turning and finally heading back home. You had never been away from home by yourself for so long. It was exciting.

******

Enjolras was helping to prepare. The guns, he and his comrades had needed to be cleaned. There could be no mistakes, no mishaps. He still had not taken a moment to properly mourn the passing of the man who had been like a second father to him. There was no time for sentiment. He would mourn later.

The bristles of the brush scrapped against the metal, taking away any dust or dirt. The oil cleaned what had grown dull. With a few quick moves, once again the gun was reassembled and ready to defend the life of the man who carried it. Enjolras did this with a rhythm. In the back of his mind he kept track of how many he had taken apart, cleaned and rebuilt. As the number grew, the more relaxed he grew for what would take place at the funeral.

“Enjolras,” He felt a hand on his shoulder, he flinched. “Enjolras.” The man repeated his named. He resisted making a sound of exasperation. Turning to finally see who it was and he smiled at the barman.

“Despiat? Early isn’t it?” Enjolras let out a sound of amusement but which was actually more of a twisted laugh. As he looked the lanky, barman up and down.

The man nodded. “Drinks and merriment are for later.” His mouth form a line. “But I wanted to give you what I could.”

That’s when Enjolras saw the small wooden box in the man’s worn hands.

******

A small smile played on your lips, as you tightened your shawl around your shoulders. You felt good, you secured the sweets and would be home shortly. The cover you and Enjolras had come up with was perfect.

Finally, you were not terribly far from home so as you walked along you let yourself relax. Memories of the night before swirled around in your minds eye.

You felt as your cheeks flushed at the memories. You were a real woman now you supposed, a small smile play on your lips. Images of him over you, blossomed in your mind’s eye. His curls were in disarray, you could practically feel the warmth of his breath. It made you tingle all over. Your fingertips could still feel the scruffiness his facial hair. You had fallen asleep with your fingers entwined, that had been nice.

A warmth had come over as your heart picked up its pace.

A scream was wrenched from you as hands grabbed you and felt yourself being pulled away. You began to struggle and laughter filled your ears. “Let me go!” You managed.

Your wind was knocked out of you as the banged you against as wall. Terrified, you looked around, they had pulled you into an alley.

“So what is a pretty girl like you walking the streets alone?”

You swallowed as you looked up at your assailants. Fear wrapped itself around your heart. Two royal soldiers were looming above you. Words got stuck in your mouth.

“Answer me.”

You looked from one to the other. Pain flashed hot as it burst across your face. The silent one smacked you. Without thinking you dropped the sack and placed a hand to your cheek.

“Don’t make me ask you again.” The one sneered.

“I…I was just grabbing something sweet for my mama, she’s ill.”

“So that’s whats in here.” The silent one finally spoke, holding up the sack.

“Yes. Please don’t.” You grabbed at it.

“Please don’t what?” The solider held up the sack, cackling.

“My mama is ill.” Your voice cracked.

You watched as they leaned together, one opened the sack. The one who spoke first looked at you. “There is more then one in there.”

“Yes.” You would not cry, you would not cry ; you repeated to yourself.

“Do you have more then one mama?”

Confusion filled you. You looked from one to another.

You yelped they pushed you against the wall.

“No, why?”

“You have more then one sweet in there.”

“That was…” You looked down, you knew what would happen now. Your heart sank.

“What girl we didn’t hear you?” You winced as one grabbed your upper arm.

You eyes flew up to look at him.

“Ow!” The solider howled and let go of your arm, you fell back against the wall.

You glanced over, your eyes widened when you saw Gavroche. He was throwing rocks.

“Run, girl!” He exclaimed and he threw a few more rocks. He glanced towards you and then back at the soldiers, he threw a more rocks. They forgot about you. The two of them turned and moved closer towards him. He turned and ran, they followed like dogs on a hunt.

******

Greta’s bony fingers tilted your face up to look it over. “You were so foolish.” She said in a huff, then pulled you close.

You desperately wanted to run away. You wanted to scream.

“Next time, come to me and I will bake something special for the you and your mother.”

“I know. I know.”

“Now go and lay down you must be in an awful state.” The old woman pulled back, her features finally softening. “We will not tell her.”

Your eyes watered. “Yes. Thank you.”

Taking the back stairs two at time, you were upstairs and at the door to your room in no time. Though, on the tips pf your toes, holding your breath you went to the closed door of your mama’s room. Your breathing was still was heavy but significantly better then its been in ages. With that giving you some comfort you went back to your room.

*******

Enjolras, sat with a book in front of him. He was in his usual corner of the tavern. Glancing out the window, he could see the sun day finally began to hang low in the sky. Part of him was eager to run, go and see you. Not caring what it would cause or do. Last night, he had pledged himself to you.

His concern over what may unfold around him, gave him pause. You were the reason for this. Sure, he had meant all he said to his comrades, to the others for them to harness their fears so that tomorrow could bring them a victory.

So with the sun setting and shadows stretching across the cobblestone streets, he read from a book the general had given him shortly after meeting. It had helped shaped him into the man he was today. It was a book, that shared philosophy of Immanuel Kant. The pages had grown worn from how many times he had read and read it. There was never a time this book didn’t give him a lesson or made him face some uncomfortable part of himself.

When he picked up the book today, he was hoping for a final moment of guidance. As his eyes moved across the sentences, he could practically hear the general’s voice. He remembered their past discussions.

His heart stilled as he read, By a lie, a man... annihilates his dignity as a man. As strong as if you were before him, he could see you in his mind’s eye.

“Enjolras, Enjolras.”

Inwardly he sighed, he should have stayed at the boarding house. A few moments alone, was all he truly wanted. Turning, he placed his finger in and closed the book around it.

“Yes, Gavroche.”

“It’s, it’s…” The young boy struggled and took several deep breathes.

“Calm down, I am sure everything is alright.” Enjolras could already feel a knot form in the pit of his stomach.

The boy shook his head. “No Enjolras, it’s the girl.” He scratched the back of his head, swallowing again. “The girl you had me walk home. Royal guards were roughing her up.”

Enjolras jumped to his feet. Distantly, he realized the book fell to the floor. He reached for it and stuffed it into his coat.” “What happened? Did they take her away.”

The boy shook his head. “No, I was walking by. I saw what was happening. I threw rocks at them.” The boy stood a little taller, and beamed up at him.

“What happened then?” His mouth grew dry.

“They gave chase.”

Enjolras looked the boy up and down. He appeared alright.

“I gave them the slip.” He cackled. “I waited and waited before finally creeping out from where I hid. I came straight from there to see you.”

Enjolras glanced behind them and then back at the boy.

“Tell the comrades, I had an urgent matter and will be back soon.”

******

After walking back to your room, you shed your soiled dress. In only your chemise exhaustion washed over you. You barely pulled your boots off when you fell fast asleep.

For the first time in what felt like far too long, Greta tended to you in your room. She felt your mama’s thoughts had best to remain clam. So what happened between and the soldiers would remain between the two of you. She served you lunch and then dinner in your room.

Still grappling all that you had to gone through emotionally, time was foggy with sleep. The soldiers had done put you in quite the emotional state.

With your mind and thoughts finally clear, it was an inky sky outside your window that greeted you. Feeling stifled, you tore your blankets aside. You legs felt wobbly as you began to pace. You didn’t know what to do. Should you go to the tavern looking for Enjolras or should you stay here. Sure, he said he’d visit in the garden but that was before the soldiers and what Gavroche did.

Wincing, you bit your lip. On quiet steps, grabbing a candle you went into the room reserved for bathing. Upon seeing your reflection, you clasped your hand over your mouth.

Your cheek was swollen; a bruise was forming where he had stuck your face. Tears prickled your eyes. The light flickered from the candle as your hand had begun to tremble. You immediately put the candle down. Brushing your sleeves aside, you chewed on your bottom lip as you saw the shadow of a bruises forming on your arms.

If you were honest with yourself there was also a soreness between your legs. Without thinking, you placed a hand there. Gently cupping yourself, you winced but oddly it felt good. Inhaling sharply and closing your eyes, scattered moments of the intimacy you shared with Enjolras, came to you. Your heartbeat grew faster.

Holding yourself brought a strain from your arms. You wondered if it was because of the bruises that circled your upper arms. You safely assumed that since they pushed you harshly against the stone wall, there was probably the smudges of bruises there as well.

The memory of the soldiers replaced the wonderful memories with Enjolras and it made your stomach churn.

Enjolras! You gasped. Would Gavroche tell him, you wondered. Oh, had Gavroche even been able to get away. You made a wish and truly hoped he had. You had to know.

Reaching up you brought down some powder. Mama, had used it when parties and dinner among friends lit up and filled this house with laughter and loud discussions. She loved, to look as pristine as possible. You smiled at the memory.

Father always told her she was his lovely doll, that she didn’t need any of the the powder or the rouge but she clung on hard to these traditions. Now, though to protect the heart of her beloved, you began dusting body your body. Before going back to your room and sprinkling some of the perfumed powder on, you gave your cheeks a kiss from the rouge.

******

He should just go to the front door, he wanted to take you away from here. Away from all of this. At this moment, he could not. Especially, with what would take place tomorrow, he couldn’t.

Once in the garden and after he dusted himself off. Seeing a few pebbles, he grabbed those. He saw what he hoped, was the flickering light of a candle, this he had to risk. He threw a few of them at your window. You didn’t come to the window, but the candle didn’t snuff out. His heart threatened to burst from his chest. He threw a few more.

His heart squeezed as he saw you come to the window. Turning, he went to lean against the will, he exhaled. He had not realized he was holding his breath.

******

Silly pigeon, you mused as sat at your vanity braiding your hair. Birds appeared to love scratching at your window. Grabbing a ribbon you used it to keep the braid in place.

Hearing the scuffle at the window again, turning where you sat you were prepared to shoo a bird away. Confusion, washed over you. Were those pebbles?

Getting up, you went to the window. Enjolras, was there! Warmth and happiness immediately filled you. Turning, and sitting, you pulled then fastened on your boots. Eyeing the two dresses you laid out, you chose your deep blue one. With butterflies in your stomach you crept out to him.

******

Hearing the ruffling in the leaves, he knew you were there. Stepping forward, he remained under the huge willow.

“Enjolras!” You whispered.

He smiled, you pulled a soft sound from him as you practically knocked him over your enthusiasm. He wrapped his arms around you. “Mon doux ange.” He murmured into your hair.

You smiled up at him. “I am so glad you are here.”

Inwardly, all of him stilled seeing how even in the moonlight he could see how the powder laid on you. “Permettez-moi de contempler votre beauté.

You nodded. Pulling back a mask of unease covered your face. “Enjolras, tell me Gavroche is alright?” You turned around slowly before facing him again.

“My sweet girl knows that I know.” You and the dress did a fair job, but it still made him ill to know this happened to you.

You nodded again, looking away.

He closed the distance between the two of you. Easily, he pulled you against him. “Don’t look away from me.” He swallowed; in the moonlight he saw how your eyes flashed as you looked up at him. “I had not meant for my words or sentiment to sound so harsh.” He let his arms around you loosen. Just being around you again and he saw differences.

“Don’t.” He felt as you moved against him, you brought his arms tighter. “In your arms, is the only place I feel safe.”

He gingerly brought his finger tips up, just under the swelling. “But look” The finger you placed on his lips, stole his words.

“We were apart.”

Finally, he was the one who nodded.

You lips were soft when they met his. Hesitation, filled him as he only barely pressed his lips against yours.

******

Anguish filled you. You couldn’t explain all that swirled around inside of you. “Enjolras. I need your kisses.” A desperation that clawed at your heart.

“There is a bruise.” His thumb gently grazed where the swell started.

You would not let what they did make you flinch under your love’s touch. “Make me forget it.”

He kissed you, as his lips met yours once again his arms tightened. You clung onto him.

******

“These kisses will be my undoing love.” Enjolras told you later. How much later, he truly didn’t know. Clouds had passed over head, stars had continued to twinkle and the moon moved distinctly higher in the sky.

“Then we shall become undone together.” You whispered, your fingers fluttering in his curls.

“Yes, but only mere day after making you my heart I do not want to rut in you like an animal on the ground.”

“You won’t, this is our special escape our secret place.”

“Mais mon ange, mais mon amour, je pourrais affronter la bataille demain et te rendre veuf d'ici la fin des jours.”

“Alors, mon amour, ne me fais pas l'amour.”

Silently he eased you from his arms to the soft moss beside the two of you. His jacket was already folded and to the side of the tree. He brought his face close to yours, kissing you softly. “Are you sure angel?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

Kissing you again, he opened his vest. Only the did he allow one of his hands to smooth over the softness of your curves. In doing so, his arousal which blossomed while kissing you was growing stronger, making his heart thud harder in his chest. First, slowly he loosened the bow in front of your dress, so his access to your bosom was to his liking.

With his stomach, tightening he met your eyes above where your heart beat as hard as his own. “Love, remember that unlike the night before, your sweet sounds cannot be terribly loud. I do not wish for us to have to explain things.”

You nodded. “Yes, I will be careful.”

He hands caressed at you, loving how through the soft cotton of your dress he could feel the erect buds of your nipples. Your breathing shallower and a soft sound was pressed from your lips.

“Feel good?” He whispered.

You nodded. “Yes.” You managed to breath out.

Gently pulling the fabric down one of your breasts was freed, not hesitating any longer he placed kisses and licked at your nipple. Your fingers in his hair brought a tremble from him.

He could not be slow and languid tonight, he was sure you felt the same. As he licked and nipped at you, he brought up the skirts of your dress. Seeking a breath, seeing your soft legs in just their stockings and boots, his arousal pressed hotly against his trousers.

He glanced up and met your eyes, “You are magnificent. Please free yourself from under undergarment that causes a delicate barrier between us.” He softly requested.

Shifting, and lifting your hips, he bit down onto his bottom lip as once again your mound, your soft center was there for him. He eased himself upon you, so he could look into your eyes. Gently, he moved his hand from caressing your hip went and cupping you softly. He sighed doing so.

“Thank you, my love.” He whispered.

He felt as you gently rubbed against him.

“How do you feel there my love? I am a brute, I have not even asked if you are alright.”

A soft, shy peel of laughter came from you, that made his heart beat in a manner different then he was accustomed to but very much welcome.

“Mon amour, at the memory of you I have only felt achy flutters and a strong desire to feel you once again.” In the moonlight, even under the powder and false blush, he could see your cheeks darken further. “If I may be so bold?” Your eyes twinkled.

“Yes, love. I do love hearing these sweet words of your desire.” He replied kissing you, while he did he gave you a soft possessive squeeze.

It was muted because of the kiss, but he practically paused in kissing you to smile. He relished what he could pull from you. Eager, he slipped two fingers between your soft folds. They were greeted by soft warmth. You were more then ready with the wetness that had easily flowed from your need of him. He moved his fingers over you.

He delighted in watching as you writhed or hearing the small little moans came from you. Once again, he found the little bud between your soft folds, he could see and feel as you grew more excited under his touch. It was beautiful. It made him harder then before. He could not wait any longer.

Moving back, he placed his hands on his trousers. His hand trembled as he undid the buttons. Easing himself between your legs. Opening his trousers and inhaling he took himself out.

“Enjolras?” You whisper, raising yourself up onto your elbows.

He grew harder seeing you like this.

“Yes, angel.”

“May I feel you?”

His stomach tightened, he nodded. “You may.”

Sitting up, he gently took your hand to him. “Be very gentle.”

“I will.”

His breath shallowed further as your hand explored him. He brought his hand over yours, you smiled. “So very different. But I like it.” He gently drew you down to his balls.

“This love, is where the spark of life begins.” With his hand, he help you cup him.

A soft sound came from you that made his stomach tighten deliciously.

“They feel quite heavy and full.”

Gently, you squeezed. It sent sparks of pleasure through him. His excitement to spill in you grew inside of him.

Your eyes, heavy lidded met his. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you Enjolras.”

You laid back down, and it appeared as if you actually opened yourself further for him.

Leaning on his one hand, he drew closer you as he held himself in the other. Gently he, slipped himself between you petal soft folds. A soft moan came from both of you as anticipation fell over the two of you.

He bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan as he slid into you. You whimpered and writhed under him, it felt amazing but he had to be sure.

“Angel, you ok?” Once again you felt so right.

“Yes, feels so good.”

With one arm he held you close as he began to slide in and out of you, while with the other he braced himself against the soft ground under the two of you. He moaned as he felt you pulled him even closer.

“Yes. Yes.” He murmured. “My angel.” He panted.

Hearing you pant his name as you clung to him added to his excitement. “I’m here.”

Bringing your lips to his, your lips and tongues expressed and echoed your bodies. Breathes were shortened while your bodies followed the dance of their passion.

He could feel as your body tightening around him, making him break the kiss and practically growl with pleasure into your shoulder.

You clung harder to him, whimpering. “ am so close, Enjolras…Enjolras.” You panted and the you met his body and spasmed with your pleasure.

“Yes. Yes.” He panted and soon, he felt himself cumming hard and deep within you. It felt so good. Out of breath he met your eyes and your lips met then as you both kissed each other down from the passion that erupted between the two of you.

*******

The trunk of the willow was firm and gave him good support as he sat with his back against it. You were curled up to his side, you had dozed off for a small amount of time. He let you. It gave him time to think. It would probably be best if you stayed there. In case something did happen. He didn’t want those at the boarding house to hold you responsible.

Feeling you stir, he knew that soon he would have to leave. He glanced down at you, he gave you a soft smile.

“Hello sleepy angel.”

Your lashes fluttered as you met his eyes. “Hi.” You replied softly.

He smiled broader as you played with one of the buttons on his vest.

“You have to go soon, don’t you?”

“I do.”

*****

Your heart lurched painfully. His words were whispered in your head. That he may make you a widow tomorrow. You knew he was always prepared to die, but what could possibly be happening tomorrow.

You played with one of the buttons of his vest, nervousness blossomed in you. He gave you a bigger smile, it almost melted away your worries.

“What is happening tomorrow?” You finally felt brave enough to ask.

“General Lamarque has died.”

“What? He was a hero. My father had always referred to him as a good man.” You recalled moments where your father spoke of how he was a hero of France.

He nodded. “He had taken ill, it finally claimed him.” He swallowed.

“Oh.” You whispered.

“I have to say it again, your father was a smart man. I certainly believe him and I would have gotten along.”

You were certain, your father would have loved to have a man like Enjolras courting you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. You nodded. “I do believe the two of you would have.”

“Tomorrow is General Lamarque’s funeral.”

Concern, shot through you making you sit up. There would be so many Royal Guards. What could he and his comrades be up to.

“What are you and the others doing?” The words flew out of your mouth before you could stop them. Fear blossomed and formed knots in your stomach. You covered your mouth, you shot Enjolras a look before looking down at your lap, you brought your hands to rest there.

“I’m sorry. That’s not my place…I just..after today the Royal Army really scared me and…and I worry about you.” You glanced at him.

Moving from the tree, he was pulled you close. You felt as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“I know you’re worried.”

You nodded and looked at him, tears prickled your eyes.

“I will come back to you. Tomorrow night, I will be holding you here.” He whispered.

“You better.”

Shifting, you grabbed at your braided hair. Loosening the ribbon, you undid the bow. You made a tight bow on one of the eyelets of his vest.

“Now, you will have part of me with you.”

He gave you a half smile, his thumb grazed it gently. “Yes, you will be.”

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Updates.

I dropped off the face of the planet, I’m well aware and so I’m posting this now so it’s out of the way and taken care of.  The past 2 month so have been...well. It’s been something but meeting and hosting my beloved @iwriteficsandtragedies at my own home has made it all worthwhile. 

I paused Patreon because of the things that I had going on (thank you for the messages, I really did/do appreciate them) and I wasn’t in a good mindset. But I guess I’m back now and in that time, I’ve done some writing. I’ve also taken some of the feedback on board and now each update will include a banner so that you know it’s a fic and something to read as opposed to just my shit posting. 

When each is posted there, I’ll post the snippet and link here too as I know people tend to check here more than their email and it’ll allow everyone to see the goodness that will be coming!

So, what is coming to Patreon from August is as follows -

(and is in no particular order with pieces to be finished and probably loads more to be added as I think up more ideas)

Monday - Wednesday are Patreon exclusives and early access to series days.  Saturday - Sunday are Tumblr early access days. 

 ❤️ - relationship 👶🏻- baby daddy 💦- smut 🫂 - soulmate or AU 🥀 - angst ❄️ - winter 😢 - grief 🤰- pregnancy  ⚤- dark or cnc  🍆💼 - sex work   🍆 - one night stand    💶 - sugar baby  🔫 - violence

(please keep in mind that emojis on the series section may not apply to that chapter but do apply to the series itself. Each chapter will have it’s own warnings.)

You’re responsible for your own consumption, especially if proceeding to read a piece which has warnings not to your tastes.

If you would like to be tagged in any of these and are not currently on one of my tag lists, please show your interest right here.

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Antoine Griezmann. Clairefontaine.  💦

Antoine Griezmann. Give In To Me.  💦

Antoine Griezmann. Riding Shotgun. Kink Bingo. 💦 ⚤

Antoine Griezmann. Law Of Attraction. 💦

Anyone You Want.  Adjust Your Halo. 💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  Marry Me. 🥀

Anyone You Want.  That Kiss.  💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  The Illustrator.  👶🏻❤️

Benjamin Pavard. Starry Night.  ❄️❤️

Hector Bellerin Reunions.  ❄️❤️

Kasper Schmeichel  Sweets.    ❄️❤️

Kepa Arrizabalaga. Secrets.  ❄️❤️

Kylan Mbappe. Stars.  ❄️❤️

Leon Goretzka. Paying Attention. 💦❤️

Marco Rose.  I Don’t Want To Say Goodbye.  🥀

Mason Mount. Cam Girl. Pt 2. Kinktober. 💦🍆💼

Mats Hummels. Train Ride.  ❄️❤️

Paulo Dybala. Snowball Fights.  ❄️❤️

Roman Bürki. Neighbourhood Watch.    Pt 2.   💦

Roman Bürki. Summer Lovin’ 💦🍆

Roman Bürki. ABCs of... 💦❤️

Ruben Dias. Snowflakes.  ❄️❤️

Ruben Loftus Cheek. Sleigh Rides.  ❄️❤️

Ruben Loftus Cheek. Snowman.  ❄️❤️

Tyrone Mings. Wishes.  ❄️❤️

I will also be including the missing 12 Months of .... players too.

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Anyone You Want.  Partition.  💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  Full. 💦❤️

Anyone You Want. Freak Me, Baby.  💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  New Rules. 💦🥀

Anyone You Want.  Craving. 💦❤️

Anyone You Want.  The Realtor. 💦

Chris Evans. The Premier.  Request. ❤️👶🏻

Leon Goretzka. What’s The Champions League?  Request. 💦❤️

Leon Goretzka. Pay Up.  Request.    💦❤️

Rodrigo De Paul. Fake Madrid.  Request. 💦  

Ruben Dias Bragging Rights pt 2. Request. 💦❤️

please note the ones in this section are not coming to tumblr. 

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Gains you access to the updates above plus:

Antoine Griezmann Blank Space.  🍆💼 💦👶🏻❤️

Antoine Griezmann. A Kiss From Death.🫂💦❤️

Antoine Griezmann. For Your Entertainment. Mini series. 💦🥀

Antoine Griezmann. Tear You Apart.  🫂💦❤️🥀

Antoine Griezmann. Always. 💦❤️ 🥀

Anyone You Want So...Teach Me.💦

Anyone You Want. Just A Taste. Vampire mini series. Patreon Only Series.  💦🫂

Eric Dier.  Baby, Sugar. Patreon Only Series until completion. 💶💦❤️

Federico Bernardeschi. Behind Enemy Lines. Patreon Only Series. 🫂 🥀💦❤️🔫

Federico Bernardeschi. Here Without You.   🫂💦❤️

Mason Mount / OC / Ben Chilwell. Compersion.  💦❤️

Mason Mount. The Heart Never Lies.  💦❤️

Multi Players. Once Upon A Time. Disney tales AU. In the works... ❤️ 💦🫂

Oscar Mingueza Lost In Paradise.  Kink Bingo glory hole series. 💦🍆💼❤️

Oscar Mingueza. The Vow.🥀💦❤️

Roman Bürki. HEA. 💦👶🏻❤️

Roman Bürki. Remember Me.  🫂 🥀❤️

Ruben Dias  Speakeasy. (Unsure if Patreon Only Series) 💦❤️

To be decided who To Be Owned By You. 💦❤️

is there anything on here you’re looking forward to?

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1-4, 17, and 18 for the writer questions please? Also your new Weyoun/Half Changeling!Reader fic is amazing and I absolutely love it! Your self indulgent fic has given me something I didn’t even know I needed. When I read it last night I was so happy I did that excited puppy wiggle (the one where the tail wags the dog) crossed with cat zoomies. 💜

-Horta-in-charge

First off, omg thank you!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying it so far! I honestly thought I'd just be tossing it into the void, but when I saw the tags on your reblog, I legitimately teared up and took a screenshot (I do screenshot super sweet comments so I can look at them when I have the sads). I have seen all your reblogs and the kind comments you leave in the tags btw, so thank you!! They mean so much to me! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm honored to have given you the tail wags and the zoomies!!!

Right, onto your questions! (I put them below the read more, because I rambled a bit lol). If anyone as any more questions, these came from this list. Or if you have a question of your own, please feel free to ask! My ask box is always open!

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Well, I have 2 sort of comfort zone types of fics depending on my mood. The first is if I'm in a more energetic/upbeat mood - that tends to be smut. There's no rhyme or reason, I guess I just like thinking of characters in nsfw situations. The second is if I'm in a more introspective/calm moon - that tends to be writing about characters being the softest little muffins they can be. I'm talking soft sweaters, cuddles, forehead kisses, the whole works. There aren't like...typical plots that go along with my comfort zone, just general moods that I like to try and put people in (and the moods are literally just horny or soft lol).

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Oh, there are many! Right offhand, though, I'd love to try the "there was only one bed" trope. It just seems like such an intriguing way to get characters to either fuck or be vulnerable with each other (which fits my 2 fic comfort zone modes quite nicely, imho).

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

The things that come to mind aren't so much tropes as they are themes or elements, I guess. I absolutely WON'T write underage, certain kinks/fetishes (feet, scat, etc.). It's worth mentioning that I'll write CNC (consensual non-consent) and slightly dubious consent, but I absolutely will NOT write actual rape. There's a line with that sort of thing. Actual tropes, though? I'm genuinely drawing a blank.

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Many. MANY. SO FUCKING MANY. I just counted, and the total is currently 27 (give or take a few notes that I may have misplaced). As for sharing one of them, sure! Hell, y'know what? I'll share two. Nothing has been written on these yet, so they're literally just an idea at this stage. So first one: Shran and the reader are in combat, the reader gets injured, and when they get back to Enterprise Shran goes into protective/angry mode and accidentally confesses how he feels about her. The second one: Dukat and Damar are both vying for the reader's attention, there's heavy Cardassian style flirting, and one day they walk into the holosuites when she's training. Hence much posturing and many "Look at how strong I am" moments from both. I'm not saying who she chooses, because plot, but uh...yeah lol.

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

That depends on the type of story, really. If I know it's just going to be a mini drabble or a oneshot, then start to finish is usually the way I tend to lean. If it ends up being a multi-chapter story like "Terok Nor" was, then I'll start by writing a random scene from start to finish, realize that it would be more fun if there was a ton of detail, then realize that I wrote a scene from in the middle or near the end. So multi-chapter ones do tend to go out of order. For example, with "The Only One" I only have one chapter up currently, but I also have what is going to end up being an entire later chapter already written, because I started with that as a single scene before I had more ideas. There's going to be like a slow turnout for certain chapters because I still have to write them, but at some point, it'll be like a two chapters posted back to back, because I already have a whole fucking chapter pre-written lol.

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

Again, that really depends on the type of story. I don't typically tend to make outlines for oneshots or drabbles, because they're short enough that I can write them in a few short sittings. Therefore, I don't really need notes or outlines for them. For longer, multi-chapter things, I do try and write out a general outline of like plot points that I need to hit in each chapter. Those can totally change, obviously, depending on random ideas that strike my fancy, but they're just meant to keep me on track. Those are usually just sticky notes that I store in the backs of my fic notebooks (yes, I keep handwritten fic notebooks - no idea why, it's just fun to write things by hand, I guess).

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2020-20 facts tag

Tagged by @minilev tysm!! ❤️

Tagging @theashenphoenix, @starsandskies, @outranks, @teamhawkeye, @seedlingsinner, @softseeds, @spicevalleys if you haven't already because this one's been going round...

20 random FACTS about yourself that may surprise people:

1. Do you make your bed? Halfway-- I put the pillows back in place and fold down the cover so it looks sort of organized

2. What’s your favorite number? I am equally indifferent to any and all numbers

3. What’s your job? X-ray tech by training

4. If you could, would you go back to school? Art school yes

5. Can you parallel park? I _have_

6. A job you had which would surprise people? Late teenage summer job that involved seriously heavy lifting in an otherwise rowdy all male team... People thought I wouldn't last a day and it turned out to be the most fun job I ever had

7. Do you think aliens are real? Either scenario real/alone in the universe is equally mind boggling. If they're out there just show up already.

8. Can you drive a manual car? I took driving lessons a few years back in a manual. I haven't touched a car since so...

9. What’s your guilty pleasure? Hidden object games

10. Tattoos? None myself, the permanence absolutely terrifies me, though I really admire the craft (and secretly would love to learn). But also, completely tattooless bodies are my kink so ehh

11. Favorite color? Ocean greens and blues

12. Things people do that drive you crazy? When people moral police others' lives to cover up their own fears and shortcomings? Fuck right off.

13. Any Phobias? Large and I mean huge underwater objects I get goosebumps just writing that down

14. Favorite childhood sport? Ice skating, team sports in PE class

15. Do you talk to yourself? Not as much as I used to, come to think of it. Rarely nowadays.

16. What movie do you adore? Wolfgang Petersen's 1986 Das Boot! Stellar cast, and inspiring story of tenaciously surviving against all odds ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Also not related to Das Boot but I'm a sucker in general for any ensemble cast sci-fi.

17. Do you like doing puzzles? brain teasers sure

18. Favorite kind of music? ........... All kinds?

19. Tea or coffee? Coffee, black

20. The first thing you remember you wanted to be when you grew up? Ballerina and paleoartist