#I happily do anything asked of me and wish i could worship in all the ways

[jack-owo-valentine]

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[knavesflames]

hiii 🩷 i saw that you like raiden... i was wondering if we could have a fem!reader sucking her strap 🫣 maybe while wearing a collar & leash, and some praise from raiden?🩷 (she probably isn't good at it, but she tries!!)

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Hi 🍰 anon!! Sorry this took literally so fucking long :( I also forgot to include the leash and the collar D: either way, reader sucking strap… yummy

Word count: 1022

Contents: reader sucks The Strap, mentions of praying, devotion to a god, yeah

Nsft utc!

For someone who meditated in isolation for 500 years, her skills in bed are.. about what you’d expect. She’s clumsy, unsure, but all she ever seems to want to do is please you. On occasion, when you request something she’s unsure she can fulfill, she orders the Shogun instead. Even though the Shogun is different, more robotic, less emotional, only saying and doing what she is programmed to, Ei watches, memorising the way she had memorised the Mosou No Hitotachi all those years ago. Of course, you’d much rather Ei do it herself, but the fact she’s a powerful god, the slayer of orobashi, means nothing when she’s alone with you.

“I do not understand your request. You want to.. suck it?�� She asks softly, a tilt of her head causing her purple braid to sway gently with the movement. “I do,” you murmur, your finger gently tracing the vein on the strap she had so carefully crafted for you. Made from pure electro energy, it gave the perfect buzz when she needed it to, but only when she wanted it to. You loved it, and it gave you what you needed. Plus, the sounds you made when you were both alone in Tenshukaku sounded better than anything she had ever heard. “I think it would be fun. I think.. I don’t know. I want to try it.”

“I do not wish to hurt you, my petal. If you require the Shogun, you really must say—“ you cut her off with a firm shake of your head. You don’t want the Shogun. Quite frankly, you’re sick of the Shogun. You don’t want to look up, mid groan, only to see the puppet with its emotionless eyes. You want the woman you love, the god you worship so dearly. You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t gotten on your knees in other ways for her, kneeling at the shrine and praying for unholy things. You wonder if she hears your prayers (she does. She listens with her mouth slightly open and her breath quickening, and yet, she can never do anything about it). You assume she does not. You love her anyway.

“I see. You do not wish to engage with the Shogun any longer.”

“No. I do not worship a puppet, I worship the divine being stood in front of me. Do the thing.”

“What thing?” Again, she’s confused. You sigh. You wonder why she has to be so clueless for a god so old and smart.

“Make it vibrate. I want you to feel good.” Ei’s problem is that she can’t accept pleasure. At least, not from anyone but herself. Long mediation sessions that only include thinking about the faces you make every time she hits the right spot, or kisses the right place. Watching over you with the omnipresence she so happily flaunts as you touch yourself to the thought of her (and, on occasion, being tag teamed by her and the Shogun. You’ll never ask).

“Oh.” Speechless, is the god who is so feared and respected by the nation. The nation who seems to have no idea how shy and flustered she can truly get. “Right. If you wish, then I shall oblige. Anything for you.”

When she fastens the hand crafted strap onto herself, her own breath hitches at the slight sensation. Neither of you know exactly how to work this situation with the small vibrations, but the fact you can feel your heartbeat between your own legs and the way you notice you can’t take your eyes off of it, you know that it’s the only thing you’re thinking about, and damn the archons if you don’t get to. Tentatively, you let your tongue move across the surface of it. Her violet eyes pierce down at you— she doesn’t mean for it to be, but it’s slightly intimidating nonetheless (maybe that’s what you like). You see the softness that lies beneath anyway.

“I think you need to hold my head, it’s— it’s big, and I’ve never done this before.”

“Hold your head? Is that not violent? I will not injure you for pleasure.” She states, but when you gently explain that it’ll help, her hand slowly moves to your hair. Her fingers, smooth despite the centuries of fighting, weave through your hair before gripping a small handful. Looking at you with her eyebrows knitted, waiting for a sign of consent, she stands still. When you give that sign, a murmured “please”, she begins to help your mouth and throat adjust by pushing you down. She’s gentle, almost a little too gentle, but the second you make that tiny little sound, she gasps. Your own eyes flutter to hers, a silent look of consent.

She’s hesitant at first, her hand barely guiding you, but when she starts losing herself at the sight of your eyes (beginning to water with what can only be described as tears of pure, unadulterated devotion), she lets herself loose, gently testing the waters with a roll of her hips. At the pleased choking sound you make, she does it again, and again, until she builds a rhythm, her breath coming out in little pants and stifled groans. Her lip is bitten in any attempt to hide the fact she’s enjoying this more than she thought she would. When a small whimper finally breaks through, she lets her head tilt back. Ei has decided she can’t look at you any longer or she’ll probably cum at the sight of you with spit on your chin and wet eyelashes.

Ei is a sensitive being, believe it or not. Unfortunately, for her and her ego, she does, in fact orgasm at the sight of you, the vibrations secretly doing nothing for her. She lies, and tells you that the vibrations did the trick. You know, it's different. You say nothing. You wouldn’t dare disrespect your god and accuse her of deceit.

And of course, when she notices the fact you’re throbbing, her hands gently pry your thighs apart, her braid tickling your ankles as she brings you to an eternity of pleasure.

[darkbluekies]

hedwig valentine story pls pls ε(´｡•᎑•`)っ 💕

Sweet like a Dior lip balm<3

Female!yandere oc x yn

Summary: valentines with your rich girlfriend is always sweet

Warnings: none?

Valentine’s special

You’re awoken by Hedwig softly caressing your face. with a yawn, you open your eyes and meet her hazel ones that are staring at you. A wide smile spreads on her face as you notice her. She’s dressed in her light blue satin pajamas — that she insisted to match with your green one. 

“Sit up, I have something for you”, Hedwig smiles and helps you up into a sitting position. 

You think that she is awfully excited this early in the morning. Carefully, you glance at the clock on the bed side table. Seven am. 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t sleep”, she smiles. “I was way too excited.”

“For what?” you yawn. 

“‘For what’? My love, it’s, Valentine’s day!”

“Oh, right.”

You haven’t gotten anything for her, because when you tried to go out and buy something for her, she threw a fit because you wanted to go alone. That’s her own fault, you think. 

“I have the entire day planned!” Hedwig smiles widely, clapping her hands excitedly. “We’re going to have so much fun!”

She places two neatly wrapped gifts on your legs while watching with big eyes as you open them. She has given you a rolex watch and a lip balm from Dior. 

“Why this?” you ask and hold up the lip balm. 

Hedwig giggles and opens the balm, swiping it along your lips. 

“Because I’m going to kiss you a million times today”, she smiles and pecks your lips sweetly. “And this makes it very nice. It’s my favorite one and I think that you would like one too.”

“It’s nice”, you reply, feeling it on your lips. 

Hedwig smiles. Her eyes are filled with love to the point that you wonder if she’s going to cry. She looks like she’s filled with bigger emotions than her body can handle. 

A knock on the door makes Hedwig gasp. She runs over to the door and lets her private chef come in, holding a tray in his hands. He places it on the bed and you can only drool over the thick, fluffy pancakes and multiple side dishes. The chef leaves and Hedwig smiles at you, nodding at the plates. 

“It’s yours”, she smiles. “All yours.”

“For me?” you question, even if it was clear that she had made her chef create this just for you. “Thank you.”

She watches you as you try the pancakes, and smiles widely when you make sounds of satisfaction. 

“I haven’t gotten you anything”, you say sheepishly. “You never let me go out and get you something.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that!” Hedwig exclaims and sounds genuinely surprised that you thought of that. “I already have everything I need. Just seeing you happy is all that I could ever wish for.”

She sprints up from the bed and over to her wardrobe where you have gotten your own little corner. She picks out a newly ironed outfit you own. 

“Do you want to wear this?” she asks, although you know that you will wear that no matter what. “It will match my dress.”

You nod. Hedwig smiles happily and handbags the outfit on the chair in the corner of the room. You get to change into the clothes once you have eaten and she helps you fix yourself. She styles your hair, takes care of your face and gives you jewelry. Carefully, she swipes the Dior lip balm over your lips, cups your cheeks and kisses you. 

“I love you so much”, she whispers lovingly. “You are everything I could ever need. I’m so lucky.”

You smile slightly. You never know what to answer when she bombards you with love. You never feel like anything you respond is enough. 

Two hours after waking up, you’re out of the house, hand in hand with your girlfriend. She looks like a doll, with curled hair, pink satin dress and a white handbag. Sometimes, you feel inferior to her, even though she is the one worshiping you. 

“Where are we going?” you ask as Hedwig’s driver opens the car doors for the two of you. 

“It’s a secret”, she smiles. “But I promise that you’re going to like it!”

During the entire car ride, you listen to music that you like, on Hedwig’s demand. You start to wonder if she has confused Valentine's day with your birthday. 

The car stops outside a Cafe and your eyes widens as you see the sign over the door, and the kittens in the window.

“You're kidding”, you gasp. “A cat Cafe?”

Hedwig smiles widely and nods excitedly. Her chauffeur opens your door and lets the both of you out. Hedwig drags you over to the door and you’re welcomed by two kittens that want to say hi. You pet them as Hedwig talks to the waiter about your reservation. The little kitten licks your fingers and purrs loudly. 

“Come, sweetheart”, Hedwig says and pats your shoulder. “We’ll be shown to our table.”

You let go of the little cat and joins Hedwig. You notice how the cat follows you with happy eyes. Hedwig giggles at the sight. You get to sit down by a window in the corner of the room, away from the other guests. 

“Here’s the menu, I will be back in a little while”, the waiter smiles, gives you two folders and leaves. 

You start to look through the menu and feel how the little cat jumps up on your lap.

“It’s following me”, you chuckle. 

“Yeah …”, Hedwig smiles as her unreadable smile slowly, carefully, widens. 

“Aren’t you going to see what you want?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah …”

She looks down into the menu, skimming through. You decide to get yourself a vanilla milkshake and a piece of chocolate cake. Hedwig orders a soda with a strawberry shortcake. She stares at you while you pet the cat that has fallen asleep in your lap. 

“I can already tell that you will be a great parent”, she smiles. “When we have our kids we have to get a pet too.”

“A cat?” you ask. 

“Not necessarily. I would love a dog. A pomeranian perhaps … or a poodle.”

You take a sip of your milkshake, and of course Hedwig wants to taste. She wants to take a bite of your chocolate cake as well, and you start to wonder if she ordered different food from you to be able to taste more. 

“I can’t believe how lucky I am”, she says. “I don’t dare to think about what would have happened if we would have never met, if you’d never have transferred to my school. I can’t picture my life without you. We graduate this summer, and then we’re free … and we can do what we want. Isn’t that fantastic?”

“I think that I’m going to go to university”, you say. 

“Oh, really? You don’t have to study, you know that right? You won’t even have to work. We can live on my money.”

“But I would like to continue studying.”

Hedwig looks genuinely shocked that you want to continue your studies. 

“I want to contribute to society”, you say. “Somehow.”

“We will”, Hedwig says and smiles widely. “But we won’t have to suffer for it! I’m going to be a runway model and you can do whatever you want. Indulge in your hobbies!”

You decide to not fight against her and instead enjoy the cake you ordered. 

The day continues with you and Hedwig petting cats and enjoying the food. Hedwig moves over the table to sit beside you while you play with a little kitten. She hugs your arm, leaning her chin on your shoulder. 

The sun sets early this time of year, and Hedwig insists on taking a walk around the wealthy neighborhood she lives in. The houses are three times the size of yours and worth more than your entire family’s income put together. Despite being with Hedwig for months now, you can’t still feel comfortable — you feel like you’re trying to be someone you’re not. Although cold and dark, it was nice to walk alongside Hedwig. 

“I know that this is supposed to be a ‘hot girl’ walk … but I’m cold”, you shiver. 

Hedwig turns to you and takes your hands between hers, blowing warm air. She’s always loving in every action she does. You’re impressed that a girl as wealthy and spoiled as Hedwig isn’t unbearable. She has never been insufferable, although you have noticed that she can be out of touch, but she has never been entitled. 

“Are you feeling better?” she asks sweetly. 

“When can we go inside?” you question. 

“When we’re cold enough.” She smiles slightly. “Otherwise the hot chocolate won’t taste as good.”

“What have you planned?”

“I’ve planned for us to snuggle down on the couch in the living room, watch a movie and drink hot chocolate.”

You can’t help but enjoy the idea. 

“You’re going to fall asleep before the movie starts though”, you tease her. 

“I will not!” she protests, but you know that she believes that as well.

You’re not sure that she has ever been able to watch an entire movie with you. Her excuse is that she feels so safe and comfortable with you that she gets tired, and eventually falls asleep. 

When you return inside, her father’s staff has already fixed the living room with romantic lit candles and steaming chocolate for the two of you. You change into pajamas and climb under a heavy blanket on the big couch with Hedwig right beside you. 

“Tastes better when you’re cold, don’t it?” she smiles. “I learned it when we were skiing when I was a kid. Now, I can only drink hot chocolate when I’m cold.”

You nod. Hedwig smiles and kisses your lips to lick off the whipped cream and giggles. You smile. 

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Hedwig has dozed off on your shoulder, holding your hand in hers. 

[hunterwritings]

𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐞𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨

request: "Hello, I was wondering if you are ok with writing headcannons on what cuddling positions the Lin Kuei trio like with the reader? Thanks!" warnings: none notes: domestic lin kuei trio makes me FERAL

𝐁𝐢-𝐡𝐚𝐧

Bi-han is a man who cannot sleep without holding you.

His most preferred cuddle position is spooning. Most of the time he is the large spoon, he likes to feel like he's protecting you while you lay together. Anytime he's able to wrap his arms around your figure, he's happy.

He loves being able to hold his head in the crook of your neck and pull himself even closer to you. Every now and then pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulders.

Rarely he will let you be the big spoon for him; it would have to be a time when he is extremely stressed or has had a long day. He'll fall into bed after taking off his arm gauntlets and the top part of his uniform. Once you make it to your room, you're surprised by the Grandmaster lying in your bed, already asleep and hearing small snores come from his mouth. All you could do was laugh, getting ready for bed yourself. You sit down on the edge of the bed and crawl under the sheets, reaching your hands up and softly drawing circles over his bare back. You hear a deep inhale and exhale come from his nose, showing that he wasn't quite fully asleep yet. "Long day for you?" You quietly ask, snaking your arms around his bare abdomen, lying your palms flat on his chest. He hums in response, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Aw Grandmaster, you deserve your rest." You pressing your forehead into his back muscles. "I can rest now with you here." He says softly, gripping your hand tightly. You smile into his skin, pressing a soft kiss against his shoulder before the two of you drift off to sleep.

𝐊𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠

Kuai Liang doesn't have a specific preference for how you lay with each other, he's happy enough to be holding you.

One position he does like a lot is when he is embracing you. When the two of you are facing each other and you have your head against his chest while he holds you close in his arms. He wants you to be able to feel his heartbeat, to know that he's right here for whatever you need. You are a being to be worshipped by him and he is here to give you absolutely anything you desire. He loves being able to hold your head close into his chest and kiss the top of your hair as he whispers how much he loves you. Kuai Liang is definitely a romantic. "You have no idea how much this means to me, (Y/N). How much you mean to me." He whispers, running his hand up and down the crevices of your back as his other hand lies softly on top of your head. You smile into his chest before pulling back to look up into his eyes. "I just hope you know just how much I love you." He speaks softly, gazing into your eyes, moving his hand from the top of your head to the side of your face, moving his thumb across your cheek. You reached your hand up to hold over his as you pressed a kiss to the rough callouses of his hands. "I love you too Kuai Liang." You tell him before he leans forward and captures you in a deep kiss, one full of pure love and passion. Kuai Liang could stay in this moment forever if he had to, it would be his dying wish.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬

Tomas loves the idea of pleasing you. How ever you want to cuddle with him, he will happily oblige.

He also doesn't have a preference for what position the two of you lie in, his main goal is making sure you are comfortable.

He loves lying down with you in bed to watch a show/movie and holding you as you the two of you laugh at the scenes. One of the positions you find yourselves in most often is Tomas with his back against the headboard and you leaning against his chest, your arms snaked around his muscular waist.

A laugh will escape his lips as you two are watching, every now and then he'll lean down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

When he wants to sleep, he absolutely loves lying in between your legs with his head on your chest. Although Tomas is a big man, he knows how to hold himself over you comfortably without hurting you. He would give anything to lie with you for eternity, to feel your hands entangle in his hair as he feels the skin of your stomach against his cheek.

Once the movie you are watching ends, Tomas will shift from his position of sitting up and crawl down to you. "Getting tired Tomas?" You ask softly, half-awake. "Yes, I think it's time for bed." He yawns, plopping down his body between your legs and softly lying his head on your chest. You chuckle at his movement and reach your arms up to hold his head on your chest. "I love listening to your heartbeat." He whispers, looking up at you. "Aw, my sweet boy." You smile before he lifts himself onto his elbows to reach up and press a sweet kiss to your lips before returning his head back to your chest. Within minutes, you hear small snores coming from him, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

[goddamnitchuuya]

Chuuya with a really shy s/o shsggdgsgd

I feel like he’d treat them so gently and praise them saying it’s okay for them to let out their noises

This man has me weak in the knees 😩

EXACTLY and we're all weak in our knees for this man

contains: soft dom chuuya x f reader, fluffy smut, penetration, creampie, slight cum play, cunnilingus, basically headcanons.

minors dni.

Chuuya, whose ginger locks tickled your cheeks when he whispered sweet nothings into your ears while pratically worshipping your whole being.

Chuuya who secretly laughs knowing you don't dare whimper on how big he is.

Chuuya... he doesn't like it when you cover your face as he enters you. Whether it's your hands over your eyes, face deep in the pillow or hiding in his neck, accidentally biting down to stiffle your most embarrassing moans. He gently interlace his fingers with one of your hands to keep it in place, bringing your other to his lips to press a reassuring kiss. Tells you it's okay, he wants to see your lewdest expressions and hear you babbling on how good he's making you feel.

"So good for me, pretty girl." "Nah, move your fuckin' hands, let me see you." "So tight, that's it..." "D- damn... do you have any ideas of what you do to me?" his list goes on. As much as he likes claiming you as his over and over, Chuuya absolutely loves every single mark you leave on him, the occasional hickeys on his shoulders when you squirt on his cock, the long scratches on his shoulder blades and forearms when his tip hits a particular spot, the purple adorning his back because of how hard the heel of your feet digs into it. Don't even get shy over all of these, he'd happily show them off to everyone if they asked.

When you come, back arched beautifully to his body and tits brushing against his chest, his hands are quick to support you. Chuuya closes every gap left between your bodies. Extra points if you don't bury your face in his shoulder anymore.

Chuuya who stares for way too long at the clear white thick and sticky cum lining from your cunt to his still hard cock when he pulls out. It's only when you close your legs out of embarrassment he snaps back, smirking to himself as the fluids can still drip down from between your thighs and onto the sheets. It doesn't stop there, though. He's crawling back and lifting your thighs up around his waist, the underside of his dick glided between your folds and coating it further of your mixed fluids. His thumb caresses your lower lip ever so softly as he asks if you're okay, if you want more, he'd give you the whole world.

Chuuya, who's willing to spend the whole night on his knees, eatin' his baby out as if it were the last meal of his life, letting you push him in deeper for more, tug at his hair as freely as you wish, anything except muffling the cute sounds he's pulling out of you. He won't stop until he has pushed all the shyness out of you, leaving you finally begging and he'll indulge everything you want. He also gets off on your pleasure so don't worry about him.

Allowing you to slump against his chest in the bath while helping you wash away the mess between your thighs. Chuuya holds you like a delicate flower. Each feather light touch landing on your skin is enough to make you forget the soreness of your legs. But he's always been careful, carrying you to bed knowing full well how shy you could get again if he sees you barely have the strength to stand on your own.

Nakahara fucking Chuuya... he just loves you too much. How many times do you want him to remind you that?

#getyouachuuya

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

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𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬…

Warning! This Series Includes: Spoilers to Genshin Impact Lore & The Characters Might be OOC!

So. You had no idea where the heck you are (technically speaking), and you're talking to the Traveler and Venti. And Paimon. You've barely spent a day here, and things were already looking like they were becoming more and more like a source of lore material.

Which, you suppose, you kinda are. You just got a bombed dropped in your face about being Istaroth not even thirty minutes ago. And, the more you think about it, the more you wonder if your friends (you only have 3 others in your friend group—it was a reasonable assumption) are the rest of the Shining Shades of the Primordial One. You all probably were, if sagau fanfics taught you anything.

"Uh...Venti, who is this?" Paimon asks, her little floating-self hovering in mid-air. She had the classical hand to her chin as she thought, her head pushed forward as if to get a better look at you. "I don't think we ever met her before."

"Ah, allow me to introduce you to an old friend of mine!" Venti cheers, plastering on a smile. Damn, ain't this bard good at hiding his emotions. You wish you had that ability. "This is my friend, Y/N. They recently just arrived to Mondstadt, and they got curious about the Tree of Vanessa, so this humble bard just had to show the newcomer the legendary tree of where the fallen Lionfang Knight hero rests!"

The Traveler tilts their head at Venti, before looking over at you. You gulp, trying not to show how unnerved you were. You knew that the Traveler was pretty keen (in some things), so they no doubt picked up Venti's definition of "old friend."

How funny, because you probably know little to nothing about the bard next to you, smiling as bright as the sun as if the world needed extra brightness (like discord bright mode, honestly. It's giving you an eyesore staring at it).

"Oh, alright!" Paimon cheers, not even thinking about anything the bard just said. "So—where does your friend originate from?" She peers curiously at you, and you finally realize that Paimon must've caught on a similar definition to the Traveler. Except, you assume, the Traveler suspected you to be a god of some sort, while Paimon thinks you were a archon that was just visiting Mondstadt.

And it's only now you realized that you had no mora. And it's not like you tried to summon your Paimon Menu—Venti's fiasco of making you feel like an abnormal T-Rex got caught in the way before you could try it.

"I...uh..." You stutter out, coughing into your fist. God dang it, since when was it this hard to talk all of a sudden? You were doing so well before! "I originate...from Mondstadt, but I moved to Inazuma."

It was basically true. Enkanomiya was technically found in Inazuma near Watatsumi Island. And, according to Venti, if Istaroth was to be worshipped by the people of Mondstadt, you basically just moved nations so that you wouldn't go into slumber from the lack of such.

"Oh, that makes sense!" Paimon says, smiling with relief that you weren't an archon. The Traveler looks at you curiously, but you can tell there is some suspicion in their eyes. Clearly, they weren't buying your alibi just yet. "So, uh—is Venti giving you a tour around the place?"

"Yes," you immediately blurt out, which you kind of regret. "He uh—he saw me cluelessly looking around and—you know—uhm, kindly provided to be my tour guide around the Region of Mondstadt."

"Ehe, indeed I did!" Venti exclaims, puffing out his chest. Damn, was this guy good at bluffing. Share me your skills, You begged. You seriously need some acting lessons. "In fact, we were just about to be on our way to the Temple of A Thousand Winds!"

"Ooh, that's cool!" Paimon says happily. "If you'd like, we can show you the way there!" Venti gasps dramatically.

"Are you saying that I'd get us lost?" He pouts. "Come on, have some faith in this travelling bard!" Paimon and the Traveler give each other a quick look, clearly a little...doubtful, to say the least. Paimon turns around to face him.

"Yes," She says, crossing her arms with a deadpan. "Tone Deaf Bard, how exactly are we sure that you aren't getting Y/N lost? Wait a second—Paimon's got a better question! Did you had any alcohol?" You snort.

"Ehe, nope!" Venti smiles. "Surprising, isn't it? I didn't even have the time before I decided to help!"

"Yeah...Paimon doesn't believe you for some reason."

And that's how you managed to get the Traveler and Paimon to help you find the Temple of A Thousand Winds! Boy, you had no idea how the heck this happened, but at least you found it and the Traveler was here! (Assuming that Venti's theory is correct, and the Traveler has to have something to do with you being Istaroth somehow—)

"Holy cow...So this is what it looks like..." you mutter to yourself. You've only ever seen it as through a gaming computer, and even then, the images were still pixels. But this? This was a whole new level.

"Ehe, yep!" Venti cheers. "This is the Temple of A Thousand Winds for you!"

"Uhm, you mind if I take a look around?" You look at the others, waiting for a confirmation. Listen, Venti piqued your interests, and now you're curious to find the a broken statue of Istaroth or something around here.

"Sure, but be careful!" Paimon warns. "If you want, the Traveler and I can accompany you!"

"I have Venti." You point at the dude beside you. "Isn't he enough?"

"With how much Paimon knows of Tone-Deaf Bard, I doubt he'll help you." Paimon crosses her arms, a deadpan on her face. The Traveler chuckles, shaking their head in a fond way.

So, naturally, you all just stuck together, trying to find the one thing you came for—which Venti was trying to hint at which directions you need to go from the very beginning of the search, and of course—you catching absolutely none of them, for several hours.

"So uh, not to pry, Y/N, but what exactly are you looking for?" Paimon questions. Oh yeah—"not to pry" your backside. You sigh—there's no point in lying.

"I'm looking for a Statue of Istaroth," you explain. "I...I heard this place worshipped them and I got curious, so I wanted to see it for myself."

"Hm...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Istaroth from all the times we've been here." She looks over at the Traveler. "But sure, let us help!" Her eyes sparkle as she gets an idea. "Ooh, maybe there's some more hidden treasure around here! Come on, Traveler, let's go find the trea—uh, the Statue of Istaroth!"

You found it during the evening, but you could care less—your legs were dead tired just running around, avoiding monsters, avoiding whatever debris that was suddenly appearing, and standing around like a fish out of water. You need a break from this nuisance—you still weren't even sure yourself if you were indeed Istaroth!

"What kind of god is that?" Paimon wonders out loud. "Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven look like that before!"

"That," Venti starts with a smile. "Is the Statue of Istaroth, the God of Time."

His voice echoes somehow, and despite the not-so cold atmosphere, you feel shivers crawling down your spine. Were you really Istaroth?

"Huh....Hey, Traveler! Since it looks like it's similar to a Statue of Seven, maybe you can try resonating it!" Paimon gasps. "Just think—what if you get some extra cool powers from it?!" Her galactic eyes sparkle.

The Traveler complies with a smile, reaching out to touch the Statue of Istaroth. You watch with bated breath, unsure of how to react in the current situation you were practically thrown into.

A huge blast of anemo explodes, filling the entire debris around you shaking off old dust as the anemo swirls around all of you. Venti was practically the only one who was smiling, and for once, you can read him like an open book—he was reminiscing as the familiar anemo energy continues to swirl and explode.

When it finally settles, you feel something wave through your chest—as if a breeze has somehow find a tunnel in straight through your entire body, sending small shivers throughout.

"Huh...so it did nothing?" Paimon's disappointment was evident on her face, just as much as the confusion. "That's strange...Paimon's never seen a Statue of Seven act like that."

Just as Venti open his mouth to speak, a loud, booming voice, awfully similar to your own, echoes.

"𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦…𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬?"

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: IT'S DONE! I AM SO SORRY, THIS TOOK SO LONG! 😭💀 I APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF MY DEAD SELF.

I honestly have no idea where this series will lead to—I am practically writing this without a plot planned and that is not good :') However! Feel free to give me your ideas and/or thoughts about this series—perhaps I might even add them in 👀

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[monsterfuckerconfessions]

Thank you for letting me try again on this, I did, in fact, not save any of what I wrote.

TW: Mentions of religion, specifically christianity.

Everyone likes the Seraphim, but what about the Cherubim? Those guys can get 15 feet or taller! And if I calculated right, their cocks could be around 4 feet long if they have one. I imagine they don't have a gender or sex but can make whatever genitals appear on their body whenever they want. Cherubims are God's right hand entities. They sing for him at his throne and worship him constantly. They have many wings and many hands.

So imagine this. (Excuse any spelling errors)

You're in the woods just chilling and reading a book. You enjoy being away from people and just soaking in the calm cool of the forest.

Meanwhile, a Cherubim I'm deciding to call “The Entity” had been watching you for a while. It decided that you were its favourite human and it started to develop a crush on you. It would spend its very little free time watching you, admiring how adorable you are. But today was a day it decided it really wanted to go down and meet you. The Entity looked around, mass is in a few hours, surely it could make time for you.

You placed your book down, about to go find something else to entertain yourself when with a flash of light, The Entity appeared. But you weren't scared, something told you not to be. You looked up at it in awe, admiring its otherworldly large body and the plethora of wings and arms that cover the horrors known as its face.

With the simple movement of one of its arms, it scoops you up into its hand easily. You your body adapt the the lack of warmth its body produces.

“Hello…” You say nervously. It does a small wave in return with one of its different hands. The Entity wants to talk to you but its voice might corrupt your mind and make you go brain dead. With two of its other hands, it begins picking at your clothes, trying to remove them. It wants to see you in your full vulnerability since you've already seen it. You blush heavily but let it do whatever it wishes.

Unfortunately, it can't make it past your shirt. The Entity points at your body, attempting to ask you to remove your clothes and you strangely understand what it asks. You begin undressing, holding onto the hand that's holding you for support. It strokes your head gently with an index finger as you remove each article of clothing.

When you finally finish stripping down for it, it leans back against a large and sturdy tree and places you on its lap. You watch as four giant hands began moving you around and inspecting you. The fingers are very gentle and curious, they touch you gingerly, being sure not to force entry into any of your orifices. Your breathing quickens and your heart flutters. All you know is that you don’t really mind what will happen next.

New Earthly emotions ignited within The Entity. It’s a strange, sinful emotion that claws into its soul. An emotion that makes it want to take you to its own personal pocket dimension and please you for all of eternity. But instead it slips a pinky finger down in between your legs and begins stimulating you.

You let out a soft moan as the pleasure, feeling the giant finger stimulate your genitals. The pleasure builds up more and more, your lust just pouring out. Something about the experience was far from anything you’d feel when fucking someone or masturbating. It was like with each strike of pleasure your mind would corrupt a little bit more. The world started making less sense and every human concept was starting to become minuscule. You buck up your hips and began thrusting them in an attempt to intensify the grinding but it doesn’t work very well.

After a while you eventually cum, letting out a loud moan. The Entity loves your sounds and wants to hear them for the rest of eternity. It pulls away its hand and happily absorbs your fluids. It peers down at your lewd expression, your human pleasures slowly corrupting its mind. Its attention then moves towards the space between its legs. The Entity doesn’t have a sex but can morph whatever genitalia it wants anywhere it wants. After thinking through the almost infinite options of reproductive organs The Entity could choose, it decided on a penis. It’s something your feeble human mind can comprehend.

It’s dick emerged from between its legs. And oh wow is it a sight to behold. It’s about as long as you are tall, assuming you’re 5’5. It gently picks you once more, flipping you onto your stomach. The Entity them begins thoroughly inspecting your ass. It wanted to try and penetrate your with its dick but decided not to since it doesn’t want to break your fragile body.

“Y-You’re not to put that in m-me, are you?” You ask, still shaking from the mind scattering orgasm you just experienced. It doesn’t speak but you get the vibe that it’s not going to try to penetrate you so you just give a nod. After a few more moments of The Entity letting you recover it lifts you up with one hand and splits your legs open wide with the another. It admires you for a moment before putting you down on its dick.

It’s not trying to push into you somehow but rather just grinding your genitals together. You moan out loudly at the feeling of the giant dick grinding against all of your sensitive parts. You figured it would hurt at least a little bit but there’s no pain and the pleasure is slowly fading away. Everything just feels white, so raw and eternal that you just can’t process it. Have you been here for only a few minutes or years? You can’t remember.

It felt itself becoming more sinfully corrupt with lust and want every time it grinded your body against its dick. At this point The Entity was just using your body as a toy to stimulate it.

You don’t mind. The angelic skin rubbing against yours, it has no texture or shape to you anymore, you have no idea where you even are. Eventually after enough stimulation, The Entity releases. It’s cum is nothing like you’ve ever seen before and the affect on you is like drugs. The shimmery fluid hitting your skin and drenching your body is intoxicating. Its feathers ruffle at the feeling of climax but settles soon enough.

You smile up at your newfound lover, you’ve never understood something so well before. Everything you ever knew before just doesn’t make sense but the angelic being cradling you with two of its many hands is now connected to you. You’ve forgotten your name, all you know is that it loves you, and you love it back. You understand everything about it now, and it understands you.

Words from a language you don’t understand spill from your mouth. “Show me your face.”

It denies, it doesn’t want you to go blind, insane, or both. You nod and cuddle into its hands.

After an unrecognisable amount of time goes by, it sits you up and caresses your face very gently. It’s time to go, but you’ll definitely be seeing each other again. It lays you down on a soft patch of grass. You curl up on yourself as you watch it leave to a place you don’t understand yet.

Bonus: You gasp awake, was it all a dream? Suddenly the real world is starting to make sense again and everything you just experienced is becoming impossible to piece together. You try to grip onto it but it’s gone, but nothing feels right anymore…

Your mind has changed.

You get up, wobbly but able to walk. Eventually people find you. They say things that seem unreasonable.

“Are you okay?”

“Where are your clothes?”

“I’m calling the police.”

“Is that the person on those missing persons flyers?”

“Excuse me? Are you Y/N?”

After the police evaluate you and the hospital gets you cleaned and dressed, you’re interrogated.

“Y/N,” a police officer says. “You’ve been missing for three months…”

That night when you sleep, you thought you’d have a nightmare but instead, a familiar hand gingerly scooped you up.

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[stxrslut]

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[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: You…Like Me?

Parings: Loki/Reader

Description: "You like me…but I am Loki! The god of mischief! How could anyone like me?! It's not possible!"

Loki stops being a meanie when he find someone who likes him

(No gender mentioned!)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,665

p.s I wrote this after not writing anything for a few years... I love it, it's a cute little thing

Maybe it was your fault for loving mythology, that mixed with a little bit of stupidity… Either way, your love for mythology probably meant nothing to Loki, you had seen him on t.v, watched him be a complete menace to your world.  It might have deepened your love for him... You knew it was wrong, obviously it was wrong, he was the bad guy, but you kind of liked that, not in the 'I can fix him' sense, possibly, more in an incredibly interested in him way; in a way you wanted to know everything about him and how he thinks sort of way. But all of that put together with the god himself standing before you, demanding that you kneel before him, all you could say, without thinking it through, naturally was…

"Yes sir"

Perhaps deep in your sub-conscience you knew he'd want to hear that, or it was the first sign of your brain completely melting away.

Loki smirked at you, you thought he looked slightly disappointed too, though you couldn't be sure.

"Are you serious? He sighed, "Don't you know the history of whom you are kneeling to?"

You said nothing, part of you wanted to giggle at him, he was a little dramatic, but you didn't want to die today.

"Is this the extent of the knowledge in this realm?" His voice strong and loud, you weren't sure why he was talking as if he were talking to a crowd, he wasn't, it was just you and him, alone in your small café.

"I am Loki! God of mischief and tricks. King of the Jotun, Prince of Lies! Kneel and beg for your life, mortal!" He bellowed, stamping his sceptre.

In a bold move on your part, maybe stupid, obviously today wasn't the day of good choices, but you stood up, and looked Loki right in the eyes.

"I know who you are" 

Loki only seemed more angry at your words

"Then why do you know beg me? I said KNEEL!" He stamps his sceptre once more.

"Okay, calm down, I'll kneel" You say carefully. Slowly, you knelt onto the ground, not taking your eyes away from his.

He looked slightly surprised, probably at the lack of anger from you, maybe because you listened to him, Loki didn't have the best track record of people actually listening to him. 

"You so obediently listened to me, why is that?" Loki asked, his voice not so loud as before. 

"I'll happily worship you Loki" You say, feeling a little silly saying it out loud, but it was the truth. He didn't need to know about the stacks of Norse Mythology books in your room, though.

He looked so confused, probably a new feeling for the god, it made your heart flutter the way he faltered, he looked so unsure. 

"Why would you do that?" He asked.

"Because Loki" You say, slowly coming off from the floor as you speak

"I don't see you as directly evil, and if you wish for me to serve you, then I shall"  Poor Loki seemed even more confused by your sincerity, honestly you wished you could take a picture, you had confused a god. Not something you do every day.

"But...but...that's not how this works" He stutters "No one has actually willingly worshiped me before, I am the god of mischief, of trickery. I've pranked the gods of every realm! Are you okay!" He asks, looking maybe a little worried for your mental state. 

"I am okay thank you" You answered, maybe a little offended "I just like those whom aren't typically liked" You realised how crazy it sounded when you said it aloud, but that's the truth, the baddies, the wallflowers in every book, film or t.v show, they were your favourite. 

Loki blinked at you, the look of awe and shock plastered over his face.

"You...like me?" He asked. Smiling at him, you confidently say that, yes, you do like him. Loki was visibly shocked, he even dropped his sceptre, you thought to yourself that maybe he had never had anyone say that they liked him before, truthfully it broke your heart and only made you like him so much more. 

"You like me...but I am Loki! The god of mischief! How could anyone like me?! It's not possible!" He ranted, pacing around in front of you, he looked at you like you weren't real, maybe he had reached insanity.

"Loki, I know who you are, and I do like you" You said smiling at him, you wanted him to believe you so badly, if he thought this was a joke, he could easily kill you on the spot.  Loki grabs the chair closest to him and directly sat in front of you.

"I'm so confused right now, I don't even know how to talk to someone who actually likes me... I just don't understand" He looks at you warily,

"I'm...is this a trick? You're trying to trick me, aren't you?" He was almost growling now, you could see the anger in his eyes, slightly scared for your own life. But you tried to look as if you were calm right now. 

"I promise you, no tricks" Part of you wanted to reach forward and grab hold of one of his hands, hold him tight, prove to him, he isn't completely hated by everyone.  Loki sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, and looked back at you, another sigh leaves his lips, you couldn't tell if he believed you or not. 

"No tricks? So, you mean...you really do like me for who I am? Why? What's likable about me?" He asks, he was staring at you so intently, not even blinking. It made you feel a little stressed, but you had this, you've convinced people they're likable before, and it worked, granted they weren't all powerful gods, but you had this. 

"I guess it's because, you know who you are, and you know you're not typically good, and I like that, no falseness" You said, trying to sound completely sincere and not a tiny bit scared. You watched him sigh again, was it truly that hard to believe? It made your heart hurt, poor Loki, you wanted to hug him and protect him, but he probably wouldn't appreciate that. Loki looked utterly floored, he thought it was almost incomprehensible for someone to truly like him for himself.

"But...but...no one has ever said that to me...no one has ever liked who I am. I can't... I can't believe this" He stammered.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it" You admitted. When Loki stood up, you thought he was going to leave, but instead he walked to you, you stood from the chair worried slightly that this was it, the moment you die at the hands of the god you had taken such an interest in. But no, Loki reached forward and gave you a gentle hug. 

"I... I...thank you. I don't know...this.... I mean, to have someone actually like me..." He looked as if he still couldn't wrap his head around it. 

"It's okay Loki, I'm here for you, I'm Y/N by the way" You giggled slightly and lent into the hug a little bit more. 

"You cannot possibly understand. You've changed everything for me with that" He admits, hugging you tighter. You held him close too, not knowing when he last even was hugged. You felt so good making him feel like this, when you picked up your first mythology book many years ago, this definitely didn't come across your mind, but you were so happy it had. 

"Thank you" He whispers again into your shoulder.

"Oh Loki it's okay, I love you" You breathed gently, his hair against your face, muffling your voice slightly. You had not realised what you had said, because Loki pulled away, his hands on your shoulders and his eyes looking straight into yours. He looked shocked and confused. How he went from the scary god to this, you were baffled. 

"You...love me?" He was obviously stunned by what you had said, truthfully you were too, but you had meant it, just not quite meant for it to leave your lips. 

"Yes Loki, I do" Smiling up at him, love was definitely the right word, your favourite books were with him, and you loved watching his face plastered all over the news, despite the evil things he had done. 

"No...it can't be...I..." He was speechless, Loki, you had made the god speechless and from the look on his face, that obviously didn't happen often. 

"Would you like another hug?" You asked, blushing. What were you doing... this didn't feel real. The world was going on outside, and you were here, with Loki, and it didn't feel real, but you were so happy it was.  Loki nods at you, and gives you the first smile you had seen on his face. You both melted into the hug, holding onto one another.

"I can't believe how suddenly you have made me feel like this Y/N, but I wish for it to never end" He admits, his lips moving ever so slightly against your neck. 

"It doesn't have to end, Loki" You whisper back.

Loki pulls away from you again, but he still stands close, Loki smiles and reaches his hands up to hold your face.

"I am a trickster, I have spent my entire existence pranking the gods and the giants. In their eyes, I am a monster and a liar, and cruel" He admits "But with you, I'm not. I don't feel those things with you. I'm not a joke, or a deception. I'm a god...and I am loved" 

Loki then reaches forward and gently places a kiss on your lips. 

"Thank you Y/N" He says after pulling away.

"You're welcome Loki" You smile, reaching up to kiss him once more.

(I do not consent my works to be posted anywhere else, by anyone other than myself.)

[worldbuilding-tomfoolery]

Some barely-baked thoughts: I think the authors' comments (and potential emptiness of their books, though I haven't read them) is a symptom of an erosion of values and a sense of what's right in modern times

That sounds like a conservative talking point ew, but let me explain. By "erosion of values," I mean an erosion of the societal expectation for you to do a lot of introspection and why-gaming to determine what your values actually are. (Or maybe it's never been commonly expected, but I've heard a lot how repetitive work like certain farming tasks are great for putting you into a philosophical headspace. My hunch tells me layman philosophers were more common before every job became highly social.) Instead, there's this underlying attitude of "we've already worked out what's right and what you should want. Don't worry your pretty head about the whys, just follow these instructions and you'll be happy and successful." A lot of that is about signaling you're good and educated, by using the right words and adopting progressive talking points, but nobody teaches you how to actually truly hold these beliefs. As a result, people don't KNOW why the actual power of hate speech is limited. They can't handle any amount of nuance or moral complexity because nobody has time to work out the underlying values they want to achieve. All they know is the righteous-fury people around them are yelling that they need to speak this way and wear this flag and put this in their bio and consume this media or they could be seen as a Bad Person by other People. They don't get WHY what is good is truly good.

(Can't recognize when they're in the weeds with less important stuff either)

I really wish schools would put on entire classes just about playing the why game, doing street epistemology on each other, cultivating intellectual humility, and seeking what is true and compassionate above all. It's NOT profitable so fat chance under capitalism. But I think that would help so much.

Note to end on: Heaven and Hell do not dictate what's right. You have a conscience, a soul-deep cognitive dissonance that will scream out when you do something that is truly wrong, harmful, unfair. Doing right, ie making the world safer and lovelier for the beings around you, just IS right. I want to live such that, no matter what happens when I die, I'll be satisfied with how I lived. Any god worth worshiping will be on board with that, but I'll happily go to hell if that's where doing actual good gets me. I ONLY have these convictions because I routinely take my beliefs and ask why, why, why, until I can answer every question at the atoms-and-core-values level.

Go play the why game today. About anything. It's good for the soul :)

[omamervt]

I'm gonna be real, it's hard watching certain people grieve the election results.

There's a push among white women on tiktok to basically abstain from sex with men for the next four years. Which is their right and I support, gotta stay alive SOMEHOW right? But 53% of the people in that category voted for Trump. And I'm a white man who voted for Harris, I know individuals don't all represent their demographic and it could be these women are all in the 45%. But I've watched too many times where some of these same people would try and pass off embracing eugenics or other harmful pseudoscience as feminist, and criticism of their billionaire worship as misogynist. As with anything, I have to take a step back and ask why I don't see women of color engaging, as well.

Plus all the (again almost entirely white) women talking about breaking up with their Republican boyfriends across multiple socials yesterday. It took all my strength - and several self-reminders that it'd ruin my mentions worse than the In The House Like Carpet video I commented on a month ago - to not ask every single one of them what they planned to do if Kamala won? If the ideological gap was wide enough to make you incompatible, why wait until after the election to cut them off? Why date them in the first place? Why keep dating them once you knew what they were?

It all reeks of grandstanding. What was that one video circulating on here in my social circles a couple weeks ago? It was talking about how white women in particular are wiling to buy into a cruel system because they believe they'll be The Exception?

Anyway, it's hard to look at people like that, who aren't/aren't perceived as disabled, queer, a different race, or any other "deviant" thing that the state wishes would go away. And believe them when they say they've been moved to action by this.

I don't know. Maybe being told by my own mother she'd be okay with me catching a deadly virus and becoming permanently disabled by it if it meant I stopped acting like the world had changed a while back that makes it hard to look at her, very happily married to my republican father who went down the right-wing conspiracy rabbit hole back in 2006 and never looked back, and take her seriously when she expresses grief and fear at the prospect of a second Trump term.

[druidx]

Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 30

CW: None AO3 ; Chapters: 01. 10. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. 25. 26. 27. 28. 29. Tag list (ask for +/-): @aquadestinyswriting, @hannah-heartstrings, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @babyblueetbaemonster @mr-orion

Elo is dropped off at City Hall with boxes of sundries from her Mother's list and a promise to help Irvine decipher the victim's notes tomorrow. She drags herself from the car, body aching after the rest it's had in the ride over. She could happily go take a 5-hour nap in Johan's on-call room. But Duty, that impatient mistress, awaits, as it always does.

"Where have you been?" King Storri snaps at her as she enters the Magister's office. A glance at the clock shows her it is precisely 1300 hours, and she is technically not late. But he's in a mood, so she decides not to point this out. "I was getting our lunch," Elo says, holding up one of the smaller carrier bags. "I thought we were supposed to be going out to eat?" "Oh, we are," she says, smiling. "It's a nice day, and you want to see the sights that Toreguard has to offer, yes?" Suspicion is etched into his frown as the King considers her. "Yes," he says with caution. "Excellent. Then we're going to have a picnic in the Gardens of Galana. Unless Your Majesty has qualms about too many flowers or an aversion to sitting on the ground?" His grouchy suspicion morphs into confusion. "No." "Excellent," she chirps. Elo shifts her attention to the Acting Magister, sitting behind his desk, and asks with conjured innocence, "Thazar, would you and Johan like to join us?" The Magister looks up and blinks owlishly. "Hm? Oh, yes, of course. It'll be a delight, I'm sure." Elo considers how frazzled he sounds and thinks he's only peripherally aware she's entered his office, let alone asked them to lunch. She wonders if this has anything to do with King Storri's short temper, and worries about the negotiations. She paves over that thought and says brightly, "Perfect. Merri-love, will you have His Majesty's limo brought around to the front and shepherd everyone down? I left the groceries in the care of the front desk. I'll be along shortly, I'm just going to fetch Johan." "Not Brauma." King Storri interrupts. There's an odd note to his tone, halfway between command and query. And, oh, how can she put this delicately… "The Exchequer is not fond of… unofficial deviations, such as this. If you wish, I can ask–?" "Unnecessary," the King responds quickly. "I trust your judgement on this matter." Elo accepts this with a nod. "Merri, the car?" Meredith, bless her, is looking at Elo like she's sprouted wings. "Mm, aye, I can do that. After you tell me the name of Lorcian's pet rat." Elo is taken aback. "Huh–?" "I'm just checking you've not had a mindstorm." Ah. "It was called StringWhiskers, but we all called it Squeaks," Elo says with a wide smile. Meredith gives her a long look, heaves a sigh, and says, "On you go then." Elo gives an affable nod to the King and wanders out to fetch the Commander-in-Chief.

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"The Gardens of Galana," Elo narrates to His Majesty during the drive, "are a 340-acre park in the southwest corner of the city linked to the Church of the Green Goddess and associated with Her worship. "Prior to the Greydown Incident, the Church and its lands only occupied about 30 acres, but during the rebuilding, it was decided to dramatically increase the acreage for the benefit of the whole city, regardless of religious affiliation." The limo sweeps into the gravelled car park, and they climb out, the supplies being distributed for all – except Elo – to carry. As she leads the merry band, Elo continues, "Now the Gardens see approximately 5 million visitors annually, including pilgrims and visitors from outside Toreguard. To ensure the Gardens are free for all to enter, the Council pays a share of the maintenance costs. The remainder is taken up by the Church via classes, produce, plant sales and," Elo pauses, raises an eyebrow at the King, "donations from generous patrons." He grins. "After the Greydown Incident, the Gardens were one of the first public buildings to be completed. It has been designed to have full year-round coverage, which includes many themed areas, such as the Oriental arbour, scented plants for the blind, and a functioning orchard." "As it's spring, I thought we might take lunch in the wildflower meadow."

Elo steps to the side to allow him to take in the view and for the others to spread out beside them. From here, one can only just see the wisteria spire of the Church over the blooming heads of the fruit orchard. To one side, marching along in a line, fruit bushes mark the border between the orchard and the meadow. A swoop of deciduous, broad-leaf trees marks the other edge of the meadow, creating a semi-oval of ankle-high grasses already scattered with delicate blues, lacy whites, hardy oranges, and fluttering purples. Behind them, the small wood has been allowed to run wild. Its only accedence to civilization is a meandering path which eventually brings one out to the memorial rockery and from there to the Church and lawns. Elo finds herself taking a deep breath of the light, floral air and turns to grin at King Storri. She finds him with his lips pursed, weight shifted to his backfoot. "Your Majesty?" "There is… rather a lot… of Green."

Before Elo can say anything to assuage the fear in his voice, there is a squeal of childish laughter. His head snaps around, and they see several small children racing towards them from a set of picnic benches. "Auntie 'Lo! Catch me!" a little boy calls out, making a beeline for her. Elo's eyes widen, a vision of her near immediate future filled with blood, a crying child and a trip to hospital. The boy launches himself. Before she can move, CPPO Hembo has plucked the child out of the air. He stares at Hembo with wide eyes, and Elo thinks he might start bawling. "My apologies, little master," Hembo says to the child hanging by his armpits in Hembo's hands. "M'Lady Elowyn is not permitted to lift anything." King Storri steps forward, his burgeoning panic attack forgotten. "I, however, will gladly give you a piggyback ride back to the bench in her stead." The child blinks his gaze between the three of them. "It's alright, Ioan. These are my friends, Storri and Jakob." The child considers that for a moment. "Okay," he says, and there ensues a scramble as the child is positioned on King Storri's shoulders.

Johan and Thazar have already made their way to the picnic tables and are helping a petite woman fill out the already majestic spread with what Elo has brought. Ioan slithers off Storri's shoulders to run off and play. Elo clears her throat, and the woman turns around. "Your Majesty, King Storri Norgandsson, Regent of Iceland, it is my honour to introduce you to Oakrose of Toreguarde, Landscape Architect for the Gardens of Galana, and my Mother." Oakrose – for all that she is wearing skirt and pinafore – gives an elegant bow. "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty." King Storri inclines his head, lifting Oakrose's hand to his lips. "Truly, the honour is mine," he says as Oakrose's cheeks turn dusky. "I must compliment you on the fair delight you have brought to this world." His smile turns into a mischievous grin. "This garden is beautiful too." Oakrose lets out a peal of laughter and takes the King's hand. "Come, Your Majesty. Let me introduce you to my other children." "Please, call me Storri," he says. Elo gives a soft huff of laughter as they walk away and turns to oversee the laying out of food.

Eventually, the children are corralled, food eaten, and lunch turns into a lazy afternoon of games. The children have no care for titles and proprietary, as was Elo's intention, and they'll play with whom they please, how they please. King Storri finds his hair braided with all manner of wildflowers, Johan is an excellent chase partner, and Thazar seems to be teaching structural engineering with sticks and wooden blocks. At some point, Oakrose produces a ball and bat. And what a sight it is – these leaders of nations, tearing around an impromptu rounders pitch, digging in the foliage for a lost ball, getting grass stains on their suits. It becomes a wonderful afternoon of bonding, amiable chatter and raucous laughter, lifting their spirits into the cyan dome of the sky, warm as the spring sunshine. And Elo is so glad it's taken the edge off whatever issue caused the frayed edges and scowls she walked into. She is given one name, in quick, brushed-aside tones: Brauma. And really, sadly, it makes perfect sense. But no one else is dwelling on whatever strife he caused, so neither shall she.

King Storri flops down next to her after a particularly intense game of chase, all grins and chortles. Elo hands him her drink, sitting as she is in the shade of the wood and away from the main shenanigans. Together, they watch her Mother wrangling a child, and Elo notes the soft smile on his face. "Anyone would think you have a type," she says with a grin. "Oh, ho? How's that then?" he asks, gaze never wavering from her Mother. "Short, feisty brunettes. Fortunately, Aunt Selene only matches one of those traits," she says. "Should that I choose to hop on a boat to Europe, it could only be to gaze upon the Magister Selene and see if the rumours of her surety and grace are true." Elo snorts at that image. "No, but really," she says, adding a harder undercurrent to her light words, "Aunty Sel is out of bounds. She doesn't take fondly to suitors." The King turns with an inquisitive raised eyebrow. "Those unlucky few often find themselves taking a quick and unexpected bath in the nearest canal," Elo says. "And on one unfortunate occasion, it resulted in a semi-formal complaint when she nearly exploded The Plot Hook." Storri's eyebrows reach ever further heights. "Some idiot kept bothering her long after she'd told him where to go. So she handed him a martini glass layered with two chemical compounds and told him if he so much as twitched, then he'd blow himself up. Orock was rightfully fuming – something about his insurance premiums becoming astronomical. Aunt Sel nullified the compounds in the end." Elo cocks a grin. "I think quite a lot of people gained a new respect for their Magister after the bomb squad confirmed trace explosives had been found in the glass." "Not a woman to be trifled with." "None of them are," Elo says with no small amount of pride. Storri laughs. "I see where you get it from."

Storri fetches them another drink, and they fall into a comfortable silence. Elo lets her gaze wander as the fresh air washes over her, filled with birdsong, good-natured chatter, and the scent of sweet green things. She catches Johan slipping the children cake while Oakrose is looking the other way, grinning at the memories it stirs. Amidst the flowers, Merri is bouncing one of the youngest on her knee, singing a rhyme with Yoruk, and Elo thinks they look good with a babe between them. Elo breaths, feeling the rough bark at her back, the lush grass under her hands, the warm presence of the King at her side. She smiles, feeling the warmth of contentment and the soft joy of all being right with the world– –when suddenly it isn't. There's no vertiginous warning this time. The cold slices into her chest, warmth leaving her limbs as swiftly as if she has been sluiced with a bucket of cold water. She sits bolt upright, a hand against her chest, gasping with the suddenness. "Elowyn?" Storri is peering at her, a frown on his face. "My Lady, are you well?" "Fine," she gasps. Everything hurts as she claws at the tree, struggling to her feet. All her instincts say to flee – to lead whatever imminent danger this is away from her family. "You most definitely are not fine," King Storri says, rising with her. "Just need a moment," Elo says, her voice croaky with breathlessness as she backs into the foliage. "Lady Toreguarde, wait," he says, even as he's turning away to yell, "Gruksdottir! Attend me!" Elo stumbles away, the shade of the underbrush menacing, pressing her to run – senseless – as behind her, King Storri calls after.

[hekate1308]

Present Blessings, A Drowley Advent Calendar, December 4

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Crowley had long considered Sam Winchester to be one of the best lawyers he had ever met, so naturally, he had offered him a job as quickly as possible, and the temptation of a salary that would ensure he got rid of his student loans much faster than he had ever anticipated had made the young man agree to work for him, even though he had never made a secret of the fact that he didn’t think much of Crowley.

He had never held it against it – as a matter of fact, he thought more of him for it. There were leagues of people who were ready to pretend to worship him if it brought them any advantage whatsoever; Sam Winchester was a different breed altogether.

However, this also meant that, whenever he asked for an appointment, things were not going well, and today of all days, that was not something he wanted to hear.

Sam entered and glanced at Dean, visibly confused.

“Sam, this is Dean, my new PA.”

He could practically see the words Another one? And so fast? popping up over the young lawyer’s head but he knew better than to comment instead simply greeting Dean.

“Heya” he grinned at him as well (Crowley felt something that was almost – no it couldn’t be) and waved his – oh God, he had an actual clipboard in addition to the headset. “Glad to meet you.”

“Yes” Sam said distractedly, probably wondering why he looked so chipper. “It’s about Arthur Ketch” he then added.

Crowley sighed – he really should have known better than to work with him, but at the time it had seemed like a good deal. “What does he want?”

“Let’s just say, he’s threatening to sue – I think there’s nothing to this case, and everyone in the legal department agrees with me – but you should know about it.”

“Alright. Tell me. Dean –“

“Of course sir, I’m writing everything down” he chirped happily and Sam shot his newest hire (if you wanted to put it like that) another confused look, probably because he had called Crowley sir, which Sam refused to do.

“Good” he said smoothly, doing his best not to appear smug. Let that young will-o-the-whisp think being deliberately impolite to his boss was a power move; an actual angel thought it would be better to use the correct terms when addressing him.

“Yes – so –“

“I assume this is about our consulting contract?” It was the most logical option, but with someone like Ketch, he couldn’t just assume.

Sam nodded. Of course he was already carrying the file.

Crowley sighed. “Alright, let’s get on with it.”

And they went through it. To his surprise, his – well, Dean, turned out exactly the sort of PA he had so often wished for. Unobtrusive, made sure they had water and coffee (actually good coffee, maybe he had used whatever powers were at his disposal again), kept meticulous notes. Sam was clearly as surprised as he himself, since right up to the end of her meeting, he kept trailing off to stare at Dean like he had grown a second head.

After he had left, Dean declared, “He seems like a good man.”

“Exactly. So shouldn’t you… I don’t know, be guarding him, instead of trying to lecture hard-working –“

“Guarding?” Dean blinked at him. ”What do you mean?”

“Guardian angels?”

“Why should we be guarding anyone or anything? We’re warriors of God.”

And suddenly, Dean’s eyes looked much older than his… than his appearance, and Crowley became very aware that if he truly was an angel, or if he truly believed so at least, he must think that he was million of years old…

He wondered what that would be like. Actually having seen the world be created. Mesopotamia. The fall of the Roman Empire.

“This assignment doesn’t seem very warrior-like to me.”

He actually shuffled his feet. “Well, I was always part of the artillery. Till I get my wings, that is.”

So there was some form of hierarchy…

Not that he was treating this like any of it was true, because it couldn’t be. It would be utterly insane, just like his sadly attractive visitor.

But still – “Let me see the notes.”

Huh. Those were some bloody meticulous notes. “Where did you learn that?”

“Learn? I just wrote down what you two said.”

Seemed like being an angel brought some perks with it, not that it made Heaven any more appealing to Crowley. He’d always been destined for Hell, and made his peace with it a long time ago.

“Alright. So I assume there’s nothing I can say to make you reconsider?”

“Nope. I want my wings.”

It was interesting, this focus on wings. Undoubtedly, he’d make a psychologist very happy one day in the near future, when Crowley had him removed and seen to.

[princeblack]

Her fingers on his chest feel good, making his head light and his body warmer, looking down at her with softened green eyes as she touches him. He likes the way her hand moves, as if she owns him already, tracing his chest seductively. He’s never seen anyone so sexy before and it doesn’t feel real that she’s looking at him like this, biting down on her lower lip. Regulus tries to be nice to his clients, not treating them any differently from the other ones regardless of how unattractive he finds them. But this is different, because just her touch sends a rush of heat through him, overtaking his body with the strongest desire for anything he’s ever had. Even just her gaze does something to him, liking the way she had boldly stared at his cock as if she wanted him already. It turns him on in a way that feels like natural instinct, as if he was made to be drawn to her and love her. He hates that she’s getting married, because he can’t imagine taking his eyes off of her ever again. “My place is to be yours,” he answers her. And it’s true, isn’t it? He was hired to pleasure her, but even more than that he feels like it’s his calling– like he was made to do whatever this beautiful stranger asked. She doesn’t even know his real name yet, but with her pretty blue eyes, she’s already winning his heart.

“I’m not ‘trying’ to make you feel special, I’m admiring that you are… There’s a difference,” he answers. It is part of his job, sure, but he’s being completely honest in how he speaks about her. He’s never gotten an erection from a customer before, and his attraction to her is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. He’s had sex before, but it was casual, almost thoughtless. He can’t imagine anything being thoughtless with Salem– she has divine beauty, the kind that makes you remember life is worth living because at least you got to witness the sight of her. She belongs to someone else right now but he wishes he could change that, and the way she talks to him feels like an indication that maybe he can. “If she gets jealous again, you can take care of her like you did before..” he shrugs. “You seem like you have it handled. But you’re the sexiest bodyguard I’ve ever had and I’d hate for it to go unpaid, so maybe I want you to play with me,” he purrs, holding her eye contact. “Will you play with me, Salem?”

She seems to have doubts about if he can handle her, warning him about his generous offer. “You don’t believe in me?” he asks teasingly, with a fake pout. “I can handle anything you want to do to me… I’m not as fragile as I look.” He’s not scared easily, or at all, really. And besides, if she wanted him to worship her for the rest of his days, he would happily do so. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips as she continues on to tell him that she didn’t want him for only one time. “Then I’m yours for as many times as you wish, beautiful.” His voice softens again, flirting more than what’s recommended. After all, homewrecking wasn’t in the job description. It just so happens that he really wants to do it and can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel, having the most alluring girl he’s ever met in his arms as his own.

She asks if he’s all hers, because why else would he have an erection only for her? It’s fair that she wonders, because he wonders that himself. What did it mean, that this is the first woman he’s ever been so attracted to? Why didn’t he get frequent boners, like the other men? Perhaps his taste was better and his standards were extremely high, because Salem is the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on. She says the same thing about him, which makes his heart race a little. “All yours… and I want you to do dirty things to me.” He’s never wanted a customer to touch his cock before, but he’s already picturing what her pretty little hand would look like wrapped around his. It makes him salivate, imagining how good it would feel to be jerked off by her.

“I don’t make promises I don’t keep… I want to give you everything you want,” he answers softly, even softer than before because she seems to really want him. He has no idea how he got so lucky, but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, either. He desires her and he means it; he has a connection with his rescuer that he’s never felt before and all he’s done is look into her pretty eyes and hear her rich voice.

So when he’s dancing over her, his hands on the back of the couch, he gyrates against her like he means it, shivering a little as her fingers touch his bare chest again. He wishes her hands would wander more, because it’s the most intoxicating thing he’s ever felt. As if obeying his need, her fingers slowly move down until they’re just barely brushing against his cock, but they don’t move enough for his liking, so he grinds into her hand eagerly, a soft moan slipping from his lips. “No, he doesn’t deserve you, but I do. I-I’ll do anything, just touch me… I’m yours, Salem...” He utters her name like a prayer, moving his hips to grind his cock against her fingers, shifting into her so his body is brushing against hers as he sways back and forth.

flirting isn't new to salem, often times flirting is how she got the things she wanted just by flashing a charming smile and batting her eye lashes, even despite the fact she had never been truly interested in those she caught in her web. this was different and almost unexplainable because the tension in the air between them made it harder to breathe, her chest pounding in place of where her alleged heart was. often salem treated flirting like a game but with leo it all felt so serious and intense, she saw heaven in his eyes and it was a place she wanted to go and for once feel a way shes never felt before. she can tell his eyes are on her too, looking at her cleavage as if he had the right to do so. salem was never an insecure person when it came to the way she looked, some might say she was even a little cocky which to some people is a bit of a turn off but why deny what she is just to make others more comfortable with their lack of self worth? she liked the way she looked and even more so she liked the way leo was looking at her, sure it was his job to flirt but it wasn't his job to stare at her with such a look in his eyes that told her she could make him hers.

there's a soft chuckle leaving her at his teasing, right brow arching at his confidence as arms fold over her chest for a moment. "and what is your place exactly?" she teases back, curious to know what he might say but before that she giggles again but this time has to capture it by biting down on her lower lip and looking up at him for a moment. it's wrong really, she's here to celebrate the coming of marriage or whatever the fuck was the point of these parties which seemed a little ridiculous now that she thinks about it, it always seemed like an excuse to put your relationship to the test this way and honestly salem really had no interest in staying loyal to her precious fiancé, in fact she'd much rather see theo dead on the ground and as for the red haired beauty in front of her....she wouldn't mind seeing what was under that piece of fabric, having him spread out on her kuromi bedset and seeing what kind of faces he makes when she goes down on him. "are you trying to make me feel special pretty boy?" she purrs, hand coming up to trace her finger against his chest, he did say she could touch him after all...as eyes flicker down to the bulge in his pants for a moment. "careful leo, your not-so little girlfriend might get jealous of me playing with you." referring to crepy tammy she chuckles a little, stepping back so she can make eye contact with him again.

"you really shouldn't say stuff like that...how do I know you'd be able to handle 'anything I'd like?' hmm? when I get what I want I tend to be a little bit persistent to put it nicely. " truth be told she can already feel the obsession coming on, it's kind of disorienting, like taking a drug...he was dangerous which made her dangerous because she didn't like to share and she also didn't like the idea of this only being a one time thing. she's a bit scared of herself knowing if she gives into her urges she might not be able to let them go as easily, the desire to kill a woman he didn't even want was bad enough but what would she do with the rest of the people here who might look at him and decide they wanted him too? "who said I wanted you only one time? like I said you're too pretty not to be worshiped."

she smiles however when he confirms she's the only one he's ever been this attracted to, bluntly telling her that he's even hard inside his thongs just by looking at her. "so what you're saying is you're all mine?" she says teasingly. "because you just might be the most special boy I've ever laid eyes on."

no one has ever had this kind of effect on her, she's never been shy before or blushed at something someone said, the feeling is so strange on her cheeks because of how excited she was just from the thought of being alone with him. it's worse then he's whispering in her ear. "that's a shame, I think we could make really pretty videos together..." she teases back, humming softly with a smile. "and are you going to give me everything I want?" was this club flirting or was he serious? for a second she's actually not sure because what if she told him she wanted him? what would he do?

it's for that moment that she even forgets why she's here and that theo even exists until leo speaks up again, taking her hand which fits perfectly in hers as her fingers interlock with his and guiding her away from the rest of her party. she only glances back for a moment to check on her friends, making eye contact with pansy who is already looking back at her with a smirk as if she's very much aware of what's about to happen, silently cheering salem on. they walk through the crowd, lights almost blinding as shadows of bodies move and loud music makes it hard to hear the chatter, all to cover up what a shit hole the place probably really was. he takes her to one of the private rooms and closes the door behind them, it's a little quieter in here and she finally has him away from the rest of the world, just the way things should be because she hates sharing.

she sets her bag on the table before following to where he gestures her and she takes a seat on the big sofa before the taller figure is straddling over her. there's a moment she loses herself, every thought in her mind disappears as the smell of his cologne fills her space making her shiver a bit, his body is perfect, skin pale and not a flaw on it just a few pretty tattoos, he cages her in with his arms and starts to mvoe his body in a manner one could only begin to describe as pure art, making that heat between her legs feel all the more hot. it's certainly no wonder tammy wanted him so badly, which for a moment makes salem think about driving a knife through her skull but it's hard to focus on that for long because she can't pull her eyes away from the male in front of her, fingers brushing up against his chest exploring his beautiful body silently as if to drink it all in as his already hard cock brushes up against her bare stomach, it's just for a moment before he's telling her she can touch it and salem only smirks in response, lifting her face up and tilting her head back just enough that her face is just inches away from his. "darling, I don't give a shit about my fiancé...the only thing I deserve is figuring out how to make you mine." fingers glide down his skin until it's over the fabric of his tongue, coming down to brush against his tight bulge. "nobody else deserves this."

[loth-wolffe]

HI LOVE, THIS IS ME ASKING NICELY FOR 39 WITH WOLFFE...it can be fluff or angst or nsfw hehehehehehehehe whatever ill love it anyways,, thank you!!!

A confession of a something he's not sure he heard

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

Prompt: 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: uhhh, a lil (big) splash of smut so there's piv sex. minors stay bACk. also cockwarming hA. and one (1) sentence of dirty talking.

A/n: SO. ship requests drained me entirely and I was rip in peace so I decided to take a small break while I regain my strength. besides I saw s4ep5 for... reasons (*cough cough* wolffe) and wHO would've thought. that bitch got me into my wOLFFE feels. woah. commander how DARE you sir.

anyways, this is for you, anna my darling. hope you like it mwah.

He's been back for three rotations now, and even though it's like it always has been, you still feel like tiptoeing over eggshells.

Wolffe hasn't said it back yet, and it's not like you said it for him to confess it back to you, but with every hour that passes your heart broke at the thought of him not feeling the same, but at the same time, there's no sign of him not doing anything that isn't loving you.

He kisses you the same, with a fervour that makes your legs weak, touches linger more than you could expect as he worships your body, tongue leaves a wet trail as he goes down on you, relishing your skin as if he has never tasted it. And bites hard, nips gently, and sucks with a delirious eagerness every part of your body that he can find. He marks you, as if to claim something, maybe the unspoken feeling from his side of the wall you have tried to break down ever since meeting him, maybe he tries to hold on to the words you did spoke and he refuses for them to settle in his heart because there's the possibility of being scared of the unknown.

A step further into a commitment he might not be ready for just yet.

But that's not the case, though, you can feel it in your bones as you remember how it was him the one that asked if he could stay the night that first time you two enveloped in a warmth of sweat and ecstasy, and it was him the one that invited himself over every time he was around until your home eventually became his too.

It was him, the one that always took that step towards you.

Until now.

Uncertainty molds your body with every breath you take, and you want to say it again because there's there's the chance that he didn't hear you, the words always ready to leave as they wait in the back of your throat for you to push them out and into his arms.

But when is a good time, if it wasn't when you first admit them out loud? Is it as he comes home and kisses you breathless? Or could it be as he steps out of the shower?

Could you tell him when he's between you, with your legs on his shoulders as he acts on those same words and brings you to a quivering edge where all you know it's his name, a trance where all you can think is him, his mouth on you, and the feeling he brings; would it be appropriate then?

As you disregard the doubt that hammers your mind, you tell yourself it's better if you wait for when he's gone again and maybe then, –during one those calls where he's just a holo in your room, a blue image of him that you could break through with your hand if you reach out to touch him– then, you call him out on his lack of response, and if, when, you make a fool of yourself, you can always end the call before Wolffe sees the feelings he brings with his rejection.

It's a safe ground, when you're away from each other, to make silly confessions and admit your deepest secrets, a nonjudgmental space that can hold the embarrassment for you as it dissipates for the next time you look into his eyes.

Yet, it's in the afterglow of a goodbye he breaks the invisible emotional barrier that had settled between yourselves during the last few days.

It's him, again, the one that takes the step towards you.

Wolffe kisses you softly, tasting the sweat of your skin as the two bask in the blissful moments after you have reached your highs. The silence is cut by the occasional sounds of your mouths meeting, and it could've been minutes, it could've been hours of you just like this, feeling the other for what it might be the last time in months.

You sigh into his mouth when he settles better above you, feeling his length awakening once more inside you. He moves slowly, deliberate, and it's in times like these that you wish to know what he's thinking.

It's when his mouth finds your chest that he speaks, lips over your skin to muffle the words because there's no escape if you do hear them.

His voice is hoarse and his breath is warm as they not only hit the skin of your breast but also the muscle that beats for him.

"I love you."

You hear it as your fingers get lost in the dark curls, stopping the movement of your nails against the scalp, eyes snapping open and you find him looking straight at you and into your soul, trying to find something, anything, that lets him know he's not alone in this.

"What?" your voice is a thread, barely a whisper as you can hear the thump of your heart loud in your chest, he must've heard it too, as he kisses the surface of the place that holds it between your ribcages.

"Thought I was dreaming when you said it," he whispers as he makes a path of kisses from your sternum to your jaw, your breath gets caught in your throat and his lips ghost on yours, "but even if that's true, it doesn't change the fact that I do."

His mouth is hot against yours, and your walls flutter with him still inside, dragging a groan that you happily drink from his lips.

"Why did you wait to tell me?"

But you know why. For the same reason you them held back and ended up choking on the words.

"Why haven't you told me?" his words pierce through you like a knife, and you open your mouth to confess your excuse but it gets stuck before it rolls off your tongue.

You have.

Days ago, you did. In a rushed conversation where he told you he was coming home the next day, before he had to go, as darkness covered the sky and you looked up trying to find him in the vast ocean of planets and stars even though it was impossible for you to do so. You had told him right after he said goodbye, weakly, scared he might not return to you, but you had told him, in a whisper, in the safeness of your side of the line,

"I love you, be safe."

And it's until now that you're sure he heard, it took him a few seconds for the call to finally end.

"I did." Is all you say.

Wolffe smirks and leans down to suck the conjunction where your jaw meets your neck.

"Why not say it again?" He's teasing you, you know it, but it's the need of reassurance in his voice that stirs something in your stomach, a pang of guilt, perhaps, because you're taking too long, and maybe it's because you know how it feels that you don't want to drag it any longer.

"I love you."

He hums, kissing the corner of your mouth, and if it weren't for the smile on his own you would've believed his next words came from a different place.

"You're just saying that."

You shake your head, your refutation leaves in a little sound because you can't seem to think of anything else to say, not when he leaves open mouthed kisses in your skin, it is when his tongue meets the perky flesh of your nipple that you let out a breathy, "I'm not."

"Is it because I'm still balls deep inside you?"

You could cry, because he's making it hard for you when it should be the other way around; you should be the one showing no mercy because it was him the one who delayed his answer for three days instead of a second.

But you don't find it in you to tell him to stop, either. Always at his mercy.

And the way he says it, how he says it, sends a wave of arousal down to were you're intertwined, you feel him twitch inside you and only him can turn a soft moment like this, an admission such as the one you're letting on, into something lustful enough that drowns the affection that drips from his eyes.

"Wolffe, I–"

But whatever you were going to say is cut off by the thrust he gives, deep and slow and you can feel him whole, the remnants of his last orgasm lubricating the two of you and he pulls back all the way to the tip before he slips back in with a squelching sound, toes curling at the feeling of him moving again and he grunts in your ear.

You moan, not knowing what else to do as you hold him by his shoulders, nails digging on his skin as you feel your body rock with the intensity of each thrust, needing something to anchor you and keep you grounded while you try to keep up with a conversation that happens between your eyes.

"Say it." It's the need in his tone that makes you tell him with an urgency you hope that matches the one in his eyes.

"I love you."

He growls, low but powerful enough that it rumbles in his chest, and his teeth take your lobe as he pulls lightly from it. Another thrust of his hips makes you cry out.

"Again." Wolffe demands, and you realize that it's for him to not forget, to hold on to the words the best he can, and it's all because he doesn't want, he refuses, to spend another day with his own doubts.

He wants to make sure he heard them right this time.

And it's between cries and sighs and moans that you repeat it until it's only a breathy chant that falls from your lips as you reach that peek he knows how to push you towards in the most perfect way.

And it's not until he's back on that soft side that only shines in the aftertaste of it all that he says them again, as his lips caress the bruised skin once more and his hands massage the marks on your hips. It's in a light voice and with warmth clouding his eyes that he makes you know he feels just the same.

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[nocturnal-slut]

Nsfw alphabet of c!Techno?

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After a scene, Techno is a complete different person. During a scene Techno is completely rough (most of the time) but after the scene, Techno is making sure 100% that everything you need is met. This man will run you the perfect bath or if you're too tired for that, know that he is cleaning you up and then holding you while he tells you the story of Thesus for the 100th time. He will get anything for you after a scene, name it and he'll be right there with it

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of his are his hands, he just loves how nice they look around your throat, especially when they're covered in blood after a fight. Just seeing how his bloody hands are so mesmerizing around your throat

It's hard for Techno to pick a favourite body part of yours, its a tie between your shoulders and your hair. He likes your shoulders since he's able to bite down enough to draw enough blood that there isn't too much of an injury to you. He also likes your hair since its easy to pull when you're being a brat

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Being a pig hybrid and all, Techno has a huge breeding kink on certain days. Most of the time he prefers to see you swallow his cum but on other days, he goes for multiple rounds until his cum is dripping out of you

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's addicted to smelling you, knowing every little detail even. How you taste, how you smell, what makes you tic, he wants to know you better than you know yourself

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's kind of sex repulsed, however he does have a lot of knowledge under his belt. You're lucky to see how rabid Techno can become in the moment

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Techno likes to see your face while he's destroying you, doesn't mean doggy isn't out of the question however, easier to spank your ass when you do something without his permission

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Techno is always pretty serious. During aftercare he can become pretty goofy but during the actual scene, he's completely serious in the act. Degrading, praising, worshiping, everything he does is with complete seriousness. Sex is often very serious for him. It takes a lot of planning and conversation to do quite a bit of the stuff he likes to do. He wants to know everything you want; how you’re feeling at that moment; if anything has changed; if you’re in the correct emotional state. He has to make sure you enjoy yourself as much as he does.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Its a reasonable amount, just a couple pink curls

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Techno likes to be intimate with those he cares about and trusts, he is definitely very loving during the moment. Whether its a slow loving scene or a rougher scene, he will always have a hand on your waist, his lips on your neck marking every part of your skin showing his affection

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he's off on missions with Phil and you can't come, Techno will definitely jerk off to the thought of you or if you just aren't in the mood, he'll happily just jerk off

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Such a massive blood kink, this man craves the taste and smell of your blood. (And if you're afab, know very well that he will not hesitate to fuck you when you're on your period).

He also has a huge breeding kink although he refuses to admit it, he blames it on his piglin side, making him want to fill you up and watch you swell with his children although the idea of being a father actually scares him

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He prefers to do it somewhere in private, most of the time your shared bedroom (altho the training room isn't out of the question). Techno likes bending you over objects, usually a counter or desk and having his way with you. Though having you tied up is also great. He wants you at his mercy, completely dependant on him.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you get cocky he won't hesitate to just flip you over and completely ruin you until you're begging for him to stop because its you're so overstimulated and overwhelmed

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He is completely turned off at the thought of hurting you, cutting you for blood or hair pulling he can handle but anything harsher than that he doesn't trust himself with. As much as he'd wish to, he is terrified about what the voices would try to tell him if he went too far

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He much prefers giving you oral, he won't say no to a blowjob but he's much more into watching you squirm and squeeze your legs around him in pleasure

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Its a mix of the two depending on his mood. He loves to have his slow, romantic, sensual scenes especially before he goes on a mission or a war, makes him motivated to do well and come home. But for the most part, he prefers fast and rough scenes. Depending on the type of sex you’re having, he’ll grab/touch different parts of your body (more so than everything else, at least). When it’s slow sex, he’ll grab your hands, intertwining them with his own, kissing them, just being very soft. However, during rougher sex, he likes your shoulders and butt. Biting, kissing, licking, grabbing, kneading.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you are a mission with him, a quickie is a good way for you two to just get off but for the most part, Techno doesn't like them, he likes taking his time with you and he can't have that with quickies

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Techno is down to trying anything at least once, mention to him and he's down to try

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Techno will make sure you come a few times before he even thinks about coming himself. His minimum amount of rounds is 4 but he could definitely go for more if you're up for it

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's not a fan of toys, he finds no point in them. He will use rope to tie you up or blindefolds but that's pretty much it. He sees it as if he can do it, there's no point for a toy

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a complete tease, he likes restraining you so he can have his own way with you, gives him such an ego boost

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not very loud, maybe a grunt or two, he prefers to use his words. Praising and worshiping how well you look under him, degrading if you're not obeying him

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is embarrassed about a fantasy of his. Techno wears a crown, and as a kid he used to be referred to as a prince. Well now he likes to imagine he has a throne. He’s thought about you worshipping his cock with your mouth while he sits on his throne. He probably would never bring up this fantasy with you but if you ever mention something like that, he will be quick to agree.

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X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s more average in length down there but thick as all hell. There will be a burn as he stretches you but trust me, it will feel good~

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive pretty much matches your own, if you're horny just ask him and he will be on you. He has made his match yours so he'll always be ready when you are

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Techno already doesn't sleep a lot, when he does, he makes sure you're asleep way long before him, just wants to make sure you know you're safe and loved