#Once Upon a Time Happily Never After

[tosailuponthesea]

anyone who likes Galavant, Schmigadoon, The Princess Bride novel, and/or the Mamma Mia movies, or if you haven’t seen any of those but love musicals, camp, fairy tales, and pure joy, do yourself a favor and watch Érase una vez... pero ya no (Once Upon a Time… Happily Never After)

[saturnsfav3]

every single person in the whole fandom be like:

[wendyius666]

A list of movies/shows based on the 'Snow white' fairytale! Part 2

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Happily N'Ever After 2 (2009)

Sydney White (2007)

Enchanted (2007)

Edge of the Woods (2015)

Blancanieves (2012)

Descendants (2015)

Snow White with the Red Hair

The Huntsman: Winter's War

The K2

Faerie Tale Theatre

Once Upon a Time

[roranicuspond]

[shujubeelamoglia]

Sebastián Yatra

GQ Hype

Photography by Julian Burgeño

[kingdomchronicles]

NOW

Grasp now thy grand eternity

While open Door grants leave to thee

While woe provide thee garment bright

Before the Reaper brings the night

Give now thy all.. Why stay thy hand ?

Why waitest thou for Golden Land ?

Why sheath thy Sword in midst of war

While glory beckons at thy door ?

Now and only now thou hast

No quarter grant lamented past

No moments lost in Someday's mist

The Reaper's hand, hast thou not kissed

Act now then while strength be thine

While gods be kept in mortal shrine

While bonds of shadow build thy crown

Before the Reaper's gaze be found

- Jeffrey Hamilton Duncan

....... See kingdomforge.tumblr.com

[brckenbadass]

tags 3

[redcherrykook]

──𐙚 romance novel - biker!rich!JK x bookworm!reader request

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content: esth. relationship, book shopping date, fluff, bike rides with Jk, smut freaky ngl (she reads a smut scene, he recreates it for her meanwhile), fingering, tits play, clit play, kinda cum play, slight begging, praise

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"Ooh look at this one bunny!"

jungkook giggles, patting your flowy hair onces again, his arm moves to wrap around your shoulders

He had heard this sentence about a thousand times now, never getting tired of it

"Hmm.. interesting"

How could he? Seeing your eyes glimmer and light up upon viewing the pretty covers, the little hums and gasps you let out, flipping the book around to read the synopsis

"I think this is the last one" your fingers tap the cover, putting it inside the full basket your boyfriend is carrying with his other arm

He smiles, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, "sure? We have time sweetheart, take it" nodding his chin up to gesture to the fantasy asile,

For the past two weeks, all he's seen you read is fantasy

Wheather it be acotar or the cruel prince series, the countless stories of fae, dragons and heir's float around on the pages, register in your brain and flow out as retelings for Jungkook to listen to

He'd be listening to twenty minute voice messages of your charged rambles, finding it absolutely adorable how worked up you get over fictional storylines

Ever since passing your bar exam, he had promised to take you book shopping, promised to buy you whatever books you wanted

"But- there's already so much in here, its so expensive kook" you pout, squeezing his arm while roaming over the fantasy section with your eyes,

"I can pay for it baby. You know money is the least of my worry, come on, i want to treat my smart girl" his sweet but stern tone of voice is enough to make you fold, kissing his cheek and happily walking towards the huge shelves,

"Cute" he mutters under his breath, following closely behind you

A few special editions of pre owened books and a whole new series in addition later, the total came out to what would be a month's rent for you, and a little nick for your boyfriends bank account

"Give me that sweetheart, I'll store it" his gloved hands wrap around the heavy, large totebags, two of them filled to the brink

Knowing that was gonna be the outcome, his attached storage comparted was handy, presecured on the black harley davidson.

"All done" he says, locking it after managing to stuff the bags inside

You give him a thumbs up, already having pulled your pink- hello kitty themed helmet over your head, comically contrasting the rest of your outfit

He had gotten you that helmet as well, back when he first acquired his license and could start taking you with him on his rides

"My place?" his head turns a bit over his shoulder, revving the engine

You nod, arms sneaking around his firm torso and locking your hands tightly

He takes off, driving the way back to his nice suburban apartment, the wind speeding with your sides, blowing a refreshing breeze

"Whatcha reading honeybun?" After watching you read the past 45 minutes, your boyfriend spent his gaming and making popcon, peacefully watching you doze off into a world he wasn't a part of

he can't take it anymore, the smell of your sweet floral scent clouding his room, the little groans you let out will flipping through the pages, it's too much to soley bear witness to

So he teases you, nudging your side with his elbow

You giggle in return, squeezing his round cheeks while he keeps munching on the snack set on the bedside table

"Fantasy, bunny. Just about some fae wars again" you reply in a low hum, scanning over the words on the paper

With a dramatic sigh, his head rests on your lap to catch your attention, his pretty, dark brown locks falling over to the side, framing the sharp contures of his jaw beautifully

You take a second to stroke his face, appreciating the eyebrow piercing he had gotten recently, as well as the small metal ring on his bottom lip. Your favorite feature, his brown doe eyes, contently shutting

His sweet bunny smile slowly spreads on the honey toned face of his,

"Attention please, i need your attention baby" he says, turning his head sideways to kiss the inside of your hand

"Hmm.. but it's so interesting right now kook. Five minutes okay?" the butterflies in your stomach roar at his actions, however, the intense rivalry in the book is enough to keep your eyes locked back on the words

Suddendly, a tatted hand rips away the book, written ink disappearing from your eyesight and into your boyfriends golden hands

"more interesting than me huh? Let's see what my little princess reads about"

he's sat upright now, scanning over the page you last left off, nodding, seemingly satisfied before flipping through the pages

Your eyes widen at that, well aware of the dirty secret this innocent fantasy book witholds,

Explicit scenes are thickly spread between the plot of what looks to be a regular story

Panicking, you climb into his lap, reaching to take the book off him when you notice his smirk softly spreading, clearly having stumbled on something he shouldn't have seen

His arm extends upward, making sure you won't be able to get the book off of him,

With a almost predatory gaze, his cocky smile also looks down to you, licking over the corner of his lip, grazing the small metal decoration

"That's what's keeping my girl from spending time with me hm?"

he chuckles lowly, stroking over your thighs with his free hand

"Kook stoppp!" you whine, still propped up on your knees and on his lap, both arms up and fumbling to get the book back down,

Your cheeks have been covered in a pink hue and with the way your chest bounces at your desperate attempts, jungkook simply can't help it

He pushes you down on his bed, taking your wrists with one of his hands and pinning them together above your head

The atmosphere shifts, clearly asserting the dominance to him as he hovers over you like you're his prey, completely helpless at his mercy

You let out a soft moan when his eyes find your again,

"Listen to me sweetheart. We're gonna spend some time together now. Since you so badly wanna read, read it out for me. Tell me what you dream 'bout yea?"

Your eyes widen and for a split second, he sees the look on your face turn from excitment to worry,

Immediately he lets go of your wrists, wrapping both his arms around your figure, his lips ghosting over the skin of your neck

" m'sorry baby, I didn't sound so nice there did i? You can always say no. I'm not judging you sweetheart, i promise" sweetly, the air shifts again into something more comfortable, soft pads of your fingers colliding with the strands of his hair,

"Thank you kook.. i think it would be fun.." you admit, the need in your voice becoming almost too much to withstand, he lets you know how much he wants you by sucking on the skin of your neck, kissing his way back up to your jaw

Once satisfied, he reaches for the almost abandoned book, handing it to you with a kiss to your forhead

"Go on sweetheart"

You swallow, quietly reading the first lines aloud to him,

"he pushes the thin fabric of her flimsy top upwards to reveal her swollen chest, caged in his favorite colored bra. Mercilessly, they get groped at by his eager hands, hungry for a taste of her skin on his"

Jungkook's hands move exactly like you had told him to, pushing your comfortable sweater upwards and groping the soft swell of your breast in his large plams, groaning softly when he brushes over your nipples,

Relishing the touch of your skin, he can't help but nudge the bra down a bit, getting a better feel of you

He loves watching your face twist slightly in pleasure, he loves hearing your breathy little whimpers

"keep going baby, you feel so good" he encourages, drawing meaningless patterns on your stomach and it sends waves of pleasure straight to your core

You take a small breath, trying your best to focus on the instructions in front of you

"..without waiting another second, his hands tug down her bottoms, leaving her in just her panties. Effortlessly, he brushes against her clit, rubbing the fabric to it before pulling the thong to the side to admire the wetness he created"

your moans increasingly become louder, feeling the pad of his thumb press small cricles into your covered clit before pushing to fingers under the string, letting the cold air hit your pussy

Jungkook takes a second to lick his lips and sigh, enamored with the sight of your glistening cunt, the bulge in his pants is starting to strain painfully

"He keeps his eyes on hers, monotering the way they roll back when he slides two digits into her hole, twisting them so his thumb still presses into the needy bud, begging for stimulation"

That's it, that's what makes you shudder, letting the book fall off to the side, your knees buckling and hands gripping at Jungkook's firm shoulders

He smiles, brushing his lips over yours,

His long digits feel so good inside you, he doesn't move them yet, only moving his thumb softly, rubbing it up and down on your clit,

"That good?" he asks, licking over your bottom lip slowly

A whine of approval leaves your lips as you crash them on his, engulfing him in a deep, passionate kiss that makes him moan into it

The attempt at making him start pleasuring you doesn't work, still only letting them sit inside your warmth,

"You know what i want sweetheart" he mutters, slolwy sliding his tongue inside your mouth before withdrawing, met with your little whimpers once more

"come on, be a good girl, beg for me baby"

"Please kook" you whine, one hand now sliding down from his shoulder to his thigh, turning your fingers inward on the muscle,

He hums, directing his kisses back to your neck, licking over the skin delicately

"You can do better pretty, i know you can"

Another frustrated whine leaves your lips,

"Please kook, please fuck me with your fingers, please bunny make me cream on them. Please, i need it"

"Good girl, so good for me" he praises, giving you no room to breath or build up- almost brutally fast in the way he fucks his fingers into you, sucking on the softness of your neck

His thumb hits your clit with every push, harder, faster, each time

You're whimpering, moaning messily and trying to hold on to every little thing you can grasp with sweaty, trembling hands

He meets your moans, groaning, finding your lips and kissing you with such need and intensity, you want him, want him even while having him

"kook gonna cum" you whimper into his mouth, clenching around the slender fingers that create quelching noises when fucking into your cunt, the friction of his thumb making it impossible to hold on any longer

"That's so good baby, my sweet girl, come for me" his kisses focus on the side of your jaw, tongue darting out while slowing down the pace, he had felt you shake and release on him, that deep moan you let out being enough to know you came undone

You're panting, weakly laying slumped forward against him. Ecstacy rushing rough your body, his fingers still burried deep, while his other hand accompanies the sweet kisses on your head, threaded through your silky strands

"Awh... so cute, look at that" the sound of his deep and affectionate words catch you off guard, looking down to where his eyes are focused on

He draws his fingers out, taking a string of your arousal with him before directing them back to your sensitivity

Your grip on his tightens once more , whining out the sound of his name

"Mhh.. i know, i know sweetheart" he coos, his fingers working to spread your cum all over your folds and rubbing it into your clit,

With a quick kiss to your lips, he tells you to open

"Here.. good girl" he mumbles, watching your eyes fall and your lips wrap around his fingers, pushed into the warmth of your mouth

You moan when tasting your own arousal on him, tongue twirling between his fingers to lapp up every drop

He takes them out when he's satisfied, tangling his hands into your hair

"Wanna take a bath pretty?" you nod, giggling when he starts placing little kisses all over your face, wrapping his arms around you as he hoists you up, getting ready to run you a well deserved bath

"Thank you kook" you tell him, cupping his face into your hands, he squeezes the flesh of your bare ass in return, kissing the tip of your nose with a small laugh

"I promised to make your dreams come true. Unfortunately i don't have a Dragon. Not yet at least, if you wanna fuck one, you know where to look for something in that size"

You kick his butt with your heel, rolling your eyes at his middle school joke,

"You're ridiculous", he sets you down on the bathroom counter, running the water and filling it with bubble solution,

"You love me" he says, taking his shirt off,

Biting your lip softly, you reach for his defined figure,

"I do. I love you"

his hands with your waist under the sweater, pulling you closer into him,

"I love you too sweetheart"

[junosmindpalace]

you don’t like to kiss satoru when he wears his blindfold.

you understand why he wears it, and you don’t have any problem with it besides how distanced you feel from him when he tries to be intimate with it on. so while you never ask him to take off his blindfold, you simply refuse to engage him when he wears it. 

guilt eats at you for even feeling this way in the first place—after all, satoru’s health came before your own menial, selfish wants. still, you couldn’t help the uneasiness that came as a result of trying to be affectionate with him while half his face was completely blocked off from you. 

and satoru doesn’t like this. he’s not immensely clingy, or at least not often enough to call him clingy, but he does like to have you near him, tuck you into his side and steal a slow kiss or two from you on occasion. especially when he’s feeling stressed or annoyed does he seek out your soothing touch, which tended to be pretty often from how demanding the higher ups are of him. 

you’ll still lend a listening ear, lean in real close and scan his face as if trying to see those bright blue eyes of his through the dark mask he often wears, perhaps even wrap your arms around him and card your fingers through his hair held up by the fabric around his head. and most of the time simply being near you, touching you in one way or another is enough to soothe his aching muscles and tense mind. but when he leans in to press his lips against yours and you dodge, he immediately realizes that it’s not enough.

“you’re mean.” he pouts, and though you can’t see his eyebrows crease in distress, you can certainly imagine it, and you laugh.

“when we’re at home.” you reassure him, rubbing your hands up and down his arms. 

he speculated for some time that you rejected him because of the setting, that it was unprofessional or perhaps embarrassing. but you had no problem angling his head toward you and stealing a kiss from his lips on the rare occasion he decided to wear his glasses to work, and so he eventually managed to piece together that the blindfold was the problem.

satoru’s frown only deepens, because he wants a kiss from you now. why should he have to wait to kiss his own partner? 

“just a small one. a quick one.” he tries to bargain, holding your elbows, but you only shake your head with an amused smile. 

“later.” you promise, and before he can press further, your students start to approach and your attentions are required elsewhere.

you uphold your promise, cupping his face and kissing him with so much love behind closed doors, as if you were anticipating the moment as much as he was—when his blindfold is off. but he’s still troubled by the fact that you refuse to kiss him with it on. it’s a part of him. do you think he’s ugly with it on? that’s got to be it.

he continues to whine and chase after your lips when the two of you are at work, but you only chuckle and angle his face away, and eventually it really strikes a nerve with him, frustrated over not knowing why you were so adamant on avoiding his kiss when he wore his blindfold. you haven’t tried to initiate, or even reciprocate his advances, even once! 

he brings up this concern one day when you two are at home, when your bodies are messily intertwined on the living room couch, satoru’s chin propped up on your chest and your hand cupping his face as you cuddled and giggled about whatever sort of conversation you were making that night. in the security of your shared home, and in your comforting embrace, does satoru allow himself to wind down, letting his cursed energy seep out, and using it as an incentive to relax a slight bit. 

you say something and he laughs, and upon seeing his smile and endearing eyes crinkle happily, you lean in to close the space between your lips.

he immediately reciprocates the kiss, the hold he has around your waist tightening. but then he remembers being in a similar scenario hours prior, and you refusing to meet his lips then. he pulls away gently as the dejection bubbles up in his stomach again, and his smile slightly drops.

“why don’t you kiss me when i wear my blindfold?”

the question, coupled with the blunt and slightly miserable tone satoru asks it with, catches you off guard, and his knit brows makes your breath hitch.

this was the thing about satoru without his blindfold. every piece of him—every vulnerable expression, every crease on his face, every emotion of his—was on display for you to bask in. rubbing your thumb over his cheek is welcome. there isn’t any fabric to bump into and make you feel like you’re being pushed out, make you feel like your affection is being suppressed.

satoru without his blindfold was open, intimate—whole. but when he wrapped the fabric around his eyes, it felt like he was also hiding a part of himself you adored. not the overwhelming strength he held in those enchanting cerulean eyes of his, but the love and affection they glimmered with when he was with you, a glimmer you’re sure was reciprocated in your own eyes as well. a part of him that displayed his adoration for you, for the things he loved most, clear as day. 

“it’s silly, satoru.” you tell him reluctantly, gently playing with his hair. his sad smile makes you feel guilty, gnaws at your heart. but the part of you that feels shut away with that blindfold overtakes an insecurity deep inside. “i don’t want to concern you with it.”

“you gotta tell me what’s up, sweets. think i’m ugly?” he tries to tease, and you roll your eyes.

“just feel distant from you, ‘s all.” 

voicing it aloud makes you feel just as small and silly as you told him it is. perhaps you were overthinking things too much. 

you’re afraid to explain any further, because you don’t even know if you can without sounding even more insecure than you feel, but satoru immediately understands, and all the tension he’s built over the situation melts away in an instant, and he chuckles.

“like my eyes on you, huh?” he wiggled his brows, and you scoff, moving your hands down to his neck. he leans in a little closer, speaks a little softer. “they’re always on you.” 

your heart flutters as satoru kisses over the side of your jaw, giggling at the slight tickling sensation. he mimics your smile from against your jawline when he hears you laugh. 

he thinks he understands. if he wasn’t able to see those gorgeous eyes of your as they crease when you laugh, or gaze up at him in awe when he pulls away from a kiss only you could make so sweet, he thinks he’d also feel shut out, robbed of that small but intimate and beautiful part of you that leaves him breathless. he had a responsibility as the strongest to keep himself in line, but he also had a responsibility to you. he committed himself to that responsibility ages ago when you first met. 

satoru stares up at you from the crook of your neck, and it’s as if there’s hearts in his eyes, a sight that never fails to fluster you when you realize that it’s all directed toward you, a result of you. it reminds you just why you were so insecure in the first place. why would you want to kiss him when he wore his blindfold when you were deprived of this sight while doing so?

“just try to kiss me with my blindfold.” he mumbles, and it sounds insensitive after what you told him, but it’s exactly why he wants to prove that not a single ounce of love for you is hidden away when he wears it.

you frown, but still reach to grab the black band from when he threw it on the coffee table hours ago. you wrap it around his eyes for him, feeling slightly saddened by the sight already, but his lovesick smile never falters.

as soon as your hands lower from behind his head, he’s gently pushing his lips against yours, and it feels every bit of kind and loving and special as it did when you kissed him without it. his lips move slowly, yet passionately, with yours, and for the first time, your hands move to cup his face in reciprocation. the touch elates satoru like nothing else in the world, and you can’t believe you ever expected anything different.

when he finally pulls away, you could swear you see those bright blue eyes of his staring at you with that dizzying gaze that makes you feel light and loved. the blindfold makes you feel a lot more exposed than he is though, and you can’t help but blush and bring your hands over your face to try and even the playing field.

he laughs at this reaction and tries to pry your hands away from your face. “so? anything different?” he grins, feeling proud knowing he accomplished his goal from your reaction, and you laugh. 

“i still prefer it off.”

“that’s fine,” he hums, lowering the band so it hangs loosely around his neck with one hand, bringing your hands down away from your face with the other. “i prefer it off, too.” 

and from then on you become a little more comfortable kissing satoru with his blindfold on, and he’s over the moon at you now indulging him when he’d pull you into a random empty classroom and lean in close.

but he doesn’t see the harm in compromise, however, so he’ll indulge you too. and when he’s feeling particularly eager, he’ll wrap an arm around your waist, quickly tug his blindfold down to his neck, and capture your lips in a breathless kiss. 

whether he does this in an empty classroom or to say hello or goodbye before heading off on a mission with his students, you get to see those mesmerizing eyes of his shine with all the affection and love he holds for you. 

besides, you can't help but admit that it’s even more satisfying when he does it in front of others, tugging the blindfold off simply for your sake, showing off to everyone else the state you reduce him too. 

so perhaps you’ve grown to like kissing satoru when he wears his blindfold.  

[yandere-romanticaa]

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭.

🎀 Traveling from nation to nation and learning the art of creating the most delicious chocolate has been a passion of yours for ages. However, upon stepping foot into the Nation of Flame, you never could have prepared yourself for the incoming wave of sweetness and obsession which was going to hit you like never before.

A/N: This story is loosely inspired by Joanne Harris' book of the same title, Chocolat. It's a book that I am very fond of and I was inspired to write this once I saw that we were able to make chocolate in Natlan, probably the best thing in the game. I am a massive chocolate enjoyer, so... Also, the fic has some minor nsfw implications, just a bit of a heads up! Apologies if Kinich is not in character, oopsie.

yandere! kinich x fem! reader.

Proud warriors, the scorching hot sun and eternal flames were the first things that came to mind whenever you would think about Natlan. As a humble Mondstadter, it never occurred to you just how rich this nation was, how welcoming the people were going to be and not to mention how this place could help you develop your love for chocolate.

Stirring the pot in front of you was no easy task as the decadent scent of delightful goodness enveloped the entire humble little hut which you occupied, the entire floor littered with pots and pans filled to the brim with your creations and some personal trinkets which you had brought for yourself along for the journey.

One of Natlan's great tribes, the Scions of the Canopy, had graciously taken you under their wing and allowed you the privilege of experiencing the culture firsthand. You let out a wistful sigh as the chocolate bubbled happily before you, the dark liquid almost looking too good to be real.

You always took pride in your skills as a chocolatier, even if you hardly considered yourself the best one in the whole entire world. An endless sky of knowledge was out there waiting for you, the voices of the unknown beckoning you to come forward and seize them with your own two hands.

You were a true Mondstadter at heart. No matter where you were or how far you traversed, the wind was always there to guide you, to show you the right path. And right now, the flow of the wind said to stay in Natlan, to finally stop and smell the roses a little.

And each rose you touched had never been as sweet.

The rose, your rose, had a name and merely thinking of him sent your heart ablaze. Messy dark hair, gorgeous dew eyes and skin so perfectly rough and tender at the same time, it made you wonder how he managed to pull off something so contradictory.

That was Kinich's charm, you supposed. Cheeky little thing, he always looked out for you ever since he saw you. Despite his dry humor and straightforward attitude, there was a certain gentle quality to him which made him so irresistible, as if he was temptation personified. Never once did he leave you alone for the entirety of your trip if it could be helped, which came as a shock to his fellow tribe members.

Looking back on it, you were foolish to not see his intentions, even more so for not paying attention to the longing glimmer in his eye and how he would trail after you like a shadow.

He was shy, at first. Unsure on how he should express his feelings, Kinich merely resorted to doing things for you, because he was simply that kind of man. Actions speak louder than words and there was no word in the dictionary which could describe the way in which his chest would tighten in pain whenever he would make eye contact with you, as if large and thorny vines had sprouted from the ground up and taken root in his soul.

You are sweeter than any chocolate you could possibly make, he whispered into your ear one evening.

A shudder came over you, your cheeks hot at the memory of that night... The moon was high and full, overtaking the pitch black sky as Kinich had pinned you to the ground, his gaze boring deeply in your own, those large eyes focused on you and only you...

Chewing your bottom lip, you stirred the pot harshly as the memory replayed in your head over and over - his grip, which was tighter than any rope imaginable, the feeling of melted chocolate which was caked over your lips and fingers, the sensation of Kinich's tongue as he licked away the sweet goodness off your body...

By the seven, this was too much.

With a huff, you turned off the fire which was lit beneath the pot, your hands shaking with excitement as you felt your entire body growing hotter and hotter, making it harder to concentrate.

Damn that Kinich. Damn him for making you feel so wonderful, so wanted, so perfect. The thought of having to leave this place, it... It bordered on anguish. Sometimes, when you were sure no one was around, you would find a dark little corner and weep quietly to yourself. It was hard to manage the massive hiccups and keep the snot away from staining your clothes at first but you managed. Like always, you would find a way to get everything back in order and all would be well once you got everything out of your system.

You had fallen for Natlan. You had fallen even more so than Kinich. Even so, the wind was picking up once more, demanding that you make your next move.

There was so little time left to enjoy everything you had built here. Therefore, your plan was to make the most of everything you possibly could.

And Kinich was more than ready to assist with that.

He hid high up in a tree as he observed you, his face schooled into that of one of his classical nonchalance and stoicism. The chance of him being spotted by anyone up here was slim but even so, he liked to play it safe.

No one needed to know the pain he was in. No one needed to be aware of his more... dubious thoughts and actions. Kinich always fancied himself as a man of action rather than flowery words. And so, he acted.

Quietly, stealthily... Perhaps even a little lethally at times.

Violence was hardly ever the answer but if anyone got in his way and refused to back down, it was his only solution then.

Kinich had a solid reputation in his tribe - he was trustworthy, he was strong. This granted him access to many things, many useful and convenient things. All he had to do was say the word and most people would keep their mouths shut if they saw him somewhere he should not be. And if his poorly veiled threats were not enough, he was more than ready to take up his weapon and fight.

It really was that easy for him.

Sneaking into your newly built home was its own beast though.

This is wrong, he would chant inside his mind over and over again. The intensity of his actions and his nonchalant persona were always at a clash with one another, constantly fighting a never ending war. He should trust you, he knows you are capable, he has no right to be doing any of this even yet... And yet, he does it anyway.

Because he knows that if he doesn't do something, he will never see you again. Kinich knows that he will lose you to the wind if he lets you slip through his fingers, he will never get to experience what it means to be touched, to be loved.

He wants to adore you in the same way people adore your delectable creations. The various statues made from chocolates, the little cacao bites, the endless sea of pralines which would be devoured so fast by the masses that he could not keep up...

Whenever he had the luxury, he liked to imagine you as one of those pralines. Perfect and oh so easy to devour, you were nothing short of excellent in his eyes. Kinich was no blind fool, he was well aware that you had your flaws as well but he cared very little about that.

He wanted the entire package. He wanted you, wrapped up in a little bow and delivered on his doorstep like the world's most precious package, a package which he could unwrap and enjoy time and time over.

Even in his hazy state of mind, he could still recall how you tasted. Licking his lips, Kinich made sure to double check that he had taken a few things from your hut which could prevent you from finishing your latest project. Yes, that was petty of him.

But he could not be bothered to care.

The wind was cruel. Whenever a gust of it would blow at him, Kinich would scowl as he knew that it meant that you would take it as a sign to leave. His hair would get tousled as he would wrap his arms around his body, the constant yapping of Ajaw did him no good either.

The clock was ticking. There was only so much he could do to keep you here. A plan needed to be formed, fast.

For now, he was going to enjoy you in every way he could. He was going to be greedy and devour you wholly whenever the opportunity arose. As Kinich balanced himself up on the massive tree branch, yet another fresh gust of wind made its way towards him. He saw the way you popped your shoulders, that all too familiar smile on your face.

You loved the wind and the wind loved you. You loved to make chocolate and were quite excellent at it too.

Despite all that, Kinich loved you more. He adored you more than the sun adored the world, he wanted you more than unlike anything else before. He cursed the Anemo Archon underneath his breath, his poor lip bloody and bruised from the amount of times he had bitten it in order to keep himself quiet.

Kinch was a man of countless deeds. And he would find a way to keep you by his side, no matter the cost. Be it Celestia or the Abyss, there was no force in this world which could destroy the endless and raging fire he felt for you.

[dreamesamu]

THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED

in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him

starring. akaashi keiji x fem!reader

genre(s): angst to fluff, (super, like-) long scenario 

warning(s): none, i think so? except for clueless keiji and not proof-reading

author’s note: akaashi is just a major green flag in this (every haikyu!! boy is 😭) i feel too bad to write them red-flag-y.

choose your character: m. atsumu | k. akaashi

you’ve known akaashi for quite some time, starting from your last year of fukurodani academy and then serendipity brought you both ended up being each other’s classmate at a same college/university. bokuto kotaro was your best friend, the little owl introduced his favorite setter to you and the friendship of three gradually become established, and as if it can not be any more inevitably, you eventually developed a secret admiration for the pretty setter when you three have been closed enough. however, graduating separated ways, kotaro pursued his journey to become professional in volleyball while keiji, once said to you he wanted a place in the literature department.

truth be told, even if you promised each other you would still keep in touch and plan every weekend friend group meeting online or offline, you’ve never expect you would share every class in higher education life with your crush, the akaashi keiji. the great thing is you both are paired up for an presentation assignment in the major you and him pursue, you do have plenty of time to stay close and grab his attention from making gestures that he usually failed to realizes.

here you are again, happily humming your favourite song while carrying a box wrapped with a small detailed towel, some big rolls of assignment paper stuck underneath your arm as you make your way back to where you both planned to finish the project - the library. 

“keiji, i’m back!” you set your things respectively on the table, and akaashi nods with a smile on his face in acknowledgement.

“oookay, so here’s your today’s snack, I hope you’ll like it” you grin, tapping on the box before pushing it to his side as he receives it and casually opens it while speaking.

“hmm? are those sketches of our poster? you can always edit them on the computer, why the effort?” he chuckled softly before completely unwrapping the bento box.

“I’m not good at designing and stuff. I may draw as I like and you’ll be the one to edit it on the computer.” you puff your cheek out, hands resting on hips as you watch his reaction to your delicately decorated sweets in the box made for him.

“this looks amazing.” he smiles upon seeing the pastries you made, decorated beautifully with different kinds of fruit as each pastry has different flavours, you probably did not stay up so late last night just to make all kinds of flavours for him to show how much you like him. yeah, probably not.

"oh, it's nothing, I just hope it doesn't taste bad" you chuckle nervously while scratching the back of your neck, letting his praise send you up to cloud nine.

your actions falter when you see akaashi put back the box's cap on, set it aside as he leans over to reach the posters you drew.

"now then, can we start working on the project?" he spreads out the piece of paper, glancing at you as you stand there awkwardly, prefer him taking a bite to look through all of your efforts than just shrugging it off and go straight to the main part of your study session.

"what...? oh- um..." you trail off, a bit embarrassed. "wouldn't you like to try one out? it won't hurt to just have a taste of it..."

"maybe later, y/n. we have other things need to be done right now." he merely states, eyes study the poster in front of him, unknowingly sinking your heart.

"yes, right." you shift slightly, taking the sit by the opposite of him, trying to catch up with him on the progress.

you let your mind wanders off how many times you've lost count already while akaashi quietly focused on scribbling something in his notebook, every thoughts you have are always about keiji, your feelings and the stare you give him thinking it's discreet. what's stopping him from trying my tarts out? and how does he feel being around me? or is that his way of rejecting something without making that person feel bad? flooded your mind.

"y/n?" you realize his faint voice ringing somewhere "y/n..." the voice becomes clearer. "earth to y/n, you're staring." awh, snap. right.

you blink, startled before clearing your throat, mumbling a small apology as you try to get yourself busy with the work underneath you once again.

but akaashi just chuckles, his voice calm and reassuring.

"hey, you seem off today. it's lunch break, please make yourself comfortable." you fumble at his words, it's noon already? as he collects his books and tidy it up at one corner of the table before speaking again.

"yuri satsuki is inviting me to have lunch with her. would you like to also join? i think she wouldn't mind." he kindly offers, probably not knowing the words struck you shocked.

you know satsuki-senpai, she's a year older than you and has been a social butterfly ever since you set foot in student life. she is a nice person, you conceived, but not until you found out that she has a huge crush on your akaashi keiji, her behaviour in your eyes became somewhat annoying. in return, she did realize she had a rival to win over him, you acknowledge that through the smug look she gave every time akaashi was around her instead of you, that is how the tension gradually builds up between you and your pain-in-the-ass rival.

and now she's even invited keiji for lunch? you feel an uncomfortable twist in your belly, screaming that if you do not take further actions, you lose akaashi to her. but his way of discarding your hard work, also known as an attempt to get his attention earlier discourages you hastily. this comes to a realization: ever since he start hanging out with satsuki-senpai, he has never touched one of your cooks once.

"no, i'm fine staying here. you go" you force a smile waving him goodbye. he hesitates upon seeing the downward trend of your mood as well as the strange attitude every time he brings up yuri.

"what are you waiting for?" you scoff, trying your best to make it sound not so bitterly. he nods quietly before ruffles your hair, thoughtfully remind you to get something to eat before start working again, and he'll be back with you soon.

you groan for the nth time in thirty minutes since his last leave, deciding not to eat anything at all after you laugh bitterly to yourself seeing the bento box laid cold by his stuffs which corrects your thoughts that he is not going to appreciate what you did for him.

the chair scraped the floor when you stand up, attempting to compose yourself when you feel your brain need a break from overthinking such situations.

on the way out of the library, your eyes meet yuri satsuki's, assuming that keiji is just somewhere around here as his lunch break partner is the person you least excited to bump into.

"well, well. isn't that the girl whose best friend choose to hang out with me instead of her?"

excuse me?

"don't get too ahead of yourself, satsuki-senpai. just a friendly reminder" your tone evidently irritated as you flash her an unamused smile, trying to avoid her as soon as possible.

but the radio scene of her voice replayed all over your head, your mind goes muddy despite the fresh air you're trying to take in, you let out a shaky breath, tears brimming out.

maybe, he doesn't quite noticed the things I did for him after all...

---

"you're back. where were you?" akaashi worried tone surprises you after a quite fine time of trying to find you because your study desk in the library was empty.

"i was... out for fresh air. why?" your voice is off and he noticed that. he always knew when something is bothering you, and right now he definitely know that something is wrong.

"after i finished my lunch i got yours, 'cause i know when i'm back you would still hadn't eaten anything." his brows slightly furrow seeing your avoiding attitude.

"thanks, keiji." you said briefly, take the package from his hand and sit down on your seat, never forget to notice the pastry box still intact.

your strange attitude didn't just stop there, it confuses akaashi for a more couple of days of your avoidance, he dislike the way you put a small distance between you both in study sessions, you flinch and tense around him more often, your answers and conversations are brief and sometimes awkward as you seem to be more preoccupied and attentive rather than to communicate with him.

"good morning, y/n." he smiles, your state has been bothering him for days as he is paying attention to your fade grin and a small "hey" as a greet back.

then he fumbles. something is missing...

oh. but then, realization sets in him quite quickly: you didn't bring any homemade sweets today.

"y/n..." he hesitates, meeting your eyes as you lift your head up from the notebook you're scribbling on. "does your home perhaps... out of ingredients or something?"

you are stunned for a moment, knowing exactly what he was trying to imply, scared to look at him directly in the eye as you shift your gaze elsewhere, pretending to have forgotten.

"oh... you mean the pastries... I forgot to do it. I was busy yesterday"

lies. he see through it, you know that, but you can't just blurt it all out that you're heartbreaking because of his indirect rejection that never says he doesn't like you, but makes you feel like it did.

"hey... i know something is wrong, can you tell me what it is?"

there it is - the worried look on such handsome face that never fails to make your heart flutter. but you know, that is just his nature of being an attentive and thoughtful person, not just for only you, but for everyone in his orbit.

so his question remained unanswered.

akaashi has been extremely distracted due to the sudden lack of your affection on him. it's just doesn't feel the same. even if he refuses it but deep down, he misses your midday snacks, your bubbly laugh around him and that flushed cheeks you wear every time he caught you staring. it has been a whole week since, and the fact that you didn't join the friend group video call with bokuto last sunday was his last straw.

he misses you, dearly. and if he doesn't do anything now before your project is finished, he might find it difficult to approach you even when you are his best friend.

and then, on an another lovely morning in the college's campus, an emotion he thinks he's aware of stirring in his stomach at the scene of you handing out a bento box wrapped with the same detailed towel, a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips as the other boy laughs lightly, scratches his neck, sending regards with a polite bow before making his way back in the classroom, akaashi doesn't like what his eyes have witnessed, so when he met yours, the bitterful look sends shivers down your spine.

you turn away, begin to walk, you do not want to deal with your bothered heart right now, not if it has anything to do with him, with that thought, you choose to neglect it because it is just your one-sided feelings for him.

but you hear footsteps behind, next is a small "wait" escaped from his lips when he managed to catch up and hold gently on your arm. that stopped you midtrack.

"please. can we talk?" he pleads.

---

you find yourself trapped by his presence in a corner of the school's library. there's no point in avoiding now.

"i'm sorry." he states. "i like you, i should've known."

your eyes widen. why- all of a sudden?

akaashi glances at you, softly sighs before bring your hand up to his face and kiss your knuckles gently.

"i understand now, i was clueless, you have the very right to be mad at me." each sentences he speaks crack your heart, but at the same time, they give you hope.

you neither know how to react, nor what to say, you just stand there, completely speechless, it encourages him to continue his speech of pursuing you.

"the last time i went to have lunch with satsuki, she confessed to me." he stopped, watching your expression. "but i turned her down, then, she got angry and started to brag about you. i did not like what she said, so i got quite defensive and... that was when i realised."

"i didn't know when it started. i just knew that i didn't feel very comfortable seeing you bringing your pastries that was meant for me to someone else, and more it's because i didn't appreciate it."

he squeezes your hand, afraid if not, you'll slip from his grip and become somebody else's apple. he certainly dislikes the thought.

"i want your pastries back, i love them as much as i love you. please let me correct such a terrible mistake."

---

"yes, hello. i've received the box, thank you, my love."

akaashi spins his office chair slightly, softly speaking to the phone stuck between his cheek and shoulder with a smile while unwrapping a huge warm box of freshly baked tarts.

"keiji, bad news, i'm out of powdered sugar after that batch." your voice echoed on output, he chuckles.

"are you free after work? we can visit the supermarket to purchase some. i'll drive, consider this a date with me, 'mkay?"

© 2024 dreamesamu. all rights reserved.

[acciotaitlynn]

Ebb & Flow ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌₊ ⊹

╰ rafayel⌇fem!reader

╰ 18+ sexual content. unprotected sex/he filling u up. p in the v. oral; ꒰f&m receiving꒱ fingering. spoilers to myths. fishie whimpers a lot. scale play. u both like to submit. he a good boi.

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On the rare and mystical Ebb Day, when the tides unveil the secrets of the deep, creatures from the ocean’s depths are carried ashore. Once upon a time, a sailor embarked on this extraordinary day and came upon an injured mermaid amidst the waves. With a voice as enchanting as the sea itself, she pleaded for her freedom, promising her most cherished treasure in return. As their eyes met and their worlds intertwined, a bond formed, weaving a tale of love and unity. The sailor and mermaid, drawn together by fate and the oceans whisper—lived happily ever after.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝

Rafayel’s moods were something you’d grown used to—his artistry matched only by the drama he could conjure. Yet today, even that familiar spectacle felt off-kilter. You woke to the sound of his ringtone, his usually vibrant voice laced with a heaviness that set alarms off in your mind; a weight that prompted you to rush over the moment he suggested a walk.

In less than an hour, he was already whining about the air being inexplicably sticky— “how do you guys even breathe?” he grumbled, pivoting to head home, seemingly indifferent to whether you chose to follow him or not. Once home, he had the nerve to tell you to see yourself out, especially after you had dashed over just because he sounded upset.

You were near the door, tossing a cutting remark over your shoulder, when he collapsed. There was an audible thud as he hit the floor. Part of you wondered if this was just another act in his dramatic reserve—but the feverish heat radiating from his skin told a different story. Concern swallowed your annoyance, fueling a desire to stay and see him through the night. Despite his initial protests, he eventually surrendered with a grumble about how your lingering presence would be your own regret. With that settled, you fetched him a glass of water, returning to find him asleep, sitting upright on the couch.

As you were setting the water down on the coffee table, a glimmer caught your eye—something shimmering softly on his face. You leaned in to discover a scattering of delicate, iridescent flakes adorning his cheeks and neck, trailing beneath the open collar of his shirt. Unable to resist, you reached out to touch them, settling beside him on the couch. The texture beneath your fingertips was astonishingly silky—almost ethereal. Gently, you traced one, barely grazing his skin as a realization dawned. “Scales…” The word slipped from you in a breathless whisper as you prodded one delicately, prompting a sudden, soft murmur from Rafayel that nearly startled you off the couch. He shifted slightly, but remained fast asleep. You knew you should stop, but the bright scales seemed to draw your fingers back, their allure irresistible.

Growing bolder, you applied a touch more pressure to fully feel their texture. his response was immediate—a low, almost decadent groan that took your breath away. Maintaining the pressure, you swiped your thumb across, eliciting a soft whimper that sent a jolt of arousal through you. You couldn’t resist the urge to repeat the motion–craving that sound again. But his hand caught your wrist. “On any other day, you wouldn’t be able to get close enough to touch me like that,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His gaze was icy, almost mistrustful—a look you had never seen before, and it cut deeper than you’d expected.

“Are they scales?” you asked softly. Rafayel couldn’t shake the irritation that welled up upon awakening to your touch.

From the moment he had encountered this version of you, the bond between you two ensnared him effortlessly. And it didn’t surprise him in the least how much he enjoyed your company, just as he had in every lifetime.

Yet, he remained guarded, unable to fully open his heart. The memory of your past betrayal still stung—a persistent thorn despite the passage of time. And having you close on this day, of all days, was a decision he was already regretting. Your fingers brushing against his sensitive scales brought an unsettling familiarity, too reminiscent of a memory he preferred to keep hidden. Although he knew you didn’t mean to exploit his vulnerability, the resemblance to those past wounds was much too striking.

He was painfully aware of his behavior—his irritation with you evident in his expression and the underlying anger coloring his voice, but he just couldn't help it. “Shocking, isn’t it? All those stories about the Lemurians? They aren’t just fairy tales,” he remarked.

To your surprise, his revelation didn’t shock you. Instead, it felt like a dormant truth that had been whispered to your soul all along. "I thought Lemuria disappeared thousands of years ago,” you said softly. Rafayel's voice was still cold, but the edge had softened a bit as he looked away. “Think of me as a lost pearl that washed up on the beach,” he murmured, each word carrying the weight of unhealed scars and unspoken secrets.

You nodded, accepting his words as a spark of curiosity ignited within you. “So… Do you have a tail, then?” you asked, intrigued. His mesmerizing eyes locked onto yours. “Yup. Whenever I cry, my tears transform into shimmering pearls. A single song from my lips can doom anyone who hears it. And those scales you touched? They’re the sharpest weapons in the world.”

You stared in disbelief as a note of mockery crept into his expression. With a derisive snort, he turned away. “Cool. So now you’re mocking me,” you said with a smirk, reaching out to poke one of his scales playfully, only to have your hand caught in a firm grip.

“Touching me wherever is rude, stop it,” he admonished. Undeterred, you tickled a scale on the hand holding yours, making him squirm. “I see, I see. So Lemurians truly are ticklish,” you teased. “And humans truly are greedy,” he shot back, disdain in his voice. “Always ready to exploit other species once you discover their vulnerabilities.”

You hummed softly, a playful challenge in your eyes. “You’re right—I could take advantage and kidnap you right now if I wanted to.” His gaze met yours. “But why me?” Your fingers trailed along his jawline, your voice low and heated. “You can cry pearls, wield the sharpest weapons, and create breathtaking art. How could I possibly let you escape?” Your touch wandered down his neck, tracing the shimmering path that led to his collar bone. “I’ll lock you in a cage, and whip you daily, forcing you to finish your paintings. And if you want to eat, you’ll have to call me “Master.’”

You were surprised by your own audacity. You had longed to touch Rafayel like this but never dared until now. “Is that really what you want?” His serious tone caught you off guard, as if there was more weight to his words than mere banter. “W-what…” you began, but his whisper resounded in your ears, as if echoing within your very being— “Master.”

For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a faint glow above Rafayel’s heart, but it vanished before you could confirm it. His hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto his lap. He guided your hand to his face, pressing his feverish cheek into your palm as he murmured, “Help—I don’t feel so good.”

Despite the reluctance lingering in his heart—stirred by nervousness at exposing himself to you again—your teasing, possessive words had ignited something within Rafayel. He found himself instinctively pulling you closer.

Your other hand cupped his cheek, offering comfort as his arms encircled you. “How can I help?” you whispered. His grip tightened as he nuzzled into your neck. “Share your warmth with me.” Your breath hitched, your heartbeat pounding as you reached out to touch his scales again.

A gentle sigh escaped your lips as your fingertips met his heated skin. Your eyes locked with his, silently seeking permission as you lifted the hem of his shirt. Rafayel’s hesitation was palpable, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. Finally, he reached a decision, raising his arms to let you slip off his shirt.

His heart soared at the look in your eyes—mesmerized, hungry, and entirely focused on him. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed that look until he felt a small piece of himself begin to heal simply by soaking it in again.

The need to keep touching him was overwhelming, but concern crept in as the heat radiating from his body intensified. Beads of sweat formed on his skin and his breath quickened. Reluctantly, you pushed away gently. “We should stop… your fever is really high. You need to rest; I’ll get you an ice pack.” Barely off his lap and only a few steps away, you were surprised to be pulled back into his embrace, enveloped once more in his arms.

The look of complete shock on your face was the most endearing thing Rafayel had witnessed in a long time, sparking a tender smile from him. His voice was so sensually charged that it sent a rush of heat through your core, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “What? Weren’t you planning to keep me as a Lemurian pet?” he teased, a suggestive glint in his eyes as they traced the curve of your lips. “I can’t even run away… Do whatever you want to me.”

Though his words were incredibly tempting, your concern lingered—he could be seriously ill, and perhaps you should be taking him to a hospital rather than indulging in this moment. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on? You’re acting really strange…” you pressed gently.

“Every year, there’s a day when the tide lowers, and reverses its flow,” he explained, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “That’s when Lemurians are at their weakest... Even the frailest human could end us if they knew.” His lips brushed your skin with a featherlight kiss. “If you want to push me away—or even kill me—I couldn’t stop you.”

Startled, you pulled back to meet his gaze. “Rafayel…” He interrupted, a warning undertone in his voice. “You have no idea how dangerous this is, do you? There’s still time to find someone else to care for.” Despite his words, he drew you closer. “Not every fairy tale ends happily ever after. Maybe the mermaid set the trap from the start—to claim the sailor’s life,” he added, referencing the love story you had discussed earlier.

Rafayel watched you with a calm intensity, his fingers lazily twirling your hair. He knew you too well and sensed the flicker of fear in your expression at his words. Yet, as always, you pushed past the fear, your eyes turning sultry as you leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “So? I’m okay with that. But—” you grasped his chin, shaking his head playfully. “Did you ever consider that you might be the prey in my trap?”

He remained silent, his beautiful eyes calmly assessing, waiting to see your next move. “Rafayel… I’m not sure why you said those things, but…” You captured his lips in a tender kiss, whispering, “I will never hurt you.” He stiffened beneath you momentarily before his hands found your waist, pulling you tightly to him as he kissed you again. “Do you promise?” The raw pain in his voice and the desperation in his eyes made your heart ache. “I promise.” Your hands looped around his neck as you melted into him, capturing his mouth in a kiss far more passionate than the last. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined, each touch of them like the most powerful aphrodisiac.

The tiny whimpers and groans he let out only fueled your growing boldness, as did the way his body reacted to even the lightest touch of your fingertips. You tangled your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, holding him there. “I’ve decided on my first request for my new Lemurian pet—stay still,” you commanded in a low, firm voice.

The tone sparked something in him—a thrill he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It was a dynamic he had happily embraced many times before, and he could hardly contain his excitement as your gaze roamed his body with a renewed heat. “Define sit still,” he teased, his voice laced with anticipation.

You hummed softly, leaning in to trace a path along his scales with your tongue. He cursed under his breath, hips instinctively grinding against you, hands settling on your lower back. You swatted them away with a teasing reprimand. “No touching.” He pouted and let out a genuine whine, drawing a giggle from you. “You can try to get off by grinding against me, but that’s the only movement I’ll allow.” Your lips returned to his neck, teeth grazing his increasingly sensitive scales.

You hovered just above him, making him work for every bit of friction he craved. You delighted in the sight of him beneath you, whimpering and struggling to find release. The power you felt was exhilarating, heightened by Rafayel's evident enjoyment. But each time his hips managed to connect with yours, grinding his erection against your clothed core, it tested your resolve—the urge to have him inside you was nearly overwhelming. But this newfound game was too rewarding to rush.

You slipped your shirt over your head, tossing it and your bra aside. Your palms glided over his chest, your breath quickening as you traced the defined ridges of his abs and followed the soft trail of hair leading beneath his pants. He trembled beneath your touch, desire pooling within him as he resisted the urge to reach out and cup your breast. Instead, he stayed still, a symphony of groans and whines escaping him with every sensation you elicited.

Once satisfied, you leaned back, teasing him further as you squeezed one breast, and let your other hand glide through your folds. He didn’t attempt to rise to find friction, he simply watched in enraptured awe, plush lips slightly parted, breath quick, his hips making small, involuntary thrusts in response to your display.

“You’re being such a good boy,” you praised, surprised by the words that slipped from your lips. You hesitated, wondering if you’d gone to far, but Rafayel’s immediate, whimpering plea reassured you. “Say it again,” he begged, his desperation palpable. A grin spread across your face. “You're such a good boy…my good boy,” you cooed in his ear before standing to add your pants and thong to the growing pile on the floor.

Sitting back on the couch and spreading your legs invitingly, you motioned for him to come closer. “Make me cum, Raf,” you commanded softly, feeling a thrill of anticipation as he eagerly settled between your legs. He could scarcely tear his eyes away from your glistening core, so wet you were dripping onto the couch beneath you. Silently, he vowed to never have this sofa cleaned again.

“Is there anything you won’t allow me to do?” he asked. “Mhmm—no touching yourself." A soft groan slipped from him as he nodded, bending to press gentle kisses along your inner thighs. Rafayel remembered every spot that made you sing, reacquainting himself with them until your pretty little noises filled the room.

He knew you liked it a bit rough, and was pleased to find that hadn’t changed. Your hands tangled in his hair, your head falling back with a cry of pleasure as he boldly bit your clit, leaving behind a sharp, exhilarating sting.

He sighed in relief as his tongue touched you, eagerly lapping up your arousal with a deep, satisfied hum that sent vibrations coursing through your entire body. You were so soft, so warm and inviting, your familiar essence wrapping Rafayel in a comforting embrace.

The moment he slipped a finger into your warmth, your walls clenched around him like a vise, nearly pushing him to his own edge without a single touch. He paused for a moment, awestruck, before setting a gentle rhythm with his fingers.

His lips soon found their way back to your sensitive bud, sucking and nibbling with just the right amount of pressure to make your body sing in that perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Rafayel seemed to know every one of your sweet spots with startling accuracy, attuned to the precise pressures and motions that drove you wild. Your hips bucked, grinding against his face, coating him in your arousal as he groaned in delight.

You stroked his hair affectionately, watching his mouth fervently work over you as his eyes took in every part of you as you moved against him. His gaze, hazy with desire, never left your from between your thighs. “So beautiful,” you murmured, and he made that cute little whimper again, spurred on by the tightening of your soft walls around his fingers.

His own hips began thrusting into the air again as you rode his face with abandon, your body pulsing around him as he guided you through each wave of pleasure. Spent, you collapsed back on the couch with a deep sigh of contentment, looking down at him with a blissful smile. “Wow,” you breathed softly. “Yeah… wow,” he echoed gently, a mixture of awe and satisfaction in his voice as he moved to sit beside you on the couch.

You stopped him before he could sit, reaching over to unbuckle his belt, looking up with a question in your eyes. Understanding, Rafayel shed the rest of his clothes, letting them drop to the floor before settling beside you. Biting your lip, your hands eagerly reached out to wrap around his length.

Just like the rest of Rafayel, his cock was delightfully perfect, a promise of immense pleasure in both its girth and length. A sinful groan escaped both of you as you licked up the precum trailing down his shaft, savoring the taste. Within moments, you had him stuffed in your throat, unfazed by the challenge, a dopey smile curling your lips as you choked slightly. You pulled back briefly to spit on the tip, spreading the slickness with your hand. “I’ll be still this time,” you assured him softly before taking him deeply once more.

His hand immediately threaded through your hair to hold you in place, his hips setting a steady rhythm as they thrust into your welcoming mouth. Rafayel knew the rewards of patience and compliance—if he was a good boy, and did what you asked, pleasure awaited him.

“You take me so well, cutie,” he praised, a possessive edge to his voice. “I almost forgot how fucking perfect you are,” slipped out before he could catch himself, but you seemed too lost in the moment—or too cock-drunk—to hear or care, your face an embodiment of ecstasy as you continued to devour him.

He could have easily prolonged this blissful moment, riding the edge of his orgasm just to enjoy the sensation of being in your mouth a little longer. But his desire to finish inside you was undeniable. Gently, he lifted you off him, guiding you to straddle his lap.

The way you blushed and grew shy as he rubbed his cock through your slick folds brought a soft, appreciative smile to his lips. You were even tighter than he remembered, which required him to take things slowly as he pushed into you. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, and he pressed gentle kisses to your cheek to ease the way. “Almost there, princess,” he murmured, his cock inching deeper.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he finally pressed flush against you, feeling your arousal seep where you were joined. Rafayel’s possessive praises sent a shiver through you, evoking emotions that mirrored his. Tears welled in your eyes at his words, the sense of being so perfectly filled by him heightening the intensity of the moment.

He gently took your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. “I want you to use me,” he pleaded, his voice raw with need, as he gripped your hips to encourage your movement. You searched his eyes, then nodded softly, leaning in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. It began gentle, as did your movements atop him. But as your lips and tongue paid homage to the scales adorning his skin, your hips began to rise and fall with fervor.

His hands supported your rhythm, gripping your ass as you rode him with increasing urgency. Watching you embrace your pleasure, tears of ecstasy streaking your face, urged him to test if you still enjoyed another particular sensation.

He slapped your ass, the sound resonating through the room. Your eyes shot wide in surprise and your movements faltered. “Riding me like such a good little slut,” he growled, delivering another, much harder, slap. He seized a breast, tugging roughly on a nipple, and your mouth fell open in a soft ‘O,’ a fierce blush spreading across your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to use me, cutie?” he teased. “I haven't felt that pretty cunt gush on me yet, so why’d you stop moving?” His words ignited something within you, compelling you to continue, your hips resuming their relentless motion in a quest for release. His voice was teasing, low and commanding, much like yours had been earlier in your game. You were surprised to find you enjoyed this dynamic just as much with the roles reversed. Your own voice came out in a small, slightly shaky whisper. “Sorry, Raf,” you murmured, earning a chuckle from him, your hips resuming their eager rhythm.

You were impossibly wet now, coating Rafayel's cock and abdomen in your shared arousal. He relished it, gathering the slickness and spreading it over your skin with a pleased hum. “Just like that, cutie,” he encouraged, punctuating his words with firm slaps to your ass and rough squeezes of your breasts. “You’re the only one who can make me feel like this,” he whispered urgently, his fingers lightly tugging your clit, making you tremble and whine above him.

He pulled you closer, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. He chuckled softly knowing from experience that you were too lost in pleasure to register much of anything else. He allowed himself to speak more openly, assured that his words would float through your haze without consequence.

“This is always my favorite part,” he murmured, taking over the rhythm as he gripped your hips, moving you against him as you cried quietly, sniffling against him. “You’ve always had a knack for teasing me,” he said with a playful edge, “and once you discovered how much I enjoyed it when you took control—you were relentless.” Rafayel smiled gently, a fondness in his tone as he recalled a memory from long ago.

His tone became softer, words drifting through your foggy mind, carried by the gentle love in his voice. “I’ve cherished every second of turning my body over to you. I crave it, actually… Maybe it’s because of the bond we share— I’m not sure… But as much as I enjoy it, I secretly look forward to this moment every time…” Tenderly, he lowered you until your bodies were flush, grinding you against him with each deep thrust. “That moment when you melt in my arms, surrendering to my care and affection,” he continued, tightening his embrace around you. “If I weren’t so desperate to finish, I’d stay buried inside you, holding you like this indefinitely,” he teased as he cherished the closeness. You whispered his name on a choked sob, your mouth instinctively finding the scales on his neck as your tongue traced firm, deliberate paths over each one you could reach.

With every stroke of your tongue, Rafayel's movements grew more frenzied, but when you latched onto what had always been your favorite scale, sucking it softly, he lost control, his thrusts becoming desperate and fervent.

The sensation of his scales beneath your tongue, combined with the mind blowing ecstasy of him stuffing you full, sent you spiraling into another intense orgasm. You cried out into his neck, pressing yourself as deeply onto him as possible, grinding against him to chase every ripple of pleasure. Your movements stilled as his cock throbbed within you, but you squeezed around him in waves, helping to coax out every last drop of his essence, unwilling to let any go to waste.

As the haze of pleasure began to lift, a sense of reality seeped back in. You leaned down, licking Rafayel clean with a satisfied hum. He raised an eyebrow, grinning at you. “So you still do that,” he remarked, his voice gentle and teasing. You tilted your head in mild confusion, a small frown forming on your lips. He simply pulled you back into his arms with a quiet chuckle. "Don’t worry about it, cutie,” he murmured, kissing your forehead and tucking your head against his chest, fingers gently combing through your hair.

His touch was loving, almost reverent, and it combined with the deep sense of contentment humming through your body after your release, causing you to melt against him without even realizing it. Sleep began to overtake you, his arms enveloping you like the warmest blanket.

Rafayel didn’t quite know how long he sat there, gently rocking you as his hand caressed your hair, reacquainting himself with its texture. He was certain of one thing: you had ruined him once more… There was no way he could let you go now—not that he had ever been truly capable of letting you go... Nor had he ever really wanted to.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆟 𓆝

[saturnsfav3]

sadly this is the last one...

[dragon-ascent]

A reminder that Zhongli canonically forged weapons during times of war; in other words, he's an expert blacksmith. Of course, he only used his prowess in smithing weaponry out of sheer necessity - and now that Liyue is at peace, he no longer needs to craft such powerful munitions meant purely to vanquish.

So, he now chooses to forge things for you.

The jade ring you wear was actually personally fashioned by Zhongli's own hands - he wanted his proposal to you to be perfect, after all. His smile while carefully shaping the ring was full of hope and love, and he was more than elated to reap the reward as you happily accepted becoming his beloved partner.

He likes to craft you special jewellery imbued with adeptal energy, so that no matter how far apart you may be, he'll always be able to sense and protect you. (That, and you'll always be elegantly fashionable. Only the prettiest for his darling.)

When you once complained to him about how frail your paper bookmarks were, he presented to you a few days later a beautiful bookmark of handmade steel. Its intricate patterns detailing stories of their own were enough to bring any bookworm to their knees.

A lot of his other gifts are handmade too - the man who once crafted swords, bows, and spears now makes you exquisite candle-holders, little sculptures of you and him, heart-shaped trinkets with your initials, and even gilded flowers that will never wilt, a symbol of his everlasting devotion.

You can find him on a free day out at the smithy, sweat illuminating his bare golden-veined arms, biceps flexing with each precise strike of the metal as his eyebrows slant in concentration. The melodious clang! of his hammer upon his handiwork is both tender and powerful.

This god, once a blacksmith for war, has now become a blacksmith for love - and he would have it no other way.

[roranicuspond]

[shujubeelamoglia]

Sebastián Yatra

Photography by Erick Quituizaca