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goldenheartgirl1 · 2 years ago

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Rose and Marigold Ch.6- Blooming Passion

Marigold was shocked one day when Oscar returned to Versailles, tears sliding down her face and the absolutely most rage filled eyes that the redhead had ever seen in those sapphire orbs. It had only been a couple days since Oscar saw how France was really suffering, and now it was the only thing that flooded the blonde’s mind. Marigold helped the commander to her room and had them sit on the bed while Oscar explained that earlier one of the most powerful Duke’s had killed a child. A child that only wanted money for food. Even the hazel eyes teared up as she held Oscar in her arms and brushed her hair, trying to comfort the poor guard and urge her not to act irrationally. They decided to head back to the manor of Jarjayes, falling into a peaceful slumber of cuddling and kisses, to which right before bed Marigold made a promise to Oscar she would stay at the manor for a while.

Once her friend and lover had left the next day, Marigold began to scour the mansion for items that were broken or unused, whether that was a damaged fork or a clock that was broken. She took her time combing through and making sure not to be caught as she piled all the old things into her room. Putting all the items in a satchel she hurried out to the brown colored mare in the stables and rode off to the city in haste, looking for shops that could trade the items for money. There was some luck, but clothing did not sell so Marigold decided to just give the clothes to those that needed it. She rode through the slums with a dark cloak to cover her hair, handing out whatever coins she had until they were all gone, which saddened her when she had to turn others away. The redhead was determined to do all she could for these people, and despite her promise to Oscar she rode to Versailles next. Getting in was not an issue, but finding an excuse to take broken stuff from Versailles was another thing, most nobles brushed her off while servants inquired why she was taking the trash.

Soon the redhead had charmed her way through Versailles with a satchel of broken or unwanted items and happily rode back to the city, proud that she was able to avoid Oscar and the queen herself. By the second trip through the slums, she graciously gave away everything she collected and smiled when the people thanked her. Once again her hands were empty though and there was nothing more for her to give, meaning it was time to leave. She took a slow ride through the slums, not wanting to rush home so soon or risk the chance of her hood falling off and uncovering her hair. Marigold watched the sky peacefully as the horse walked through the slums, the hazel eyes reflected its many colors in the sunlight and she felt at peace with the warmth of the fall season.

“Amee!” A voice called, causing Marigold to snap out of her trance and slow her horse down to a stop, a man came running up to her.

He looked like another noble but that only confused the girl since this area was composed of the poor. His hair was dark as leather and his eyes even a darker brown, his clothes were clean but his hair seemed messy. “I’m sorry but I am not a person called Amee. Can I assist you?”

“How dare you speak to me as a stranger!”

“But..you are-“

“Insolent brat, how did you earn your keep at Versailles? Did you sell yourself to a noble like that prostitute Du Barry?”

Marigold’s eyes narrowed and chose to do a different tactic, not showing any fear she hissed back. “And why should I answer you? What have you given me that is so profound?”

The man stilled for a moment, then suddenly changed tune and commented. “Amee, please, father is ill. You cannot hold a grudge against him.”

Father? Now Marigold’s stomach sank but she did her best not to show it. “Answer me this, does he not earn my fury after the knife in my gut? Or for the sake of my mother?”

“H-how cruel! Your mother’s death was by her birthing you! If anything you deserved all the pain we gave you! You owe us for taking her!”

“And what of us? You claim you found me just for my abusive father?” A wave of nausea hit Marigold and her head started to sting.

“I had to do what I needed to in order to provide for our family. But now we are running out of money..” He spoke with frustration, his hands shaking at his sides as he glared up at Marigold. “I..father said you were dead, but when I heard of a redhead singing at Versailles..”

Marigold’s eyes widened as she questioned. “How could you become paupers? From your greed?”

“Do not talk down to me!” He snarled and his face grew red as his temper rose. “You left us without our mother, our father hated you by how much you resembled her and fell into madness, you should have just dyed your hair as i warned you!”

She heard enough and jumped down, unsheathed her sword and pointed it at the man’s neck, glaring at his shocked expression. “Pol?”

“W-what are you doing? Don’t aim a blade at your brother!”

“You are not my brother..Osmont is not my father! Never approach me again!”

Marigold sheathed her blade then climbed onto her horse, she smacked the reins and raced out of the slums with Pol yelling after her angrily and desperately. The redhead's eyes watered dangerously, blurring her vision as she raced home to the manor of her master. Her head throbbed and stung with pain as she tried to block out Pol’s words, she did not want to remember, she never wanted to remember since Oscar had found her. When she arrived at the stable her eyes were too swollen for her to even open them, she quickly put her horse in her pen before racing to one of the trees and curling up under the color changing leaves. Marigold pulled her knees to her chest and hid her face in her legs, crying in whimpers and silent hiccups, her hair draped around her as a cover from the world.

A hand touching her shoulder made Marigold gasp and flinch, looking up at Nanny with her tear stained face, the older woman frowned and knelt down to hug the girl. “Oh dear, what’s wrong Marigold?”

“I..i think i remember.”

Nothing else was said and they just held each other, a few minutes later Nanny insisted on getting Marigold to bed and helped her inside. The young woman followed mutely as Nanny helped her to the bed and removed the cloak, then told the girl to rest before leaving the room. Marigold wept silently with dying emotions, her anger and fear was reduced to a numbness, she tried to compile all her thoughts among the new and old memories. She couldn’t remember her mother or father, but now she did not want to after meeting her brother, it was clear that her father despised her for her mothers appearance. At the thought of what kind of woman her mother was, she wondered if she was kind and loving, or would she have been as vile as her father and brother? Marigold would never know now, nor did she even want to ever find out. But that raised some questions, if she were from a noble family or one that made money, does that mean they hid her from others? Was anyone looking for her? Did they lose all their money from impractical needs? The more the young woman thought, the faster she fell into her stupified state of mind.

Without realizing it, hours had passed and it was close to evening, she barely registered the door opening until a hand brushed the red hair from her hazel eyes. Marigold felt drained, but gathered the strength to look up as a gentle kiss was placed on her cheek. “Oscar?”

“Marigold..” Oscar mused softly, helping Marigold lay on her back and looked at her lover in worry. “Your eyes are puffy, what happened?”

“I..I met someone..My brother.” Marigold’s voice croaked out from the dryness and exhausted feeling that weighed her body down into the bed.

Sapphire eyes grew, Oscar sat beside her and whispered her question. “Did he try to hurt you?”

“He threatened me, but I dealt with him.” The hazel eyes closed to wet her agitated eyes. “He was saying how it was my fault my mother passed..that I owe him and my father for being useless and taking away my mother..”

“You owe them nothing, they deserve nothing.” Oscar growled a little, she cupped Marigold’s cheeks and rubbed her thumbs slowly against the freckled skin.

“They lost all their money, they are new to poverty. Oscar, is it wrong of me to believe they have gotten what they deserved?”

“No, they deserve to live in misery after what they put you through.”

“I feel so..tired, Oscar. I’m glad I will never see them again, but my head is swimming in dark clouds.”

“Look at me Marigold.”

She did as she was told and opened her hazel eyes, staring at the blue ones the entire time that Oscar began planting small kisses on her face and lips. Marigold whimpered as she kissed Oscar heatedly, wrapping her arms around the royal guard and deepening the kiss the moment the blonde responded. They stayed in this embrace for a couple minutes before Oscar pulled away and gave a small smile at Marigold, keeping her voice low. “Allow me to pull you back to your home, you are no longer alone and I love you.”

That was the first time Oscar ever said it first, Marigold was normally the one to say ‘I love you’ and would receive a reply, but her heart swelled with joy hearing it from Oscar. “Oscar, I love you too, more than anything.”

They continued to hold each other, only getting up from the bed when it was time to eat, but when nightfall had already come Marigold found herself still alone in Oscar’s bed. The blonde claimed she needed to get some air, yet she has yet to return and it was already so late. When the door to the room did open, Marigold quickly looked to the royal guard as she started to dress down for the night. The blue eyes found hazel quickly and Oscar questioned quietly. “Marigold? Why are you still awake?”

“I..I wanted to make sure you were here.”

“I see, well I am here now, you can sleep.”

“Oscar? Why was there so much tension at the table tonight?” Marigold watched as Oscar froze up. “Are you hiding something?”

She stood tall and proud, but did not turn to look at the redhead, slowly she replied. “I have a duel tomorrow with the Duke. Pistols at dawn.”

A gasp left Marigold and she quickly got out of the bed, ignoring the cold that shocked her body, and hurried to Oscar. “Oscar! I understand your anger towards him, but this is a life! Who are we to play God? And what if he kills you?!”

“Marigold-”

“No! Please yield! Please Oscar, I don't want to lose you!”

“Marigold!” Oscar suddenly snapped back, but quieted her voice down again. “I will not die.”

“Y-you can’t-”

“I promise.”

The redhead felt like crying again, the capable hands of her lover held her shoulders as those sapphire eyes bore into her hazel ones, and that cursed smile of confidence made Marigold nearly whimper. There was no way to talk Oscar out of this, she knew it, nothing would ever talk Oscar out of something she needed to do. Marigold quickly hugged Oscar, her hands shaking as the warm ones of her lover rubbed her back, and the valley of red hair soothed Oscar as the softness brushed against her chest. Without any warning, Oscar swept Marigold up and carried her back to the bed, laying the lithe woman down before getting over her and asking.

“Marigold, may I have more of you tonight?”

The redhead nodded and gave her best smile in return. “Yes, please Oscar..”

Without hesitation, Oscar kissed Marigold roughly, her lips sliding desperately against Marigold’s soft pair. Their tongues immediately met soon after for another duel while Marigold shuddered when Oscar’s left hand began trailing down her body. Her hand was tentative as she explored the redhead’s body, tracing over her collarbone, then dipping down the valley of her breasts and stopping at her scar. Marigold broke the kiss and looked up at Oscar with a gentle expression, noticing how Oscar’s eyes narrowed in conflict. “Oscar..if you’re not ready-”

“I am, I just..I am trying to see how I should pleasure you.”

“Oscar, may I guide you? I can take over.”

Oscar juggled with her pride and worry, but nodded her head and laid down on her back while Marigold moved over her and initiated the next kiss. It was slow and calming, unlike the rushed kiss that Oscar started with, and the redhead sucked lightly on Oscar’s bottom lip for a second before returning to a normal kiss. While Oscar had started to explore with her hand Marigold decided to use her lips, pulling from the kiss she kissed down the blonde’s throat to her chest, her hands resting on Oscar’s hips for the time being. A shudder surprised Marigold as her lips had traced over Oscar’s left breast, and she looked up at the guard to see if she was still comfortable, getting a silent nod in return. Marigold’s lips kissed at Oscar’s breast before her tongue hesitantly brushed against the skin, but as she heard a gasp from the blonde she became more confident and licked at her nipple instead. Oscar was internally struggling, Marigold accepted her no matter what she believed to be, however she knew in the end she was a woman. She wanted to give all she had to Marigold, and that had to start with her learning.

Sapphire eyes watched as Marigold switched to her other breast, and the redhead’s fair hand reached down to brush her fingers on the inside of Oscar’s right thigh, causing her to tense up for a second from the unfamiliar touch. Marigold pulled away from Oscar’s breast to kiss down her stomach, her left hand continuing to slowly brush Oscar’s legs to get her used to the heat, it was then that Oscar felt a tight heat pool down into her nether regions. All of this was unfamiliar, strange, but not unwelcome. Soon, the hand stopped and as did the kissing, Marigold looked up to the flushed face of the blonde and asked softly. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Yes please.” Oscar groaned out, she was anxious for any sort of touch at this time.

Smiling gracefully, Marigold shifted her gaze down and carefully touched the delicate folds with her right index finger, then slowly slid it into Oscar’s virgin hole. A violent jolt made her stop for a moment but Oscar’s eyes blazed with the kind of determination she had protecting someone she cared for, it was a plea not to worry about her. Marigold nodded and leaned up to kiss Oscar again, this time Oscar was incredibly eager and wrapped her arms around Marigold tightly, the blonde moaned against her lover’s lips as she felt the finger within her begin to thrust slowly. Rarely did Oscar present herself as a woman or vulnerable to anyone, it made the woman weary but with Marigold she felt no awkwardness or discomfort, only overwhelming love and trust. A second finger joined the first in quicker succession, a louder moan escaping Oscar’s throat and Marigold releasing a hum of endearment. After they broke the kiss for air, Marigold suddenly shifted down and removed her fingers from the moist opening, moving her tongue in place of her fingers and slowly licked at her entrance. Oscar’s body quivered and she released a low moan, quickly cupping her hand over her mouth she watched Marigold with surprise and continued to sing into her hand in pleasure. Marigold continued to eat her lover out, her heart throbbed painfully in her chest over the idea that she was able to make Oscar feel this good, her tongue dug in deeper with her encouraged thoughts.

Oscar was dizzy from the heat radiating from her body, overcome from the pleasure she never felt, yet it was not nearly enough. The tightening in her stomach was merely a symbol of all she was missing out on, and she wanted it to finally snap. Her hands reached down to grasp at the red hair of Marigold, making a point to tug her closer as she mewled. “Mar-ah~ Marigold- Nngh!”

Marigold’s nails gently clawed at Oscar’s legs, licking faster as she moved one hand closer to her core and her thumb touched the blonde’s clit. That action alone had Oscar gasp out in surprise and a gush of heat left her body, catching Marigold by surprise as she practically drank the sweet nectar. Sitting up, Marigold smiled at Oscar and leaned back over to kiss her again, the blonde was blissed out but quickly became focused as soon as she tasted herself on Marigold’s lips. Suddenly the redhead was turned over and the kiss was abruptly broken, her hazel eyes looking at Oscar in shock as the royal guard began to suck and nip at her neck and collarbone, generating a series of whines and moans from the singer's throat. Oscar has heard her singing before, but this was far more beautiful to her. The urge to hear more and pleasure Marigold to the fullest extent became Oscar’s mission, her right hand moved down to rub at the redhead’s cunt while her left hand occupied itself with fondling Marigold’s right breast.

In comparison to Marigold, Oscar overwhelmed her lover with speed and multiple sensations, whereas Marigold focused on one sensation at a time at a slower pace that was maddening. Oscar wasted no time slipping in two fingers and thrusting them deep into Marigold while also sucking on her neck to leave a dark mark. Hazel eyes rolled up from the fingers within her and prepared to lose herself, but the feeling of Oscar sucking on her pulse kept her grounded from achieving such euphoria. Marigold let out a squeak as she felt a third finger slide in, Oscar’s hands both had strength and tenderness to them while thrusting into her wet heat, leaving her craving for more.

“A-ah, haa~ O-Oscar, it’s too much~”

“I know you can handle it.” Oscar whispered to her, moving her left hand up to cup Marigold’s cheek to plant a kiss on her lips, sliding her tongue in the second their lips connected.

Marigold shook under her lover and attempted to fight back the tongue invading her mouth but lacked the strength. Slender arms reached up to grasp onto Oscar’s shoulders and proceeded to claw into them while moaning her song, receiving a grunt from Oscar as well. Much to Marigold’s disappointment she could feel herself about to come, desperately she tried to hold back to enjoy this passion but Oscar made it increasingly harder with her insistent fingers. Oscar was thankful she had kissed Marigold to hide the scream of pleasure from the rest of the manor, otherwise they would have had some unwanted guests. Marigold’s body arched up as her body pulsed, her core quivering as she felt her juices slide down Oscar’s fingers, the redhead dropped and panted softly for air after Oscar pulled from the kiss. Curiously, the blonde removed her fingers and gently licked the discharge from her fingers, savoring the peculiar taste before grabbing the nearby wash cloth from the water basin and rinsing her hands off.

Hazel eyes watched in devotion to the beautiful guard above her, who gently started to clean the mess on both of their nether regions, she smiled and asked softly. “How did you feel, Oscar?”

Sapphire eyes gazed lovingly in return as a smile graced her features, she set the basin and cloth down to lean over and give another gentle kiss as she answered. “You were wonderful, it all felt so..spellbinding.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Marigold giggled and sighed happily, curling under the covers and waiting for Oscar to join her, quickly wrapping her arms around her lover.

The sapphire eyes continued to watch the hazel ones as they enjoyed the moment of bliss, Oscar’s fingers began to card through the red hair while Marigold planted kisses on Oscar’s arm. Before either of them realized it, sleep held them and continued to hold them through the night until Marigold awoke to find Oscar missing from bed. Fear pierced the young woman’s heart but all she could do was wait until she received news of the duel. Much to her relief, Oscar returned later that day and embraced Marigold, both women overjoyed by their love not being severed by a single bullet. André informed Nanny and Marigold about Oscar’s confinement punishment for accepting the duel, but Oscar was not hurt and that’s all Marigold cared about. They all began to discuss what to do for the month and Oscar commented on how this was the perfect opportunity to visit one of Master Jarjaye’s homes in Arras, much to André’s and Nanny’s surprise. Marigold however was pleased to see how happy Oscar was, perhaps this “confinement” was a well deserved vacation.

#smut #mature themes #rose of versailles #versailles no bara #OC #oscar françois de jarjayes #female relationship #fanfic

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instantpansies · 7 months ago

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i'm not into the wicked lore as much but i'm very into the oz books! here's the answer to that "apparently".

while the tin woodman and scarecrow never *technically, officially* went on a *date*, their relationship is pretty heavily implied. based on the way the books focus on them, they're canonically closer friends than anyone except dorothy and ozma (who are also gay but that's another post). the tin man hung up more portraits of the scarecrow than all his other friends at his tin palace. tincrow lived together for a year because they "couldn't stand to be apart", they spend most of their time together in every book, they constantly talk about each other and praise among other characteristics each other's brains and heart - which are attributes that the scarecrow and the tin woodman, respectively, value above all else in book 1. they come to appreciate the opposite trait through their relationship and the example that the other embodies, and both begin to notice both traits in each other, showing that their relationship progresses over the course of the books and makes both of them better. (spoilers for ozma of oz) scarecrow collapses into the tin man's arms when he learns he's alive after thinking he was gone forever. their priorities go in order: ozma and dorothy (aka queens and country), then each other, then the rest of the world. i love characters whose relationship is second only to duty. the tin woodman is clearly jealous when someone flirts with the scarecrow. they go to great lengths to spend time together, and when something goes wrong, they save each other (literally put each other back together). finally, the big one imo: (spoilers for the tin woodman of oz) the tin woodman still has a sense of duty to the girl he was wooing when he was turned into tin and subsequently rusted in the woods, nimmie amee. despite the relationship he has with the scarecrow (and dorothy and ozma and his other closest friends), he still believes himself incapable of love (bc he's no longer in love with amee), since he supposedly has "a Kind Heart, not a Loving Heart". so, though the scarecrow stands a chance of losing his closest friend, he goes with the tin woodman to find amee and tell her the truth about what happened. he's willing to go that far, and do it joyfully, despite the very real possibility that the tin woodman will fall back in love with amee and leave him and oz behind. not literally bc he'd still be in oz but he would give up his throne, his standing as a royal advisor, his palace, his people, and his constant contact with his friends, but ykwim. luckily as it turns out amee is doing great and has found a new guy and the tin woodman has a weird experience talking to his old body parts and then he and the scarecrow leave with that immense weight off their backs to go frolic in the emerald city again.

tldr, the tin woodman and the scarecrow are extremely devoted to each other. love is real

Wicked speaks to millions because it tells an age old tale.

Two unrealized lesbians fighting over the gay theater boy who ain't shit.

#sorry for the essay but!!!! i have so many feelings about them #wizard of oz #toasty talks #analysis

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 3 years ago

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*sneaks into your asks* ok I’ve been having such bad SE brainrot, I just want to sit in his lap and play with his hair in silence as he grows sleepy. He looks so nice to nap with ;;; and his hair is so *grabby hands*

Oh no need to sneak in, bestie, the window door is wide open

fluffy tomato… soft,,,🥰

SE Saeran x gender neutral reader | Words: 809

It was quiet. A comfortable, peaceful silence had filled the air that day. Perhaps a little uncharacteristic for at least half of the occupants of this household, but it was… nice.

Saeran was a tired person, exhausted in every sense, and at times he would only have the energy to do little more than gaze at the sky with a faraway look in his eyes — mint eyes that no longer constantly bore such a sharp, saturated intensity but had seemingly faded to a watery blue-green that reminded you of the ocean.

One of the best aspects of this new home was the plethora of windows in comparison to the dark bunker underground. It had been your idea to position a sofa facing a particularly large one, and it warmed your heart to see him sitting here, tiny smile on his lips, blanket draped over his shoulders, watching the clouds lazily traverse the cool, light slate blue of the sky. A dim, white light spilled into the otherwise unlit room.

You noticed the lightest pattering on the glass and the ground outside; it was one of those wet autumn days where the sunlight barely peeked out from behind the cloud-filled sky and the grass and the earth was alive and the trees were truly breathing and the flowers outside each window frame looked rejuvenated, covered in gleaming pearls. There was a slight chill sneaking through the closed windows, hence the blanket (he was always cold), but you didn't mind and he didn't seem to either. If anything, it was refreshing.

You gazed at the man with a fond smile. You couldn't help but note how cosy he looked.

Slowly, not wanting to interrupt the quiet atmosphere, you paced across the room to stand directly behind him. He didn't respond but you knew he'd heard you. He always did. You placed one hand gently on his shoulder, feeling him tense slightly before immediately relaxing into your touch, knowing it was you. You moved your hand to rest in his vivid curls, and when he didn't resist, you took to combing your fingers through them, careful not to let them tangle too much.

His hair had always been a striking feature (strikingly beautiful), along with his eyes (piercing your soul), but over time it had grown out, healthy and red and so satisfyingly soft.

At first, he'd been far too exhausted to keep dyeing it as he had done in the past. That and in those earlier times, his brother was far too paranoid to let anything remotely, potentially dangerous into Saeran's vicinity (and for good reason, you had thought sadly).

Now, he keeps it this way by choice, because he likes how it feels. And even more, because you like it and he loves how it makes him feel when you pet and play with it, though he never admits this out loud.

He sighed contentedly as you stroked his soft locks and you could imagine the peaceful look on his face. He only turned his head to look at you when you unraveled your fingers from his hair to circle around the side of the couch, taking a seat by his side.

You nudged against him and tenderly placed the back of your hand on his knee, meeting his gaze. His eyes seemed to soften further as he gave you a small nod, as if knowing exactly what you wanted, and you carefully climbed into his lap. He wrapped his arms and the folds of the large blanket around your frame, huddling you closer to his body, craving your warmth. You happily snuggled into his chest, swinging your legs onto the sofa and placing your feet by his side under the blanket. He was wearing a thick, knitted sweater and he smelled like autumn air.

He leaned his head down slightly and you returned one hand to his hair, feeling his breath on your wrist and the slow movements of his chest. It made you happy to know that your presence relaxed him so much, having met him as someone who was on high alert most of the time. The feeling was mutual, though he never understood why someone like him would make you feel safe and calm, like you did for him.

Nowadays there was ample opportunity to allow yourself to be vulnerable in his space, to remind him that he was not only loved but trusted. It confused him still, even after all this time, but he welcomed the feelings that came with knowing this.

No words were spoken, but you don't need them. Slowly but surely, his eyelids grew heavy and he fell asleep, secure in the feeling of holding onto you. You are his sanctuary and he is yours. You feel the weight of drowsiness, and soon you too are sleeping soundly in his embrace.

#I am so sorry this took SO LONG to get around to love #I've been very busy T-T #but this was truly a delight to write #I imagine you both woke up just staring outside for a while qwq #oh and apologies to everyone else waiting on request writing #I'm working on all of them I promise it's just gonna take me some time #lots going on rn #and I want these to be good #ty for the request milky!! <3 I'm slow at answering atm but I rll appreciate getting them u guys tysm #amee writes #requests #gender neutral reader #saeran x reader #saeran choi #saeran choi x reader #se saeran #se saeran x reader #this is going off the hc that the bois move at some point #prob sometime in the future after they expose the pm #smth I like to think about #also I wrote this w/ the idea in mind that reader was the assistant #but it doesn't have to be read that way #omg now I'm imagining mirae picking up knitting again post-se but properly #and she knits sweaters for all 4 of them and they're so warm and his is the one he's wearing in this scenario #I ended up taking off the title bc it makes the word autumn feel too repetitive #but just know that in my docs this will be labelled 'Quiet Autumn' :)#yeah so what if I want to name a fic after a deltarune ost song

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sincerelyamee · 10 days ago

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If we’re going to find out spices had a whole harem of men can you add Toji in there? Haha

Toji was already dead twice by the time Divine Ruination occurred I feel like it'd be terribly rude to resurrect him again just for that 😂

#amee answers #divine ruination #your life as a tokyo jujutsu high background student #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen

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shima-draws · 4 years ago

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hey ya howdy doodle do I just wanted to say I really love your art🥺 your style is so adorable and pretty and I love it💖

also, I hope I'm not bothering you with this question but do you plan to continue the asas ask blog?

Thank you so much 🥺💕

As of right now? No, probably not. But that’s only because I haven’t played Mysme in a very long time so it’s the last thing on my mind right now

But since I tend to hop fandoms and get hyperfixated on something new every couple weeks. I’m sure that eventually I’ll play through my favorite routes again, so hopefully then I’ll feel motivated enough to come back and do more asks for ASAS ❤️

#Y’all I haven’t even seen any of Saeran’s AE #I STILL DON’T KNOW IF SEVEN IS OKAY #(Don’t tell me I don’t want spoilers)#Shima answers questions #Mystic Messenger #I miss ASAS tho. Maybe one day I’ll come back to it again #amee-racle

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cool-skeleton-93 · 4 years ago

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Have you met your underfell counterpart?

WHAT IS UNDERFELL??

#this boi doesn't really have knowledge of aus #I haven't answered an ask in so long #mod: amee #ask papyrus #anonymous

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ameenvie · 1 year ago

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Bubbles - jamie tartt x fem!reader

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"i'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk"

Word count: 1.3k Warnings: nsfw, smut, minors DNI!, bathtub sex, fingering, teasing Tags: smut, fluff Prompt/Summary: Kinktorber day 2: Bath/shower A/N: Hi loves! 🥰 This is a much shorted Jamie fic based on the 2nd day prompt of THIS awesome kinktober prompt list by @flightlessangelwings. I hope you all enjoy it, any feedback is highy appreciated as I'm still getting the hang of this! :') (Btw where do y'all find those awesome aesthetic pictures for your fics, its so hard 😭) xxx, Amee

“I’m home!” You exclaimed as you stepped through the door into your home, but silence was all you got as an answer. Right - you thought. Jamie was still at practice.

Your legs hurt from being on your feet all day and you wanted nothing more than having a little alone time to relax and unwind, so you kicked off your shoes and dropped your jacket down before you headed towards the bathroom.

You lit your favourite fall-scented candle and descended into the hot water. You felt all your muscles relax and you closed your eyes, the warm water swirled around your bare skin, the smell of the candle filled your nose and you felt like the hardships of the day just washed away – now only a distant memory in the back of your mind.

You weren’t sure how much time you spent like that, but the sound of the front door opening brought you back to reality.

“Babe, I’m home!” You heard Jamie’s voice and the sound of the door closing behind him.

“I’m in here!” you replied. There was a second of silence, a small thud as he dropped his bag to the floor, then footsteps approaching before he opened the bathroom door. His hair was a little dishevelled and wet just like his clothes.

“Are you alright?” you asked as you looked up at him.

“Just got caught up in the rain, love. Mind if I join?” he asked with a cheeky smile before he took off his t-shirt in a quick motion then the rest of his clothes. „Scooch over, will ya’?”

You couldn't help but smile and oblige his request as you moved to the end of the tub so he can get in and settle behind your back. He spread his legs and you adjusted yourself between them and laid against his chest. You looked up at him and he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Welcome home” you mused as he hugged you tight to his chest and kissed your temple. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. You enjoyed this silent moment together, your bodies wrapped around each other as you held his arms that pulled you flush against his naked body, not an inch of space between the two of you.

After a bit he couldn't resist the temptation anymore and kissed your neck. He pressed a soft kiss just under your ear, then he traced his plump lips against your neck before he settled on your shoulder, nibbing and kissing your wet skin. You tilted your head backwards to give him better access which he gladly took. You moved your hand and tangled your fingers in his hazelnut locks as you pulled him closer.

You felt your body heat up as his skin flushed against yours and he bit down on your neck softly, not enough to leave a mark but enough to leave a tingling sensation in its wake. The water was hot, but you still felt his skin burning against yours.

He slowly shifted his hand from hugging you to cradling your breast, massaging and caressing them. You let out a shaky breath and involuntary bucked your hips as you felt arousal wash over your body. You turned to Jamie and whispered his name against his lips.

He looked down at you with half hooded eyes before he pulled you into another kiss, this time it wasn’t as soft and slow as before – it was hungrier, he pushed his tongue against your lips, urging you to grant him access which you happily did. You parted your lips and in a heartbeat his tongue was on yours, dancing in perfect rhythm, fighting for dominance before you had to break apart for air. You bit his lower lip before you felt his free hand snake down your abdomen. He took his sweet time before he started caressing your inner thigh, his touch light as a feather which gave you goosebumps and made you a whimpering mess.

His other hand gently pinched and flicked your nipple while he kissed you. His touch felt so good, his hand on you everywhere, you couldn't take the teasing anymore. You moaned into his mouth as you kissed and rolled your hips to get him to touch you where you needed him the most.

„Jamie, touch me please” you whined, which earned you a low moan from him. He looked into your eyes before slowly moving his fingers closer and closer to your throbbing core. He was such a tease, he loved how much you wanted him, how you pleaded and begged for him to make you feel good, make you feel so good you saw stars. He took his time resting his fingers on your lower abdomen, tracing slow circles there before finally touching your swollen clit.

You moaned under his touch, and his finger stilled before he started to circle it around your sensitive bud. There was no rush in his movements, he took his time, drinking in every involuntary movement, every whine, moan, and hitched breath you let out, studying your reaction and adjusting his technique to make you feel as good as you deserved.

His other hand never left your boob, caressing and squeezing and teasing relentlessly, his mouth trailed your neck, kissed and bit your earlobe, whispering sweet nothings about how gorgeous you were, his good girl. His finger left your clit and you whined at the loss, but he shushed you as he traced it along your folds as he aligned his finger with your dripping entrance before he pushed it into you.

„Fucking hell, love. You’re so wet” he groaned before quickly adding another finger. You rolled your hips against his palm which caused him to push deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot. He adjusted his position and pressed his thumb against your clit while his other fingers were still buried deep inside you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, and you felt his erection press against you.

He drew perfect circles on you and curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside you, causing your breaths to become shallow, your words uncoherent. The pleasure was building rapidly inside you, and you felt the knot tighten in your belly more and more each second. You grabbed the edge of the tub to try to keep yourself together, but his lips on your neck, one of his hands teasing your nipple and the other being between your legs started to become too much to handle. Your high was approaching rapidly. You threw your head back against his shoulder and pulled him closer with your hand in his hair.

„I- I’m gonna’ come, Jamie” you stuttered, rolling your hips against him faster, and he matched the pace, pressing his fingers into you deeper as the movement of his thumb never faltered on you.

“I know, love” he replied as he pressed a soft, sloppy kiss on your neck, sucking your skin a little. You felt every muscle in your body wind up, like a rubber band that’s about to snap any second. You gripped Jamie’s thigh next to you and dug your nails into his skin, which caused him to hiss at the sensation.

“Be my good girl, c’mon babe” he whispered into your ear, and you rolled your hip against his palm one final time before everything came crushing down, your toes curled and all the tension in your body released. White took over your vision as you came down from your high with his fingers still inside you.

He leaned down and pulled you into a sloppy kiss and rested his forehead against yours, a few of stray strands of hair tickled your face.

“I love you” you whispered, and he smiled with one of those sweet, innocent and purely happy smiles of his.

“I love you too” he replied and pulled you into another kiss.

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