#and every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips and i was making you a wish in every skylineeee

[mviswidow]

more than you know

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: Nat and R get high together & fuck (a tiny bit of fluff at the end)

Content Warnings: NSFW!! switch!natasha; oral; fingering; marijuana use

A/N: i don't write smut often but i'm hoping this is good🫠

“I’ll take another hit,” Natasha murmurs after a couple minutes of silence, and you nod in response, taking your cart out of your pocket and handing it over. 

“Thanks.”

You manage to look away from the window that held a beautiful view of the city’s skyline that had captivated you both and look over to Natasha, who was just as beautiful (if not more). You watch her inhale, her tolerance is impressive since she doesn’t seem to smoke often. 

“Are you like a secret stoner or something?” You probe, turning to sit facing her, sinking further into the couch.

“I used to smoke when I got back from missions for a couple months but I started to get a little dependent on it so I only smoke weed when I’m offered now. For the most part.”

You hum in acknowledgement, “I have to smoke to get to sleep every once in a while.”

Natasha lazily turns her head in your direction, it urges you to continue.

“It’s usually when I don’t have missions that I have the most trouble getting sleep. I’m less exhausted and my mind kind of just goes everywhere and I get stressed - it becomes a lot to handle sober sometimes.”

“I know the feeling,” she nods, a sad smile on her face.

There’s a lull between the two of you and you study her face. Her eyes look a little squinty but they shine in the darkness nonetheless; her cheeks are tinged a gentle pink color that’s difficult to make out. You’re in a bit of a trance, letting your eyes gaze upon Natasha as you did the city’s skyline - refusing to miss any details. 

The corners of her full lips quirk up into a real smile and she shakes her head, feeling slightly scrutinized by your gaze but knowing better than to believe that you mean for her to feel that way, “What?”

“I’m just looking at you,” you say, as if you’d looked at her that way many times before. (You have, she’s just never caught you.)

“Why?” her brows pinch together.

“I want to. You’re beautiful.”

Natasha’s cheeks are a deeper pink now. Her pupils are dilated and her lips part as she glances down to your own.

“I told myself I wouldn’t do this with you,” she says, and it sounds like she’s reprimanding herself.

“But you want to?” you hum, leaning forward with an eyebrow raised.

“More than you know.”

“I’m not scared of you.”

“Maybe you should be,” she rasps, pulling you in by the back of your neck and crashing your lips together.

Her lips are softer than you could have imagined but Natasha is rough, eager to explore every inch of you. 

You moan at the sensation of her tongue in your mouth and it spurs her on. She kisses you feverishly and you try to keep up. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to ignore the growing discomfort between your legs.

Natasha bites and pulls at your bottom lip for a quick moment before moving to attack your neck. Your hand comes up to her hair and gets lost in her red tresses, rolling your hips into hers on instinct when you feel her nip at your pulse point.

She hums in satisfaction at your reaction and is quick to situate her thigh in between your legs, giving you some friction.

You suddenly feel her warm fingertips underneath your shirt, ghosting up your torso. They graze the bottom of your breast as she leans back up to kiss you once again, “You’re gorgeous.”

Natasha is more gentle this time and she smiles against your lips when your breath hitches in response to her finding your nipple, rolling it between her fingers and tugging.

“Nat, please,” you gasp when she pinches your nipple, your brain fuzzy from your high and your arousal.

“What do you want, detka?” she murmurs, lifting your shirt over your head. She almost moans at the sight of you. 

Her hot mouth connects with your nipple with haste and your breath leaves you.

Nat chuckles before sucking a hickey on your breast, “C’mon, baby. You can tell me.”

“I need you,” you whimper. “Fuck me, please, Nat.”

She groans against your chest and tugs your sweatpants off. Her hand finds its place between your thighs quickly and you arch into her when she enters you with two fingers.

“God, yes,” you pant, head thrown back as your nails dig into her shoulder.

You can see the satisfaction on Nat’s face as she watches you desperately buck your hips to meet her fingers as they thrust into you. She can’t believe how wet you are for her and it only makes her go faster.

“Can’t be too loud, detka,” she warns you after noticing you’d become pretty loud, drunk off her fingers. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”

Natasha leans down to kiss you once again, muffling the expletives and moans that had been leaving your mouth. 

You’re sure that your lips will be bruised in the morning but you can’t bring yourself to care because you feel so good. Natasha’s fingers are curling inside you at a fast and steady pace and you know it won’t be long until you’re cumming on her fingers. 

Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth and you’re biting it so hard you think you may bleed. 

All you can do is pull Nat closer to you as you throw your head back in ecstasy. She knows you’re close when she starts feeling your muscles clenching, “Show me how good I make you feel.”

Your torso jolts forward and you can’t stop the moan that leaves the back of your throat.

You whine as Natasha works you through your orgasm. She won’t stop until she’s milked as much of it as she can, “That’s it, detka.”

Once you’ve stilled, she removes her fingers from inside of you. You can barely form a thought as you watch her suck her fingers clean before she takes another hit of your cart and blows it up into the air.

Watching her lights a fire inside of you and before you know it, you’re pushing her back on the couch and stripping her of her shorts.

You can tell that her head is swimming from the hit she just took and how fast you’re moving but you don’t give her time to react. You quickly pull down her panties and situate yourself between her legs.

You want to spend time kissing as much of her thighs as you can, but Natasha tangles her fingers in your hair, pushing you down to where she wants you and leaving no room for argument.

You don’t find time to be bothered because all you want right now that you’re in front of her is to hear the beautiful sounds that she makes while you’re bringing her to her climax.

You moan as you lap up the wetness that has collected between her lips, making her hips rut forward.

Nat’s brows knit together when you start to circle her clit with your tongue. Your eyes are glued to her beautiful face as she whimpers quietly, mouth open in pleasure.

Her thighs feel delicious, tightening around your head, and you think this must be what heaven is like. 

Upon entering Natasha with a finger, her heel begins to dig into your back, urging you impossibly closer. 

“More, please,” she croaks, and who are you to deny her of what she wants? 

Nat is reduced to moans when you enter her with another finger and the only thing she seems to remember how to say is your name. You couldn’t be happier.

You pay extra attention to her clit, alternating between sucking and flattening your tongue to give her as much friction as possible as she practically rides your face. 

Without warning, Natasha throws her head back, red fiery hair splaying out on the couch, and lets out a long, low moan. Her fingers tighten in your hair and she holds you in place as she rides out her orgasm.

When she releases your hair, you lick her clean before coming up to kiss her slowly, letting her taste herself on your tongue.

You break away to look at her, really just wanting to admire how beautiful she is for a minute, but you notice that she looks a little sad all of a sudden.

“What is it?” You whisper with haste, now worried that you did something wrong.

“Please tell me this isn’t the last time I get to kiss you.”

You smile in relief, “It won’t be, I promise.” 

[mendesblurb]

We were staying in Paris

Shawn Mendes x female reader

Warning ⚠️: mostly fluff, maybe grammar error and maybe some punctuation errors

Word count:~500

A/N: The story idea and concept are classic and predictable; your girl just couldn’t help but write something inspired by this picture. Also, it’s three weeks late; better late than never? And this is my first story in 2024? 🙈 P.S. Should I write a longer and maybe some more steamy story with this picture? 🤪

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In the heart of Paris, in a hotel room with a balcony overlooking the city that served as the backdrop for a love story as it was unfolding in the early hours of dawn. You lay nestled in the warmth of the bed beside your boyfriend as your fingers intertwined with his. As the first tendrils of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Shawn stirred awake, his eyes blinking open to the soft glow of morning. 

He savoured the moment's stillness a little while before gently extricating himself from the embrace, slipping out of bed, and heading to the bathroom. The cool floor beneath his bare feet offers a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the bed. He was going to return to bed, but instead, he made his way to the balcony, drawn by the promise of a tranquil morning amidst the bustling city below.

As he leaned against the railing, taking in the breathtaking view before him, he couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the Parisian skyline bathed in the soft hues of dawn. The Eiffel Tower stood tall and majestic in the distance, a precious sight. Lost in thought, he reached for a cigarette, the flame casting a flickering glow on his face as he took a contemplative drag.

Unbeknownst to him, you had stirred awake in his absence, your gaze lingering on the spot where he had once laid.

There you were, quietly making your way to the balcony, and you found him lost in reverie with the smoke curling around him like a halo in the morning light. With a soft throat clearing, you announced your presence, a playful glint dancing in your eyes.

"Good morning, stranger," You greeted, voice laced with amusement as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

A little startled, he turned to find you standing before him, a radiant smile lighting up her features as he leaned in for a kiss.

"Good morning, ma chÃrie," He greeted back before discarding his cigarette and nestling closer. It didn’t take long for his eyes to linger around you, and eventually falling upon the shirt you were wearing, a mischievous twinkle lighting up his gaze, “I believe that’s my shirt.” 

"Oh yeah, I hope you don't mind," You began, fingers tracing the fabric of the shirt, "I may have borrowed this from you,” You continued slyly as your lips curled into a grin as he took in the sight of you wearing his shirt, the fabric draping over your frame in a way that seemed almost too perfect.

"Shirt stealer," he remarked, his voice tinged with sincerity as he reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Moments later, as the sun continued its ascent, casting a golden glow over the city, you both remained on the balcony, lost in each other's embrace and the beauty of the Parisian sunrise. 

"By the way, I'm never returning this shirt,” You added, breaking the silence with a mischievous grin. 

In response, Shawn just chuckled, his eyes sparkling with affection, “Thank you for letting me know," he replied, pulling  you closer than before, “But It looks better on you anyway."

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Story Code:05042409

[shidouryusm]

little universe - gojo satoru x reader

synopsis: in the last hours of dusk you realise how much Satoru means to you

word count: 1.4k

content: soft satoru, way too soft reader, fluff.

a.n - im too disgustingly soft for this towering paintbrush. I will kiss his eyes a thousand times

The summer sky casted an endless blue, painting the skyline with her depth. Somewhere in the distance, the silence of this passing hour was cut by the songs of cicadas. and in the midst, you see Satoru. sitting on the porch, propped against the door.  a hand resting against his cheek as his eyes reach the infinity of the blue ahead of him. 

“toru?” your voice prompting him to break the unsaid staring contest and look at you. You bring your hand, raking through his hair, it’s muscle memory for you at this point. His hair, slightly damp from the shower earlier,was flattened over his forehead, tufts of it covering the cerulean eyes. His hair felt like light clouds drifting through your fingers,holding a softness in it that makes you wanna play with it forever. 

Satoru hums, feeling your touch. a sweet smile playing along his lips as he watches you take a seat beside him.

“you planning something devious? sitting like that.”, gojo laughs– a small breathy laughter, escaping his nostrils. his lips curving into his one sided smile upon your words.“can’t a man enjoy the simplicity of the nature. must I always be doing something”

“well, you aren’t exactly the type to…meditate under the nature, 'toru. it’s natural for me to conclude you’re probably plotting” you slash your hand against your throat “– world destruction or something nefarious like that. I'm not opposed at all though” you shrug your shoulders.

Gojo laughs again, a bit louder this time. his childish chuckle mixing with the buzz of the cicadas. A swarm of giddiness runs down your spine at his unadulterated boyishness. 

“Is this what you feel about me, darling? well, that’s saddening”, his large hand wraps you around your shoulder, pulling you against him, your body flush against the sides as you encircle your arm around his waist, you feel his thumb rubs small circles on your shoulder. Satoru presses a small kiss between your eyes before resting his cheek against you. An act of sheer comfort and tranquility. 

Silence veils over you both once again as you watch the blue sky deepening her shade, encroaching the night’s call. The colour of it resembling your lover’s eyes inadvertently making you look at them.

His eyes holds depth you can’t bring yourself to fathom. eyes that have witnessed acts you wish you could reverse time and undo. eyes that have seen through the uglies of the world that sometimes all you want is to wrap your hands around and protect them.

Yet these eyes hold unbounded beauty. eyes that conveys infinite promises to you. eyes that have never left the glint of mischievousness.

Eyes with so many layers of blue that you could sit down and point them out. Eyes even beautiful than the spread of the sky above and eyes that has left you falling more and more for him every passing day. 

“thinking something about me, sweetheart?” his drawling voice brings you back. His eyes are narrowed at you, eyebrows raised, as he brings his face closer. His nose brushes against your temples, small breaths tickling the skin, while he plants a sudden, sloppy and a rather wet kiss on your cheek. “you wanna go in for some–”

“Toru, that is vile. did you just smear your spit on me” you scrunch your face, touching the damp spot on your cheek where he kissed.

“Why you’re acting like I don’t do it every nigh….HEY OW OKAY SORRY” you pinch his sides with your arm that was wrapped around his waist. Glowering at him before resuming to lean against his chest, “sit here quiet and nicely.” 

“so mean.” you hear him mutter before tightening his hold on you, bringing you even closer. You smile, feeling his head resting against you again, as he releases a contented sigh. 

A waft of wind blows through the front porch. You watch the overgrown lawn swaying along the rhythm. There’s a sense of vulnerability in this moment, with the lingering hues of the fleeting blue hour. You and him. Unprotected yet so shielded within each other. 

Satoru’s heartbeat echos through your ear. The constant murmurs of his heart that is too big for his own good, sends your thoughts to an overdrive. 

His cheeky persona has always masked the care and love he harbours for the younger generation. His countless attempts have always wanted to set apart the world from the raw ugliness that he had to endure. His growth over the years has set himself on the pedestal of “the honored one”. A beacon of hope. The strongest of the Jujutsu world. A one man army to fix every twisted mess of Jujutsu.

But to how many is he Satoru? A raging sweet-tooth who takes drink orders, unimaginably sweeter for a normal human. A guy with a palm-in-the-face dressing sense. Someone who will mess up the bathroom in the mornings.Someone who will purposely use your shower stuff because it feels like you’re with me always. Someone who will pout and jut his lips to get something they want, too endearing for you to stick to your uptightness. Someone who purposely spoils a movie for you if he watched it ahead.

Someone who displays all the pride in the world while mentioning his students as if they are his flesh and blood,often treating them with whatever they demand. Someone who has a laughter ringing like a dulcet, and someone who is just…purely Satoru. 

You raise your head, facing him as you cup his cheek. A little sudden to surprise him but nonetheless melting into the touch. Your thumb rubs the rosy apple of his cheek, while his lips press a quick kiss to the inside of your palm. 

“don’t you get tired, toru?” your voice dripping with earnesty, your eyes pleading him to say yes just so you can say take some rest. 

Your insides points accusatory fingers to the world to make them see him as him. To let him take a break. To let him be his old self.

“I certainly do. I just wanted some sexy time with you and you turned me down. Im tired of being heartbroken all the time, baby”, satoru feigns sadness, closing his eyes with mocking despair. You shake your head, knowing he would avert it. 

 “Toru, you know what I’m talk-”

He stops you mid sentence with an abrupt small kiss, his lips tentatively hovers over yours before completely resting them. His large hand palming most of your face, tucking a hair behind your ear. 

The kiss, unlike every other, held unsaid words. As if your toru understood what you meant and conveys the answers wordlessly through shared lips and breaths. 

He pulls away, tucking your head against the crevice of his neck,his hands tangled in your hair, “I have you, my sweets. You may be a little obnoxious, leaving my heart into pieces, but having you is enough for me. more than enough if possible” his soft voice resonates in your ears.

Your throat feels lumpy at his words, arms tightening their hold on him. His admission filling a gap in your heart you never knew you had. You understand what he meant. The world may be oblivious to this side of his, but you aren’t. 

The vulnerability that he pours out to you singles you out from them. The rest may anchor themselves on him, but he rests on you – forever will. A piece of his youth has still remained and it is cradled safe in your hearts. Away from the world, forming a makeshift universe – holding just you and him.

He may be the strongest to the world but he was Satoru to you. The messy haired teenager you somehow managed to fall in love with. The haughty second year who grew into an individual filled with love bigger than the sky and compassion touching ends of the universe. It was your Satoru amidst the “honoured one”

“Well, you’re stuck with me now, no matter how much obnoxious you find me. You dug yourself a hole with this one”, a kiss plants against his chest, right where his heart is. right where the unbroken universe of yours resides. 

“Oh did I? how unfortunate of me”

As the last light of the fleeting evening hides under the blanket of nightfall, you make a promise to safeguard this Satoru away from the broken world. 

oh to kiss this dumbass between the eyes and keep him in my pocket

oh tagging @stsgluver because baby said so

[ginxyy]

The First Kiss

The first kiss between You and Wonwoo Shouldn’t have happened but looking out at the city anything became possible.

It was a balmy summer evening when everything changed between us. The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the slightly open curtains, draping the living room in a warm, ethereal glow. I had been invited to the band’s apartment once again, a place that had started to feel like a second home. Music flowed from the speakers, intertwining with the laughter echoing from the kitchen where the members busied themselves with dinner preparations. My heart fluttered with excitement a mix of exhilaration and a sense of something more forbidden that lay beneath the surface.

Mingyu, my boyfriend and Wonwoo's best friend, moved about with effortless charm, playfully stealing bites of the food he was meant to be cooking. I watched him with fondness as he insisted I try a new recipe he was perfecting. It was moments like this that strengthened the bond we shared; yet, tonight, something about the atmosphere felt charged. I couldn’t shake the feeling of longing an inexplicable pull toward Wonwoo, who was leaning against the wall, observing the chaos unfold with an amused expression.

Wonwoo had always been mysterious to me. His quiet, observant demeanor held an allure that was impossible to ignore. While I had come to adore Mingyu, there was an unspoken chemistry between me and Wonwoo that lingered in the air whenever we were together. Our playful banter during late-night conversations had often left me wondering if there was more to our connection. My heart raced at the thought, electricity coursing through my veins every time our eyes met.

As the evening advanced and laughter filled the room, we drifted apart from the lively chaos of cooking and wandered outside to the small balcony that overlooked the city. The view was breathtaking, the skyline punctuated with vibrant lights that twinkled like stars. I leaned against the railing, inhaling the warm summer breeze, enjoying the moment and the feeling of freedom.

Wonwoo joined me, his presence making the air around us shimmer. I could feel the familiar weight of his gaze upon me, a combination of warmth and intensity that sent shivers down my spine. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he remarked, his voice low and melodic. Just as I turned to reply, he moved closer, the distance between us diminishing, drawing me into a world where only we existed.

“It is,” I whispered, my breath becoming shallow as the heat of his body enveloped me. The way he looked at me, with those dark, expressive eyes, ignited something within me something I tried so hard to suppress. But like a tidal wave, my heart surged, longing for a closeness that felt just out of reach.

Suddenly, our laughter faded, replaced by a more profound silence, charged with unspoken words and shared breaths. It was in that moment that everything shifted. We were on the precipice of something intoxicatingly forbidden, a reality that threatened to unravel the delicate tapestry of our lives.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with hesitation yet tinged with hope. My heart raced as his words echoed in my mind, but before I could summon a response, he leaned in, closing the space between us, and pressed his lips against mine.

That first kiss erupted into a whirlwind of heated moments soft and tentative at first, but quickly devolving into something more fervent, more consuming. I melted against him, surrendering to the wave of emotion that crashed over me, taking my breath away. My hands found their way into his dark hair, pulling him closer, wanting to lose myself in this heated embrace. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of longing, urgency, and unexpressed desires.

But even in that moment of sheer bliss, my heart wrenched at the thought of Mingyu, his laughter still echoing in the back of my mind. The weight of my choices threatened to drown me in guilt. Would he understand? Would he forgive me for crossing that line? My heart battled within my chest, torn between loyalty to Mingyu and the undeniable spark that ignited between Wonwoo and myself.

Just then, the door swung open, and in walked Dino, his expression morphing from surprise to horror in the blink of an eye. Time seemed to freeze as our eyes locked mine wide with shock, Wonwoo’s with panic. The world around me blurred into nothingness, the joyous laughter of the kitchen quieting to an eerie hush as reality crashed down like thunder.

“W-what are you guys doing?” Dino stuttered, his face morphing with confusion and disbelief. The warmth of our earlier passion evaporated, leaving nothing but a chill that crept in with the abrupt intrusion.

I pulled away from Wonwoo, the warmth of his body suddenly feeling like fire against my guilt-ridden skin. My eyes darted between the two boys—the innocent, curious Dino and the conflicted Wonwoo, who had opened this door I never intended to go through.

“I—” I stumbled over my words, searching for something to say that could untangle this mess, but no excuse felt right. The truth lay heavy on my tongue, yet the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I felt nothing but shame and regret. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for… this to happen.”

Dino’s expression shifted from shock to disappointment, the playful sparkle in his eyes replaced with hurt. “Mingyu is going to be heartbroken,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of those words landed like a stone in my chest.

Wonwoo’s hand slipped from mine, and the disillusionment settled in. “We’re going to talk,” he said, clearly struggling to maintain a semblance of composure. He turned to Dino, who stood frozen, as if trying to understand the complexity of it all. I wanted to reach out, to explain, but all I felt was the suffocating panic of what I had put into motion.

As Wonwoo and I slipped back inside, the laughter from the kitchen seemed distant, like echoes of a life I was suddenly unsure of. Our moment, charged with possibility and passion, had quickly spiraled into something messy and painful. I was left standing on the edge of a precipice, feeling the ground beneath my feet beginning to crumble.

In the heavy silence that followed, I realized that our blissful moment could not be reclaimed. Choices had been made, and the consequences were now weaving paths I couldn’t control. As I caught a glimpse of the life I had envisioned with Mingyu the laughter, the warmth, the love I couldn’t shake the realization that I had momentarily stepped out of that life and into a world of desires that would forever linger in the shadows.

I had to face the heart I had unwittingly fractured. In that moment, I understood the weight of the kiss shared with Wonwoo, a fleeting encounter that had opened a door to endless possibilities, yet trapped me in a web of complexity I wasn’t ready to confront. I could only hope that whatever lay ahead wouldn’t shatter the bonds we had all intricately woven; bonds of love, friendship, and the dreams of young hearts entwined.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland (Doctor Who AU)

Charles and Edwin stand on the observation deck outside of the tower, behind a giant window to space outside. They are still a bit damp from their trip into the star whale's guts, their clothes needing to be changed, but how can Edwin think about laundry when Charles' hands are on his shoulders?

Edwin is trying not to focus on the feeling of Charles’ hands through his drying sweater, because they’ve held hands several times while running on cases but this is so close, closer than ever before, because there have always been Edwin’s leather gloves between their palms but Charles’ thumb is gentle against the side of Edwin’s neck, hotter than the time vortex ever could be.

“You know, mate,” Charles says, and he has this smile that is brighter than the Heart of the TARDIS itself, that smile that Edwin can and has died for, “Crystal was right about the star whale. All that pain and misery and loneliness, and it just made it kind.”

And Edwin knows that Charles likes Crystal. He knows that he himself is even starting to like Crystal, albeit not quite in the same manner.

But in this moment, it’s hard to look Charles Rowland in the eyes and not remember how the stars tasted against his lips.

So Edwin smiles right back at Charles, and his own smile is nowhere as bright, but the corners of Charles’ eyes crinkle and it’s more beautiful than a supernova. Charles Rowland is a damn wonder of nature, of humanity, and he’s not Edwin’s, not entirely, but Edwin is lucky to have what parts of him he can. He is fortunate beyond fortune to have whatever parts of Charles Rowland he can have: his laugh echoing through the infinite corridors of the TARDIS, his smile directed at Edwin like sunlight, his hand in Edwin’s as they run across planets and cities and space stations.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, leads you here despite your destination (under the milky way tonight)

Meanwhile a man was falling from space As he hit the Earth I left this place Let the atmosphere surround me A satellite beside me And every city was a gift And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips And I was making you a wish In every skyline

-Florence + The Machine, How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

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[spnbabe67]

Cry Little Girl, Nobody Does It Like You Do

Kinktober Day 26: Dacryphilia (S.B)

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Original Female Character

Warnings: Smut, PiV, Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering, Oral (F. Rec)

Summary: Part two to She Keeps Me Up

Word Count: 1597

Authors Note: Title inspired by the song Daddy Issues by The Neighborhood.

Their penthouse overlooking the New York skyline was spacious, an entire wall of their bedroom was entirely floor to ceiling windows framed with blackout curtains for those mornings after drinking and snorting too much into their systems. Not that the hangover was anything compared to what they were like back before the Compound V coursing through her veins, but the loud sounds of NYC was already a headache waiting to happen without the factor of drugs and alcohol to contend with. The Alaskan king sat squarely against the far wall of the bedroom, the sheets rarely made with how often they make a mess of them. 

Today wasn’t an exception, the ruffled charcoal sheets embracing Odessa as Ben tossed her onto the mattress. She laughed as she bounced once, twice, before stretching out her arms and legs, her auburn hair fanning out around her head. The metallic clanking of buckles and the hushing of leather and cloth hitting the floor reached her ears as she knew Ben was stripping out of his suit. 

Odessa hummed, a smile curling her lips upwards as the bed dipped below her, Ben’s warm body crawling over her. Her legs fell open to accommodate for his shoulders to notch between them as he kissed his way up her belly, paying attention to every spot, no matter how miniscule, that had her squirming below him, already revved back up. Finally, she was able to savor the feel of his bare body, feel his warmth above her as his mouth found her navel in the form of open mouthed kisses. 

Odessa knotted her fingers in his hair, her other hand gripping the sheets in an attempt to steady herself, to keep herself grounded as Ben chuckled darkly against her belly, green eyed gaze catching hers from between her legs. His arm hooked around her thigh, fingers delving into the patch of neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs, tracing his fingertip against her folds and damn near everywhere but where she wanted him.

“Ben.” Odessa ground out, her hips flexing upwards in an attempt to guide his hand to her heat. “What’d I say about your teasing?” 

“If you tell me what you want I might not hafta resort to teasing.” Ben countered from between her legs, emphasizing his words with a squeeze to her thigh, removing his hand from her heat all together.

“More, Ben. Just touch me goddamnit!” Odessa growled, tugging harshly on his hair, desperately seeking some attention to her throbbing clit. 

She didn’t like his mischievous smirk etched upon his lips, the dangerous glint in his eye right before he pressed on. But Odessa quickly forgot about it at the first pass of his tongue against her soaked core, glistening with her own slick mixed with his spend from their kitchen escapades. At first blush you’d think a guy like Ben would balk at the idea of eating his own cum, but he enthusiastically explored her folds with his tongue, letting the muscle delve into her entrance before dragging upwards to flick her clit. Odessa rutted her hips against his mouth, his trimmed beard scratching the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs adding to the plethora of overwhelming sensations across her body. Her head fell back against the bed, eyes fluttering shut as that pull in her low belly started to grow tighter and tighter. Almost, almost. 

Then Ben, the bastard, pulled away right as the coil was primed to snap. Odessa propped herself up on an elbow, mouth falling open. “Did you just-”

Her protests were cut short as Ben attached his lips back around her clit, sucking hard. His ministrations pulled breathy moans from her as that wave of euphoria started building again, her shaky thighs growing tight around his head.  Her breathing had long since turned into ragged panting, desperately pulling in as much oxygen into her lungs. Odessa practically vibrated with the anticipation coursing through her system, inching closer and closer to that high. 

“Benjamin!” Odessa followed his name with a string of curses as he pulled away at the last second. 

The son of a bitch had the gall to chuckle against her desperate pussy. Odessa went to pull away, frustrated and thoroughly done with his antics, but he quickly ensnared her hips with his arms, and for all the superhuman abilities granted to her, she wasn’t as strong as him. Again his teeth closed around her clit, pulling a desperate whine from her lips. Her thoughts had started to go lazy, unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of Ben’s hot mouth suckling at her clit, his tongue circling her entrance before plunging it in and out of her. His name fell from her lips encased in a plea for more, more, more. She felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes as finally that ebbing and flowing wave of euphoria crashed over her, a ragged moan clawing its way up her throat, back arching clear off the bed, toes curling

But her relief was short lived as Ben’s mouth continued its assault on her oversensative folds. His iron-clad hold on her hips made it impossible for her to worm away from his relentless tongue continuing to flick along her clit so that her fruitless attempts to squirm away from the overstimulating sensations only made it worse. She choked on a breath as another orgasm sent shocks down her spin. It was so much, the tears that had been pricking at her eyes starting to well up, trickling down the sides of her face.

“Too much. I’s ‘nough.” Odessa slurred, so far gone to form a coherent sentence, blinking away the saltwater brimming in her eyes.

“I thought you wanted more, Dess.” Ben feigned innocent, not bothering to pull his mouth, beard soaked with her slick, far from her core. The rumble of his voice only made the overstimulation worse. “Only givin’ you what you wanted.”

Odessa cursed him, still trying to worm away to no avail. Ben continued his assault, pulling another orgasm from her trembling body until tears streamed down her face and down the apples of his cheeks. At last Ben pulled away from her sopping core crawling up her body, his lips marking his trail. With each new tear rolling down her face she felt his cock twitch against her inner thigh, the tip already weeping with a bead of precum. He dipped his head down to drag the tip of his tongue along the damp tracks her tears had left. Odessa had half a mind to push him off her, say ‘fuck you’ to his teasing. But she wasn't really all that mad, the bastard was too cunning for his own good; he followed her instructions to a ‘T’. 

“Got nothin’ to say now, do ya?” He raised his eyebrows at her as he reached down to guide the head of his cock through her folds, instantly reinvigorating her waning sensitivity. 

She rolled her eyes, pulling him down to kiss her. Odessa could taste her slick strongly on his tongue as she swept her own into his mouth in the same breath his cock bullied its way into her. Her legs fell open to allow his waist to slot between them, his thrusts slow but sharp each time he pistoned his hips into hers. This was entirely for his own gratification, the rhythm he set, how harshly his hips snapped upwards into her, but nevertheless Odessa felt yet another orgasm building at the sensation of his cock brushing every nerve and sensitive spot within her inner walls. She let her nails absolutely dig into his golden and freckled shoulders as his movements became harsher and harsher until she felt him hit his release, coming hard inside her. She’d lost track of how many times her high had shook through her, but for what she hoped was the last time tonight her body tensed, legs locking around his waist as she came with a cry into the crook of his neck. 

Ben pulled out of her, moving to sit at the head of the bed. Odessa rolled onto her stomach, pressing her still damp cheek to his thigh as she rested her head on his leg. She could hear him grab a blunt from their stash in the bedside table, the flicking of the lighter as he lit it. 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?” Odessa teased him, reaching up for the reefer after he took a long drag from it.

Ben blew air from between his lips, passing her the weed before snagging a hold of her leg behind her knee, hauling her further up his body, hooking her leg across his own. “You wouldn’t have looked at me twice in the first place if I wasn’t.”

Odessa huffed an amused laugh. “That’s not true. Besides, you have your moments.”

“Mm, how dare you.” They both shared a laugh as Ben dipped his head down to kiss her, sucking the drug straight from her. 

He gripped her cheeks between his thumb and index finger, eyes intense, laced with a thread of vulnerability only she was allowed to see. “I love you, you know that.”

Her gaze reflected that oh so rare sentiment, softening just enough for them both to feel it. And there was no fear, no hesitancy. “I know. And I love you too.”

“Good.” Ben nodded, removing his grip from her face, instead wrapping it around her waist as they both laid there, watching the sun rise from their bed.

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Summer Nights

Author's note: Started off as a drabble (was in need of some fluff); turned into something more.

Words: 1800+

Pairing: Adrian Raines x Human!MC (Amy)

Tagging: @bloodboundismylife @choicesfannatalie22

Don't know who else to tag, nowadays.

Amid the summer months, Amy was not known to spend her nights confined inside the sanctity of her apartment. Instead, she often found solace at Adrian’s penthouse, the city’s skyline providing her with a newfound comfort that her own simply could not provide.

Last night was no exception.

A trickle of golden light illuminates her features, the radiant warmth of sunrise gracing her skin with an iridescent glow. A soft groan escapes her as she reaches up, her forearm sleepily draping over her face; she lays like that for a moment, basking in the tranquil embrace of morning before slowly sitting up, silken bedsheets falling to rest above her thighs. Amy smiles softly, placing her hand amidst the rays, tilting her head as she admires her fingers from afar. 

A strong arm wraps itself around her waist, drawing her further into their embrace. Amy shakes her head in amusement, tracing her fingertips across its surface. She inclines her head towards her companion, leaning down just enough to press a tender kiss to his temple, her voice soft and comforting.

“I need to get out of bed, Adrian.”

He shakes his head despondently, expressing his displeasure with a pout, brows creasing slightly as he slowly opens his eyes, smiling drowsily up at her.

She giggles softly, carefully caressing his face in between her palms.

“I need to go.”

He groans, shaking his head once more, his arm constricting around her midsection.

“No.”

“Adrian…”

He lazily pulls himself flush against her, burying his face in her side, his warm breath ghosting her skin.

“Call them and say that you’re sick,” he murmurs.

“And what would I say?”

“Tell them that you have the flu,” he mumbles groggily, his nose wrinkling as it encounters the hem of her pyjama top.

“They’ll never believe that.”

“They will if you cough a couple of times,” he turns over, resting his head on his forearm as he gazes up at her, his expression softening as his eyes befall hers; he reaches up, his knuckles grazing the nape of her neck as he speaks with conviction, his next utterance spoken with jest. “A little sniffle here and there…an occasional cough…”

“Are you encouraging me to pull a sickle?”

“If it means that I get to keep you in my arms a little bit longer…”

She playfully pats his chest; a mischievous laugh escaping him as his fingers enclose around her wrist, drawing her closer. They look at one another for a moment before he leans in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss, their bodies entwining as he carefully pushes her back down onto the bed, a soft gasp leaving her as her back connects with the mattress. He kisses her once more, his hands grasping onto her waist before moving down to her hips, his kisses growing more impatient as they trail along her jaw and neck. She closes her eyes, truly enjoying the moment…

“Is that Mr Harrison?”

Her eyes open, widening in disbelief as they fall upon Adrian, who remains in place, a triumphant smirk blossoming on his features…

…holding her mobile to his ear.

“Adrian!”

She reaches for her phone, but he manages to block her, lightly swatting at her hand every time she attempts to retrieve the phone.

“Unfortunately-“ she makes a second attempt for the device, but is swiftly deterred as he pins her wrists to her stomach; once she has ceased, he continues, “Amy is unable to come into the office today.”

“Adrian-”

“She woke up with a fever this morning. A slight cough, blocked nose…the usual…”

He looks down at her once more, just to be met with a feigned scowl. He chuckles quietly, his grin widening as he returns his attention back to the call, listening to the man on the other end of the line.

“Uhuh…uhuh…yes, I’ll…I’ll let her know. Thank you, Sir.”

Adrian ends the conversation, tossing the phone across the bed.

"Clyde hopes that you make a speedy recovery."

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love it.”

He nuzzles her shoulder, pulling back just enough so that he can see her face.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for the rest of the day, after all.”

She shakes her head in disbelief, the corner of her mouth curving upward.

“You are full of surprises, Mr Raines.”

“That I am,” he kisses her forehead before wrapping her in his arms, his chin resting in the crook of her neck, “that’s why you love me.”

“I can think of a hundred reasons, but…sure. Let’s go with that.”

He lets out a contented sigh, holding her close to his chest as he begins to sing.

“Look at the stars…look how they shine for you-“

She turns abruptly, regarding him with a quirked brow.

“Serenading me with Coldplay, huh?”

“I’ll serenade you with anything you want,” he beams, sliding the strap of her pyjama top down her forearm, exposing her shoulder; he presses his lips against her skin, exhaling softly as he moves to repeat this action on her adjacent side, “Coldplay…Taylor Swift…you name it, I sing it.”

“What about the Beatles?”

He hums his approval, “especially the Beatles.”

She closes her eyes, leaning back as he begins to pepper kisses along her collarbone.

“Which one?”

“Which song did you have in mind?” He replies quickly, “I know them all.”

“I am happy with whichever song you choose.”

“Careful now,” he collects her hair into his fist, draping it over her right shoulder as he regards her inquisitively, “or I might bless you with your very own concert…” he pauses momentarily, grazing the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, “live from the comfort of our bed.”

“Well, I am ill…” she smiles coyly; he returns the gesture, their shared happiness evident in the gentleness of his touch as he cups her chin with his palm, his gaze drifting down to her mouth.

“Maybe too ill to attend this performance.”

“I might need to see a doctor.”

He places his hand on her forehead just to briskly remove it, feigning a wince.

“You definitely have a temperature.”

“Oh?” She tilts her head, “and what do you intend to do about cooling me down?”

“Who said anything about cooling down?”

She tuts, swatting his chest.

“Smooth.”

“I thought that was more presumptuous than flirtatious, personally.”

“It can be whatever you want it to be,” she rests her head on his shoulder, “do we have any waffles left?”

“I brought a new pack yesterday.”

“Good,” she rubs her stomach, “because I am in need of sugary goodness.”

Amy begins to move towards the edge of the bed, but Adrian beats her to it, gently easing her back down onto the covers.

“You think I’m going to let my sick girlfriend get her own breakfast?” He walks over to the dresser, collecting a fresh pair of joggers; he starts to dress himself, only stopping to pass her a bottle of water from the side, “what kind of boyfriend would that make me?”

“A busy one?”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

He walks back towards her, pressing a loving kiss to the top of her head.

“I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into the kitchen, the door closing quietly behind him. As the silences settles in, Amy moves over to the window, opening the curtains slightly as she admires the city down below, a soft warmth enveloping her a mere moment later as Adrian embraces her from behind, waffle in hand. He passes it to her with a smile, kissing her temple.

“You can’t be in the sunshine,” she frowns, “you’ll burn.”

“A few seconds won’t hurt,” he whispers softly, following her gaze to the busy streets, “besides, if it means that I get to share in this moment with you, then I shall remain here until I am nothing more than a pile of ash.”

“Please don’t say that.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, “just think of the cleaning bill you’d have for this rug.”

“Adrian!”

He laughs heartily, “I’m only joking.”

She nudges him slightly, taking a small bite of her waffle, “you really should get in the shade, though.”

He shakes his head.

“Just a little bit longer.”

The pair remain like that for a minute more, neither one able to take their eyes off the beautiful sunrise before them. It is only when Adrian speaks that the silence is broken, replaced with a feeling of melancholy.

“I think that was the first sunrise that I have seen in a while.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” he pauses as if lost in thought, but it isn’t long before he returns his attention back to her, his once sad demeanour replaced with one of gratitude, “but why should I mourn my mortality when I have been blessed with something even more precious in return?”

“What’s that?”

“You,” he smiles lovingly down at her, “I love you, Amy.”

“And I you,” she replies, holding her breakfast up to his mouth; he takes a generous bite, eliciting a soft smile on his behalf, “more than you know.”

"And I will be eternally grateful for that."

He exhales, placing a comforting hand on the small of her back.

“I would like to spend more time with you.”

“You already do,” she beams up at him, “we’re pretty much inseparable now.”

“Do you think that it is too much?” He questions, a sudden vulnerability seeping into his tone, “I don’t want to stop you from living your life.”

“My life is a lot more exciting with you in it.”

“Do you mean that?”

She nods, her demeanour one of reassurance and compassion, “I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.”

“Even if it means that we can’t do anything during the daylight hours?”

“I’m more of a night owl, anyway.”

He grins sheepishly; she reaches upwards, the pad of her thumb tracing along the curve of his jaw.

“I work at nights, remember? Being your PA and all.”

“Unless a certain Mr Harrison requires your assistance,” he replies comically, “did he not need your guidance opening a document on his computer last week?”

She shakes her head; Adrian’s brows crease in befuddlement.

“Is that not the story?”

“He never got that far.”

“I…I’m afraid that I don’t - ”

“He didn’t know how to turn the computer on.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but his words fail him. His shock elicits a chuckle from Amy, her attention never straying from his face.

“Not what you expected, huh?”

“And he is…”

“One of your new IT guys.”

“Ah,” he grimaces, cupping the back of his neck, “maybe I should ensure that he receives adequate training, seeing as that is his job and all.”

“He’s a nice man.”

“Who doesn’t know how to turn a computer on, apparently.”

“I think he was overwhelmed.”

“That’s a possibility,” he appears hesitant, as if unsure as to how he should continue, “I’ll get on that tomorrow.”

She greets him with a puzzled look, uncertain.

“Are you not at work tonight?”

“Oh no,” he playfully swats the back of her thigh, causing her to gasp in surprise, “I have a sick girlfriend to look after.”

[froottalks]

Guiding Stars - Kara Danvers x reader

[summary: reader is in love with kara and confesses their feelings to her]

Masterlist

National City was a place of constant hustle and bustle, where the streets buzzed with energy and the skies were guarded by a vigilant protector—Supergirl. Amidst this city's chaos, fate guided you to a chance encounter with Kara Danvers, a woman with a heart as bright as the sun she concealed within her.

You were drawn to Kara's warmth and kindness from the moment you met her at CatCo. Her smile was like a beacon of light in a world that often seemed overshadowed by darkness. As you got to know her, you realized that her compassion was matched only by her determination to make the world a better place.

One evening, after a long day at CatCo, you found Kara sitting on the balcony of her apartment, gazing at the stars. The city lights twinkled below, creating a mesmerizing backdrop for your conversation.

"Kara," you began, "there's something about you, about the way you care for others, that's truly inspiring."

Kara turned to you, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I've always believed that we have a responsibility to use our gifts to help those in need."

As you continued to talk, you discovered a shared sense of purpose—a desire to make a difference, no matter how small. It was as if your paths had converged for a reason, aligning your lives in a way that felt destined.

As weeks turned into months, your connection with Kara deepened. You found yourself spending more time together, whether it was working on a story for CatCo or supporting her in her heroic endeavors as Supergirl. There was an unspoken understanding between you, a bond that grew stronger with each passing day.

One night, as you and Kara stood on a rooftop, gazing at the city's skyline, you couldn't hold back the feelings that had taken root within you. "Kara, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," you confessed, your heart racing.

Kara turned to you, her expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. "What is it?"

Taking a deep breath, you met her gaze. "Kara, you've become a guiding star in my life. Your compassion, your strength—it's all so incredible. And I... I've fallen for you."

Kara's eyes widened slightly, her lips parting in surprise. After a moment, a soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I never thought I'd hear those words from someone who knows both sides of me."

You stepped closer, your heart pounding. "Kara, I see you—the reporter, the hero, the person behind the mask. And I care for every part of you."

In that moment, beneath the starlit sky, Kara reached out and took your hand, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I care for you too," she admitted, her voice soft but resolute. "Being Supergirl often means putting others first, but with you, I want to explore a different side of life."

As the city's lights continued to shimmer below, you shared a kiss—a promise of the emotions that had grown between you, a promise of the adventures you would embark upon together.

In the days that followed, you navigated the challenges of life in National City side by side, leaning on each other's strengths and supporting each other through the trials that arose. Amidst the chaos of the world, you found solace and joy in each other's company, held together by a love that was as powerful as the sun that illuminated the sky.

THE END

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Long Fic Titles (8+ Words) (5) Masterlist

part one, part two, part three, part four

a universe without you (would be thoroughly mundane) (ao3) - chaeriloidea

Summary: Too much time on Twitter makes Dan reflect on how far he's come in his relationship with Phil and his audience.

Dan and Phil Take Each Other's Clothes Off (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) (ao3) - BREAD2000yeet

Summary: Dan and Phil play dress-up based off Dan's one dailybooth

Dan stops and stares at him, “You did not just tell me a red panda fact while we are having sex.”

“They can also glow in the dark.”

don't wanna walk alone (so let's get married) (ao3) - lesbaurinkos (pluginbaby)

Summary: Phil’s always been a little wistful about the idea, some part of him a bit hopelessly romantic, perhaps, but his mind always catches on the thought of marrying Dan.

(or: marriage chats on a saturday night)

every city was a gift (and every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips) (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: “Do you think we could get a proper American desert cactus for our house?”

“Phil, no.”

“I missed the train, can I stay with you?” Redux (ao3) - yikesola

Summary: Phil can’t believe he let Ian convince him to go out to a nightclub. How he got from there, to sending a text to Ian that he’s actually heading back to his flat with somebody holy shit don’t be worried he won’t get ax murdered probably, Phil really can’t be sure.

A ficlet about senses and surprises.

I missed you so much I dyed the towels green (ao3) - chuuyaswife

Summary: A few of Dan’s shows get cancelled while he’s on the WAD tour so he decides to surprise his boyfriend back home for a few days. Fluffy reunion ensues.

i wanna throw the fight (and kiss away your pain tonight) (ao3) - jonsaremembers

Summary: when feelings are too much for words

i will never know a sunday (how slow the moments go) (ao3) - beaniebopbaby

Summary: The man hunched over the piano, and Phil felt like he couldn’t breath. He looked around the room, to see if anyone else noticed this shift, when he finally realized they were alone. The notes grew slower and slower as Phil stood, drifting closer to the man playing the piano. The pianist looked as mesmerized as Phil, absorbed in his playing.

I'd like to hang out with you (for my whole life) (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: Mornings in the forever home (featuring the golden pig)

If we were two sunflowers, I would have faced you instead of the sun (ao3) - twinphantasy

Summary: It didn’t really matter where they were or what they were looking at because Dan would always be looking at Phil.

i’m electric, a romantic cliché (me and you were meant to be in love) (ao3) - nardfx

Summary: “i really don’t know if i can do this.”

“you can do this.”

“okay, but what happens when everyone’s eyes are on me and they all know all of my secrets?”

or

dan and phil go to prom

in this falling rain (i fill the scattered you) (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: “I’m not,” Dan finally says, voice cracking. He still doesn’t look over at the older boy. “I’m not okay, Phil.”

Phil stays where he is. He doesn’t leave, but he doesn’t come closer, either. He simply waits.

He always waits for Dan.

Or, Dan is weighed down by his mind, and Phil holds him anyway.

It Only Takes a Moment: A Dan and Phil WALL-E AU (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: So, I've been thinking about this WALL-E AU where Dan and Phil replace Wall-E and Eve for a while, and I thought I should get around to making it! I hope you all enjoy it!

Origins of the Phass Inflation Post (Dan and Phil in Greece) (ao3) - EverythingIsAsItWas

Summary: Dan and Phil rarely take vacations just for themselves, vacations in which they make no content, do not work, and simply enjoy each other's company. Going to Greece feels like the perfect opportunity for this, but Phil also thinks it's the perfect opportunity for a video... and Dan likes being a little shit.

The three times it was a one off and the one time it was forever (ao3) - KirstieVic

Summary: 2014, 2016 and 2018 it's a one off.

Then 2020 during lockdown, it's forever.

we were never in the park (ignoring tornado warnings) (ao3) - pasteldanhowells

Summary: After Phil leaves Dan, Dan starts seeing a therapist. Then, Phil comes back, and Dan starts lying to his therapist about him.

without saying a word (you had all of me) (ao3) - rainbowroshenpower

Summary: I trace it all back, three-thirty AM

That night, something turned in my heart

While you were sleeping, I fell in love

you're never gonna get by on three hours sleep a night (unless you absolutely have to) (ao3) - Mildredo

Summary: phil has a migraine on tour.

[rom-e-o]

Going Up (Constance/Ebenezer) 18+/NSFW

Connie and Ebenezer get frisky in an elevator. That's the story.

This is an 18+ story - Minors, DNI. The full story is below the gif and cut.

DING! Your lift has arrived~

"C-Constance...you need to..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Hell no, but you need to," he husked, another sigh tumbling from his lips. One of his hands reached back absently to grab the marble beam for support. "A-At least until we get to the room."

Thankfully, it was a long, long elevator ride up to the hotel penthouse Ebenezer had reserved. A long, private elevator ride.

Her red lips formed a smile as she continued to press a kiss to the gloriously velvety underside of his proud erection. The polished marble floor was murder on her knees (she knew she'd have terrible bruises come the morrow), but the perspective of her lover's glorious cock before her more than made up for it.

"Why wait?" she asked, giggling as she felt the muscles of his thighs begin to tremble beneath her fingertips. "I certainly don't intend to go anywhere between here and there."

Her manicured fingers, painted a sleek shade of crimson, grazed up the length of his cock. He hissed, the reddened skin sensitive to even the slightest of touches. His arousal was only intensified by the fact that the elevator was open to the London skyline, the stained glass crafted into an art-deco display that barely concealed their entangled bodies from the night sky and stars beyond the frosted surface.

Realistically, there was no way any living things except the seabirds soaring over the Thames River could see them, but that detail hardly dimmed the excitement. It was still a crescendo of emotion that had been building the entire evening.

It was almost poetic that he'd surprised her with the booking right after they'd started stealing passionate kisses in the relative privacy of the hall's lobby phonebooth.

It also made the temptation of falling to her knees to show her appreciation for the delightful evening all the more inspiring.

Oh, she knew he never expected any type of reciprocal action after a date, no matter how expensive or romantic. Ebenezer was a gentleman, through and through. Whether the date ended with a kiss on the cheek or a night of clawing at the bedsheets, he was elated all the same. As was she.

On this night, Constance longed to shower him in affection.

She'd been eyeing him all evening since he'd picked her up for their date in his newest, made-to-measure Brioni suit. As designed, the Italian-cut ensemble highlighted every inch of his towering broad-shouldered frame with mouth-watering perfection. Whoever had measured and tailored the outfit for him deserved a raise, wine gift basket, and the tightest hug Constance could humanly manage.

Their date had been perfect, as each date with Ebenezer was. Delicious glasses of Chambord preceded a night of romantic dancing at one of London's most elegant concert halls.

The entire time, he swept her off her feet like his always did. He always knew the perfect way to lay his hand upon her hip, or how to give her bottom lip the lightest bite with every kiss. The way to lead her into a twirl on the dance floor, the way to run his hand over hers as she grazed his cheek. It was kismet.

She flattened her tongue, as if she was preparing to capture a snowflake, and ran it along the length of his shaft. At the tip, she kissed his engorged phallus, making sure to add an audible 'mwah!' to make sure the gesture landed with as much punch as possible.

She was instantly rewarded with a guttural whimper. "F-Fuck, Connie..."

Another giggle. "Is that what you'd like to do?"

A hand reached out a fisted a hand into her hair. Not pulling, just steadying. Grounding him to her, and this moment.

Also, it was a sign to keep going; a requests she would happily oblige.

A bead of translucent precum dripped onto her chest. The plunging neckline of her gown pushed her already impressive breasts up and forward. The liquid beaded on her bare skin and slowly traveled into her cleavage. Ebenezer groaned at the lewd site, arcing his back as she took the tip of his shaft into her mouth.

She sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. Nice and slow, just like she knew he liked it.

"Hngh...fuck, sweetheart..." he moaned, his voice pitching as he head fell back. "H-Ha...ah! Mmph!"

His breaths came in rasps. Despite the softness of his cries, his hand held her head firmly, a silent plea for her to stay in place and keep working him, and to please not stop.

She moaned in approval of his begging, hollowing her cheeks as she took him into her throat. Fingertips splayed over his thighs, supporting him and helping him stay upright.

By the time the elevator reached the penthouse, he was on the brink. The esteemed banker was gasping, rocking, rutting against her red mouth with aggression that he future self would chide him for displaying in front of a woman.

In that moment, however, nothing could have stopped him. Even the telltale 'ding!' of the lift to let them know they'd reached their destination didn't quell his passion. Instead, the sound snapped him back into reality. He tugged her hair to encourage him to release his cock, which she did. It bobbed free, a light trail of saliva linking her lips with the engorged tip. Gods, it was borderline painful to stave off his orgasm, but he knew it would be worth it.

"W-What are you..." she mumbled, her cornflower-blue eyes reflecting the crystalline decor of their chamber as crisply as a virginal lake.

Not bothering to rezip his trousers, he gathered her svelte body and hoisted her high into her arms. A simple tug of a lever held the elevator in place as he carried her out, reassuring the private lift wouldn't be called away anytime soon. The last thing he would tolerate would be any disturbances.

After a searing kiss upon her rosy lips, he crossed the penthouse's gilded chamber and deposited her right in the middle of the room's large bed.

"There," he said, gazing down upon her reclined form with a smirk of satisfaction. "London's finest lady deserves no less than to be ravished upon the city's finest bed. A goddess deserves a pedestal, after all."

She blushed, then giggled as he crawled over her to nuzzle the velvety skin of her neck, growling like an animal as he did so. He could be so playful when he wanted to be, and Constance delighted in it.

"I think that liquor is going to your head, sir," she teased, biting her lip as her fingertips traced the form of his owlish nose.

"Are you challenging my taste?"

"In the evening's accommodations and activities? Oh, absolutely not!" she teased. "In me? Well ... I suppose I still have a hard time believing all this is real. That...you and I are real."

One of his hands lofted to caress her cheek, the color as sanguine as a leaf turned ablaze from the frost. "Shall I prove it?"

Constance eyed him, and found his slate eyes completely focused on her. Not her body, not her breasts, not even her lips ... just her.

"I think I'd quite like that."

She'd have more than the bruises on her knees come morning to remind her of the evening, and serve as testimony of the devotion that shaped their reality.

This is just a silly little thing, haha. I hope you enjoyed!

@quill-pen @crimson-phantom-designs

[ryttu3k]

Stealing this from another fandom, but my talented friend! Let's play Fic authors self rec! Reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers if you like. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

I've also been tagged in this, like, three times, so I guess I should do this, haha.

and every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips (Vampire the Masquerade, Sascha-centric). Yes okay it's a series and super cheating but whatever, I loved writing it and I still want to write more. I think it's some of the better writing I've done, I've tried new things, it just. I like it, haha. If I was to just pick one, it'd be empty room, the 'I'm going to punch myself in the heart now' one.

Memory of Younger Days (Legend of Zelda - Breath of the Wild, Link-centric). I enjoyed writing this so much. Solidified Link so much in my mind that it legit felt a little jarring when I got TotK and things didn't match MoYD at all, haha. Wonderful feral child ilu bbygirl.

Deviance (Pokemon XY et al). Honestly? I've written better stuff. I've written better stuff in this fandom with these characters, even. But this was just pure fun to write - melodramatic dystopia with powers and time shenanigans and gijinka. Pure idfic, and it's based on a) a dream and b) a Eurovision song. C'mon, that's fun.

The Ninth Coffee House (Locked Tomb, Griddlehark). This fic makes people yell at me 😎 (Favourite comment: "it was so cute and then you hit me with [redacted]!!! jail for ryttu3k!! jail for ryttu3k for a thousand years!! ow!") And it has a podfic!

Controlled Descent (Subnautica). Super fun to write, getting into the heads of characters I wasn't all that familiar with at first, especially how little canon there actually was for some of them, but just... enjoyable getting to create these people out of a few little voice clips. Also known as the fic where Ozzy decided he was the main character, and made me ship Ryley/Ozzy/Danby which does not exist. I did this to myself!! Why!!

Honourable mention: I know I was only going to do one per fandom, and if I was going to do five overall I would replace Ninth Coffee House or Controlled Descent with this one, but I feel I gotta mention Chrysalis. Ocarina of Time with a genderqueer Zelda, I think it was the first time I had ever written a nonbinary character (it's from like 2010), helped me start shedding a lot of gender essentialist views I had (specifically re: Zelda and Sheik but also in general), and just. The writing is dated, yeah, it's thirteen years old, but it also feels goddamn pivotal to my own life.

Don't know who's done this or nah and if you want to or nah, take if you wish!

[thedeliverygod]

Repostober: Day 15

A yatori fic that's sort of hurt/comfort in a way? Mixed with fluff. It's about Yato worrying about the fact that Hiyori is human while he's not.

I'll Be

After Hiyori had finally let slip she’d returned his feelings, everything had been perfect. At first, nothing really changed other they held hands sometimes and got an earful from an uncomfortable Yukine if they even so much looked at each other for too long in his presence. And the one night where things finally did change, he nearly messed everything up.

He’d walked her home after her tutoring session with Yukine, much like every other night of the week, but that night there was a sort of awkward silence between them as he was getting ready to leave. Neither of them really knew what to say and so he started to close his eyes and lean in, with her following suite, before he pulled away suddenly and cursed under his breath, “Shit.”

Hiyori gave him a worried look, “What is it?”

 “I wanted… to ask you first.” He mumbled, sighing and looking down at his feet.

She didn’t answer for a moment, but then he heard her say, “So ask.”

When he looked back up again, she was smiling at him sweetly. His lips curving upward into as much of a smile as he could manage as his hands started to shake out of nervousness, he asked, “Can I kiss you, Hiyori?”

She took a step closer to him and nodded, reaching forward to rest her hand on his chest, “Yes.”

Then everything changed & continued to change in the best of ways, or at least so he thought for a few weeks, until the realities of being romantically involved with a human came crashing down upon him all at once. Still, he tried his best to hide his worries. Unfortunately, Hiyori was much too good at seeing right through his white lies.

He was rambling about some recent job he had to do involving watching over a news stand when she asked him directly, “Yato, are you okay?”

He froze, looking over to where she was sitting on the edge of her bed, “Yeah, why do you ask?”

“Yukine-kun told me yesterday that you haven’t been sleeping well.” She looked up at him, chewing on her lip out of worry.

He sighed and folded his arms behind his head, “I mean, it’s summer; it gets really damn hot up in that attic. Obviously Yukine isn’t sleeping too good either if he’s awake often enough to keep track of what I’m doing.”

“Well, it’s not just that…” Hiyori trailed off and her face fell, her eyes moving down to the floor, “You probably think I haven’t noticed, but you’ve looked really down lately. I know you’ve been trying to hide it from me, but I’ve still caught a few glimpses.”

He lowered his arms back to his side and he angled himself towards her window, staring off into the skyline of the city, “It-it’s just me worrying about really dumb stuff, Hiyori. Don’t worry about it.”

She took a minute to respond and when she did, her voice sounded a bit weak, “Even if it’s something you feel like you can’t to me about, shouldn’t you at least talk to Yukine-kun? He’s worried too.”

“Then both of you worry too much.” He tried to force a smile, still staring out the window. Though now, his focus had switched to the reflection he could see of himself and of Hiyori, behind him.

“Yato…” She sighed heavily and he could see her shoulders slump, “It’s pretty obvious you’re trying to put up a wall and that just worries me even more. So just tell me, please.”

He turned back around but only gave her a glance before diverting his eyes to the floor, “It’ll ruin everything.”

“Nothing’s going to ruin anything, okay?” He looked up at her to see her grip the edge of her bed tightly as she continued, “But not talking about it… That just makes things worse.”

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, groaning, before he took a seat on the bed next to her, “I don’t know how to word it without hurting your feelings, Hiyori, but I feel like I’m wasting your time. Your time is limited and precious—you shouldn’t be spending it with someone like me, who makes you look like you’re out by yourself the few times we actually manage to go out on dates. Someone you can’t even introduce your friends to because they’ll probably forget.” He took a breath, “And even your family—”

Her brows furrowed in frustration, “Yato, if I cared what people thought when I talk to you in public, I would have stopped talking to you over a year and a half ago. And we don’t know for sure that they won’t remember you, we just have to try. As for my family, Masaomi knows you, remembers you. My mom probably would too, if you introduced yourself properly. And my—”

He gave her a doubting stare, “Don’t you remember how well it went when I tried to even be in the same room as your grandmother? If your mom’s anything like her mother, then that’s probably not the best idea.” He tilted his head downward, lowering his voice, “Can’t say I blame her, though. I appreciate everything that you and Yukine have done to help me become a god of fortune more than I can ever put into words, I really do. But no matter how much I change as a god, I can’t take away the past. I’ve killed thousands of people.” He held his hands out in front of him, staring into his palms, “Nothing can make that go away.”

“I’ve known that. Even before I found out about everything that happened with your father and everything he made you do, Kofuku-san told me that you had killed people. Despite that, I never once thought about leaving your side. Why would that change now when I have a thousand more reasons to stay?” Her voice cracked a little bit as she finished and he felt her shift closer to him, though he still didn’t look up.

He let out another sigh and he leaned forward until he could hide his face in his hands. He didn’t really know what he expected; she always did this, she always fought back against all of his points. And she had already told him that she wanted to stay with him multiple times and yet here he was, trying to push her away.

Again.

‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

“Hiyori, you—you’re too kind, too dedicated, too… good. I feel like you’ve done everything for me and there’s so little I can give in return.” He lowered his hands, letting them fall back into his lap, “I honestly just don’t deserve you, not in the slightest.”

One of her hands moved to his and he finally looked up, locking his eyes with hers, “Yato, you don’t have to do anything to deserve love. That’s not how it works.” Her expression looked hurt but as she massaged the back of his hand with her thumb and moved closer to him, he figured it was aimed towards him.

He forced another smile, “Yeah, well, I’d like to feel like I’m not a total burden, you know.”

“You’re not a burden, either.” She leaned forward and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, “You’re just you and that’s all I need. I don’t need any wishes, or favors, or whatever it is you think you owe me.”

“I’m kinda obligated to grant wishes if you don’t want me to go poof, so, uh… Better think of some of those.” He used his free hand to scratch the back of his neck.

She looked up with a glare, “That’s not funny.”

“It’s true, though.” Yato gave a shrug, his eyes flickering off to a corner of her room.

“Then I wish you would stop being so hard on yourself.” She answered automatically and he looked back to her.

“Got five yen?” He raised his eyebrows and she huffed in response, withdrawing her hands from his lap and shoulder before sliding off the bed. Or at least she thought she did, though Yato found himself reaching out to catch Hiyori’s snoozing body before she slid off the bed and onto the floor.

Her half-ayakashi form turned around at the sound and gaped before she looked back up and commented, “See what you did?”

“Sorry.” He shrugged again, “How was I supposed to know?” She didn’t answer him, so he cradled her body against his before standing up and making his way to the top of the bed. He made sure to lay her down so that her head would be resting against the pillow and brushed some of the hair out of her face gently before moving back to the foot of the bed.

Pulling his legs up onto it and moving farther back, he watched her hair bounce and sway as she walked. When she turned back around with an annoyed expression, her tail twitching angrily behind her, a real grin finally made its way across his face.  She was cute when she was mad; at least when she wasn’t threatening to use her martial arts moves on him.

She didn’t even wait for him to extend his hand, shoving the coin into it forcefully, “There.”

He flipped the coin for show before pocketing it, “Thus it is done, may our fates intertwine.”

“I think they already have.” She mumbled as she returned to her spot.

“Hiyori,” He moved behind her and crossed his legs, reaching around to wrap one arm around her waist while the other moved under her shoulder and pulled her backwards, closer to him. He buried his head against her shoulder for a moment, just breathing, until she laid her arm on top of his and intertwined their fingers together tightly. He lifted his head, speaking against her skin in the spot just between her neck and shoulder, “Thank you.” He pressed a kiss there just as he finished the words and he felt her hand grip his even tighter.

Her voice shook and though he could only see a little bit of the side of her face, he could tell it was growing red, “It’s not really fair that I have to force you to do that through a wish.” She angled her head more towards him and sure enough, a blush dusted her cheeks, “I want you to believe me.” Absently, he felt her cord gently tap his side as it swayed back and forth.

“It’s not like I don’t want to.” He kissed his way up to the side of her neck, “I just…I don’t know. I’ve made so many mistakes that I guess I don’t want you to make the wrong one by choosing to get involved with me.” He tightened his hold on her and spoke against her ear, “There’s never been anything I’ve wanted more than for this just to work out but—it feels selfish.”

She took a breath and closed her eyes, leaning into the warmth of his touch, “Even though I’ve told you that’s what I want too.”

“Hiyori.” He breathed against her and she nodded softly.

“Mm?”

“There’s one thing you didn’t comment on earlier.” He blinked, a frown creeping its way back onto his lips despite his best efforts, “When I said I felt like I was wasting your time. I know this is what you want now, but what—”

She moved backward until she was completely in his lap and her upper back met against his chest. She used her free hand to reach up and cup his chin, angling his face towards till he had no choice but to stare into her fierce eyes, “It’s my time, Yato. So I’ll spend it exactly how I want to.” He didn’t have the chance to respond before her hand pulled him downward so she could capture his lips in a nervous but determined kiss.

As she let go of his other hand and moved both of hers behind her neck, he let go of her shoulder and reached under her leg and pulled him towards her so that she was sitting sideways and they faced each other more naturally. He kept his other hand around her lower back to support her, the other resting just at her hip. He mainly just held her and focused on kissing her, at least until her fingers started to move through his hair, but he found the perfect opportunity when her tail tapped against his arm once again. He moved his hand slightly from her back, reaching to find the base of her cord, and she immediately broke away from him and let out a gasp when he did.

“Ya—Yato.” She narrowed her eyes at him and a blush started to take over her face once again.

He dropped his hands down, “I mean, you’re free to go back in your body if you want to. But,” He teased the hem of her shirt before her hand covered his with a small squeak, “That’s not to say I can’t find other spots that make you react in the same way.”

“You’re confident now.” She turned her head away from him, still clearly embarrassed.

“You told me to be.” He let out a small laugh before kissing her cheek.

[mangoslixes]

🎵

Choose an artist you like and use their songs to answer this as close to the truth as possible!

thanks for tagging me @violetsnotebook! this was fun <3

Artist: Florence + The Machine

Gender: I need my golden crown of sorrow / My bloody sword to swing / my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology / I am no mother, I am no bride, I am king – King

Describe yourself: My heart is like a haunted house / There's things in there that scratch about / They make their music in the night / And in the day they give me such a fright – Haunted House

How do you feel: And are you afraid? 'Cause I'm terrified / But you remind me that it's such a wonderful thing to love/ It's such a wonderful thing to love – Patricia

Best friend(s): you've always been my North Star / And I have to tell you something / I'm still afraid of the dark / But you take my hand in your hand / From you the flowers grow / And do you understand with every seed you sow / You make this cold world beautiful? - Patricia

Favourite time of the day: Suddenly I'm overcome (Overcome) /Dissolving like the setting sun (The setting sun) / Like a boat into oblivion – Queen of Peace

If my life was a TV show: I know I seem shaky / These hands not fit for holding / But if you let me, oh / I will see you right – Hiding

What is life to you: And every city was a gift / And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips / And I was making you a wish / In every skyline – How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful

Relationship status: Happiness hit her like a bullet in the back / Struck from a great height / By someone who should have known better than that – Dog Days are Over

Fear: Is it too late to come on home? / Are all those bridges now old stone? / Is it too late to come on home? / Can the city forgive? I hear its sad song – Long & Lost

tagging (if you want to): @therefugeofbooks, @girl-bateman, @oldyears, @theliberationclub, @gustingirl, @qurbatpdf, @heyitsme-ana, @themelodyofspring

[tamyrawilliams]

...as Florence & The Machine lyrics

How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful: And every city was a gift / And every skyline was like a kiss upon the lips / And I was making you a wish / In every skyline. (x)

[illusionedwhite]

Joongdok Mermaid AU

Pairing: Joongdok

Mermaid AU ft. human Yoo Joonghyuk x mermaid Kim Dokja Established Relationship.

Genre: Soft Fluff/Comfort

*****

The ocean was a dangerous place, or at least that’s what Yoo Joonghyuk was led to believe.

Since birth, the village elders shared tales of underwater creatures that lurked in the night, stories of sirens and monsters who preyed on unsuspecting targets.

At first, Yoo Joonghyuk believed them to be cautionary tales, all superstition. The stories were generational, and their primary audience was children, warning them of the dangers so they would stay clear of the waters lest they fall in and be consumed by their depths.

Years later, Yoo Joonghyuk would discover the most precious secret of them all. The truth had been buried in the old stories, their secret lost over time. The truth was that there were creatures of the sea who lived in a civilization unknown to all but a select few.

And somehow, Yoo Joonghyuk happened to stumble upon it.

Walking towards the edge of the pier, Yoo Joonghyuk watched as the waves crashed upon the nearby shore. To a stranger, it might have been a startling sight for Yoo Joonghyuk to be waiting alone in the near darkness, but to Yoo Joonghyuk, it was just another part of his daily routine.

Only the faintest glimpse of the moonlight guided his way alongside the steady glow of a lantern’s light. Still, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned towards the water, placing an oil-lit lantern beside him.

Yoo Joonghyuk was striking in the night, curly hair falling over a handsome face. His dark eyes gazed over the expanse of water, watching the distant skyline. Gentle shadows were cast upon his face, dancing under the lantern light.

The warm flames flickered, illuminating the dark, rolling waves that splashed gently upon his bare ankles. His legs were folded over the edge of the wooden pier, dipped in the calm waters.

Alone with his thoughts, the smell of seawater wafted past.

Yoo Joonghyuk was waiting for someone. These clandestine meetings were always exercised with a degree of caution, and always under the presence of the moon.

A faint glimmer of light gleamed underneath the rolling waves. Then the faint echo of a splash reached Yoo Joonghyuk’s ears before he sighed.

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk said irritably, though his heart beat a hummingbird’s pulse in his chest. “Must you do this every time?”

At Yoo Joonghyuk’s call, webbed fingers gently grabbed a hold of Yoo Joonghyuk’s ankle. A playful chuckle, like a ringing bell, was next to follow, and a burst of cold water sprayed his cheek.

Before he could properly react, Yoo Joonghyuk was suddenly caught in a deluge of water. Ocean water dripped down his hair, drenching his shirt. Bubbles formed at the water's surface, as if there were someone laughing beneath the surface.

Yoo Joonghyuk scowled, and he lightly dragged his feet through the water once, sending out a small wave to disperse the bubbles.

From the depths of the water, a figure emerged. Wet raven hair framed an otherwise unassuming face and pale cheeks that had seldom seen the sun.

Under the lantern light, the mermaid’s eyes shone like jewels, equally mesmerizing and dangerous. There was a gleam there that spoke of untold depths just as mysterious as his origin.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” the voice of Kim Dokja replied nonchalantly, not at all apologetic as he slowly waded over to where Yoo Joonghyuk sat. “You make it too easy.”

How annoying. A smile stretched across the mermaid's face, Kim Dokja's eyes turning into crescents once he steadied his gaze upon Yoo Joonghyuk.

Despite the lingering annoyance, Yoo Joonghyuk leaned in close until their lips brushed together in a chaste kiss. Kim Dokja tasted like the sea, like the ocean; there was a faint saltiness in his lips that was chased away by the softness of his tongue.

When Yoo Joonghyuk drew away, leaning his forehead against the mermaid’s, he was secretly pleased with the pretty red flush that bloomed on Kim Dokja’s face.

Yoo Joonghyuk cradled the mermaid’s jaw for moments longer, fanning his fingers around the delicate fins that stretched above each pointed ear like wings.

“Mmm, Yoo Joonghyuk,” Kim Dokja said, reaching up to gently brush at Yoo Joonghyuk’s neck. The mermaid’s sharp glowing eyes seemed content to study the planes of Yoo Joonghyuk’s face. “Have you become even more handsome since the last time we met?”

“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk sighed, the annoyance clear in his voice.

Even so, he did nothing to stop the cold, questing fingers that drifted along his chin to his neck where they rested comfortably on his shoulders.

Like this, Yoo Joonghyuk could reach around the mermaid’s bare waist, carefully dragging Kim Dokja out of the water until the mermaid’s long, twisting tail was draped over his legs, the remainder of the mermaid’s weight braced along Yoo Joonghyuk’s body.

Yoo Joonghyuk let his eyes travel down the mermaid’s exposed skin, to the silver necklace wrapped around Kim Dokja’s neck, and the matching hoops that circled his nipples, all connected by a sparkling silver chain. Along his smooth skin, patterned along his torso, were individual scales that shimmered under the firelight.

Kim Dokja was unfairly beautiful, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, like a siren who cast enchantments on wayward travelers.

In the sunlight, Kim Dokja’s tail must have shone like sparkling diamonds, just like his existence as a treasure of the sea. Such precious things should be safeguarded, kept safe under a watchful gaze, but Yoo Joonghyuk knew of others who would seek such riches for fame, uncaring of the cost.

It was safer for Kim Dokja to stay hidden in the deep, vast oceans, far below the surface where not even the light could touch. There, miles below, a vast civilization lived where the sea reached endless bounds, untouched by the world above.

Only Kim Dokja, clever, smart, and witty, was brave enough to explore the world above ground, past the edges of the world that he knew. There, along the shore, Yoo Joonghyuk had first met Kim Dokja.

He had thought of him beautiful then too, glowing under the setting sun, and he had grown even more beautiful as time passed. Years later, they had steadily grown closer with the mermaid eagerly learning the ways of the humans who lived above ground.

Over time, their relationship had developed into a slow, kindling romance–soft, sweet kisses shared in secret, hushed conversations swallowed by the sea, as Yoo Joonghyuk quietly read passages to Kim Dokja, who often drifted lazily near the shore.

“Miss me?” the mermaid asked then, softly, shivering as a chill fell over his skin.

Yoo Joonghyuk tenderly thumbed at the mermaid’s flesh, along the bright scales at his hip, humming in answer. His palms easily settled over the uncovered skin just above the mermaid’s tail.

“Always,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied, wrapping his arms around the mermaid. He didn’t mind the cold that seeped into his skin or the lingering touch of the sea that wrapped around him. Not even the chilly autumn breeze could not chase him from being here.

It was enough, Yoo Joonghyuk thought, to have Kim Dokja here in his arms, well within reach. It was enough to taste Kim Dokja’s lips and listen quietly as the mermaid recalled stories of the sea, or recount human tales that made Kim Dokja’s eyes sparkle in unconcealed interest.

Asking for more already felt like an impossibility. And yet, it was always there–the selfish thought of asking Kim Dokja to stay.

As if reading his thoughts, the mermaid smiled mysteriously. At the edge of the pier, his long tail shone brilliantly, still radiant in the darkness. Each pristine aquamarine scale was lit by the dying embers of lantern light.

“You’re thinking again,” Kim Dokja teased, amused. His tail lazily swung against Yoo Joonghyuk’s thigh. The motion was oddly rhythmic as if Kim Dokja were still treading underwater.

Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to kiss him again. Instead, he murmured under his breath, fondly into Kim Dokja's skin, “You’re not thinking enough, Kim Dokja.”

The mermaid lapsed into silence. His fingers, webbed between each finger, played with the edges of Yoo Joonghyuk’s wet shirt, before Kim Dokja quietly spoke once more, a shy request falling from his lips. “Let’s stay like this for a while longer?”

Yoo Joonghyuk nodded, burying his face in the mermaid’s shoulder. There would be time later to discuss their plans for the future, a rolling sea and an adventure that would take them across foreign lands.

For now, Yoo Joonghyuk sat, a mermaid in his arms, and dreamed of an impossible future.