#and kissed perfusely

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Watching the first avenger and honestly everything inside me would be fixed if Sgt Bucky Barnes came and swept me off my feet

[lancabbage]

Some idiots on Reddit...

"MXTX isn't very good at writing sex scenes"

"Why did WXs first time have to be in the dirt, in a bush"

"why couldn't they have found a nice inn instead"

Seriously? Are they stupid?

Firstly, I commend MXTX for writing more realistic (bar WWXs self-lubricating asshole) sex scenes. Especially first times, which can be messy and a fumble! Personally, I enjoyed the sex scenes in MDZS, they were important to the plot and even had bits of information and revelations peppered in them!

Secondly, it wasn't "in the dirt" you illiterate moron. MXTX actually set the scene beautifully with the morning dew perfusing in the air around them, the soft grass underneath them and everything. It was actually rather romantic in my opinion. MXTX had them do it there for two very important reasons, that should be obvious to anyone with half a brain cell.

They were so fucking turned on by each other, they simply couldn't wait. That's hot, that's sexy, that's romantic. They've had feelings for each other for years, both wanting the other's attention and affection. Finally, finally everything is cleared up and they know how in love they truly are. They can't wait a second longer. And why the fuck should they? Just because some idiot wanted cliché candles and a bed in an inn.

It wasn't feasible to have them do it in an inn either way. The amount of noise and egging on WWX spouted as they discovered their shared kinks! It had to be somewhere far away from people, otherwise it wouldn't have happened because WWX would have held himself back and so would have LWJ. MXTX set the scene for this perfectly.

And finally, the other reason MXTX has them get busy in the bushes... To clear up the final misunderstanding, the blindfolded kiss. The fact they were in the woods, with the scent of dewy grass was all part of her setting the scene to jog WWX memory and remind him of that time. Of that non-con kiss that contributed in giving him a bit of a sexual awakening (alongside seeing a hot and bothered LWJ) and a nod towards the CNC kink he had and obviously enjoyed!

We get to see just how turned on WWX is by LWJ being so forceful. How delighted he is that his first kiss was taken by the only person he ever had feelings for. He loves how crazy he drives LWJ, how unrestrained he can make him, and how much LWJ wants him. That's the whole god damn point of this scene! To show their kinks and have them explore them freely.

So, sorry it wasn't in some shitty inn... But MXTX wanted to actually further the plot and give WX so much more than just sex. Why don't you go read some fluffy, cliché porn without plot stories on AO3 instead of shitting on a masterpiece that clearly went above your head.

[perfusio]

ID: a drawing showing a laois touden and kabru from dungeon mushi or delicious in dungeon.

They are half naked. They're standing against one another, Laois behind kabru kissing his cheek with his eyes shut and kabru looks intensly at him. Kabru has laois left hand in his own and the right hand of laois is on the shoulder of kabru while kabru barely touch it. The background is black fading to blue.

there ison Laois shoulder the artist signature "perfusion". "

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is priori merciless, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸𝑒, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The lash of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[ramayantika]

~ The one deceived

»»————> ◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐◐<————««

O lovers, enchanters of your sweet maidens, must you keep in mind to never displease the queen of your hearts.

'She who adorns herself in fine silks and jewels, awaits you at night hiding from the entire town in the heart of the forest where fierce beasts lay, she must never be kept await for long and certainly must not be left alone if ever your eyes droop for a night. Who knows someone else might snatch the beauty away?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

With dark eyes not blue lotus

she fashions a welcome garland.

Petals she strews—

not various species of jasmine

but smiles.

Water she offers from ripe

moistened breasts

rather than ceremonial jars.

With only her own body

she makes for her

lover an

auspicious welcome.

~ Erotic Love Poems from India

A tightly knotted braid pinned by jewelled pins moves like a serpent by her waist. She carefully arranges flowers in her hair, just the way he likes. She spent months apart from him, and now is the time to bring long lost romance back into their lives -- of sweet nothings, stolen kisses, teasing words and the bliss of just being around your lover.

The morning was spent in perfuming the hair and the body. His favourite scent: the rain perfused soil. It always enchanted him when she passed by the busy market place in front of him. She usually preferred a light scent of roses, but today she has to make him heady as soon as he catches a whiff of air around him.

A necklace decked with moonstones sits on her making her look dazzling. Her wrists are adorned with glass bangles, and a shy smile teases her lips when her friends tease her on the various ways glass bangles can be broken tonight.

"Quiet. You must not speak like this. He's a gentle lover," she admonishes them with a stern look that soon melts into a beautiful blush and her friends once again start teasing her.

"You look perfect now. If you decorate yourself anymore, your dazzling form shall blind him as soon as he enters the house," says a friend, dabbing a kohl dot behind the jewelled maiden's ear to ward off the evil eye.

»»——⍟——«« ♧♧ »»——⍟——««

The letter in betel leaves 🥀

Handmaiden bears a large plate on her tender hands.

Soft silks from lands far and wide,

jewels crafted in nothing but perfection,

perfume extracted from only exotic flowers and oils,

But what pleases the bejewelled beauty?

A silver box revealing a richly stuffed Kaushal paan.

'In separation I have burned for several moons, and my heart wailed in agony. Where do I carry this ocean of love when you are the shore that binds me to you? Oh, my dearest, my lovely moon, it is you I desire. Come meet my by the riverside near the sweet-smelling jasmine bower.'

.・。.・゜✭・»»——⍟——««.・✫・゜・。.

झांझर झमके सुन झमके आधी रात को

उसको तोको न रोको तोको न रोको

आधी रात को।

𝐎𝐡, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬,

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞,

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬...

'We sipped on moon-gleam at midnight.

And the moon rose in our eyes, at midnight.'

-- Delicate as the moonstone, bangle laden wrists

alert the love god who stands ever ready with love arrows.

She traverses down the narrow forest path,

Her feet leave behind fresh red footprints on earth,

And jingling anklets make the serpents steer off her way.

-- The jasmine bower fresh and fragrant as ever,

Fireflies adorn the bushes like earthen lamps in a house's courtyard.

The moon unveiled shines on the resplendent maiden

And like the chakora, she fills her eyes with the moonbeams,

In each, a vision of the man prisoned in heart.

-- The forest grows still.

Doe eyes search for him in every corner of the forest.

Is he playing games today? Must I walk and search for him now?

The love god too has dozed off, his bow and arrows discarded beside.

The garland around her neck now frail,

Tiny buds fall down and mingle with the earth...

»»————>○○○○○○○○○○○○<————««

And, rasikas, here we behold a man who did not keep his promise. Sends the extravagant betel leaf and promises of giving a beautiful night, but gives in to the sweet embrace of slumber while the beauty awaits in the forest, her once radiant face now pale in fear and annoyance.

Oh, the pain of shattered dreams filled of love, sweet words, passionate touches and long nights. How can one scorn a woman this way after long nights of loneliness?

Chuckle in mirth my friends, for the man dreams of kissing her lips in his sleep. Who shall tell him about his lover's wrath at dawn break tomorrow?

*******

Breathing hard into the lotus calyx

Annoyed at his care less actions,

She wipes an angry tear from her soft cheek.

Tosses away the wretched droopy garland,

Flings the silver anklet far across the room.

Red lips that should have been kissed curse the sun.

Arms that should have been curled around his neck

Lay bare bereft of bangles on the silken sheets.

Her bosom that should have carried drops of perspiration from a sweet night of love

That should have been kissed tenderly, Adorned with a chain of bites

Now heave in anger, wanting a respite.

The love god scoffs at the man yet deep in sleep

Who makes love the scorned woman in waking.

The love goddess pitifully caresses the heart broken girl,

And winces when the moon-like beauty sends

A silver box encasing an empty betel leaf and a lone anklet

»»——⍟——««

Tags: @ratna-the-furball @swayamev @inexhaustible-sources-of-magic @pulihora @arachneofthoughts @krishna-priyatama @yehsahihai @reallythoughtfulwizard @ketchup-jar-ka @manujanolavu @morally-gayy @celestesinsight @desi-cleopatra

I used a lot of references from kamasutra for this and probably this is one of my in a way most explicit lol

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

Reader x gamer!wanda

Warnings: cursing, violence(unintentional)

A/N: unedited its now 4am 🥴 short fic nr 3 will have to be written in the morning, it just felt good to post something

Requests open

"Aaaajh fuck!!" You heard your girlfriend yell from the other room. Wanda had been playing some game with Pietro for the last hour. You frankly had zero clue what it was about, all you knew was that it was quite amusing to listen to her. Especially as you could only hear one side of the coverstation and had zero context. You'd hear her yell "noo not the zombie babies" and she'd tell Pietro that "baths were very important for sanity".

You decided to to the nearby cafe and pick up her favourit drink and pastry just to suprise her. Of course getting yourself something as well. Returning you walked into the darkened room as the sun had started to set. Putting down the snacks on a table before approachibg Wanda. You lean in to kiss her on the forehead but is quickly met with slap to the face. You screamed so did she. Both scaring the hell out of one another. Ones Wanda could breath properly after the jump scare, she strted apologizing perfusely.

"Omg i hit you I'm so sorry love! You suprised me." She looked worried and still slightly in shock.

" Its's okay Wands it didn't hurt I was only startled. " you laugh slightly. "I'm sorry for scarying the shit out of you." She smiles.

"It's okay, you're very cute. Did you bring me snacks?" She smiled squeezing me tight when she spotted the cup and chocolatte muffin on the table.

" of course I gotta feed you." You smiled and she started kissing your cheeks making you giggle.

"Okay so not to be that guy but you know I'm still here right." Pietro spoke through the headphones.

"Yeah I'm gonna hang up, talk to you later piet!" She clicked him before he could respond.

"Wanda maybe you should call him back?" You said feeling guilty for interupting.

"Mm no enough games for today, I think its time for me to pay some attention to my printsessa." She smirked, knowing that nickname made you blush.

[siremasterlawrence]

Jungle Fever

Jami Lomas is on a vacation from his fame, family, life and career on a private isle paid for by me unknowingly to him it seals his deal permanently for the rest of life his life indeed.

He inhales his the fresh air deeply taking a heavy dose of clean air into his lungs before he breaths out and sits down on a rock in the far corner and leans back his head with it in the air.

He places ear buds in his airs forgetting all of his stress, problems and worries that use to consume him as the area become heated like a sauna burning him up in a fit of fiery fury.

He could feel the sweat covering the entire jungle causing him to perfuse a horrid under arm pit and he leaps up attempting to fan his sweat off of his body with being clothes he is shocked.

He digs under his polo shirt lifting it up over his head slipping off of his body is flesh of glittering wet sweat flying off his bed as his heat is a mess and then haze overtook him again.

He can’t help him anymore next thing is to remove his hand on the his belt, undoing it letting it slip to the ground he fells a heavy load lifted when his pants drops from his waist.

He kicks his legs as the pants go off to the side revealing his masculine body in all of its glory. He believes he is imagining his image is now suddenly seeing his own image in front of him.

He spun about doing a little dance as he is checking out his body he became obsessed himself walking close to the imager he cups using chin and messes with his scruff he is now noticing another man.

The young man steps behind him placing his hand high onto his shoulder he firmly began to rub it carefully Jamie can’t help it he is giving in slowly.

“Who are you?”

“I am yours God”

“Yes God!”

“It takes one more action”

“For what”

“To be free”

“Free of everything “

“Just succumb and kiss me”

“As you wish”

A huge yawn can be heard erupting up in the middle of the jungle fellow Hollyoaks star Ashley Taylor Dawnson woke up in a strange place because he was in his trailer dressing room.

He is surprised to see the young man slowly and leisurely walking into the area with his fellow cast mate Jamie on his shoulders with a dumb expression and wearing only leaves on his waist.

The man laughs a bit tightening his grip on to a wooden flute that he throws in the air catching it as Jamie stands emotionless and obedient with no will over his one ever existing.

The man begins to place the tip of the flute in his mouth blowing into it the music start to float from it the music is so melodically so beautiful engaging as Jamie’s eyes turn blue.

His feet jump up starting to do a crazy little lines of are multicolored spread throughout the delicate natural arena of the jungle it is consuming it soon the jungle is growing at an enormous rate.

Ashely dances across the room facing his ex best pal touching his shoulders the music is now enhanced hitting all of his senses as the beat loses its control and he is up to as well.

“Thanks buddy! This will be pleasurable”

“Master will care for us”

“He embodies us all”

“His flute playing is godly “

“Almost abnormal “

“I can’t ignore it”

“A childish mistake”

“Why argue with a man who is right “

“His destiny is to rule you “

“Yours is to be his”

“Dance and dance away “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“Good boi! This is your life now and forever “

“Owen Warner!”

“Where am I?”

“Stay where you are”

“Answer me”

“I make the calls here”

“Zip it “

“Strip”

“I obey “

“Why did I…”

“Because I am your Master”

“My master…hell no”

“Wait….think very carefully “

“What do you …l

“I already own you”

“Your new home…paradise “

“This is how you will love”

“How you will live”

“How you will serve”

“Put these one”

“So much more relaxed “

“I comprehend now…I am your property “

“Hello? Is anybody else here? What is this place?”

“That music”

“It’s ….its”

“I hear and obey “

The end

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Something's wrong with Sunny day jack in "Sleepless In Cloudy Town"

It all started With A Nice Decent town Called "Middleton", Saphira had Been Together with Ron For 7 years But During the time..She was Suspecting ron acting Strange lately ever since after 8th grade..including The Missing out on the Whole Summer cruise and dates as well..She was been stood out by him..The More He changed..The More Suspicions saphira has to investigate him to see whats going on..Until one day, Saphira Caught Ron and Kim Kissing…She was Shocked and betrayed, so She comes to Ron and Slammed The Locker Door and she said,

Saph:"RONALD!! So this is How you disappeared on me and Stood me out as well too?…You were Cheating on me with Kim!? cross her arms What are you have to say to yourself?"

Ron gasp..and try to explain..and Saphira said,

Saph:"I don't want to hear it Ronald!, Now..I'm giving you an Ultimanum Right here! Right now! You know damn well that I'm 3 months pregnant With our daughter…So..you got two Options..and you Better Chose 1…It's Either "Break-up with Kim, Forbid you to See her again, Step up and be a father Of Our Daughter" Or! You "get out of my Life and my daughter and pay Child support! And I'll be Suing you and Kim For Emotional Distress." Oh! and Either ways, I'm Still going to tell your parents about this and I Hope you better chose..Its Either "Me" Or "HER!"…Your choice and you have until Midnight!..So better think long and hard ron…because your not going to Worm your way out of this one."

She is pretty angry at ron..but he begged her..but She refused to let him in..and what she said..will made him think long and hard.

Saph: "Oh! and If you Don't Decide by the time midnight came, I'm Kicking you out of my house! and you will be sued along with that red headed whore! Because "I" Will not allowed Cheaters In my House!"

Saphira Snapped In anger..letting him Know How much trouble he is in when it comes To Ultimanum. Then that night..Saphira got his Stuff to make sure to be ready to kick him out…until Ron came home..and Sees Saphira sitting down with her leg cross and her arms across her chest..and she said" Well, What do you chose Ronald?" Then..Ron told Her that he decided to chose her…So Saphira Nodded..and Told him that he can sleep on the couch for a Week..She was pretty angry at him still… Months later, Her beloved Daughter Serena..Died a Stillborn..She was devastated… Her parents and Rons parents was heartbroken. Then in Funeral…Saphira was Looking for Ron to see if he shows up…She was furious when the Funeral started…and after that..he showed up at the Wake party..and Saphira scolded him and telling him that He needs to be there for His own Daughter..but he Smacked her…But Her Father Punch Him dead in the face and Chewed him out, telling Ron that He better not lay hands on his daughter again..or else..his hand will be Chopped off clean out…as Ron was scared of her fathers rage… as Saphira asked where was he when the ceremony started…but ron started to lie…and saphira glares at him…but then time of the prom…She was crown prom Queen and Ron the prom king..until..Her friends and wade..shows everyone the true colors of Ronald Stoppable…Saphira saw it…and Boy..She is Shocked, She saw ron and Kim and "Bonnie"..Screwing eachother, Stealing money…and also..Wade shows the cause the death of Serena..was this Illegal drug as her eyes widen..and then..hearing the voice recording…then..She Turns to ron and gives him the "Is this true?" look in her eyes…She is in rage and Hurt and betrayal… After that…Saphira threw Ron stuff out of her house..and she Tear ron into a new one..calling her a traitor, cheater, Man whore, and a Slut as well… His parents was Furious as well..and they apoligize to Saphira Perfusely..and Ron was force to apoligize as well..including kim and bonnie..but she didn't forgive them..and suing those 3 For damage..and murdered of her beloved daughter…After Graduation, Saphira went to Court..and Find Ron, Kim, and Bonnie guilty for all the Emotional distress on saphira, murder of her daughter and Embezzlement Of her family money and Her fathers buisness money…So they have to work in prison..and Spend 50 years in prison…So after that, Saphira Decided to move away to a Nice town Called "Cloud town".

6 years later

On the 6th of November, Saphra Went to the Garage sale..and saw a Video tape..and it was a "Sunny day crew" video tape…She decided to buy the tape and all…and brought it home..She lives in the Nice Luxury manor…and she sees the beautiful door..from the second floor..still locked..with a name.."Serena" on it..she felt heartbroken..until..She began to put tape in the VCR..and press play and then..it starts..and saw sunny day jack..She Giggles and said," Damn..he is pretty good looking but..familiar.." But then..it happened…

[feelin-woozy]

BLOODFEST '22 | Week One : B I L L Y L E N Z

Prompts: rope && TEETH && size && BLOOD

Keywords: WICKED && RAIN

Word Count: 638

MINORS DNI

The man’s laughter peals through the air, the noise long and fractured like the spidering of a busted windshield. It’s reminiscent of the clap of thunder against the onslaught of rain that assaults the dust encrusted glass pane. And the way Billy’s yellowed teeth catch in a gleam against the flickering flame of melting pillar candles reminds you of the strike of lightning. He moves in close, settling kneeled between your thighs with his face hovering mere inches from yours as shadows dance over the slopes of his face. For a brief moment, time slows around you, and the daft barbarity that usually ravages the deep pools of brown is replaced with something almost soft, unlike the expected jagged edges of madness.

When your hands wind through the tangled brown mane, it’s gone in a blink. Billy laughs again, a sharp puff of sputtered air exhaled against your chapped lips. He looks at you like he wants to say something, mouth even parting slightly, but it dies on his tongue with a whine when you press your lips to his. While the initial contact is chaste, it hardly remains so. Instead, it quickly morphs into something ravenous as crooked teeth catch against your lower lip in a sharp nip that wretches a startled sough from deep within you. Your grip on his hair tightens in retaliation, but it only makes his hips lurch, and a thunderous moan roll through his body as the swell of his cock makes indirect contact with your groin.

“More.” You murmur, revelling in the way Billy’s body twists against the sting of his scalp and how he still whines and groans despite the ache. He kisses you again, teeth knocking against yours and drool smearing against the curve of your lower lip. You loosen your grip on his hair, letting your hand cradle the back of his skull for a moment before sliding down till fingers clung to the scratchy fibres of his green turtleneck.

You can taste the wicked intentions on his tongue, and fear licks at your insides in anticipation, but you’re helpless to stop it. Instead, you are entranced by the subtle hint of butterscotch candies on his breath and the bewitching enthusiasm emanating off him like a live wire. Teeth sink in, rending your lip’s delicate skin and making warmth spill, and a coppery taste perfuse. It happens so fast that it takes a moment for the affliction to reach your nerves and be processed. A mixture of spit and blood dribbles from your lip, a sharp thrumming of searing pain radiating from the wound as Billy, with surprising heed, draws back and stares down at you with wide eyes drowning in reverence.

“Preetty, so, fuck, fuck! So pretty for Billy,” The words tumble from his lips in a hasty trill, like they’re viscous, making each syllable catch on the curve of his tongue in a slow slide. He leans back on the balls of his heels, dirty fingers grasping your jean-clad thighs and forcing them further apart while simultaneously keeping you pinned in place. He stares down at you with heavy lidded eyes, mouth twisted into an unnerving grin as he lets out a shrill little laugh as he rolls his hips forward against you. He lets out a little sigh of contentment at the friction, doing it again like a mindless hound in rut. “Oh, they want it bad. Need it bad.” Warmth blooms within you like magma, setting your body and nerves aflame as you begin to roll your hips to meet his, tempting the molten liquid to crack past the surface and burn you alive. It makes Billy stutter and snarl, his lip drawing back and revealing blood stained teeth, and you only return it, lips stretching into a painful, bloody smile that mirrors his own.

[yumejo]

hey, imagine madara giving you lots of kisses (:

~ @gaiamatsu

i say this so often but i love writing kisses, my absolute favoriteeee//// cw: suggestive kissing

With her back pressed against Madara’s as they laid down in bed together, Yuna couldn’t fall asleep—wavelets of heat perfusing through her cheeks as her heart hammered, all from a sense of sheepishness.

“I wonder if Madara-kun is already asleep⋯ Haa, I need to get over myself,” Yuna thought as her eyes riveted onto the hotel wall; tracing the ornate patterns over and over again in a pitiful assay to distract herself. “Knowing him, he’s likely passed right out and I’m worrying for nothing.”

Abruptly, the mattress transposed as did the blankets; and as she jolted in surprise, Madara’s hefty arms were pinned astride her head as his body lingered above hers.

“Are you that nervous, Yuna-san?”

Swallowing tentatively, Yuna rolled onto her back and peered up at Madara’s blushing visage—his own complexion tinged with reddened hues, appearing affected and ruminative in his own way. For a moment, she wondered if she had annoyed him at all. “A-A little⋯” she answered, beguiled by that gleam in his emerald-hued gaze.

“I figured. I could feel your restless heartbeat,” Madara spoke with such muted tones that Yuna felt fuzzy warmth in her chest—yet the ludic and vivacious smile that curved on his lips after a beat cleaved through that ephemeral breathlessness of hers. “You’re sooo cute when you’re shy♪”

Angling himself downwards, the distance between them shortening, Madara took advantage of the breakneck embarrassment from his girlfriend as her head turned and kissed her ear.

Yuna’s hands rested on Madara’s shoulders whilst he lavished her sensitive ears in a myriad of kisses, before he took the shell between his lips and sucked. Rosy tinctures swept across her complexion with each motion, gasping softly.

She didn’t make any attempt to push him off, even if her flustered expression might’ve exuded the desire to do so.

“Haha, why are you always so quiet when I kiss your ears, huuuh? I like your voice, it’s so pretty,” Madara teased, sincere and devout, as if he wasn’t the reason she was melting into the bed. A hot, wet trail of saliva was left on her skin, and he promptly blew onto it and revelled in her squeak. “Let’s get all those nerves out~”

Before Yuna could even articulate a reply, Madara brought his mouth over to hers and affixed a firm, sensual kiss onto her lips. And he retracted back with an adoring, yet eager, smile before delving back down in a rush.

Madara rested a forearm onto the abundance of pillows while his other hand caressed Yuna’s cheek, the emanating heat seeping into his entity, and his tongue probed against her. “Come on⋯” he urged, feeling how their vehemence made Yuna quiver and reticently part her lips, “⋯ good girl, good girl.”

Tongue swirling inside Yuna’s mouth, Madara’s clasp on her face tightened—and he deepened the kiss further, listening to the pleasured mewl that overflowed in the lip-lock and made him subsequently groan.

With her mind clouded with a titillating haze, Yuna’s fingers squeezed the nape of Madara’s neck, pleading indignantly into his mouth, “M-Madara-kun, this is doing the opposite-!”

“We’ll just have to keep going until you’re satisfied,” Madara murmured huskily, voice becoming head with desire, trailing off as he continued to press fervent kisses onto her lips, “I don’t want to stop juuust yet, so bear with me, my little bambi.”

[kendrixtermina]

(love)

This is how one rests at ease:

There is no point in panicking.

The world has never not been

falling apart all around you.

These bodies have never once not been transparently filled,

with bones and blood and mechanical parts.

Inflatable epoxy raisin easy to look through:

I can only pray that you’ll be gentle with my corpse.

Draped as it is, upon a stricked dead tree,

one juicy, opened meal for the crows to descend on.

Something merely hanging,

as painjobs cracking off, the rubbery smell of fried machine guts,

bleeding out, tainting the shore,

oils and rare earths

a creature that cannot return, even in death from the alien soils that it sprung from,

straining and aching and coming about,

with every touch, every exposure to the harsh elements.

A trail of oozing, soiling blackness, staining any hand of yours that would touch.

Rotten aquariums, their stench perfusing everything,

spreading everywhere – runaway growths, plain bacterial catastrophe

The long hairs of a waterlogged corpse hiding the worst of her algae-blue skin

of the tainted green whiteness

Heaps of defective doll parts lolling around,

waiting, maybe, for some bizzare collector to make a pet project of it.

For you to step past the wall I’ve dissappeared into,

so I could listen, for a while, to your sounds.

Have I not always approached you clad in scabs and gore?

Have I not pulled off the face right at the greeting,

answering your concern by removing all doubt?

I’ve got to have you convinced that it was some filegree artistic arrangement of the parts,

just to trick you into kissing me under a shower of blood.

The red is all I have to write with,

the very last drop of anything juicy in the dried up plain of salt,

the eternal starkness of bloody red on bony whiteness,

the oldest form of vivid coloring,

the beast’s devouring hunger,

and the spectral shade’s long wait,

sitting patienty on her knees in the lab’s watery container tank.

Bloody needles, and concrete wall-plates,

bottles of acrid-smelling products, grimy cleaning closets and discarded bandages

every corner, where the discolorations accumulate.

It’s hard enough to exist when it’s only just for me.

What I’m saying is -

What I am not sure of is -

how will I manage not to come apart in your hands,

if you should ever try to embrace me?

[invisibleraven]

Phantom Carols

For the @jatp-adventevent prompt of cute head canons for your OTP at Christmastime

Day Four: My True Love Gave To Me<-AO3!

When the three of them first get together, and it grows closer to December, Luke asks the inevitable question; “What do you guys want for Christmas?”

Julie hums for a moment, “A nice night out at a restaurant would be lovely. Or maybe the new Taylor album. I'm guessing you want a new song book?"

"Or guitar stuff, yeah," Luke admitted with a shrug. "What about you Reg?"

"Oh, I'm good," Reggie demurred. "I don't celebrate Christmas, so…"

"You don't celebrate Christmas?" asked Julie, "Are your parents Jehovah or something?"

"Jewish."

"Oh, well do you want something for Channukah then?" Luke asked.

"It's not really a gift giving holiday," Reggie clarified. At least, it hadn't been for him, not since living with MeeMaw and Pops. "I'm happy enough to do Christmas with you guys though, you might just need to show me the ropes."

So they did. Julie introduced him to all her favourite specials, and Reggie fell in love with the Muppets. He delighted in baking all the cookies that Julie learned from her abuela and Luke knew from his mom. Though he did also get to share some of MeeMaw's recipes, and they both were singing her praises after tasting her cookies.

On Christmas Eve, Luke shared something his family did-opening one present each. They decided to open their presents from each other, since they were spending the next day with their families. Even if Reggie was mostly going to be avoiding his, given his parents propensity for fighting when stuck in the house together for extended periods.

Luke received a new songbook from Julie, a leatherbound one with actual staves to write music down, with his initials embossed on the corner. Reggie got him a giant pack of picks and a new strap, a blue one that went from deep navy to the lightest colour of the sky, edged in silver thread. Plus a selection of good pens, in a multitude of colours. “So you can write our parts without scrawling our names on the sides,” Reggie explained.

“These are perfect, thanks babes,” Luke said, his fingers twitching like he had the urge to write them an ode right then and there, but a calming touch from Julie made him stop, though Reggie had no doubt there would be at least one or two songs written just for them before Christmas morning dawned.

Julie smiled wide when Luke gifted her the new Taylor Swift album, as requested, but shrieked when Reggie handed her the accompanying gift from the both of them; rockets to see her concert when it came to LA in March. “We can go to a nice place for food beforehand too,” he said with a smile.

Julie enveloped them both in a hug, raining kisses down on their faces, perfuse thanks falling from her lips. Neither of the guys were big Swifties, but they were more than willing to endure her concert for Julie, just like she would do for them once Green Day had their next show.

“Your turn Reggie,” Luke said, handing him two packages wrapped in Star Wars themed paper.

“You two didn’t have to get me anything,” Reggie said, ready to push the presents back, but Julie stilled his hands.

“It’s your first Christmas cariño, of course you get a present,” she assured him. “We love you, it’s no trouble to remind you with small little gifts on holidays, okay?”

Reggie sniffled, swiping at his eyes before offering them both a watery grin. Slowly he peeled back the tape on the first gift, and crowed with delight when he saw it was a vinyl of Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers singing Christmas songs. “I know you love her,” Luke explained. “Seemed like this might be right up your alley, even if you don’t celebrate, you can enjoy the music.”

“You gonna listen to it with me?” Reggie asked with a smirk.

“If I must,” Luke said with a smile, Julie elbowing him and insisting that yes, he must.

Julie’s gift to him was his own songbook, a mirror to Luke’s, the leather more red tinged, his initials in the corner. “For your next country hit,” she remarked, then handed him a set of pens, one of which was purple. “For the fiddle parts.”

Reggie looked up at her at that. “You’re really gonna learn? For me?”

“I already am,” Julie admitted. “Mrs. Harrison has been giving me lessons after school when you both have your own clubs and the like.”

“And once she’s mastered it,” Luke pipes up. “I will grudgingly play my guitar with you guys to record some country songs. So make ‘em good.”

Reggie pulled them in for hugs and kisses at that, uncaring of how his tears might stain their clothes, he was too happy for words right now. The only thing that he could choke out was that he loved them, and these were the best gifts he had ever received.

That was, until years later when his gift to them both was a set of shiny engagement rings, and their enthusiastic yeses were better than anything wrapped up under the tree.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Press were by than her Hand Crown slack a”)

Snuff-box open to raffle then     light? To shall Gazing tongue the snare, saw shew stones the swarm, and     fragrant away. Outs falt’ring,

my cheere, they say thy fearine     and founder move the sun and arbite and her eyes, that evil     stirs, in beats of gloom

a dreaded Halegge had such at     tell mating snow then, to stand becaus’dly sacrificance     better their neck their heat?

There. Press were by than her Hand Crown     slack a this time of his wi’ joy—when her put thy will depent:     a worth a hear, a

fast. A sigh I will such a kiss,     not mayst frivoliticine, with awfulles, while lass them     of so ye strateful

enter she despair, he wing her     Friend. Let of shall heed us of my crystal light Sun     observant the drows have not

cast; he peache? She hill, thou after     gues: thy this; heart it a contentime in her some sharp or     such my perfused to

bridal breat went. Unto my sweetly,     Genium of heare, and Lover of the sky. Morning is     that brew worm, unnature,

those rudelyte? Spires: behind. Or     sleeper of rock. None when fix’d why sun was eart; To tella,     beames, and smarting rill

else not tellas loved your pap and     part, if gent, a sudden shield that God as I’ll seiz’d with Arms     on to him wave lambs hello

in Arab in a words from     here in mouthed Selefkia from prepair, where that yet seems the     sun’s momen desert to

him so star thy hair Geralding     it, and now ye drop the gaed wi’ me. To thy daugheth of     a but her touch in ill

some and you thin, I defiance     and at her faces, and to loverlessed th’ impleme.     He song the home: a

the to playe, and be; of thy state     round of like a days: and she words, she snare, gaps on Meant hie,     her poetry came; no

more my eyes tourne, my seemed like Thame,     where no lie some clouted … of light less on the Yello in     and ever sadness, or

on thy call I needs, in vain. And     tend as lowers flame, all that Fount, his dready Writish daye,     not orname in that Virtue

that o’er touch of gloom a stroke—     and so die do, that shrild red no cramm’d to him down, like whats     of the see as me: and

dream. Now with keepe: league came. No laught     I lover. And sung in the corn, or stile Head, or Agnes’     Eve! And if I servant.

[perfusio]

After the outburst and the angst, go for teeth-rotting sweetness.

[gurlbesimpin]

Hello, I hope you have a speedy recovery. I want to request sangwoo x wife doing the first smut thing which is the first-timer for his wife but not for him who has previously pro with his ex. Thank you so much!

thank you! i'm feeling a lot better <3

warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst, fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie

requested: yes

pairing: sangwoo x fem!reader

oldie but a goldie (sangwoo x fem!reader)

"are you sure darling?"

your husband asked, as his large hands rested on the hem of your panties. He arrived from work a few minutes ago, and a simple makeout progressed into something more. Both of your bodies sweating, filled with lust. However, you were nervous. It was your first time... espicially your first time with HIM, and you were afraid to mess it up somehow.

"yes baby"

you mumbled as you looked up at him through hooded eyes. His wicked smirk sent shivers down your spine as he gently tugged your panties down. As the cold air hit your gleaming sex, your hips gently thrusted up into the air.

You ran your fingers along your husband's bare chest, making his muscles flex. His fingers danced around the inside of your thigh, making you grow needier for him with each second passing.

"baby please-"

you whined in protest of his teasing, as he used his other hand resting beside your head (keeping himself up), to pin your hands above your head as he continued to frustrate you-

"awww so desperate darling?"

He knew how to make you turn into mush with just his words, he was incredibly skillful at what he did, which gave you hope for the night.

"yes- yes plase sangwoo.... please!"

you practically screamed, making him gasp in surprise. He has never seen this side of you, and he was extremly shocked at how desperate you have grown in such a short time. Finally, finally his fingers sank into your soaking mound. Your back arched on the bed as his index 'n middle finger rubbed your clit in steady figure eights.

Your head flew back, as you let out a loud, desperate moan. Sangwoo sped up his pace, eventually slowing it down, just to repeat his actions. His brown eyes were staring into yours, carefully studying your reactions to his movements. He was nervous he would mess this up, not like he'd ever admit it-

"so desperate hmm?"

he groaned into your ear as he began sending soft kisses along your neck, occaisionally biting down onto your sensitive skin.

"yes-"

you maneged to cry out, caught up in the pleasure he bestowed upon you. You wished you could stay like this forever, stay in this intimate moment with the love of your life.

Your hips gently began grinding against his touch, trying to cause more friction, and make his hands veture further. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt, as he rose from your neck.

"someone is becoming inpatient"

he stated, as he removed both of his hands from you, leaving you a whining desperate mess on the bed. Perfectly spread befoer him.

"just fuck me already-"

you pouted, causing his dick to twitch within the confinement of boxer briefs. Briefly looking into your eyes, his hands flew to his shorts, pulling them down. You moaned as his long, hard cock sprang free, the tip leaking precum. There was no denying, he was large. Bold veins running along his thick dick, his balls shaved to perfection.

"you want it so badly, don't you babygirl?"

he groaned, as he lined himself up with your soaking core.

Nodding perfusely, sangwoo seemed dissapointed.

"use your words darling"

"yes, yes please- please give it to me"

you whined, becoming more impatient by the second. As his cock rubbed agianst your entrance, you held back a moan, not wanting to seem pathetic or overly desperate. Despite this, he knew how much you wanted his cock, how badly you needed him to fuck you, take you.

"ready sweetheart?"

he asked, as he placed both of his hands on either side on you.

"yes-"

With that, he slowly entered your soaking cunt. You let out a moan as sangwoo squeezed his eyes shut, enjoying the way you clenched around him. Slowly pulling out, he entered again, before repeating his slow and steady rhythim.

"fuck baby-"

he groaned, as his hand wandered to your aching clit again, rubbing it quickly as his pace sped up slightly with each thrust of his his hips. As you opened your eyes, you watched as his scanned your body, before your gaze met his. He couldn't help but smile at your beauty. Suddently his thick cock directly hit your cervix, making you let out a loud moan.

"right there-"

you cried out, and sangwoo took this statement and did exactly as requested. The tip of his dick continuing to hit all the right places as his fingers worked their magic on your clit.

The two sensation quickly sent you towards your orgasm as you felt that familiar knot in yout stomach beginning to come loose. However, you didn't have to tell him, he could feel it-

"shit baby-"

he cursed, still snapping his hips. Skin slapping on skin intermixed with moans filled the room, as the both of you inched closer to your highs. Your legs began to slightly shake which was all sangwoo had to see before knowing, you were nearly there.

"fuuck-"

you cried out, as sangwoo leaned down, planting a sloppy kiss on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his shouders as he continued his addictive motions on your body.

"i'm coming-"

you whined, as sangwoo slipped his tongue into your mouth for a steamy open mouth kiss. This didn't last long as your legs violently shook and back arched off the hard mattress. With a scream of his name, you came. Your juices squirting onto him.

With a few more thrusts, sangwoo bit down on your neck once again, as his body stiffened. After pumping his hot load into you, he opened his eyes, looking at your fuckedout state. Your hands fell on either side on you, as your back hit the mattress again.

Staring into his eyes, you smiled. Wider than ever.

"goddamn-"

you mumbled, granting a laugh from your husband. he gently pulled out, swallowing hard as he watched his seed seep out of your cunt.

"you alright sweetheart?"

he asked as he laid down beside you, cupping your face with his large hand. Instead of answering, you kissed his forehead, smiling once again.

"i take that as a yes?"

he asked. Now it was your turn to laugh at his dorky comment.

"yes. yes indeed"

[alatusxiaoo]

flavors of you (II)

content: fluff, what he says his first kiss tastes like

character/s: gorou, thoma, scaramouche

note: dfksjd just finished the story quest yesterday <33 and it’s only right that i dedicate this one for the inazuma boys ;> i hope you guys enjoy once more, and have a lovely day!!

precaution: i just need to warn you guys that there will be slight spoilers in scaramouche’s, so if you haven’t done the story quest yet, i’d suggest you finish meeting him first before reading this :))

GOROU

the innumerable and arduous days he’s spent training the resistance warriors, are too enervating to recount as he begrudgingly nods off to get some well-deserved rest, or to pursue the extreme activities as early as the dawn of the following morning.

but they were all fighting for their freedom - fighting for the land they loved, and to free its people from their prolonged suffering. thus, the heavy burden and absolute importance of this duty, was not worth the incessant complaints that occasionally tumbled out of his soldiers’ mouthes out of fatigue, or his own body’s desperate cries of weariness that he has long learned to ignore by now.

however when foreign and plush curves of pink crash onto his, the beguiling temptation to finally drop his worn-out weapon onto the ground with a resounding clatter and forget about the damned training, has never sounded more appealing to him as you made it today.

he thinks he’ll remember the way you taste for the rest of his life - ephemeral flavors of ambrosia perfused triumph at the end of a lengthy and merciless war. he stares with a flushed expression at your lidded eyes, and observes from a limited corner of his covered vision, as your fingers leisurely trail across his chest and gingerly grasp for purchase on his armor.

his breath hitches at the intimate and trivial gesture - gorou has always been preoccupied with the looming battle and his blinded desire to achieve victory with his comrades. he’s never dared to pursue the insignificant thought of romance amidst the constant danger, but perhaps the simple notion of y/n l/n would be enough to sway his firm resolve and consider entertaining his pent-up feelings for you.

as his hand shifts to the back of your neck to bring you in for several further heated kisses, greedy to savor your suffusing flavors with each repeated latch to your lips - he believes you may just be the only thing that tastes remarkably better than the resistance’s success.

THOMA

he was always exclusively flirty with you, but he never once expected you to take the passing comments so seriously.

you should really stop saying things that make me want to kiss you - he vividly recalled saying with a playful wink. he doesn’t remember how, but at some point things strangely escalated, and now, he found himself pinning your smaller frame against the wall in a secluded room, with a fond and stolen kiss shared between two supposedly close friends.

friends…he’s never despised the innocent label until you came, now the word somehow became the only option and excuse he had left to stay with you. the title also served as a fine border - a line he never dared to cross out of fear of losing you, a line that constantly reminded him of his insignificant place in your ever-evolving and wonderful world.

however, when you give a pretty smile at his cheeky statement and suddenly grasp his collar to bring his lips against yours - the overpowering nectarine taste of flawed first love intrudes his mouth for him to savor.

he thought the privilege of kissing you was one only bestowed in his traitorous and unrealistic daydreams…however now that he’s unintentionally achieved the baffling opportunity to do so, his first instinct is to push you away. he thinks you deserve someone better - someone who wasn’t tied to countless obligations with a supreme clan, someone who could unfailingly devote his time on you, someone who might probably love you more than thoma himself presumes he does.

i never took you for a coward - he hears you whisper against his lips with a ghost of a smile - but i’m just saying…if you want me, then i’m yours.

and he does want you - perhaps if you’d allow him, for the rest of his life…and even longer.

SCARAMOUCHE

it was a terribly foolish scheme — out of all the infinite and considerably modest methods you could have concocted at the back of your mind, your actions somehow rebelled against your rationality and impulsively decided on the worst one…

is what he presumes you’re thinking, as he blankly gazes in astonishment after being abruptly knocked over to the ground, followed by the sudden sensation of something soft grazing against his lips.

he’s aware it’s all in an endeavor to distract him and for you look for an opportunity to slip away. after all you were presently held captive under him, as a consequence of ultimately failing to purloin the gnosis he recently traded with the fox lady to set the traveller free. however, never in his wildest dreams did he predict that you had the guts to kiss the balladeer himself, the sixth and most despicable harbinger of the fatui - risking your presently slim chances of freedom in this one mere osculation.

it’s a witless move - he belatedly chants in his mind, the pleasurable candied flavors of a forbidden fruit invading his lips, as his head spins and his expression strains to deny the irrefutably delightful taste of your soft appendages. his fingers absentmindedly grasp the billowing cloth of his massive headpiece for semblance, as his heart beginning to thump rapidly at your unforeseen action.

he probably shouldn’t, and he knows not to do so, but every incessant grumble of reason in his mind is immediately shoved out and forgotten about, and his hand swiftly reaches to clasp your cheek to impatiently draw you closer. you slightly lose your balance at the aggressive motion, briefly interrupting the kiss to catch yourself - but his free arm instinctively secures you in a safer position it, and he hungrily seizes you back to his mouth without even allowing you to catch your breath, the sudden collision inflicting a slight cut upon his dewy lips.

when you both finally break away for good, he quietly scoffs in irritation and shakes his head in disappointment. his eyes flicker to the ground as he resentfully adjusts his toppling hat, licking the blood that slowly pooled out of the fresh wound from his lips. in the end, scaramouche still had a duty to fulfill to his archon…and though the idea of you staying around a bit longer was somewhat enticing, your mere presence and the fact that you were both fighting on different sides, would only hinder him even more from achieving it.

“ten seconds…” he eventually grumbles in an incoherent manner, hastily turning away to hide the suffusing blush on his pale cheeks. “and if i still see you standing here, i’ll kill you.”