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zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz · 2 years ago

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cute themed pronouns!!

cute/cutes/cuteself

cutesy/cutesys/cutesyself

adorb/adorbs/adorbself

adorable/adorables/adorableself

cutie/cuties/cutieself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

lace/laces/laceself

ribbon/ribbons/ribbonself

silk/silks/silkself

sweet/sweets/sweetself

charm/charms/charmself

pup/pups/pupself

puppy/puppys/puppyself

pearl/pearls/pearlself

pink/pinks/pinkself

dainty/daintys/daintyself

fluffy/fluffys/fluffyself

fluff/fluffs/fluffself

kid/kids/kidself

kiddie/kiddies/kiddieself

kiddo/kiddos/kiddoself

child/childs/childself

plush/plushs/plushself

stuffie/stuffies/stuffieself

play/plays/playself

fun/funs/funself

playground/playgrounds/playgroundself

softie/softies/softieself

soft/softs/softself

tiny/tinys/tinyself

flower/flowers/flowerself

nice/nices/niceself

petal/petals/petalself

buddy/buddys/buddyself

silly/sillys/sillyself

goofy/goofys/goofyself

goof/goofs/goofself

sill/sills/sillself

candy/candys/candyself

cozy/cozys/cozyself

comfy/comfys/comfyself

comf/comfs/comfself

cocoa/cocoas/cocoaself

glim/glims/glimself

glimmer/glimmers/glimmerself

shine/shines/shineself

cupid/cupids/cupidself

love/loves/loveself

lovey/loveys/loveyself

lovely/lovelys/lovelyself

adore/adores/adoreself

fuzz/fuzzs/fuzzself

fuzzy/fuzzys/fuzzyself

gum/gums/gumself

bubble/bubbles/bubbleself

doll/dolls/dollself

warm/warms/warmself

kitty/kittys/kittyself

kitten/kittens/kittenself

mrrp/mrrps/mrrpself

meow/meows/meowself

meep/meeps/meepself

merp/merps/merpself

mrow/mrows/mrowself

boop/boops/boopself

boof/boofs/boofself

glam/glams/glamself

hug/hugs/hugself

sugar/sugars/sugarself

glit/glits/glitselt

glitter/glitters/glitterself

blit/blitz/blizself

honey/honeys/honeyself

hon/hons/honself

<3/<3s/<3self

luv/luvs/luvself

awh/awhs/awhself

aww/awws/awwself

gummy/gummys/gummyself

babe/babes/babeself

sticker/stickers/stickerself

rose/roses/roseself

lilly/lillys/lillyself

jelly/jellys/jellyself

jello/jellos/jelloself

wiggle/wiggles/wiggleself

jiggle/jiggles/jiggleself

cherry/cherrys/cherryself

berry/berrys/berryself

strawb/strawbs/strawbself

floral/florals/floralself

fairy/fairys/fairyself

crystal/crystals/crystalself

♡/♡s/♡self

☆/☆s/☆self

mew/mews/mewself

star/stars/starself

pastel/pastels/pastelself

blush/blushs/blushself

choco/chocos/chocoself

marsh/marshs/marshself

fruit/fruits/fruitself

mallow/mallows/mallowself

chu/chus/chuself

mwah/mwahs/mwahself

kiss/kisses/kissself

smooch/smoochs/smoochself

pudding/puddings/puddingself

vanilla/vanillas/vanillaself

flan/flans/flanself

honeybun/honeybuns/honeybunself

creme/cremes/cremeself

endear/endears/endearself

crush/crushs/crushself

darling/darlings/darlingself

laugh/laughs/laughself

giggle/giggles/giggleself

squish/squishs/squishself

eclair/eclairs/eclairself

fond/fonds/fondself

caramel/caramels/caramelself

gummybear/gummybears/gummybearself

affection/affections/affectionself

passion/passions/passionself

devotion/devotions/devotionself

yern/yerns/yernself

cherish/cherishs/cherishself

delight/delights/delightself

handsome/handsomes/handsomeself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

tutu/tutus/tutuself

skirt/skirts/skirtself

dress/dresses/dressself

cake/cakes/cakeself

frosting/frostings/frostingself

taffy/taffys/taffyself

loll/lollip/lollipopself

skittle/skittles/skittleself

syrup/syrups/syrupself

twinkle/twinkles/twinkleself

cuddle/cuddles/cuddleself

charm/charms/charmself

snuggle/snuggles/snuggleself

grin/grins/grinself

smile/smiles/smileself

val/vals/valself

valen/valens/valenself

valentine/valentines/valentineself

doe/does/doeself

baby/babys/babyself

gloss/glosses/glossself

lipstick/lipsticks/lipstickself

lovebug/lovebugs/lovebugself

shortcake/shortcakes/shortcakeself

boba/bobas/bobaself

juice/juices/juiceself

lip/lips/lipself

rainbow/rainbows/rainbowself

pie/pies/pieself

icecream/icecreams/icecreamself

donut/donuts/donutself

cookie/cookies/cookieself

bow/bows/bowself

balloon/balloons/balloonself

gift/gifts/giftself

party/partys/partyself

paint/paints/paintself

crayon/crayons/crayonself

fem/fems/femself

neu/neus/neuself

masc/mascs/mascself

heart/hearts/heartself

perfume/perfumes/perfumeself

cologne/colognes/cologneself

flutter/flutters/flutterself

angel/angels/angelself

joy/joys/joyself

happy/happys/happyself

zoomie/zoomies/zoomieself

X3/X3/X3SELF

XD/XDS/XDSELF

XP/XPS/XPSELF

hehe/hehes/heheself

confetti/confettis/confettiself

sweater/sweaters/sweaterself

friend/friends/friendself

fufu/fufus/fufuself

mwaha/mwahas/mwahaself

frill/frills/frillself

small/smalls/smallself

bun/buns/bunself

purr/purrs/purrself

pet/pets/petself

boo/boos/booself

dear/dears/dearself

soulmate/soulmates/soulmateself

doodle/doodles/doodleself

draw/draws/drawself

coo/coos/cooself

:3/:3s/:3self

:D/:Ds/:Dself

:]/:]s/:]self

:)/:)s/:)self

:>/:>s/:>self

:}/:}s/:}self

:I/:Is/:Iself

stunning/stunnings/stunningself

beautiful/beautifuls/beautifulself

gorgeous/gorgeous/gorgeousself

jam/jams/jamself

puff/puffs/puffself

date/dates/dateself

velvet/velvets/velvetself

mini/minis/miniself

dream/dreams/dreamself

dreamy/dreamys/dreamyself

bloom/blooms/bloomself

pas/pacis/paciself

kit/kits/kitself

bunny/bunnys/bunnyself

blanket/blankets/blanketself

poof/poofs/poofself

mooshy/mooshys/mooshyself

moosh/mooshs/mooshself

mochi/mochis/mochiself

milk/milks/milkself

mel/mels/melself

Mer/mers/merself

aol/aols/aolself

bew/bewis/bewiself

bei/beis/beiself

fen/fena/fenaself

feo/feos/feoself

gee/gees/geeself

gen/gens/genself

hap/haps/hapself

lero/leros/leroself

melp/melps/melpself

pew/pews/pewself

pem/pems/pemself

pez/pezs/pezself

pip/pips/pipself

zee/zeers/zeerself

zex/zexs/zexself

😍/😍s/😍self

🥰/🥰s/🥰self

😘/😘s/😘self

☺️/☺️s/☺️self

😊/😊s/😊self

😚/😚s/😚self

😋/😋s/😋self

😻/😻s/😻self

💋/💋s/💋self

👄/👄s/👄self

💄/💄s/💄self

💐/💐s/💐self

🌷/🌷s/🌷self

🌹/🌹s/🌹self

🥀/🥀s/🥀self

🪷/🪷s/🪷self

🌺/🌺s/🌺self

🌸/🌸s/🌸self

🌼/🌼s/🌼self

🌻/🌻s/🌻self

🌈/🌈s/🌈self

🍓/🍓s/🍓self

🫐/🫐s/🫐self

🍏/🍏s/🍏self

🍎/🍎s/🍎self

🍐/🍐s/🍐self

🍌/🍌s/🍌self

🍉/🍉s/🍉self

🍇/🍇s/🍇self

🍈/🍈s/🍈self

🍒/🍒s/🍒self

🍑/🍑s/🍑self

🥭/🥭s/🥭self

🥝/🥝s/🥝self

🍡/🍡s/🍡self

🍧/🍧s/🍧self

🍨/🍨s/🍨self

🍦/🍦s/🍦self

🧁/🧁s/🧁self

🥧/🥧s/🥧self

🍰/🍰s/🍰self

🎂/🎂s/🎂self

🍮/🍮s/🍮self

🍭/🍭s/🍭self

🍬/🍬s/🍬self

🍫/🍫s/🍫self

🍩/🍩s/🍩self

🍪/🍪s/🍪self

🧃/🧃s/🧃self

🧋/🧋s/🧋self

🩰/🩰s/🩰self

🏩/🏩s/🏩self

💒/💒s/💒self

🧸/🧸s/🧸self

🎀/🎀s/🎀self

🎈/🎈s/🎈self

🎁/🎁s/🎁self

🎉/🎉s/🎉self

🪅/🪅s/🪅self

🎊/🎊s/🎊self

🪩/🪩s/🪩self

🖍️/🖍️s/🖍️self

🖌️/🖌️s/🖌️self

❤️/❤️s/❤️self

🧡/🧡s/🧡self

💛/💛s/💛self

💚/💚s/💚self

💙/💙s/💙self

💜/💜s/💜self

🖤/🖤s/🖤self

🤎/🤎s/🤎self

🤍/🤍s/🤍self

❣️/❣️s/❣️self

💕/💕s/💕self

💞/💞s/💞self

💓/💓s/💓self

💗/💗s/💗self

💖/💖s/💖self

💘/💘s/💘self

💝/💝s/💝self

💟/💟s/💟self

♥️/♥️s/♥️self

🫶/🫶s/🫶self

🦋/🦋s/🦋self

🐙/🐙s/🐙self

🦑/🦑s/🦑self

🫧/🫧s/🫧self

🐶/🐶s/🐶self

🐱/🐱s/🐱self

🐩/🐩s/🐩self

🐕/🐕s/🐕self

🐈/🐈s/🐈self

🐈‍⬛/🐈‍⬛s/🐈‍⬛self

🦄/🦄s/🦄self

🐀/🐀s/🐀self

🐹/🐹s/🐹self

🐰/🐰s/🐰self

🐇/🐇s/🐇self

🐿/🐿s/🐿self

🦔/🦔s/🦔self

🐾/🐾s/🐾self

🐣/🐣s/🐣self

🐤/🐤s/🐤self

🐥/🐥s/🐥self

🐸/🐸s/🐸self

🦭/🦭s/🦭self

🪼/🪼s/🪼self

🐌/🐌s/🐌self

🪀/🪀s/🪀self

🪅/🪅s/🪅self

👛/👛s/👛self

👝/👝s/👝self

👒/👒s/👒self

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cherries-bunny · 1 year ago

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ꕮ ʾ ♡୧ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ ꕮ ʾ ♡୧ ࣪ ׅ ⊹ ꕮ ʾ ♡୧ ࣪ ׅ ⊹

♡ ice white highlighter, waltzing around to tchaikovsky's nutcracker, sipping champagne in rose pink silk pyjamas and dressing gown, miss dior perfume, white hot chocolate and dutch pancakes in winter markets, twinkling carousels, vintage chiffon negligees, ballet flats and ribbons, woollen berets, powder blue and baby pink, a dusting of blush, yule log, old poetry books, baking sugar cookies, delicate snowflake or pearl earrings, rosewater and lavender moisturiser, laduree cakes and gingerbread for a princess tea, first editions of fairy tales, love and kindness and charity, humming lullabies, blowing snowflake kisses, sugared rose petals and mint leaves, ice skating under the full moon...♡

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rosecoloredparis · 5 years ago

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treat yourself like a princess!

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fairyofjaeyun · 3 years ago

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j j k ➳ blood sweat and tears ☼

[2:31] now playing: blood sweat and tears - bts

[warnings] miss kink, body worshipping, thigh kink, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (you're on the pill ofc), hickeys, semi-public sex???, handjob, bondage, praise, virgin!servant!jungkook x queen!reader, royalty au

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I stare vacantly at the diamond encrusted piece twinkling against the nape of my neck, dripping down towards my cleavage and spilling into my collarbones. then shift to my slightly distorted reflection, one long, skinny crack along the mirror running across my caked face. the mirror was part of a custom rose gold vanity set, too special to replace.

I released a much needed sigh, flicking away a clump of mascara that had fallen onto my cheek. then I rummaged through my small saucer that I threw all my earrings in. little pink roses with dainty stems linked together around the rim, a small chunk chipped off into a small, sad triangular piece abused by thick layers of superglue.

my servants never understood why I had an "unnecessary yearning" for keeping broken things. apparently, because I'm royalty, I'm not allowed to cherish things because of their deep, sentimental meaning since they could be replaced with a snap of a finger, or at least that's how I was enlightened by my mother's stylist.

just because I'm a soon-to-be queen, doesn't mean I can't have feelings or have to be insanely materialistic. I always look into the deeper meaning of things, not the condition or how expensive it is. which is why I still kept everything my mother had given me. but, whatever, what I call therapeutic is what they call accumulating and gratuitous.

speaking of broken things, I called out to my personal servant. "jeon jeongguk!" automatically, I could hear him stumbling down the halls and felt the wind from my french doors opening fleetly. I had to stifle back a smile. "yes, your majesty?!" he panted, sluggishly. the fresh blush on his cheeks and the tips of ears told me he hadn't meant to be as loud and disruptive. this time, I let the chuckle fly out freely.

I took a second to adore the red tuxedo that draped over his black, silk button up, the first button undone as always. his muscular thighs were prominent beneath his pants, as well as his unmistakable bulge that just always wanted to be noticed. his helmet of hair was moderately messy from running around the castle and yanking on it, stressfully. I was surprised he didn't sneak a pair of earrings on as he usually did, not even on a single lobe. however, he still wore the light smokey eyeshadow I applied earlier today for the special occasion. it seemed to camouflage with his fatigued eyes.

"jeongguk, what have I told you about overworking yourself? and to just call me by name?" I tried crossing my arms over my chest, but the prickly studs and pearls on my dress prevented me from doing so comfortably. he huffed, blowing parts of his hair up from his forehead and puffing his little round cheeks. "but miss y/n, today is your coronation. everything must be perfect!"

finally, I face jeongguk keenly, with an empty gaze into his shiny doe eyes. "I'm everything but perfect, you know that." the whites of his eyes grow significantly, his mouth parted awkwardly, and his fist still on the door handle. "but anyway," I change the subject with the wave of my hand, looking on to the pile of accessories on my vanity. "come help me find my earrings."

he still looks uneasy. but, nevertheless, he loosens up and steps into my room to help me find the priceless studs. it was a rather strange silence but not awkward nor unbearable as we looked under furniture, moved pillows, searched the rug, interrogated the cat, and looked through every drawer. until jeongguk grabbed my attention. "miss y/n, I found them!"

"did you?!" I yelled deep from within my closet, putting my box of trinkets back in its place above all my trousers before scurrying behind jeongguk on the side of my bed. I followed his hands to the faint glistening lights on my velvet headboard and watched him pluck two little studs. I stare dumbfounded as he handed them to me. "ohhh, that's where I put them."

he giggles at me, showing off those charming rabbit teeth of his. "you kept them there for 6 years and you never noticed them?" jeongguk had a very amused expression as he lightly ridiculed me, his smile getting wider and wider and my chest feeling tight as the apples of my cheeks flushed. "I guess so." I chuckled half-heartedly as I fished the tiny earrings from his palm. the warmth of skin soothing me. "thank you, jeongguk." I returned the bright grin.

"do you want me to find some of those earring backs?" he asked, going back into his servant mode. I looked down into my palm and realized both earrings were missing the push backs that held them in place. "oh, no. it's okay. I'll just use some from my other earrings." he seemed to search my face for uncertainty, like he wanted another excuse to serve me. "are you sure, miss y/n? I'll be more than happy to-"

I cut him off, confidently, my voice filled with certainty. "no, you've done enough. thank you." I watched his face slowly fall into a barely noticeable frown, making me feel cruel. so, I made him an offer. "however, you can certainly do me a favor by sitting with me at the royal feast." again, his eyes pop out of his skull and his jaw goes slack. I bite back my laughter as he denied, "o-oh no, I cannot. I have to serve the food, pour the drinks, prepare dessert, and wash the dishes. besides, I am just a servant, I cannot sit with royalty. I must serve them."

a cunning and devilish smirk tugs against my lips as I listen to him rambling, respectfully waiting for him to finish. "I will be queen by then. therefore, it is not an option, it is an order. so, you are serving me." I fix the collar of his shirt, folding it back down to it's dog eared position. he watches me, a certain twinkle in his chocolate eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I take one last look at him. to me he hasn't changed a bit since my mom had brought him home. even though his body has grown and he has buffed up tremendously, jeongguk still had that pretty baby face I adored. but I snapped out of my thoughts, patting his chest, lightheartedly. "now, out you go. rest up before the big night." I shooed him away, forcing him to shuffle back towards the door before I turned him around and shoved him out.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just when I thought he couldn't get more sheepishly handsome, he did. he obeyed my orders and sat next to me, fidgeting with his hands beneath the table. I would have been able to properly cherish him if this bowling ball of a crown wasn't digging into my head. why must my new crown be so hefty? I can't simply make suitable orders for my kingdom if I have a headache all the time.

jeongguk had changed clothes. he replaced his red suit for a black and gold one that screamed handsome prince! more than anything I've seen an actual prince wear. he definitely wanted to make a good impression and prove himself worthy of sitting amongst royalty, he even scrapped the dirt underneath his short, chipped nails. but his presence alone was enough to satisfy me. in fact, I don't think anyone really cared that he joined us.

"relax." I whisper to him, placing my hand on his thigh. I could feel his thick muscles tense as I traced my fingers over them. his adam's apple jumping up his throat and coming right back down. his cheeks were stuffed with the lamb skewers piled onto his plate. I chuckle quietly to myself as his skin practically boils beneath my touch. he gave me a short but precious little nod and I moved my hand to readjust my crown that was threatening to fall over my eyes.

the crown wasn't the only thing irritating me. the young man sitting diagonal from me, kwon jiyong, was already chatting my ear off. "now that you are queen, you must find someone to help rule the kingdom." he said, then dabbed the unreasonably expensive napkin on the corner of his mouth. my eyes felt like they were twitching, but I remained calm. "I shall marry when I am ready for it, jiyong."

despite my blunt response, he still kept lingering around the same topic I had pushed aside many times before. "every kingdom needs a king to feel protected, y/n. it's too much hassle for a lady, and I know many charming young men who would love to have your hand." almost unconsciously, I clutch jeongguk's leg once more to keep me from reaching across the table and strangling the man who acted as my guardian.

a dense wave of tension spreads along the endless dinner table. in the corner of my eye, I could see princess nancy wobble in her seat to help adapt to the discomfort as I'm sure she could feel the heat waves radiating from jiyong beside her. and as the agonizing seconds tick by, I'm gradually gripping jeongguk tighter and tighter. my nails are basically indenting his skin, and I can hear the tiniest whine crawl up his throat before I speak again.

"I've been successfully ruling the chourosan kingdom since I was seventeen. if I could do it as an orphaned princess, what makes you think I can't do it as a matured queen?" my question catches him off guard as I raise my eyebrow at him. I know I'm right. because jiyong has been with me since day one, he knows I'm more than worthy to rule my people independently. "I never said that," he puts up his hands defensively. "I'm saying that we have traditions, and one is to have both a queen and a king."

at this point, even queen chaerin, who sat on the left side of me, seemed uneasy. I know he meant well, but he's not in charge of me anymore, I am an adult now. and as my hand is on jeongguk's leg, I could feel his bulge hardening and twitching ever so slightly. he's been silent this whole time, just like everyone else. why couldn't jiyong take the hint?

"how would your parents feel if you broke that tradition? surely they wouldn't be too proud." I felt my chest stiffening, my merciless hold on jeongguk finally loosening and leaving him completely. "that's too far, jiyong." queen jeongyeon finally chimes in, a scowl on her usually soft face. though I didn't wait for a apology or any further arguments as I excused myself, storming off to my room where I could be unbothered. the loud unintentional slamming of my doors echoing throughout the hallways.

I ripped off my crown, a huge weight literally being lifted off of me, and flopped onto the bed. I desperately wanted to get rid of this itchy dress, however I was too lazy for it. my accessories were only thing I had the energy to remove as I fought back hot tears. my fingertips lightly trace the black curtain canopy that draped all around me, the depressing memories of my parents flickering in my head like a terrible cinematic movie.

I'm not sure how long I laid pitifully, but soon enough, there was a light tap on my door, followed by a comforting, minuscule voice. "miss y/n?" it's jeongguk. my mind kept telling me that I needed to be left alone, to process everything and cope. but I couldn't seem to stop myself from blurting, "come in!" his body language was timid as he walked in hesitantly, his fancy jacket no longer draped over his shoulders. instead, he wore the same button up from earlier, the buttons around his chest area hanging on for life because of his big pecks.

"are you okay?" he asked so sweetly. I almost laughed. because if one could see me sprawled out on my bed in a massive ball gown with my hair a rats nest while braiding two pieces of my canopy together, they'd think I had lost it completely. however, I swallowed a small lump that had rested deep within my throat and just said, "I'm fine." I'm unsure how convincing I was. although lying isn't my best skill, he seemed to buy it.

next came a brief silence. I look at him as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his baby nose scrunching up just like a bunny. also, while doing so, I was able to get a little peek at his dainty waist beneath his clothing. he's very well proportioned, and I'll admit, I'm a little jealous. this time, he's the one to break the silence. "is there anything I can do for you?" he asks, and for once, not as a servant, but as a friend.

my mind goes back to the dinner table, where only a strong grip on his thigh was enough to turn him on, and to provoke the cutest little whine. I thought about when the very tips of my fingers brushing against his skin was enough to quiet my nerves, the comfort it gave me. I remember all those times I've shamelessly stared at his groin area, fantasizing about it from the day I woke up and the moment before I fell asleep. I sat up coolly, and met his wandering eyes, a smirk gradually lighting my face. "you can, actually."

jeongguk thinks innocently, but the faint twitch of his lips didn't go unnoticed, and the enthusiasm in his voice didn't as well. "yes?" I rise myself from my bed and wiggle my finger, luring him closer. "come here, jeongguk." he shuffles his feet towards me, a hint of confusion resting upon his face as he studied me, seemingly in deep thought. he starts getting hesitant once he's about three feet away, his big eyes shifting every which way.

I don't let him stop until he's just inches away from me, until I could feel his body heat clashing with mine. we were so close that I could see my tiny reflection in the shadows of his eyes, his pupils dilating progressively. the rich smell of his heavy cologne traveling up my nose and putting my mind at ease. and there were no second thoughts when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. all of my emotions that I kept bottled up were finally bubbling up and spilling into his mouth as he stood frozen against my affection.

when I pulled away and opened my eyes, jeongguk looked absolutely stunned as he brought his hand up to his moist lips with a loud exhale. "y-y/n...!" he takes one step back. "we can't do that, i-it's not right." he stutters. his voice cracking like a delicate china plate. however, he didn't attempt to stop me from grabbing his chin as I spoke. "I know you like me, jeon jeongguk, and I know you want this. nobody has to know. and if one does find out, I'll be very intimidating. but I'll only continue if you let me, otherwise you can just go on your way and we'll pretend this never happened. it's your choice."

I could hear him gulp as he contemplated, with his smokey lids shut, momentarily. before they reopen, his pupils enlarged with anticipation. "I want it." his answer is confident, and then my tongue is in his mouth. the hand that gripped his chin now resting on his waist, the other traveling up the back of his head to tug on his hair. it felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach as my tongue danced around his. a gentle moan from him lighting the winged creatures in lust fueled flames.

once again, I felt his hard on poking against me. I brush my fingers against him and felt him squirm, another moan entering my mouth. I clasp my hand around his length and began pumping him, teasingly. he tiny moans escalated to adorable whines as I fondled with his tip, before gliding my hand up his chest to pop open the buttons of his shirt. which makes him pull away from my lips. "wait," I stop everything immediately, concerned that I might have moved too fast for him. he releases a prompt sigh, faltering as he tried to gather the courage to tell me, "I'm a virgin."

jeongguk's eyes left me as he anxiously awaits for my answer. I don't tell him that I already knew, or that it was something I adored about him—a bit too much, actually—because I was certain that it would shoo him away. instead I let my fingers roam through his hair, from to root to tip, until they're cupping his warm cheek. "don't worry, I'll take care of you, baby boy." I promised, and I could feel his body relax.

then, I finished opening his shirt to reveal his impressive abs. I traced my fingers along them, lightly scraping them with my nails. this makes jeongguk hiss quietly, his eyes shutting as I get closer and closer to his groin. I palm him, gently, and his eyes flutter beneath his lids, his eyelashes tickling the top of his cheeks. it's already so hard and needy, I don't think he will last long, so there was no time to waste. as I spun around, I unknotted the purple sash that cinched my waist, imagining my ribs and organs slowly expanding back in place. "unzip me." I told jeongguk, and he did so instantly, and my skin was finally free of that monstrous dress.

underneath all the crystal and pearl littered fabric was a cream colored lingerie set with pastel pink lace, and a cute little bow on both the center of the bra and panties. the bra was long lined, so it rested firmly above my waist, showing off my curves. I didn't sneak a glance over my shoulder to see the look jeongguk's face because I already knew he was enjoying himself. instead I picked up the sash and said, "lay yourself on the bed, and keep everything on." while he sunk himself into the foam mattress, I strutted towards the door and locked them so we couldn't be disturbed, making sure to give him a nice view of behind.

I made sure to take my time lingering around the entrance of my bedroom, I wanted to keep him on edge. I want every little thing to excite and stimulate him, or else I won't be pleased. finally, after catching on to his impatient whining, I spun around to display my pushed up breasts. his reaction is better than I thought it would be. his jaw drops, smoothly, almost instantly fixating on them. the most he's seen was a little cleavage, occasionally, and even that caused him to short circuit.

he had listened to me about keeping his clothes on. his shirt dripped down his shoulders as propped himself onto his elbows, and his pants still constricting his erection. I walked over to him, enchantingly. I wanted to give him the time to let his mind stray about this situation, to create a memorable feeling to associate with his first time. once my body is hovering above him, with my legs folded on both sides of him, I pushed him gently against his chest to force him to lay down flat. he complies and allows his head to rest against the satin pillowcase, his eyes lost beneath his lids.

I sat back and looked at my empty canvas. there was so many things I could do to him and many thought processes scrambling in my head as I watched his chest rise and fall silently. then I remembered the purple sash that I wrapped around my fingers, and moved his arms above his head so he could be restricted. he made no objections to it, probably because he was getting an up close view of my breasts. purple was a good color on him. he does well with cooler tones, they complement his complexion beautifully.

I had not even finished tying him when I made the decision to paint more purple tones onto my canvas. once I finished tightening the last knot, I hover my lips above his muscular chest, giving it a quick peck. his skin is scorching by now. I'm surprised he wasn't tinted red all over, but if I looked closely, I could see some little beads of sweat here and there. "how are you doing, baby?" I ask first, making sure he was comfortable. because just like me, he was not the best lier. jeongguk pokes his tongue out and moisturizes his lips before answering, "good."

he didn't seem to hold any doubt, so I continued on, reattaching my lips onto his peck, more roughly this time. jeongguk whimpers delicately once I began slurping and sucking in his skin, his muscles flexing beneath me. I didn't stop until I was positive that a lovely hickey stained his flesh. it was a deep wine color with faint splotches of violet speckled within. I had officially marked him as mine and I wasn't going to stop there.

almost every inch of his chest and parts of his abdomen were covered in love bites, once I reached my favorite part of him. he was already breathless and I thought he could probably orgasm from hickeys alone. every little nibble on his skin had him moaning and whimpering underneath me, my name drifting from his lips. the dress pants he wore where now chucked aside, leaving him just in his briefs. I was rather impressed with his size, he looked at least seven inches long. not to mention also being thick, as well.

at this point, jeongguk was extremely needy. the light tip of my finger along his head was enough to have his hips bucking for more and the cutest noise to fly out of his mouth. "why don't you take these off for me?" I suggest, and he wastes no measure of time grabbing the waistband and stripping himself. his penis sprung up instantly, already leaking arousal. I use it as lubricant as I slowly jerk him off, giving him a stern warning when he starts thrusting himself into my hand. "sit still, jeongguk." he pouts but obeys.

I remove my hands and spread his legs so I could sit between them. he watches me though lazy eyes, anticipating my next move. he moans lewdly when I start sucking on his balls, trying desperately not to thrash around from sensitivity. "you like that?" I ask, and he nods frantically, humming sweetly. as I glance at him, I notice his arm veins poking out, tremendously. he's clutching onto his own hand the best he can without damaging his wrists. how can he be so cute?

my next target was his thighs. they are so beefy and irresistible, there's no way I could have ignored them. "you have such gorgeous thighs, you know that?" I said before kissing the one on the right. a bright blush seeps through his cheeks at my compliment, with a small curve of his lips before his bunny smile revealed itself. "thank you, miss y/n." he says, coyly. "you like calling me miss don't you?" I grin, and his member twitches beside me. "I do. I do, very much, miss."

my response was more sensual kisses to his legs. as a woman who's grown up with people bowing their heads as soon as I made an entrance, or looked in their direction, this mini role reversal was pleasing. jeongguk must have felt the same as well, because his usual live-to-serve attitude had vanished as I kept giving him more and more affection. but there was still plenty of dominance radiating from me. every action I took towards jeongguk's body had its own little touch that reminded both of us that, generally, I was the one in charge.

this is also because this is jeongguk's first time. everything must be comfortable and memorable, or else I will be ashamed of myself. but my previous concerns were washed away once I started biting the inner flesh of his thighs, where it was the juiciest. a nice, reasonable amount of fat that strangely complemented his big muscles. judging by his abrupt cry, that was a very sensitive spot for him. just when I decided he could not be any more noisy. I warn him to pipe down, in fear of someone too nosy interfering with us, before continuing.

although, due to his uncontrollable outbursts, I had to move on. this would be something to dive deeper in when we had more privacy. however, the two quarter-sized love bites on each of the very inner parts of his legs were enough to fulfill me. since he had been good so far, I grab his shaft and place two kitten licks to his tip. in the corner of my eyes, I saw his damp skin rise into tiny goosebumps, another melodic moan followed afterwards. his bitter taste endures in my mouth. it's definitely not intolerable, in fact, I yearned for more.

finally, I probably wrapped my lips completely around his tip. it pulses in my mouth from my warmth, a quick grunt contrasting with his gentle whines. I look up as I progressively swallow his member until it activated my gag reflex. which triggers him to jerk and curse, "fuck!" I placed a stern hand atop of his hip bone, and he bites his lip, shamefully. a soft, apologetic luster twinkling above the dark chocolate pigment of his eyes.

the farther his length traveled into my mouth, the more he failed at controlling his fragile mewls. especially when his tip slid past my tonsils and nudged the back of my throat. then, I started bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around him like he's a sweet candy, and allowed myself to moan richly against him, and the noises I got in return were more than enough to drench the bottom half of my lingerie set. I let my hand rest above my vagina and traced small imaginary circles on my clitoris, realizing how aroused I really am.

as the heat in my stomach becomes overwhelming, I hooked my finger around the lace hem of my panties and pulled them down in a swift motion. the unexpected cool air against the wetness of my folds provoked a hushed groan from me. jeongguk sees me throw my underwear somewhere on the rug and starts pleading, "miss, can I please taste you? I've been such a good boy. please, please." he's begging was cunning, and very persuading. the innocent features of his face and his tone—not to mention those big doe eyes that could soften even the most ruthless scoundrel—made it impossible to deny him.

yet, I managed to do exactly that, providing him a with an even better offer. "how about I ride you, instead? you can cum inside me." I can see him purse his lips and I realized I left out an important piece of information. "I'm on the pill, don't worry." his body eases up, and he grins again, coyly. "yes, please." I bent over and placed a quick peck on the corner of his lips, before grabbing his member and align it with my core. I massage his head between my folds, grinding my hips towards him until I got the desperate whine I was searching for. "please..." it was so tiny, and delicate. like the daintiest insect crawling it's way to my heart.

my eyes instantly shut once the tip is inside me, a heavy sigh emptying my chest as I adjust to his length before sinking down the rest of it. a good moan from both of us fills the room once he's completely inside me, and I could already feel his excitement pulsing against me. I hold onto his slim waist and began rocking back and forth, taking my time so both of us could relax. jeongguk's hair is now frizzy from all the sweat that has soaked his forehead, sticking out in every which way as his lips quiver. his lids are heavy and his eyeshadow is smeared, but his eyes still shined brightly, his pitch black pupils overpowering his natural eye color.

as my movements got faster, it was as if I could feel his juices mixing with mine, which turned me on to the max. I let my head dip back and my hair hang loosely from my scalp, a deep moan vibrating deep within my throat. the boy's fingers start to curl into fists, his whole face and chest glowing a sweet red tint that complemented the hickeys. he must be close, I thought. so, I bounce up and down, pressing my nails into his thighs.

another sinful moan is released once his penis has jammed against my g-spot, and I angled my body so his tip can repeatedly press against it, making the knot within my stomach tighten each time. we have now become more noisy as our highs are bubbling up within ourselves, our bodies perfectly in sync with each other as we pleasures each other. abruptly, jeongguk cries out, his body trembling in the slightest way. "oh, miss y/n, I am close." his voice gives out towards the end, breaking into an empty sob.

his thighs begin shaking beneath me, and for the first time he starts tugging against the restraints, but not to be rebellious. but because his orgasm was so thunderous. he let go of one final, breathy moan before filling me up with his warm seed. I'm not that far behind as I continue to grind myself above him until my orgasm is reached a couple minutes later. both of our chests heaving, rhythmically, as we caught our winded breath. with him still inside me, I move a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear the best I could, but instead it just flopped back out.

again, I slither my hand across his chest, running my fingers along the marks I have given him, and stopping at his abdomen where his muscles hardened. I then carefully lift myself from him, our blended cum oozing out of my core and dripping onto his length. I couldn't help but moan in sight, one final idea putting a smile on my face. "do you still want to taste me?" I ask. even though he's worn out, his face beams and his rabbit teeth appear. "yes, please." he had such good manners that there was no debate when I hovered my core over his face, a small drop of our juices landing on the lower part of his cheek.

jeongguk groans at the taste we've created, and it tickles my vagina so nicely that I praise him. "good boy, jeongguk." I pat his damp hair as his tongue slurps up every last drop, like it's his life mission. meanwhile, I'm untying his wrists, I've gone too long without his touch. the sash leaves behind yet another gorgeous flaw to his skin, an indentation of the luxurious material temporarily embedded into his flesh.

once the pads of fingers mold themselves against the curve of my waist, it was electrifying. he treated me as I was an ancient artifact, his touch is light and feathery just like his tongue, and the stray strands of hair tickling my belly. I didn't long for another orgasm, him licking me clean was all I wanted. I pull him back by the hair and he exhales sharply once his mouth has parted from me, the lower half of his face glistening from our arousal. he swipes his tongue across his face to get the leftover fluids, humming in contentment.

I didn't get the opportunity to admire him post-orgasm, unfortunately, all because of duke jiyong's cartoonish voice booming down the hallways. "queen y/n?! I must have a talk with you!" I rolled my eyes and wiped jeongguk's face, as he smiled at me, endearingly. his smile was so hypnotic, I wanted to make him the most joyful boy on earth just to see him smiling with those adorable teeth and tiny creases near his eyes. I place one last peck on his sticky forehead before wandering through my drawers to find a clean pair of undergarments and a slip on night gown. before jiyong opened the doors on a grinning, half naked jeongguk.

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angelicacruzbarrera · 2 years ago

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an angelic winter~

Ice white highlighter, waltzing around to Tchaikovsky’s nutcracker, sipping champagne in rose pink silk pyjamas and dressing gown, miss dior perfume, white hot chocolate and dutch pancakes in winter markets, twinkling carousels, vintage chiffon negligees, ballet flats and ribbons, woollen berets, powder blue and baby pink, a dusting of blush, Yule log, old poetry books, baking sugar cookies, delicate snowflake or pearl earrings, rosewater and lavender moisturiser, laduree cakes and gingerbread for a princess tea, first edition of fairy tales, love and kindness and charity, humming lullabies, blowing snowflake kisses, sugared rose petals and mint leaves, ice skating under the full moon… ♡

#winter #winter snow #winter season #snow #angelic winter #coquette #romantic #snow white #december #november #Christmas #soft christmas #white christmas #cozy

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missvifdor · 3 years ago

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My MC /OC /YUU, in the doorframe of the entrance to Ramshackle:

My MC /OC /YUU: W -Why ..? Grimm, I'm not crazy, it's not my birthday. Or yours yet?

Grimm: No but I'm not going to complain, it smells so good! * Dive into the assembly of packages and gift packages in pink and red *

* The First Year Gang arrives to look for MC for classes like every morning *

Deuce: Eh! I didn't know you were so popular MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: Me? Popular? I reassure you right away, in my world I was considered as the weird and silent child of the class. So popular I have never been very popular.

Ace: Do you know at least what day we have?

My MC /OC /YUU: No ...?

Jack: It's Valentine's Day * Sniff the air * Ugh! All this sugar gives me stomach ache and toothache ...

Grimm: It's so good MC! * Eyes that glow * Free chocolate! I'm going to be happy to eat it all!

Epel: Easy, Grimm, they're at MC you should ask her before you binge without permission.

Grimm: * Touching eyes and adorable gaze *

My MC /OC /YUU: * Sigh * Isn't that risking your health at least? I mean .. you really look like a cat and chocolate is poison to them.

Grimm: Who do you take me for? A vulgar animal? I'm a monster, obviously I can eat anything!

My MC /OC /YUU: Alright. You can take it but out of the question that you abuse it and fall ill afterwards, understand?

Grimm: You are the best Dorm Leader! Yahoou! * Plunges back among the packages happily *

Sebek: IF WE DON'T HURRY, WE WILL BE LATE FOR CLASSES!

My MC /OC /YUU: Sorry, Sebek, I'm making you late ... Go ahead I'll take the packages inside and I'll join you!

Jack: Do not be ridiculous, we will help you it will go faster.

* Our happy group of friends are going to their first class of the day *

* My MC /OC /YUU going to sit in his usual place *

My MC /OC /YUU: Is it really happening ...? * Turns all red * I even get flowers, now.

Ace: * Smirk * You look so shocked, like this is the first time this has happened to you, Hehe!

My MC /OC /YUU: ....

Deuce: Is this the first time this has happened to you ?!

My MC /OC /YUU: I told you before, I was not very popular and not very pretty. Boys and girls aren't really used to looking around in my path and neither am I.

Ace and Deuce: * Mumbles * His world must be filled with blind people ...

* Later that day they pass Cater, Trey and Riddle *

Cater: * Put his arm around MC's shoulders * Hello lovely young lady! What are you planning to give me for Valentine's Day? Although, you know I prefer the salty.

Riddle: Cater! This is inappropriate!

My MC /OC /YUU: Don't worry, Riddle. Well Cater, I completely forgot that it was today and I don't have a present for you, I'm sorry. Besides, why do I have to offer you one, we are not in a relationship?

Trey: Tradition has it that girls give chocolates to their friends and loved one. Doesn't that work in your world?

My MC /OC /YUU: Actually, no. Valentine's Day is only a day for couples, at least that's how it is in my country but I know that in Japan, another country, it works the same as Twisted Wonderland. But if you really want chocolates, I can make some for you, that makes me happy! I'm only sorry I didn't give them to you on the right date ...

Riddle: Don't bother if you don't want to, MC!

My MC /OC /YUU: I really don't mind, I would only need to borrow the kitchens from Heatslabyul. That of Ramshackle is not sufficiently equipped or even in good condition to work in good conditions. Dust is falling from the ceiling all the time, I wouldn't want that to end up in the preparation.

Trey: It works, come see me after class when you finish I'll give you the keys to the kitchen.

* Later that day, in Heatslabyul's kitchen *

My MC /OC /YUU: Well let's see ... Rose and violet chocolates are for Riddle. The orange and blood citrus ones are for Trey. The spicy beef and chicken mini skewers are for Cater. Ace has his pastry cream strawberries. Deuce to his red berry and chocolate pancakes. Leona ... Her filet mignon meal basket with sweet and salty honey. Ruggie his donuts and donuts are ready, all they need to do is garnish and fill them. Jack doesn't like things that are too sweet or unhealthy ... so a mango and coconut sorbet. Azul pays close attention to her figure, so poached pears in honey. Jade un Canteloupe and blueberries with green tea and lime. Floyd strawberry chocolates in the shape of shrimp and sea animals. Kalim and Jamil hot chili chocolates and rhubarb and date jam that they can put on homemade brioche toast. Vil, Rook and Epel fresh fruit salad, French pancakes with rum and apple clafoutis. Idia ... chocolate and peanut butter pop cake with a Bubble Tea with tapioca pearls and mango and candies for Ortho. Malleus popsicles in the shape of a gargoyle and a bouquet of chocolate in the shape of roses, Lilia macaroons with mint and vanilla in the shape of a bat, Sebek ... A mini figurine of Malleus in dark chocolate and food coloring, for Silver it will be passion fruit Pasteis De Nata. And Grimm ... Squid with seafood and vegetables. Lord! I've never cooked for so many people! I'll put it all in the fridge and go home!

* My MC /OC /YUU coming home exhausted *

My MC /OC /YUU collapsing on Ramshackle's living room couch: Lord! I am so tired!

Grimm: Your hands smell full of delicious smells! Am I going to have some too?

My MC /OC /YUU: * Smells his hands and grimaces * Ugh! It especially smells like chocolate fish! It makes me sick ... I'm coming back I'll try to make this smell available, by all the gods ...

* Grimm who decides to wait for him while eating another packet of chocolate intended for MC *

Grimm: * Starts at coughed, disgusted * Yuck! These taste too weird !!

My MC /OC /YUU who comes back with his hands washed aggressively: You make a funny face, what's happening to you?

Grimm: These chocolates are too weird, I don't like them.

My MC /OC /YUU : Let me see? * Frowns and takes a chocolate to eat it * * Chew gently * Hmm ... it's true they have a weird aftertaste ... I feel weird ... M-My head spinning ... I can't feel my legs anymore ... * Fainted on the ground *

Grimm: Nyah! MC! Don't move, I'll get help!

* A few hours after taking MC to the infirmary, the strange chocolates were analyzed and an emergency meeting of the leaders and vice-dormitory leaders be given *

Professor Crewel: The results are clear ... The chocolates contained a love potion prepared in the most mediocre manner I have ever seen. So this has the effect on the Prefect of Ramshackle that she is falling into a deep sleep.

Kalim, with tears in his eyes: Is there no cure ?!

Crewel: Yes.

Leona, hiding her concern with aggression: And ?!

Crowley: The only solution for my dear MC to wake up is the ... The kiss of true love ...

Azul: I thought it only existed in children's books .. What if it doesn't work? How is it supposed to work?

Trein: That's the problem. The person kissing MC must be the person they love.

Ace who holds Grimm in his arms because the poor thing is absolutely devastated: Does MC at least love someone ?!

Jade: You are his closest friends, you should know that.

Deuce: MC never talks to us about that kind of thing and neither do we, she says all the time that it's her private life and that it's none of our business .... Oh MC ...

Jamil: Grimm, do you know?

Grimm who sniffs and holds back his tears: NOOooOoo ...!

Ace: Don't worry Grimm, we'll find the person who did this to her and she better be sorry for even entering this school.

Azul: Floyd will certainly be happy to help you find him, he has a special affection for MC.

Riddle: You can count on us too! We will make him regret acting in a manner so disrespectful and dangerous towards MC and the school rules!

Crowley: Come on gentlemen, let's try to act in a neutral and professional manner * Whisper to himself * If I find this little fool I'll be happy to kick him out of this school forever!

Malleus: If you let me deal with this man's case personally, I can assure you that he will never return to this school. Because he won't have any legs at all.

Idia: I'm still going to do some research approach to find out if there are no other solutions with MC!

Ortho: Big Bro, you'll have to come and try to wake MC up with a kiss first.

Idia panics immediately: I- I don't think it will work w-with me! How could MC love a geek like m-me ?!

Ortho, happily: Don't devalue yourself, Big Bro ! You have all your chances!

Rook: Oui, Mon cher, you have every chance! MC must obviously have noticed your unique charm!

Ruggie: * Whispers mockingly * Ah that, to be unique, he is! Shishishishi!

Lilia: * Laugh slightly * Let's see if our dear Idia has the courage to come out of his den.

Vil: That's enough you two, what we're talking about is serious. It is not time for jokes!

Trey, whispering sadly to himself: And to think that a few hours ago MC and I were talking in the kitchen and cooking like nothing had happened ... She had put so much heart into her preparations...

* Everyone is gathered in the infirmary plus the rest of the boys *

Riddle who blushes a lot: So uh ... how do we do it? Are we in line?

Crewel: The best is if you all wait outside and come one by one to Miss MC. If either of you ever wakes her up, I think you both need to discuss it.

The boys went by one by one and finally ....

Twisted boy: Okay ... It's my turn. * Enter the infirmary and approach MC * Hi MC. I'm sorry to kiss you without your consent but ... we have no other solutions at this time. Please forgive me .. * Kiss her *

My MC /OC YUU: * Wakes up coughing very hard until spitting out a piece of half-melted chocolate * WHAT THE HELL ?!

Twisted boy: You're awake! * Hugs her *

My MC /OC /YUU: * hugs him back * What's going on ?!

Twisted boy: * Explain everything to her * That's why I kissed you. Aren't you angry?

My MC /OC /YUU: No, no! I understand that was the only solution, thank you for freeing me from the negligence of the fool who gave me these cursed chocolates!

* My MC /OC /YUU finally realizes what it means *

My MC /OC /YUU: So uh .. Yeah I love you I guess ... But if you don't feel anything for me I totally understand and we can stay like we are now! I promise not to make this awkward or weird!

Twisted boy: Actually, it's good because ... I also feel the same way but I didn't know how to tell you.

My MC /OC /YUU: ... So ... you wanna go on a date with me?

Twisted boy: I would love that!

* Grimm who goes into the infirmary like a cannonball *

Grimm: MC! YOU ARE ALIVE ! MY HANDMAN, YOU WON'T EAT ANY MORE WITHOUT I TASTING IT FIRST! * Hopped into MC's arms to give her a hug *

#Twisted Wonderland MC #Twisted Wonderland Yuu #Twisted Wonderland Grimm #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland imagine #Disney twisted wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Twst #twst x reader #Heatslabyul #Savanaclaw #Octavinelle #Scarabia #Pomefiore #Ignihyde #Diasomnia #Ramshackle #Night Raven College

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bruhstories · 4 years ago

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Baby, I’ve Already got Your Heart

Summary: An accidental meeting between Armin and Y/N leads to an unhealthy obsession. Pairing: Armin Arlert x Fem!Reader (modern AU) Warnings: stalking, language, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), switch!Reader, switch!Armin, rope is involved. Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: This fic is heavily inspired by this song. It is surprisingly wholesome, considering the tags xD

Armin Arlert. The purest man in the world. You accidentally met him one cold, rainy day when he entered your coffee shop for shelter and warmth. He naively talked to you, grateful for how nice you were with him, grateful for the cappuccino on the house, grateful for the towel you offered him to dry himself off. Little did Armin know, a fixation sprouted in your mind and heart, developing into the unhealthiest obsession. He was just so cute — and you just had to have him. It helped to know that you were both going to the same university, and after that, you knew everything about him: his Facebook, Instagram, email address, hell, you even knew his real address. To be fair, it was a piece of cake, the boy was absolutely clueless and whenever he 'accidentally' met you, he thought it was by pure chance. The next and most obvious step was to befriend people in his social circle, one Jean Kirstein, one Sasha Braus and one Connie Springer. Naturally, you did your homework, and you knew his best friends were Eren Jaeger and Mikasa Ackerman, but they weren't easy targets. Besides, it would jeopardise your entire plan, as you found Armin was considered a genius. An oblivious genius. He didn't know it yet, but you loved him and he loved you too, right?

A text from Sasha, months after you first met the angelic man, set your plan in motion. A casual gaming night at Armin's place, and you were invited. How perfect. Poor glutton Sasha had no fucking clue how much you were using her, how you told her you want to meet a cute guy, someone nice and caring, someone smart and attentive. The girl put two and two together and decided she just had to introduce you to one of her friends, especially that he was also interested in meeting a girl like you. Unbelievable — you acted surprised, met up with Sasha and left for Armin's little gaming night. You wouldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Starting from tonight, he'd be yours. Forever.

"Armiiiiiiiiin, I brought a plus one!" Sasha barged into his house. "This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, Armin! Oh shit, pretzels!" The brown-haired woman left the two of you in the hallway and the blond flashed you a smile.

"I feel like I've seen you before." He mused as he closed the door behind you.

"If you ever drink coffee at Rose's you might've seen me there." You smiled and removed your leather jacket, revealing a Pearl Jam t-shirt.

"No way you listen to them!" Armin blurted.

"Are you kidding me? They're my favourite!" You lied through your teeth with a sickly-sweet smile.

"Mine too! Oh, I know, you're the girl who gave me a free cappuccino months ago!"

"I remember! You were drenched in rainwater." You laughed as the two of you entered the living room. "I had to mop up the puddles you left behind."

"I'm so sorry about that..." He blushed. Your heart fluttered and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him, but for the time being, you needed to behave.

"No worries, I just hope you didn't catch a cold." You assured Armin and sympathetically placed a hand on his shoulder. There he goes, blushing again. It couldn't be... was he a virgin? Fuck. This was better than you could've imagined.

"Who's this?"

"Oh, Mikasa, Eren, this is Y/N. She's friends with Sasha."

"Nice to meet you!" Eren shook your hand. "Oh, God, you listen to Pearl Jam, too? You nerds are going to get along just fine." He joked.

The night went great, and you actually had fun with Armin and his friends, despite not intending to mingle with them too much. People started leaving around 2 am, but Eren and Mikasa stayed longer. Too fucking long — and things were boring now anyway. You and Armin kept talking about video games and books, Mikasa fell asleep on Eren who was playing fucking Farmville on his phone. They had to leave as soon as possible.

"Hey, Y/N, we can take you home." Eren suggested and you froze. Shit.

"Didn't you say you're almost out of gas?" Armin questioned his friend.

"Ah, fuck, you're right. I still don't know how that happened — I fuelled the tank yesterday!" The brunette scoffed. "Guess you're on your own, Y/N."

"It's alright, I'll take an uber." You politely smiled.

"Alright, we'll wait for you."

Oh, for fuck's sake. Truth be told, you appreciated how nice and caring Armin's friends were, but you had a different goal to accomplish.

"You really don't have to, plus I have to use the bathroom." You excused yourself. "Um, where is the bathroom exactly?"

"Upstairs, first door on the right." Armin told you while gathering plates and cups from the table. You nodded and climbed up the stairs. Your hand hovered over the bathroom doorknob for a good minute, eyes drifting to the door next to it. Armin's bedroom, by the looks of it. Surely, you could take a look, right? Fuck it. You opened the second door and at first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. LED and fairy lights encircled a corner of his room and, curiously, you walked closer to see what that was, because it didn't look like a desk. Your Y/E/C widened when you saw tens of framed photographs of yourself on the square table, objects you thought you lost and — Jesus, was that your bra? A rush of anxiety hit you, but before you could do anything, a blow to your head blurred your vision.

•°☆°•☆•°☆°•

Dark lashes fluttered as you opened your eyes. The sudden realisation that you were naked and restrained to a bed made you jolt. What just happened?

"Fucking finally, I thought you'd never wake up." Armin greeted you, but his voice was different, deeper and darker.

"Ar-ugh, Armin?" You groaned at the stinging sensation at the back of your head.

"You know, I was relieved you didn't leave with Sasha, otherwise you would've slipped between my fingers again."

Again?

"Ugh, and Eren and his stupid idea. 'We'll take you home.'" He mocked his best friend with a high pitch. "I've been dreaming for this moment since I walked into that shitty coffee shop."

You were at a loss for words. This was not the Armin you fantasised about, not the Armin you wanted. He was much more and much worse. And. So. Much. Better.

Alright then, you'd put up a show for him.

"P-please, Armin, please untie m-me! I'll be good, I p-promise!" You stuttered and whimpered, trying your best to sound genuine.

"Why, so you can run away?" The blond scoffed. So, he didn't know you stalked him. What a twist.

"I won't r-run, I swear!"

"Bullshit." Armin bent over your body, hands around your neck. You gasped and pretended to be startled by his touch, but in reality, your core was already burning with lust. You knew you couldn't keep up with this charade. "No, Y/N, I won't untie you. But we'll have so much fun." He sneered.

"You promise?"

"Yes. Wait—"

Your laughter filled the bedroom, genuine laughter that baffled Armin. Was this some sort of reverse psychology trick?

"Oh, Armin, even when you reveal your true colours, you're still oblivious to the reality of what's in front of you."

"Then enlighten me, what am I so oblivious to?" He folded his arms across his chest and waited.

"The fact that this was my fucking plan, too." You stretched as much as your restraints allowed you to and licked your lips. "I guess we both stalked each other without even knowing. How ridiculous."

"I think I would've known if you stalked me, Y/N."

"Really? Let me prove it, then. Your favourite food's Carbonara pasta, your favourite drink is peach and lychee iced tea, favourite movie is Interstellar, you lived on Sheena street until you were 12–"

"That's common knowledge, Sasha could've told you any of that." Armin blurted, growing impatient.

"You watch BDSM and asphyxiation porn between 10 pm and 11 pm every Tuesday, you're a virgin, you own a fleshlight–"

"Fuck, alright!" He threw his hands in the air, defeated. "So, what next?"

"You untie me and you tear me apart, Armin, that's what's next."

The blond hesitated before removing the cuffs on your ankles, still unsure about the ropes around your wrists. Clearly, you weren't making things up, but what were the chances of both of you stalking each other? For a brief moment, Armin felt guilty for hitting you and practically holding you captive, and you could see that on his face, but obsession and desire soon took over, and he reverted back to his darker self. His soft hands moved from your ankles to your knees, up your thighs and stomach, stopping above your chest, deciding it's best if you're not fully free. Armin licked his lips and climbed on top of you, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. You thought was surprisingly strong for such a thin man, but when the unbuttoned shirt revealed his chiselled abdomen, it made sense why he was strong.

"The wrists, Armin." You insisted but the blond clicked his tongue.

"I like you better when you're helpless." He pressed his lips onto yours in a hot kiss. A great kiss, you thought, your tongues wrestling for supremacy.

"Please, I want to touch you! I need to..." You trailed off, intoxicated by his smell, notes of saffron and cardamom. His hands roamed your shoulders, tickling your axilla and groping your breasts. "Please let me touch you, Armin!" You begged again, but he didn't say a word, his hot breath fanning over your oversensitive nipples, goosebumps all over your skin. His pink tongue poked out of his mouth and you watched him painstakingly slowly lick one of your nipples. It literally pained you to be unable to touch him, pull him closer to you. Alas, you had no choice, and despite yearning to be in control, it aroused you to have him control you.

"You smell so sweet." He abruptly stopped. "I bet you taste sweet, too."

"Armin..." His words made you brace yourself. While you weren't a virgin, you've never had anyone eat you out. The blond was already in between your legs, one hand resting under your thigh, the other gently touching your slick folds. Armin was so careful, like you were made of glass, and the ticklish sensation didn't help you at all. You wanted him to ram his cock inside of you and rearrange your guts, but he wanted to take his sweet time. The teasing only made you dizzy with pleasure, and you bucked your hips, trying to get him to move faster.

"You really need to learn to be patient, Y/N." Armin purred, pressing gentle kisses on your thighs. He lazily dragged his tongue across your slit, electricity shooting through your body. God, how you wanted to rip those ropes apart. Two fingers entered you and the blond gingerly licked your clit.

"Fuck– so... so good ah–" You couldn't form a sentence even if your life counted on it. Gradually, you could feel your orgasm building up and Armin sensed it, picking up the pace. His fingers thrusted harder and you arched your back, the intensity too much for you. "Armin, please! I wanna come with your cock in me!" The begging didn't stop him, he was determined to make you finish then and there. And he did — within seconds you melted under his touch, legs trembling with pleasure. Armin pulled back, his mouth messy with saliva mixed with your juices.

"You come when I want you to come." His voice was low, almost like a growl. He unbuttoned his jeans, and you watched him like a hawk, waiting to see just how big his was, and you were not disappointed.

"Please please please let me suck it, please!" You begged him, eager to taste him. He smirked and kissed you, all the while rubbing his cock.

"You want this?" Armin quirked a brow at you. The little shit, jacking off in front of you and you couldn't even do anything about it.

"Armin..."

"Say it. Say you want it."

"Armin!"

"Say it, Y/N." He groaned, precum leaking from his member. Fuck.

"I... I want it..." You eventually gave up.

"Good girl." The blond climbed back on top of you. He raised your hips and you placed your legs on his shoulder, his first thrust slow and deep. Armin couldn't help the moan escaping his lips — this was so much better than that shitty fleshlight and countless porn videos. You couldn't deny the fact that it hurt, despite your soaking cunt, but you quickly adjusted to his size. As Armin pounded you, the bed underneath the two of you started moving and screeching, and the ropes tied to the metal bedframe loosened and you felt your arms fall onto the pillows. In his frenzy, the blond didn't notice, so you took this opportunity to lower your legs and wrap them around his waist, one hand grabbing his soft locks, the other wrapping around his neck. You used his weight against him and turned him over. You were in control.

Armin was taken aback by this, but the feeling of your fingers squeezing his throat only turned him on more. You bounced up and down, throwing your head back and groaning. He gripped your hips tightly, thrusting his own hips against yours.

"F-fuck me harder, Y/N!" He begged and you sped up. You felt like a queen — no, a goddess — when he asked you to fuck him, the feeling of him inside of you so addictive. He was your drug, and your rehab, your poison, and your antidote. And you were his and his only. His cock was twitching in your cunt and knew he was close but you didn't want to risk it. Swiftly, you got off of him and wrapped your lips around his dick, bobbing your head up and down. It didn't take long for him to finish, hot liquid shooting down your throat with one final grunt. You swallowed it all and threw yourself next to him. It was breaking dawn already, but you weren't tired. Physically, yes, both of you were exhausted, but mentally it felt like you discovered a hidden gem.

"What the fuck did we just do?" Armin calmly caressed your hair as you nuzzled his neck.

"Are we talking about the obsessively stalking each other part or the part where you hit me in the head? Or the fucking?"

"The everything." He explained. "This is wrong."

"Did it feel wrong?" You asked him, your fingers idly tracing circles over his chest.

"Well, no..."

"Then it's not wrong." You shrugged. "Am... am I yours?"

"Yes." The blond instantly replied without a trace of hesitation in his voice. "Am I?"

"You've been mine the moment you set foot in that shitty coffee shop." You laughed.

"And what are we going to tell the others?"

"That we ended up talking all night and I stayed over?"

"Sounds like a plan." Armin kissed your forehead.

"By the way, I really don't like Pearl Jam." You admitted.

He laughed and it filled your heart with warmth. You have no idea why you and Armin were like that, or how things would be from now on, but you had a good feeling about it. Things were okay. You two were okay.

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jackrrabbit · 5 years ago

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practice makes perfect /// Mitsuri x f!Reader (18+)

Request: Hey! I read your Shinobu NSFW thing. I was wondering if you could write a Mitsuri NSFW thing but not as intense? Like Mitsuri and her female S/o are cuddling and things get a really steamy so they start kissing and fingering each other? Please and thank you!

A/N: REPOSTING because when I posted this a few hours ago it was glitching and not showing up in tags and stuff :( sorry to anyone who has already seen it!

I love Mitsuri and I get so few f/f reqs so ty for the request 💕 Y’all know idk how to write true vanilla so this is a little more spicy (Mitsuri and reader are not in an established relationship), but I made it soft just for you anon

Summary: When the most popular girl in school offers to help you practice kissing, it’s not like you’re going to say no.

Tags/warnings: inexperienced reader, femme preppy Mitsuri, she’s a little soft dom? like just a tiny bit, mild orgasm control, fluffy smut, crushes, modern high school AU, heteronormativity, reader thinks she’s straight lmao, all characters are adults

Okay, Mitsuri isn’t just the queen bee of your school. She’s also the prettiest girl you’ve ever met. It shouldn’t be possible for a person to be that beautiful, much less fair—what was god thinking when he gave her that pink and green hair that would look clownish on anyone but her? Those thick, dark eyelashes framing eyes you feel like you could drown in? Those long, perfect legs?

(Not that you stare at her legs or something. It’s just—your school uniform skirts are kind of short, and she always wears those striped thigh-highs, and she sits next to you in senior Biology and sometimes she stretches her legs out in the aisle between your desks and flexes them while she sighs during long lectures, and seriously, her legs are perfect.)

Mitsuri is the kind of girl who gets asked out by a different guy every other day. She has a fan club. Boys write Mr. _____ Kanroji in their notebooks, circle it with hearts, and fantasize about marrying her. She has more ex-boyfriends than you have Facebook friends. So you’re really sure why, somehow, you two have become…close?

If you have to, you can trace your friendship back to that Biology class. The teacher has a bad habit of cold-calling students for answers to questions, which makes him pretty unpopular. You’ve gotten used to it over the months, deciding that rebelling is a less productive method of dealing with it than just making sure to review the textbook chapters at least twice before every class, but apparently Mitsuri isn’t quite as familiar with the material.

When the teacher calls on her (a bit vindictively, you think, probably because she’s chewing pink bubblegum and drawing cherry blossoms in the composition book she’s supposed to be taking notes in) to ask her something about determining whether an organism��s life cycle exhibits zygotic, gametic, or sporic meiosis, she just gapes blankly back at him.

You feel sorry for her. It’s always painful to watch when someone can’t answer a question in class—you might be a fairly good student, but you still sympathize with how embarrassing it is to be put on the spot like that. The teacher refuses to move on, repeating her name and prodding her until her face is flushed bright pink and her lower lip is trembling. You’re not trying to pity her, but you can’t help it, and before you can think better of it you’re writing ‘compare diploid and haploid forms’ in the corner of your notebook and surreptitiously sliding it her way.

After the class, she pulls you aside in the hallway to thank you, eyes bright, telling you you’re so smart and kind and thoughtful and wondering how come she’s never talked to you before. “What a waste! We sat next to each other all semester, and I’m only getting to know you now.”

No wonder she’s popular. Her exuberance is infectious, like her good mood is seeping into your skin from her hand wrapped around yours. Mitsuri isn’t just pretty, she’s the kind of person who makes you feel good about herself just by being near her.

You’re about 100% sure that’s the last time the two of you will talk (unless she needs help with Bio homework and decides you’re the best candidate to get answers from). But it’s not. Mitsuri insists on treating you to boba after class—you try to deny her but she refuses to hear it and you can’t say no to her when she looks at you with those pretty jade-chip eyes. You get milk tea with black tapioca pearls swimming in caramelized fried sugar; her drink is jasmine rose fruit tea with tiny cubes of green apple floating at the top. “It looks like your hair,” you tell her, motioning toward the pink-and-green drink.

“Really?” Mitsuri’s cheeks turn red, which you notice is a frequent occurrence for her. “That’s why I got it. Isn’t it cute? I love how pretty all of the drinks are at this teahouse.”

The two of you split a little matcha cake. And then a vanilla taro cake. And then Mitsuri orders sweet potato fries and gyoza and fried chicken and shrimp tempura and wow, this girl can eat. “I kind of have a big appetite,” she tells you shyly some time around her fourth order of hanami dango. “Sorry, is it weird?”

“Not at all! It’s cute,” you blurt out, and then immediately cover your mouth. Cute? Where did that come from? That’s not the kind of thing you’re supposed to be saying to a girl you barely even know, or is it? Maybe you’re overthinking this. Mitsuri is so beautiful it’s hard to think straight around her.

You’re so busy staring down at your lap and blushing that you don’t notice she’s doing the same thing.

Mitsuri seems to take that teashop date hangout as permission to pursue a full-fledged friendship with you. Before you know it, she’s inviting herself over to your house after school, dragging you to cafés and picnics to study together on the weekends, and begging you to sit with her at lunch. Her other friends don’t seem thrilled at your being her favorite new playmate, but she doesn’t mind it so you try not to, either.

Like right now. It’s a weekend, and she’s decided that her house is going to be the setting for an overnight Bio study session slash sleepover in anticipation of the test you have coming up. You’re scouring the textbook for an answer at her desk while Mitsuri lies on her stomach on her bed with her feet kicked up behind her and crossed at the ankles. Graded quizzes are spread out in an arc around her on the cotton candy-colored duvet, and the sparkly gel pen she’s using to write flash cards is poking out of the corner of her mouth. With her fair skin barely covered by a tank top and shorts, loose hair flowing over her back, and dark brows furrowed in concentration, she looks like the centerfold of a teen magazine from the 90s.

I bet guys have wet dreams about her, you think. Then you shut down that line of thinking, shut it all the way down because you’re not supposed to be thinking these things about a female friend, no matter how pretty she is or how glossy her lips look even though she’s just wearing chapstick or how good she smells (like strawberries? honey? or whatever sweet she ate last, you’re not sure). But you can’t quite tamp down the feeling that you’ve stumbled on some unbelievable luck to get close to her.

You’re not the only one having trouble focusing on your studies. “I’m done with this!” Mitsuri exclaims, throwing down her pen so it makes a stray line on the quiz she was reviewing before it bounces off the bed. “I’m so tired of studying, aren’t you? If I learn another thing about cell division my brain is going to explode. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sure, if you want to get another 43%. Didn’t your dad say he’s going to stop paying your snack food fund if you fail one more exam?”

Her pink mouth drops open. “Hey! That’s not fair, I didn’t tell you that to use it against me. Be nice.”

But after a second, Mitsuri’s pout turns into a giggle. She hooks her foot around the stem of the office chair you’re sitting in and pulls it toward the bed along with you. “Come on! Let’s talk about love. Do you have a crush?”

You roll your eyes but relent, sliding off the chair and onto the big, fluffy bed next to Mitsuri. You can always get back to reviewing after you take a short break, right? She gathers up the quizzes and notecards and dumps them unceremoniously on the nightstand by her bed to make space for you, all too eager to stop thinking about Bio.

“I don’t have a crush,” you tell her.

“Really? There’s no one you think is cute? No one you want to get to know a little better?”

Well…if that’s what she means… You glance sideways at her. There’s definitely someone you think is cute who you want to get to know better. She doesn’t have to know it’s her—not that you have a crush on her; that would be ridiculous.

If she’s going to get that excited about your potential crush, how are you supposed to tell her you don’t have one? You’ll just have to pretend, for her sake. “I guess there’s someone. I wouldn’t call it love, but…”

Long black lashes flutter up at you as Mitsuri blinks. “Oh my gosh, who is it?”

“It’s a secret,” you say quickly.

“Aww, but I wanna know who you have a crush on!” She scooches closer to you and pokes you gently in the side. “Do I know him? Is he a senior? What does he look like? What do you like about him?”

“Um yeah, you know…him. He’s a senior but you’ll never—seriously never guess who it is, so don’t even try. He’s…really good-looking, I don’t know. He has nice hair…and, um, nice legs. And he…” you trail off, wondering what you can say about your secret ‘crush’ that won’t tip Mitsuri off that you’re talking about her.

“…I like him. He talks a lot but you can tell he cares about what you’re saying when he’s listening to you. He’s kind of dreamy and self-conscious about dumb things but it just makes me like him more.”

Was that too much? Mitsuri is looking into your eyes in pure rapture, holding onto every word you say. Are you being obvious? But—no way. She’s so loved by guys that she’d never even suspect that a girl could like her too.

Not that you like her. Not like that, at least.

After a moment when you feel your heart beating so deeply that you’re sure she can hear it too, she smiles sweetly and pinches your cheek. “You’re really pretty when you’re talking about your crush, (Y/N). You look like a maiden.”

You bite your lip, not sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. If any other girl as beautiful as Mitsuri called you pretty, you’d think they were being insincere, but she’s not like that. Her genuine affection shines through in everything she does. If you’re pretty, she’s Helen of Troy.

“What do you mean, ‘a maiden’?” you ask.

“I don’t know,” Mitsuri says, tracing invisible hearts into her bedspread with a fingertip. “You just look…innocent somehow? Like this is your first love.”

You duck down, blushing.

“Wait, really?” She sits up and easily flips you over onto your back (sometimes you forget that a decade of cheerleading has made her at least a dozen times as strong as you are) so she can blink brightly at you. “This is your first love? Ooh…”

“Is that so weird?” you ask a little defensively. “I don’t get a lot of crushes.”

“No, it’s not weird! It’s cute,” Mitsuri says. “But aren’t you nervous? What if you fall in love with him and you guys start dating and you don’t know how to do anything?”

“Do what?”

“You know. Like, kissing and stuff. Aren’t you worried that you’ll have your first kiss with him and he’ll be like, ‘oh my gosh, you can’t even kiss, I don’t like you anymore’.”

“No one would say that,” you reply, but the scenario does strike a pang of anxiousness in your heart. You’ve always been too focused on school and friends and family to bother worrying about love, but the truth is you have worried about the fact that you’re soon going to be a high school graduate who has never so much as kissed another person on the lips.

“You have no idea,” Mitsuri sighs. “Boys are so mean. But I can’t believe you haven’t had your first kiss!”

“That’s rude,” you say, wrinkling your nose.

She flaps her hands in the air frantically. “No, no I didn’t mean it like that! Sorry! I just meant I can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend when you’re so pretty and nice. The boy who locks you down is going to feel super lucky that he gets to take all of your firsts.”

You sit up next to Mitsuri and lean back on her cushioned headboard. “I don’t care about that. Honestly, I’d rather have some practice before I get involved with anyone.”

A beat passes. Then— “Really? You want practice?”

You shrug. “I mean, I guess? But it’s not like I can just pick up some random guy and tell him to let me practice kissing.”

Mitsuri cocks her head to the side and long pink fringe falls away from her face. “You don’t need to do that. Just practice with me.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” What, is she going to give you tips on tongue technique or something?

“…Like this,” Mitsuri says softly—and then her delicate hand is stroking up the side of your jaw and carding into your hair, tilting your head to face hers and pulling you closer. She hesitates before she makes contact, looking in your eyes as if to confirm are you okay with this? But (maybe because you’re caught off guard, maybe because you think you do need the practice, or maybe because that angelic strawberry-honey smell is way too intoxicating up close) you don’t stop her, and she leans in and completes the kiss.

It’s soft. Smells sweet. Tastes sweeter.

Mitsuri’s lips are velvety and glossy-damp moving against yours. The scent you thought was honey is really honeysuckle—there’s a fresh floral quality to the taste as her lip balm is transferred from her mouth to yours.

The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but by the time she lifts back from you your lips are tingling. You cover your mouth with your hand like a damsel from a Victorian-era novel and stare wide-eyed at her.

“How was that? Your first kiss?”

“I—um, I liked it I think?”

Mitsuri smiles at you and it’s like a ray of sunlight falling down through a break in the clouds. “Yay! I’m glad.”

The two of you sit in silence for a second, and you wonder what you’re supposed to do now. Go back to studying? You’re not sure you’re capable of that when you feel like she’s…still kissing you. It hasn’t quite hit you yet that this is your first kiss—something special, something you’ll never forget. The feeling of Mitsuri kissing you is going to be written on your heart for the rest of your life.

What have I done? you think, but it’s not condemnatory. It’s a question, maybe neutral, maybe hopeful.

“Come on, come here,” Mitsuri says. “You need a little more practice.”

And then she’s kissing you again, all the while pulling you closer, closer, into her lap. She breaks the kiss just long enough to murmur to you to open your mouth. When you do, her tongue slips in, prodding gently between your lips and sliding up against yours. It’s a weird feeling—you can’t say with certainty that it feels good, but it doesn’t feel bad, either. It feels like something you could get used to.

This kiss is longer and deeper, and Mitsuri is sighing into the place where your lips meet. The kissing sounds are both embarrassing and thrilling. You can hardly believe that you’re actually doing this, kissing Mitsuri Kanroji in her bedroom and sitting in her lap with your thighs hovering over hers because you’re scared to let yourself press any deeper into her.

By the fourth kiss, you think you’re getting the hang of this. Your fingers are laced in Mitsuri’s hair, pulling her bangs out of the way so you can see her face clearly. Her eyes are hazy and intense, a warm glow suffusing her cheeks, and her lips are reddened. The feeling of not knowing whether you like having her tongue in your mouth or not is gone. You like it. You want more of it. You could do this all day.

…But apparently Mitsuri has something else in mind. She moves back and looks at you like she’s got a secret she’s dying to tell you. Her hands slide up your thighs, almost reaching the hem of the skirt you’re wearing—it’s knee-length, comfortable and practical for the weather—but with your legs spread over hers, the fabric is bunched up at the juncture of your hips and legs, exposing your thighs to view. Mitsuri’s fingernails (manicured, short blunt French tips, pale pink with stripes of gold near the nail bed) scratch painlessly into your skin. “You learn really fast, (Y/N).”

“Thanks…” you pant out.

“Can I do a little more? Just a little. ‘Cause, I mean, I don’t know if you’ve ever done this yourself—”

Oh. Oh? Mitsuri’s hand is creeping up under your skirt.

“—but it’s really good to have some experience with this, too, before you do anything with boys.”

She’s touching your pussy through your underwear. Those pretty manicured hands are stroking you through the fabric, fingertips sliding up between your lips with practiced precision. Oh god, can she feel how wet you are? You’ve felt that dewy heat growing at your core for a while, but you didn’t think she would touch you and feel it. “Mitsuri?”

“Are you already wet?” Two soft fingers pet your clit, moving over it side to side through your panties. “Did you get wet for me?”

“Mm—mm—Mitsuri…”

“Can I touch?” She pops her chin up and kisses you on the cheek, and then again on the other cheek, the side of your mouth, your forehead, all the while rubbing your pussy.

On the sixth teasing little kiss, you gasp and kiss her fully on the lips. “…okay?”

“Good…” Mitsuri smoothly pushes your ass up so she can hook fingers under the waistband of your panties and tug them down past your hips. You shift and let her do it—it feels like her touch is too hot, sending trails of warmth over every place where your skin meets. Her touch lingers even as you awkwardly straighten out of her lap for just as long as it takes to remove your panties and deposit them gracelessly on the floor.

Are you doing this right? Even with your shirt and skirt on, you feel more exposed than you’ve ever been in front of another person. You’ve never done anything remotely like this before—how weird is it that the first person to touch you is going to be a female friend? That you’re not doing this for the right reasons (and what are the ‘right reasons’? love? intimacy? desire?), but for practice?

Mitsuri settles you back onto her lap and slowly drags your shirt up over your bra. When the undergarment is exposed, she bites her bottom lip and sucks in a breath, and you feel eternally grateful that you, by some coincidence or trick of fate, decided to wear one of your nicer bras today. She cups the side of your breasts and runs her thumbs over the lacy wine-red fabric. “Beautiful…you’re so sexy, (Y/N). I can’t believe I get you all to myself.”

Your cheeks feel hot. Maybe desire is part of the equation after all.

Leaving your shirt bunched up over your tits, Mitsuri returns to your pussy, petting over your thighs and stroking up your mound. Her index finger dabs into the wetness leaking out of you and then circles around your clit.

Around your clit, not on it. If you didn’t know better, you’d think she’s deliberately not touching the place where you want— need to be touched. Her fingers are light and fluttery, not forceful in the least but making you crave more anyway. You try not to let your hips move, but before long you’re twitching on her fingers, trying to get her to do what you want. Your hands are braced uselessly on the headboard, but you hesitantly pick up your right hand to replace hers and touch your clit properly.

She isn’t having it. Her free hand catches yours before you can do anything. “Arms around my neck,” she tells you.

It’s frustrating to be unable to touch yourself when she just keeps building and building with these little flutters, but you trust her. Mitsuri’s a lot more experienced than you are. Slowly, you wrap your arms around her neck and wind your fingers into her loose hair.

Whatever she’s doing, though, it’s working. Even if you couldn’t feel how wet you are, you’d be able to hear it, the slick sucking sounds of your cunt dampened with your arousal. You’d be humiliated by the way it’s so obvious that you’re turned on if you were cable of thinking straight. Besides, Mitsuri doesn’t mind—at least not judging by the way she’s looking at you.

“Mitsuri…Mitsuri, can you…” You don’t know how to ask her, but you need more.

“Tell me what you want me to do.” Two fingers brush over your clit again and you almost flinch, the light contact sending a spark directly through you. “Tell me what you do when you do this by yourself.”

“I…um…it’s embarrassing…”

“It’s not embarrassing.” Mitsuri lays a short peck on your cheek. “Do you know how pretty you look? I could fall in love with you right now.”

It’s not serious. It’s just the kind of thing Mitsuri says without thinking, but your heart skips a beat anyway. “Touch—a little harder…”

“Where?”

“You know where!” you tell Mitsuri, with as much bite as you can muster.

Mitsuri smiles. “Here?” She pushes a finger into your pussy and you whimper. “Or…here?”

And she’s touching your clit, rubbing over it quickly and franticly, the first direct contact you’ve had since she started. The muscles in your back tense, legs stiffening, toes curling in your fluffy white socks. “Oh— oh, oh, oh— Mitsuri…”

“Does that feel good?”

After all her teasing, it feels more than good. It’s like you’re being filled up with something, some kind of heat that her fingers are bringing out in you, and it’s about to tip over and spill out. You rock your cunt against her fingers, trying to get her to go harder—but she’s already rubbing against you so quickly that you can’t think straight.

Two fingers slip deeper into your pussy, spreading you apart and pumping your slick cunt while her palm provides sloppy stimulation to your clit. You mewl and fall forward onto her, head thrown over her shoulder, so you can feel the vibration of her soft laughter in your chest. “Do you like it? I can tell…you know, your insides are holding me really tight….”

How does she say such dirty things with that pretty mouth? You’d tell her off if you thought you could speak without moaning. “Unff…mmm…”

“I’m going to make you cum, baby,” Mitsuri hums. “You’re going to cum on my fingers, okay?”

She’s right. You’re about to tip over that edge, overflow, get off with Mitsuri fucking you with two fingers twisting and hitting your g-spot and sliding over you so deliciously that you don’t even care that all of this is wrong. “I’m— I’m cumming—“

“Uh-uh.” Mitsuri’s hand stops, still touching but no longer moving, and the heat in your pussy plateaus and then dips.

You’re so frustrated you want to scream. “Mitsuri…!”

“Can you do something for me?” She resumes the teasing movements from before, edging over your clit but not finishing it. “Tell me who you really like.”

“What?”

“I know you like me.” Her free hand, around your waist, slides up and presses her thumb into the divot between two vertebrae in your spine. “When you were talking about your crush, I know it’s me. Tell me you like me.”

“I—I don’t—“

“No, you do. You like me. Say it. Say it, and I’ll let you cum. You want to cum, don’t you? You need it? I’m going to give you what you need, so tell me you like me…”

It’s not like she’s being cruel. Mitsuri’s tone is as sweet and kind and caring as ever. Her pace is agonizingly slow and she’s right, you need it. You’re lucky your chin is resting on her shoulder because you wouldn’t be able to stand it if she saw the look on your face as you choke out, “I like…I like you, Mitsuri! I like you!”

“I like you too, (Y/N),” Mitsuri gasps, and then her fingers are moving again, rubbing your clit, making you crazy, and it’s only a second but you want it so bad that you only need a second before you— you’re— you’re falling apart—

“Mitsuri!”

Oh god. Oh god. It feels good, it feels crazy. You can’t think. You can feel the muscles in your pussy squeezing down intermittently on her fingers. She holds you still as the shocks race up through you, letting you twitch and convulse in her arms.

“See now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Mitsuri sings in your ear.

It takes you a long moment to get the strength to sit up, flopping bonelessly backward on her thighs so you can look her in the eye. “I don’t know,” you sigh finally. “Wasn’t exactly easy.”

Her eyes close when she smiles. “Don’t worry about it. You just need a little more practice.”

#Kanroji Mitsuri x reader #Mitsuri Kanroji x reader #Mitsuri x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #Kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny imagines #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #Kanroji Mitsuri #Mitsuri Kanroji #smut

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inspiringreverie-a · 3 years ago

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types of girls, historical figures edition

simonetta vespucci: dewy skin, golden curls held back by diamond hair pins, berry-stained lips, the smell of paint, unwavering devotion, blush-pink linen dresses, feasts of italian food

camille claudel: oversized sweaters, the feel of clay on your hands, messy ponytails held up by black velvet ribbons, tear-stained love letters, pictures of your boyfriend cluttering your vanity, impulsive declarations of love

madame de pompadour: fancy pink ribbons in your hair, warm cups of cocoa, pastel kitten heels, long flower-scented soaks in the bathtub, heart-shaped beauty marks, powder puffs, bouquets of peonies, beribboned nightgowns in rose and lilac, coquettish glances

caroline lamb: wearing your boyfriend’s clothes, bare legs, too much coffee, bouncy curls, walking in torrential rainstorms, secret kisses, the smell of vanilla, lipstick marks on collars, sleeping with sonnets under your pillow, stalking your ex

anne boleyn: old books with notes in the margins, red lips, elaborate christmas parties with lots of mistletoe, sexy (and expensive) lingerie from your fiancé, dark chocolate, ornate balconies covered in roses, dramatic eye makeup

beatrice d'este: porcelain skin, jewel-encrusted bows threaded throughout your hair, wearing a lot of glowy highlighter, vintage romance novels, elaborate breakfasts, pastry crumbs stuck to your lip gloss

josephine bonaparte: perfume that smells like roses, pink tulle skirts, sugar cakes, stardust on your face, being pampered, silver ballet slippers, moonlit gardens

marie duplessis: cashmere dressing gowns, rosy pink cheeks, going to the ballet, velvet hair bows, raspberry tea, bonbons and petit fours, sparkly headbands, midnight dates

nell gwyn: opening nights at the theater, the lights of london, fruit-flavored candy, witty conversations, maypoles, wearing pearls in your hair, cluttered dressing rooms, pots of lip rouge, ice skating, christmas celebrations in the snow

#dash games #hnnngh pretty aesthetics!!!#should i tag this as aesthetics??#yeah ill tag this as aesthetics #aesthetics

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angiestown · 5 years ago

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Animal Crossing Town Name Ideas - Updated

I made this post last week with the assumption that town names in NH would be limited to 8 characters like in previous games. After today’s direct, we know that towns can have at least 10 letter names! I decided to update this list to include 6 and 7 letter words because of the new flexibility those two extra letters add (along with more short words that I didn’t think of the first time). Just choose 2-3 words you like that add up to 10 letters or less, and you’ve got a town name!

Island/Water words:

3 letters: Bay, Sea, Wet, Eel

4 letters: Isle, Tide, Dock, Port, Boat, Ship, Sand, Lake, Flow, Damp, Pond, Palm

5 letters: Shore, Shell, Beach, Pearl, Ocean, Moist, River, Water, Coral

6 letters: Cruise, Summer, Bubble, Harbor, Marine

7 letters: Seaweed, Mermaid, Harbour

Animal words:

3 letters: Cat, Dog, Paw, Cow, Cub, Pig, Fox, Zoo

4 letters: Fish, Frog, Bird, Wing, Tail, Lion, Bull, Deer, Bear, Duck, Goat, Crab, Horn, Wolf, Gull, Tuna

5 letters: Horse, Bunny, Tiger, Eagle, Hippo, Koala, Kitty, Puppy, Mouse, Moose, Rhino, Sheep, Shark, Whale

6 letters: Rabbit, Monkey, Badger, Parrot, Salmon

7 letters: Firefly

Forest words:

3 letters: Oak, Nut, Dew, Sap, Elm, Fir

4 letters: Wood, Weed, Seed, Bark, Tree, Fall, Leaf, Root, Vine, Pine, Bush, Moss, Dirt, Snail

5 letters: Maple, Field, Acorn, Grass, Nymph, Plant, Wheat, Swamp, Cliff, Birch, Cedar

6 letters: Acacia, Nutmeg, Willow, Mildew, Canopy, Cotton, Spruce, Walnut

7 letters: Hemlock, Hickory

Flower words:

3 letters: Bug, Bee

4 letters: Rose, Lily, Bulb, Iris, Puff

5 letters: Bloom, Tulip, Spring, Cosmo, Pansy, Daisy, Honey, Poppy, Lilac, Lotus, Peony

6 letters: Violet, Spring, Bumble, Beetle, Garden

7 letters: Blossom, Ladybug

Food words:

3 letters: Pit, Cup, Egg, Pie, Bun, Tea

4 letters: Pear, Sour, Lime, Plum, Cake, Milk, Bean, Farm, Bake, Cook, Roll, Mint, Tart

5 letters: Apple, Peach, Lemon, Berry, Fruit, Sweet, Grape, Mango, Sugar, Jelly, Cream, Layer, Candy, Mince, Fudge, Donut, Pecan, Toast

6 letters: Banana, Potato, Carrot

7 letters: Dessert, Mustard, Cupcake

Sky/Weather words:

3 letters: Sky, Sun, Day, Ray, Fog, Sol

4 letters: Moon, Star, Rain, Dark, Wind, Drop, Mist, Warm, Luna, Gust

5 letters: Night, Cloud, Shine, Light, Foggy, Comet, Storm, Dream

6 letters: Cosmos, Breeze, Meteor, Bright

7 letters: Thunder, Eclipse, Rainbow

Winter words:

3 letters: Ice, Nip

4 letters: Snow, Slip, Bite, Cold, Coat, Yule, Noel, Cozy

5 letters: Frost, Chill, Flake, Holly, Jolly, Slush, Polar, Scarf

6 letters: Winter, Tundra, Aurora, Toasty, Mitten, Arctic

7 letters: Snowman

Colours:

3 letters: Red

4 letters: Blue, Aqua, Teal, Pink, Navy, Grey, Gray, Cyan, Gold, Jade

5 letters: Black, Green, Brown, White, Amber, Color, Azure, Ivory, Blush

6 letters: Purple, Silver, Golden, Ginger

7 letters: Crimson, Saffron, Verdant

Months:

3 letters: May

4 letters: June, July

5 letters: March, April

6 letters: August

7 letters: January, October

Music words:

3 letters: Tap

4 letters: Tune, Beat, Drum, Sing, Song, Sung, Bell

5 letters: Music, Flute, Rhyme, Choir, Tempo, Strum

6 letters: Chorus, Melody, Rhythm

7 letters: Harmony

Spooky words:

3 letters: Urn, Ash, Bat, Web, Sad, Rib

4 letters: Goth, Bone, Jack, Grim, Crow, Scar, Cage, Tomb, Weep, Wail

5 letters: Ghost, Quiet, Witch, Death, Mummy, Demon, Devil, Raven, Skull, Scare, Ghoul, Grief, Blood, Scary, Haunt, Grave

6 letters: Spooky, Creepy, Autumn, Plague, Broken

7 letters: Pumpkin, Lantern, Haunted, Twisted, Weeping

Rocks and Gems:

3 letters: Jet

4 letters: Rock, Ruby, Onyx, Opal

5 letters: Stone, Agate, Amber, Beryl, Flint, Lapis, Nacre, Topaz

6 letters: Marble, Basalt, Gypsum, Garnet, Jasper, Quartz, Lazuli, Spinel

7 letters: Citrine, Diamond, Emerald, Peridot

Other:

3 letters: Row, Way, Tip, Top, Low, Out, Run, New, Old, Big, Rip, Fly

4 letters: York, Lane, High, East, West, Over, Road, Trim, Past, Slow, Tiny, Gift, Land, Cape, Comb, King, Well, Wild, Town, City, Fire

5 letters: South, North, Under, Short, Small, Range, Crown, Glory, Peace, Queen, Speed, Angel, Happy, Ville, Cross, Sword

6 letters: Desert, Canyon, Castle, Battle, Shield, Steady

7 letters: Welcome, Glimmer, Slipper, Glitter, Unicorn

#animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing #guide #tyvm @beacon-of-chaos for a lot of these new words!!!#some of your words I had to google to figure out what section they'd go under lmao #I also spent my break at work writing down as many as I could in those 15 minutes

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laurapetrie · 5 years ago

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types of girls, historical figures edition

marie antoinette: sleigh rides in the snow, strawberries and cream, dresses the color of sugared macarons, masquerade balls, big glasses of milk before bedtime, glittery eyeshadow, sunsets, frilly lingerie simonetta vespucci: dewy skin, golden curls held back by diamond hair pins, berry-stained lips, the smell of paint, unwavering devotion, blush-pink linen dresses, feasts of italian food camille claudel: oversized sweaters, the feel of clay on your hands, messy ponytails held up by black velvet ribbons, tear-stained love letters, pictures of your boyfriend cluttering your vanity, impulsive declarations of love madame de pompadour: fancy pink ribbons in your hair, warm cups of cocoa, pastel kitten heels, long flower-scented soaks in the bathtub, heart-shaped beauty marks, powder puffs, bouquets of peonies, beribboned nightgowns in rose and lilac, coquettish glances caroline lamb: wearing your boyfriend's clothes, bare legs, too much coffee, bouncy curls, walking in torrential rainstorms, secret makeout sessions, the smell of vanilla, lipstick marks on collars, sleeping with sonnets under your pillow, stalking your ex anne boleyn: old books with notes in the margins, red lips, elaborate christmas parties with lots of mistletoe, sexy (and expensive) lingerie from your fiance, dark chocolate, ornate balconies covered in roses, dramatic eye makeup beatrice d'este: porcelain skin, jewel-encrusted bows threaded throughout your hair, wearing a lot of glowy highlighter, vintage romance novels, elaborate breakfasts, pastry crumbs stuck to your lip gloss josephine bonaparte: perfume that smells like roses, pink tulle skirts, sugar cakes, stardust on your face, being pampered, silver ballet slippers, moonlit gardens marie duplessis: cashmere dressing gowns, rosy pink cheeks, going to the ballet, velvet hair bows, raspberry tea, bonbons and petit fours, sparkly headbands, midnight dates nell gwyn: opening nights at the theater, the lights of london, fruit-flavored candy, witty conversations, maypoles, wearing pearls in your hair, cluttered dressing rooms, pots of lip rouge, ice skating, christmas celebrations in the snow

#history #marie antoinette #anne boleyn #madame de pompadour #nell gwyn #marie d. and josephine; c'est moi #**

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zelenacat · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1- When We Were Young- An Obitine Story

She was dressed from head to toe in ivory. Her voluminous gown glimmered in the sunlight, emanating a pearly sheen on the marble floors of the palace. The aureate doves and shields on her hem reflected their golden threads onto the shiny golden flats that caressed her heels. Clinched at the waist was a slim glimmering belt that rested nicely on her hips, bejeweled with citrine and opal stones interlocking with pearls. She was slightly uncomfortable with the tightness of her corsetted bust and how it accented the shoulders her maids had rubbed with oil.

“Your Grace?”

Satine straightened at her title, pushing her shoulder blades back and raising her chin. She stared at her face in the mirror, crystal blue eyes ablaze with righteous fire, slim cheekbones painted a pale pink, and with her hair in a low bun, Satine was about to face her destiny.

“Your Grace?”

Those words shook her from her revelry.

Satine swallowed, addressing the lady that had just appeared in the doorway, “Yes, Fesma?”

“Your train, Your Grace.”

Satine gasped, Mandalorians were not ones for frivolity, but this cape, the royal coronation train, was the most glorious thing she’d ever seen. Fesma stepped forward, Khaami, her other lady appeared in the doorway just as the purple velvet was draped over her shoulders and tied along her collar bone.

“Your Grace, the carriage has arrived.”

Satine placed her hands on her stomach and inhaled, steadying herself, this was it, the day.

“Let us go then.”

Satine rode in a covered aircraft that slowly crawled through the city of Sundari, headed to the glorious Jaru Cathedral. She’d been nervous all morning, but now it was real. The people, so many of them, cheered as they tried to get a glimpse of her behind the veiled windows. In the car behind her rode four of her coronation maidens, only Fesma and Khaami were with her now.

“You will excel, Your Grace,” Fesma spoke up.

Satine turned to her.

“Are you sure?” slipped out her mouth before she could stop herself.

“Quite,” Fesma answered firmly, “you are the Duchess.”

“It is true, Your Grace,” Khaami agreed, “it is your birthright.”

Satine tried to smile, “I thank you, ladies, for your kindness.”

Fesma and Khaami had been natural choices for her ladies, they were the daughters of powerful counts, and she had known them since girlhood.

As they arrived at the Cathedral, the trumpets blared. Satine’s sister, Bo-Katan, dressed in light blue with a violet sash, opened the car door.

“Here we go, Bine,” Bo-Katan held out her hand, “it’s time.”

Satine took her sister’s hand and climbed out of the carriage, the crowds roared. Satine looked up at the camera, and it was then she truly smiled, her people, they loved her.

“Ready, Your Grace,” Khaami whispered from behind.

Satine turned around to check, her ladies were holding the sides of her cape, it wasn’t allowed to touch the ground. Behind them, her coronation maidens were waiting. Steeling herself, Satine walked forward, with Bo-Katan on her right as her coronation maidens fell in line, she looked every bit as regal as she felt.

At the Cathedral entrance, Bo-Katan was given a sword, she held it upright and stepped in front of Satine, the trumpets blared again. Slowly, the nobles in the stands stood and Bo-Katan stepped forward. Satine knew that her sister had practiced for this moment, as she was not one for royal engagements, and for that Satine was grateful.

As they made their way to the end of the aisle, Bo-Katan stepped off to the side and Satine turned to sit on the grand throne center stage. Her ladies spread her cape around her off to one side, elegantly accentuating her posture.

“The Archbishops of Sundari.”

Slowly, two ancient men made their way from Satine’s sides, one on the right the other on the left. One carried a knife, the other carried a bowl, they stopped in front of Satine and bowed deeply. When they rose, Satine watched as one Archbishop held out his hand to her, Satine tried not to shake as she took the knife.

“Do you solemnly swear,” droned the other Archbishop, “that you are as pure and as holy as warrior King Korkyrach the First?”

“I solemnly swear.” Satine spoke.

“Do you solemnly swear” began the other one, “that you will lead Mandalore to greatness as the Queen Mara the First once did?”

“I solemnly swear.” Satine said sternly.

The Archbishop held out the bowl, and Satine made a shallow cut on her wrist. Gingerly, she poured some drops of blood into the ancient artifact.

“The Gods have accepted your blood,” the Archbishops stated together, “the Gods have proclaimed you worthy.”

Trumpets blared and the Archbishops moved to stand at her sides. Down the aisle came the High Justice, carrying a scarlet pillow with the most decadent crown upon it. Satine was conscious of her eyes widening, but she didn’t realize the rapid rising of her chest.

“Calm, little one,” whispered the old High Justice when she was in earshot, “this is your birthright.”

Satine straightened. One of the High Justice’s attendants took the pillow from him and the High Justice raised the crown above Satine’s head.

“As Jaru the Divine blessed the first Dukes of Mandalore, she now blesses you, Satine Kryze, as you are officially crowned, Duchess of Mandalore!”

Satine felt the weight of the heavy crown on her head and she closed her eyes.

“Long live the Duchess!”

Satine opened her eyes.

“Long Live the Duchess!”

Straightening, Satine focused on her breathing.

“Long live the Duchess!”

The High Justice and his attendant stepped to the sides of the throne as Bo-Katan walked forward. Just in front of the throne, Satine’s sister got down on one knee and took Satine’s hand in hers.

“I, Bo-Katan Kryze of Clan Kryze, declare myself to be your liege of life and limb, your sister in battle, and your servant in peace. May Mandalore prosper under your reign.”

One by one, the clan leaders came up and pledged allegiance to Satine, their new duchess, declaring that her reign would be a glorious one. When it came time for her to leave, Satine’s ladies and coronation maidens encircled the throne and Satine stood. The crowd surged forward as she appeared on the steps of the Jaru Cathedral, Satine smiled and waved as she got into the carriage. After a few minutes of her ladies arranging her cape, the coachman closed the door.

She made a speech on the balcony of the Summer Palace, facing all of Sundari as she repeated the practiced words she’d been preparing for weeks. The people cheered when she finished, the nobles clapped politely.

“Long live the Duchess!”

Satine didn’t expel the breath she was holding until after their backward march, when the panes of the palace balcony closed.

“Congratulations, Your Grace.”

Satine choked on a giggle.

“Your Grace?”

Satine sighed and turned to face her ladies and coronation maidens, “Thank you all.”

“Come, Your Grace,” Fesma held out her hand, “let us help you to your quarters.”

In her quarters, Satine took off the ceremonial crown and set it down on her toilette, then went her gloves, her diamond choker and pearls, and finally, her cape.

“Fesma, Khaami?”

“Yes, Your Grace?” the ladies looked up.

“Please return the ceremonial regalia and my jewels to the royal treasury.”

“Of course, Your Grace.”

Satine placed the crown in Fesma’s hands and draped the cape over Khaami’s arms.

“Hm,” the Duchess stood back to admire her handiwork, then cracked a smile, “I think you should wear the jewels to transport them, don’t you think?”

Khaami’s mouth dropped open and she coughed on a gasp. Fesma’s eyes went wide, but she recovered.

“Are you sure, Your Grace?”

“Yes, Fesma.”

Khaami squealed. Satine placed the necklaces on her ladies.

“Be back quickly, I have to change.”

After her ladies left, Satine sat down in her toilette chair, staring at herself in the mirror. She’d done it, a proud expression crossed her face, she was the Duchess of Mandalore. Yet, something felt...wrong.

Satine inhaled sharply, she wouldn’t think of him. Satine wouldn’t think about how she felt when he’d taken harpoons for her, or how he made her laugh with her belly, or how she’d given him her body without a second thought. Where was he now? Did he remember her? Had he moved on?

“Your Grace?”

Satine looked up, she hadn’t realized she’d been crying.

Clearing her throat, she answered, “Yes, Fesma?”

Fesma frowned when she saw the Duchess, “We must get you dressed for the banquet.”

“Yes,” Satine wiped her eyes, “I am the guest of honor after all.”

Standing, the Duchess did not miss the look of concern that passed between her ladies.

“Your Grace, are you-”

“I’m alright, Fesma,” Satine interrupted, “but we must get ready.”

The coronation had been held at around 11 o’clock in the morning, but Satine had barely eaten breakfast; she'd been so nervous. So while Fesma prepared a bath, Khaami went to fetch food.

“Fesma,” Satine’s face darkened suddenly, “what was it like the year I was gone?”

The lady froze, swallowed, shook her head, and continued on with her task.

“Not even us nobles fared well, our houses were raided, food became scarce-”

“I’m sorry.” Satine confided.

“What about you, Your Grace,” Fesma asked, “what was your year away from home like?”

So many memories came back to Satine, dancing with Obi-Wan under a dark sky with stars as their only light, learning how to climb trees just so she could watch her Jedi protectors meditate, and learning how to swim with Obi-Wan’s hands guiding her.

“Your Grace?” there was a curious edge in Fesma’s tone this time.

Satine sighed, “It was an adventure.”

After Satine had washed herself, she ate while Fesma dried her hair.

“You’re late.” Fesma had observed when Khaami returned.

Khaami blushed, “I ran into Yorge.”

Satine grinned, “Is that why there’s extra cakes?”

Khaami returned her smile, “That and because it’s a special day, Your Grace.”

Satine offered some cakes to Khaami and Fesma before they continued getting ready. She never liked painting her face, so Satine waved it off, but Fesma did insist her hair be done the way her foremother’s had worn it, in braids for battle.

“They frame your face, Your Grace.” Khaami observed Fesma’s handiwork.

“Call me Satine,” the Duchess said suddenly, “like you used to.”

Khaami looked down.

“My father said that it's different now,” she said, “because you’re the Duchess.”

“Well as the Duchess,” Satine straightened, “I decree that you shall call me Satine.”

Fesma grinned, “I guess that’s that, then.”

By the time it was four o’clock, Satine was fully dressed. Her gown was a deep royal purple with golden embroidery on the hems. She had a golden belt with amethysts that hummed softly against the dark stone on her bust that connected to her layered pearl necklace. Satine ran her fingers along the navy sash across her body, clipped with all sorts of medals and regal symbols.

Khaami came up behind her, “And to finish it off.”

The Duchess smiled, Fesma took the tiara from Khaami’s hands and placed it on Satine’s head.

“You look lovely, Satine.” Khaami clapped.

“Thank you,” the Duchess turned to her ladies, “now go get dressed yourselves, the reception starts in an hour.”

Squealing, Satine’s friends ran from the room. The Duchess smiled sadly, it had been a month since Obi-Wan left, and it had been a month since she last giggled like a girl. Now, she was no longer a girl, but the Duchess of Mandalore.

Satine sighed, Obi-Wan was like a crushing weight on her chest everytime she thought of him, and her corset currently wasn’t helping. Why did he half to command such a power over her, the charming padawan with his roguish smile and twinkling eyes. He’d said he’d loved her, and she’d confessed the same.

Inhaling and trying to hold back her tears, Satine made her way out of her personal quarters and into the sitting room that adjoined it. There she would find something to do, but bookshelves and a piano didn’t hold any interest for Satine at the moment. Over her year on the run, she’d learned to appreciate the little things, unfortunately, the Duchess couldn’t seem to pull herself out of her sadness.

Finally, after running her fingers along book spines and fiddling with piano keys for an ungodly amount of time, Fesma and Khaami returned to Satine’s chambers.

“Satine,” Fesma whispered quietly as they took their places in the hall, “remember to smile.”

When her name was announced, trumpets blew and the grand double doors swung open, Satine smiled as politely as she could and descended the stairs, arms clasped in front of her. The crowds parted, ladies curtsied and men bowed as Satine walked by, making her way to the throne in the back of the room.

“Your Grace.”

Satine admired her subjects, they all seemed so radiant.

“Your Grace.”

And she was Duchess of them all, a great responsibility.

“Your Grace.”

Satine must earn their respect. Turning, she sat on the throne as Fesma and Khaami took their places beside her. The mingling began. Satine watched for the first five minutes, making connections in her mind as to who connected with who. Then she stood and took a turn about the room, she graciously greeted the clan heads and dignitaries from foreign courts who had come to witness her coronation. By the time it was announced that dinner was served, Satine felt like her brain was melting. So many back-stabing compliments and veiled unpleasantries, the Duchess wasn’t amused.

Satine picked up her spoon and took the first bite, the court followed.

“What a splendid performance, Your Grace.” the man on her left, Tarrei Vizsla commented.

“Thank you, Count Vizsla, that is most kind.”

“Have you considered what your first act as Duchess will be?”

Satine smiled, “Likely it shall be opening the new parliament.”

The Count’s lips twitched, and Satine wondered for a minute which side of the war he’d been on. The New Mandalorians, a peaceful sect, had just taken over the government and were picking their cabinet members, Satine had alluded to being a pacifist in her speech earlier in the day, but she hadn’t outright said it. Count Vizsla was probably seeing where she stood.

The Count nodded politely and returned to his food, Satine wondered if she had just made a huge mistake.

When Satine finished her meal, she allowed the man on her right, an ambassador from Onderon, to lead her into the ballroom. For the first hour, she danced with all the high-ranking dignitaries who asked to take a spin with her. Afterwards, she sat with Fesma and Khaami, claiming she needed a refreshment.

“This is quite the spectacle.” Khaami whispered, leaning into Satine.

“I agree,” the Duchess frowned, watching her people dance, “the last time we threw a ball my father was the Duke.”

“He would be proud of you, Satine,” Fesma placed her hand on Satine’s, “I’m sure of it.”

The Duchess grimaced, “I don’t know if he’d agree with my political views.”

Fesma shrugged, “Children have to rebel somehow.”

The Duchess danced a couple more times in the next two hours before bidding good evening to the guests that approached her before leaving. Finally, when Satine was free to leave the party herself, she practically ran back to her room.

“Thank goodness that’s over.” Khaami sighed.

The Duchess huffed in agreement, taking off her tiara and jewelry.

“I’ll take those downstairs if you like, Satine.” Fesma offered.

“Yes,” Satine smiled wearily, ”thank you.”

As Khaami began to help the Duchess shed her many layers, Satine felt a queasiness in her stomach. She opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it quickly. Just as her dress fell to the floor, she ran to the fresher.

“Satine?”

Expelling saliva infused chunks of her coronation meal, the Duchess began to choke.

“Oh, Satine!”

The Duchess heard Khaami run over to her and begin to smack her in the back.

“Khaami, what-”

“Satine’s ill.” Khaami explained to Fesma.

The Duchess regurgitated a chunk of meat into the fresher.

“Well hold her hair up, then!” Fesma ordered.

When Satine’s stomach had calmed down and she was able to speak again, she asked for a cup of water and to be left alone. Fesma and Khaami had shared a look.

“Alright,” Satine sighed, “I need you ladies to do something for me.”

“What?” Khaami wondered.

Satine turned to her earnestly, “Something that you can’t tell anyone you did.”

“It’s not illegal, I hope.” Fesma took a step back.

“No, no, it’s just,” Satine paused, “a lot happened while I was away.”

“Like what?” Khaami asked, still confused.

“I,” Satine’s hands began to shake, “I don’t think I have a cold.”

Fesma crossed her arms, “We should get you down to the medical wing to check.”

“No!” Satine roared, outstretching her hand.

“Satine?” Khaami questioned.

“I need you to get me a medical droid to examine me, in here,” Satine clarified, “and if my suspicions are correct, then we’ll have to wipe its memory.”

Fesma gave her Duchess a querying look.

“I still don’t understand.” Khaami confessed.

“Duchess,” Fesma began, “are you, I mean, do you think you might-”

“Yes.” Satine answered firmly.

“Khaami,” Fesma turned, “fetch a medical droid from the med wing, but take the servant passageways and let no one see you.”

The lady did as she was asked, and the medical droid confirmed Satine’s worst fear.

“You,” Khaami gasped, “you’re-”

“Expecting.” Satine finished.

“How-”

“The Jedi who protected me,” Satine looked down, “the padawan and I grew close.”

“Satine,” Fesma’s face paled, “Mandalorians aren’t fond of the Jedi.”

“And my enemies could use this against me.” agreed Satine.

“What will you do?” Khaami worried, coming back to herself.

Satine bit her lip, “Do you think I should tell him?”

“Are you going to keep it is the real question.” Fesma frowned.

Khaami covered her mouth.

Satine was silent for a long time, “I want a piece of what I can never have, this baby is my way around the rules.”

“But, Satine, how will, who will-”

“In secret,” the Duchess answered, “and I will.”

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