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ddarker-dreams · 1 year ago

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play fighting — chrollo lucilfer.

Hot cocoa is a staple when cooler weather starts setting in.

By your reckoning, it could find a place on every tier of Maslow's hierarchy of needs. A warm, decadent cup with wisps of steam rising from the swirling surface. This mouthwatering mental image is what led you to the kitchenette. Dutifully following the package’s instructions, you rip into the chocolatey package by the serrated edge and get to work.

All the while, a pair of inquisitive eyes track your every movement. You can’t imagine why the sight of you in fluffy pajamas pulling milk from the fridge has Chrollo’s rapt attention. He’s leaning against the counter, sipping on his own concoction. Earl gray tea, if the scent is of any indication.

Your masterpiece is almost complete. Now, for the finishing touch — marshmallows.

Alas. You’ve encountered a problem. The marshmallows are stored in a cabinet that evades your reach. To make matters worse, Chrollo has perched himself right where you’d need to climb up. Should you list clairvoyance among his many capabilities? Logically, you know that feat eludes him, but your suspicions remain.

“Is something the matter, dear?”

Ah, you forgot that you’ve been silently squinting at him while the gears in your head spin. Round and round they go, never producing a viable solution.

“No, not at all,” you dismiss. His gaze never leaves yours, even as he takes another sip of his drink. You can see it in his eyes, that ‘oh, really?’ look. You don’t appreciate that look, for you receive it often, thanks to your shenanigans.

“Your drink’s getting cold,” he points out.

Very astute of him.

The way you see it, this can go a few ways. One, you could ask for his help in procuring your garnish. You could, but… he regards you with such bemusement, finding pleasure in every little thing you do. You’re tired of the court jester role. Asking him for something almost always guarantees that you’ll be putting on a metaphorical cap and bells.

So you cling to your pride. You stand close enough for your shoulder to brush against his, as your target necessitates such sacrifice. Straining while on your tiptoes, your fingertips brush against the damnable cabinet handle, gold and mocking. Vigilant as your efforts are, they’re ultimately fruitless. Your prize remains just out of reach.

Huffing, you turn to face Chrollo, who has no right to look as innocent as he does.

“Could you…” you trail off and shoo him with your hands. You hope that gets the message across.

“Can I ask why? I feel perfectly content here.”

Of course he does.

You’re unsure what spurs on your next action. Pettiness? Irritation? Righteous anger? Who knows. You rest both your palms flat against his bicep and push, as if he were nothing more than an inconvenient obstacle, which, in truth, is a fitting description. He doesn’t so much as budge. The full weight of your body and strength combined amounts to nothing. You can’t comprehend how hard his muscles feel beneath his shirt, it’s like you’re touching a wall.

Although it’s quiet, you hear it. A breathy chuckle escapes his lips.

Your equilibrium is thrown into chaos as you go from your nice, secure spot on the floor to being lifted high. Two large hands settle right above your hips, holding you in place. Your reflexes kick in and you squirm. Fortunately, Chrollo’s grasp doesn’t falter. You realize what he’s getting at and make quick work of opening the cabinet and getting your stupid marshmallows. He brings you down. You only relax when your soles touch solid ground.

Chrollo gives your hips a playful squeeze.

“Try again,” he whispers near your ear.

You want nothing more than to scamper off, but his body envelops you, cutting off any escape. You’re caught between a rock and a hard place, clutching a bag of marshmallows, your Hello Kitty slippers askew.

You sigh.

Life certainly has its challenges.

Should you start with elbowing him or stomping down on his feet…?

#this isn't even play fighting. darling is ready to throw hands for real #yandere chrollo x reader #hxh x reader #chrollo brainrot #scara and blade will be next .#my stuff

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amygdalae · 9 months ago

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Spilled my earl gray tea my entire earl Grey tea spilled knocked. Over onto the ground pooling in the dirt my earl Grey tea fresh piping hot hadn't even sipped it yet two teabags honey and oat milk my earl Grey tea spilled gone forever

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thesightstoshowyou · 1 year ago

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Au Courant

- Part 2 -

(Read Part 1 here)

Asa Emory x AFAB Reader

Summary: The night of your weekly support group doesn’t go as planned either.

Warnings: Soulmate AU, angst, violence, attempted mugging, mention of minor character death, manipulation, mentions of stalking.

Chilly evening wind gusts, crispy leaves rustling around your feet as you walk. The breeze stirs up the scent of decaying foliage and rotting trash from a nearby dumpster. Wrinkling your nose, you shrug further into your jacket, wishing you’d worn another layer. The quick tap, tap of your shoes echoes off brick as you pick up your pace.

Ahead lies your destination: An unassuming little church, brick facade freshly power-washed and cleaner than the surrounding buildings. The light above the door shines bright in the gloom, illuminating various fliers taped to glass.

‘One is Enough: Support group for former and non-Pairs. Tuesdays at 6pm,’ one such paper reads. You purse your lips as you heave the door open, still embarrassed to be attending these meetings at all.

It has been almost two months since that day at the grocery store. You thought, maybe after a little time had passed the ache would lesson, but it’s just as sharp, just as crushing as it was when he’d left you in that parking lot.

You’d gone back several times since then. Waiting in your car, eyes trained on the door, you prayed he would show up. If you could just talk to him, just for a few minutes, maybe he would—

Shaking your head, you force yourself to stop spiraling. Replaying these scenarios in your head isn’t healthy. They only make you feel worse. He hasn’t returned to the grocery store. You won’t see him again. You must accept this.

You just wish you knew his name, at least.

Descending the stairs to the right of the door brings you to the basement. A few florescent lights flicker at the far end of the room, illuminating the circle of plastic folding chairs. Nearby sits a little table, customary carafe of hot water and assorted tea and instant coffee packets littering its surface.

Christ, it’s fucking bleak.

You sit quietly and listen, little paper cup of earl gray growing cold in your hands. It’s a full house tonight; many faces you’ve seen before. They mostly talk of loss, of soulmates that passed away too soon. Some speak of isolation, of never finding their other half.

None, however, had a soulmate reject them.

You decline to speak when asked to share your story. You can’t talk about it, not yet. It’s too fresh, and the mortification of having to disclose the fact that not even your soulmate wants you is something you can’t bare to say aloud. Better they think he died.

It kind of feels like he had, anyway.

Meeting adjourned, you stand and make your way back to the stairs, tossing your full paper cup in the trash as you go. You’re out the door and hiking your jacket up around your shoulders when you hear your name called behind you.

Turning, you find Alan, one of the group leaders hurrying out the door after you. His soulmate died a few years ago, poor guy. He beams when you meet his gaze and gives an awkward half wave as he catches up to you.

“Hey, uh, thanks for coming tonight.”

Weird. “Yeah, it’s…um, nice to be with people that get it, you know,” you comment, forcing a wan smile to your face. Alan nods, glances at his feet, back to your face. He sucks in a breath before he speaks.

Oh no. No, no, no, no—

“Um, hey I was…I mean, if you’re feeling up to it, would you, uh, like to…to get some coffee sometime?” You bite the inside of your cheek and muster every ounce of willpower to keep from grimacing.

He’s nice, really, but it’s just too soon. God, you’re never going to be able to come back here, are you?

“Oh! Oh, goodness, that’s…that’s really kind of you, Alan, but I’m not…not sure I’m ready. Yet.” You add the last word to soften the blow. Would you ever be ready? You’re not sure it’s even possible.

Alan smiles gently, warm understanding all over his face. You hope your expression is passive. “Hey, I totally get it. Maybe another time.” He moves to head back inside, then quickly spins around again to add, “Please don’t let this stop you from coming. We’re good, really, okay?”

You fake a grin and nod, hastily turning away so he can’t talk to you anymore. Shit, there goes that group. There have to be others, right?

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you bow your head against the frigid breeze as you hurry back to your car, mood now as sour as the weather. Why did he have to go and ruin this for you—

“Hey.” You startle when a voice speaks directly into your ear. Whipping around you find a young man inches away from you. You hadn’t heard him approach over the blasting wind.

You try to back away but he grasps your arm tightly. “Money. Now. Don’t make a scene.” Your stomach plummets when he produces a knife from his pocket, streetlights glinting off the blade.

You stammer, “I-I don’t have—

“Shut up. Give me what you have.” Blood rushing in your ears, hands shaking, you nod, wondering what the hell you’re going to give him. Everything is in your car. Maybe he wants your keys…?

Behind you, quick footsteps approach. The young man balks, releases you, backs away. Hurriedly, you stumble backward, bumping into whoever had interrupted. Strong hands grip your upper arms, steadying you.

Glancing over your shoulder, your mouth falls open in shock. It’s him. The man from the grocery store.

Your soulmate.

He wears that same cold expression he had at the supermarket. He’s not looking at you though, his dark gaze instead trained on the would-be thief.

He releases you just as the young robber attempts makes his escape. You watch in stunned silence as your soulmate pursues, powerful legs giving him a surprising burst of speed. The thief darts down an alley, the man hot on his heels.

Now, silence, save for your frantic breathing. Your wide eyes are glued to where you watched them disappear, your heart throwing itself wildly against your ribs. What if he gets hurt, or worse? What should you do?

The wind blusters, sending goosebumps racing across your skin. You’re about to call for help when a dark figure emerges from the alley. The air leaves your lungs in a rush of relief, your trembling hand gripping the front of your coat. He’s okay!

And he’s walking right toward you.

You swallow thickly, your heart now hammering for a different reason. What will you say? How will he respond? Are you about to get your heart broken again?

Wait, what the hell is he even doing here?

“Are you alright?” You blink and dazedly look up into his eyes. They look black in the darkness, glittering in the light of the street lamps just as the knife had.

“I…yeah, I think so. T-Thank you.” Your voice quivers as you speak and you realize you’re trembling from head to toe. Is it from fear or the chill air?

“I lost him,” the man laments, motioning to the alley. You nod, amazed he even went after him in the first place.

“Should…do I need to call the cops or something?” You hate that you sound so helpless in front of him.

“Do you remember what he looks like?”

You pause, realizing you can’t even recall what clothes he’d been wearing. Timidly, you shake your head. The man shrugs.

“Not much they can do then.” You nod, your teeth worrying your bottom lip. The urge to reach out and touch him is almost too great to resist. He watches you so intently, keen eyes trained on every shift of expression, every movement of your nervous hands.

What is he thinking, you wonder? Is this it? Will he leave now, for good?

Instead, he surprises you. “Let me walk you to your car.” You can’t suppress the hopeful smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Your heart stutters when his warm palm finds your lower back. He turns and guides you down the street toward your vehicle. His body is warm too, comfortingly so. You hope it’s not too obvious when you lessen the gap between you, your arm brushing his as you move.

You walk in silence for a few beats, gathering the courage to say what’s been on your mind for weeks. Clearing your throat, you steel yourself.

“Why did—

“I panicked,” he interrupts. Taken aback, you glance up at him. He offers you a wry smirk. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

You shake your head, baffled. “Does anyone?” you ask. A quick breath leaves him, the barest hint of a laugh.

“I suppose not.”

“And…what are you doing here?”

“I just happened to drive by, as crazy as it sounds. I saw you walking and knew I had to turn around.” His words make you look down to your shoes, heat spreading across your cheeks. Fate had intervened again, it seems.

All too soon, you reach the parking lot. Coming to a stop next to your car, you turn to face him. His lips press into a line and you can almost see him thinking, considering. Your hands wring anxiously.

“My life is…complicated,” he says finally. His words are measured and there’s something there just under the surface, some urgent need for you to understand.

“I don’t care,” you reply instantly, taking a step closer to him. It’s like there’s a magnetic force pulling you in. “I don’t. I just want to be a part of it.”

This close, you can see the muscles in his jaw flex. He breathes in deeply, his exhale a heavy sigh. “My name is Asa,” he says finally.

You smile so wide your face hurts.

Asa watches the taillights of your car until they disappear around a corner. Only then does he allow a victorious smirk to cross his face. He will never tire of the satisfaction of success.

The Collector turns on his heel and strides back down the street. One more task to complete before the night is over.

Everything had gone optimally. The druggie had played his part of “thief” perfectly, thanks to the cash Asa had given him a few hours prior. Snapping his neck in the alley had been so easy. Heaving his dying body into the dumpster had been less simple, but still manageable.

What he said to you was a different matter. Telling you the truth was difficult, much harder than he previously anticipated. Indeed, he had panicked when you’d run straight into his arms, or panicked as much as someone like him could. Meeting his soulmate had not been in his plans. Asa doubted such a thing even existed for him in the first place, and that was preferable.

You were a liability. Getting caught was not an option. The last thing Asa needed was you stumbling into his carefully curated life and spilling marina all over the place. So, he’d left.

But, you would not leave his mind. Your meeting had awoken something deep inside him, some need. The obnoxious ache gnawing away at his gut grew tiresome. As he followed you home from the grocery store parking lot, watched you leave from work to attend your silly support group, as he learned your schedule and your habits from afar, his thoughts had drifted to the potential.

A partner, even more so a soulmate would aid with his disguise: Dr. Asa Emory, entomologist, professor, and now one half of a loving Pair. It’s the epitome of “normal.” Perhaps having you around would also quell the incessant nagging of his coworkers. This is not necessary, of course, but it would be welcome none the less.

You saw him, as well. When you’d collided, you looked into his eyes and caught a glimpse of what he kept so well hidden from everyone else. Asa had seen it on your face, the fear, the understanding. And, still, you chased after him. You wanted this, wanted him. Maybe you could want the Collector too.

Could you learn to understand?

Faking tonight’s emotions, the nerves, the story he fed you about “just driving by” shouldn’t have been so simple, but you’d accepted everything without question. Your gullibility is ideal. Everything about you seems to work in his favor. Is this luck? Or is this what it is like to be a Pair?

Time will tell.

Now, Asa turns his attention to the church door. He only has to wait a few minutes before it swings open. A man exits, papers clutched under his arm. The light above the door illuminates his face when he turns to lock up. It’s him, the one who asked you out earlier this evening.

Peering around the corner, Asa watches the man adjust his coat before heading off down the street. After a slow count to ten, Asa follows, stalking silently.

One more task tonight; a lesson to be taught, a price to be paid in blood.

You belong to the Collector, and the Collector does not share.

#asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #the collector 2009 #the collection #thesightstoshowyou #this is just turning into a slow burn isn’t it

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i-did-your-mother · 1 year ago

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im a snob ab this shit

super important poll!!

#HIBISCUS WHEN I AM TIRED OR HOT OR NEED A PICK ME UP #EARL GRAY WHEN I AM JUST FEELING GENERALLY ODD #persian tea for when i need to be cozy #chai when im sad #royal yunnan black tea when im feeling well #genmaicha when im feeling odd and need grounding #herbal when i feel bad generally. especially physically #i love tea tea loves me #im becoming insane

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p0ssywhippedcream · 2 years ago

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omg that apollo smut was just amazing!. could you do something angsty w him like he's gonna break up bc he fell for someone else (and obviously as a demigod you know that he's not sticking around forever) feel like crying omg

baby omg that's so fucking sad why would you do this to me

"We have to talk." He's trying to be nice. He wants you to sit down and he wants to warm you some tea before he tells you.

You don't sit down, despite his obvious gestures to the sofa. In fact, you don't even let him in the door. You stand there with it open, arms crossed on your chest with an unreadable expression.

"No, we don't." Okay, well now you're being difficult. He wants to let you down easy and you're being so stubborn.

"Yes, Y/n, we do." He hasn't called you Y/n in two years. It's sweet girl, baby doll, my love, sunshine.

"I know." For a second he thinks you're agreeing, that you do have to talk until he sees the barely contained rage in your eyes. You know. You know where he's been.

He doesn't know what to say so he just stands there. His hands that are so used to wiping your tears twitch when one falls. He doesn't love you anymore but he's not a monster.

"Are you okay?" There's so much he's trying to ask. Will you be okay? How do you feel? How long have you known, the entire time? Do you hate him?

You nudge your apartment door with your foot and he looks inside. The sunflowers he'd given you are waving at him from the trash can.

You sighed and stepped outside. It wasn't a very bright day, the sun was hidden behind clouds that drizzled lazily. He didn't realize he was standing in soft rain until you joined him.

You took his hands, curled his fingers into his palms and held them as fists. "I know I'm not permanent, Apollo. Everything goes someday. You deserve happiness for the time you can have it. My comfort currently is that this lover isn't permanent either."

You were talking to him like he was human. A mortal to live and to die. Somebody to pass through life for 80 years at most and somebody expected to run out of time. His face must've given away his confusion, his eyebrows are arched, eyes wide and his mouth open.

"I will get over you," You continued, "I will find another person to love and we will love for a long time. I will be happy. But I can't have summer picnics anymore. I can't wake up early with a cup of earl gray in my hands and sit on my porch. I can't stand on the beach, watching you descend in the sky without remembering this. So much of the world is filled with you. And I hope someday when I watch you light it up with my lover's hand in mine, I won't ache to forget you."

You dropped his hands, yours came up to grab his face like you were going to kiss him. He wouldn't be averse to it, he closed his eyes and accepted your attention. Your forehead pressed against his and you just stood there, holding him and breathing.

You didn't kiss him. Your hands fell away and you walked back inside. The door closed behind you. You didn't even spare one last glance at him. He stood there on your porch. The light rain turned to weeping, the clouds full and betrayed. They wept all over him as he watched your door, waiting for a sign to leave.

He didn't love you anymore, he reminded himself. He stepped back and walked away from your home. As he stepped on the pebbles of your drive way, he looked back towards your home. He saw through your windows, you perched on your counter, nursing a cup of hot chocolate. He'd only ever known you to drink tea.

As he watched you swing your legs and kiss your mug, it hit him. You loved him like a man. He was human with you, no matter his occupation and shows of power, he was only the man you loved. You loved him humanly and you let him go the same way.

Apollo wouldn't be your greatest love, you were bound to draw in more people with your kind soul and gentle hands. But you were his, the only love that saw beyond his immortal curse.

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zodiacs-web · 2 years ago

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I hope the request are still open :p

Could we have the reaction of Nikola Tesla, Qin Shi Huang and Jack the Ripper if their partner surprised them with breakfast in bed?

(let's imagine that qin's couple got up earlier than him and all the palace servants, as if it was a custom for her to cook and eat together with qin since they both lived in zaho, when qin was still a hostage and she her only friend)

Good Morning

╰₊✧ Jack the Ripper/ Nikola Tesla/ Qin Shi Huang X Gn!Reader

╰₊✧ Synopsis: Surprising them with breakfast

╰₊✧ What's in the web: short but fluffy

Jack the Ripper

Smooth white hair turning golden as the sun jumps through the window, the sound of pots and pans clattering has the figure shuffling. A whisper of a groan leaves him as he slowly opens his eyes, a blurry figure walking from the door and walking over to him, giggles tickling him as he blinks.

Once his eyes finally adjust to his surroundings, all he sees is your shining face and the glorious sight of breakfast in front of him. Soft waffles with a golden brown syrup falling off the sides and earl gray tea riding through his senses.

He quickly sits up, a smile creeping up on him all while you're staring at him in content. He's speechless as you place the tray onto his lap, coming in to squish yourself against this shoulder, laying his head on top of yours in return.

Nikola Tesla

A summer filled with the mind running, a stomach so eager and a mind so homesick anyone - except you - couldn't fix the problem. Eyes widening after a restful night of sleeping, the dim room accompanying the man.

Then it arrived, the refreshing and blooming smell of homecooked food - heaven right in the comfort in his home. He quickly got up just in time to see you carrying a tray with a folded pancake with a drizzle of powdered sugar and bananas and a cup of hot coffee.

He was amazed by the way you were able to pull off the smell of his home. Despite the pancake not being from his specific region, his mind bloomed of his childhood. The softness of the pancake, the bittersweet taste of the coffee and the feeling of his family all together.

Qin Shi Huang

A quest in the night, a journey for the happiness of your husband, delicate night where only you are awake. Dancing with the pots and pans, waking the grumpy meat and the jumpy vegetables. A sing-a-long with the cooking book until all the ingredients are jumping with joy.

Soft tapping against the marble floor and gentle chatter of the bowls and plates. The jian bing somehow waking the emperor with it's lustful aroma. A small smile creeping up the man as the tray is placed upon his lap. The congee shimmering upon the rising sun and tea swaying against it's confines.

Though his wish to capture you and fill you with love is not granted, alas his stomach will be filled first. Only a small kiss is laid upon your cheeks before the meal is devoured. A lasting smile upon the emperors face always make the your heart bloom.

#zodiac's web #snv x reader #qin x reader #qin shi huang x reader #snv qin shi huang x reader #ror qin shi huang x reader #nikola tesla x reader #snv nikola tesla x reader #tesla x reader #snv nikola tesla #ror nikola tesla x reader #jack the ripper x reader #snv jack the ripper x reader #ror jack the ripper x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader

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norts-trolls · 11 months ago

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We're Open!!

The midnight menu is here! These adopts we're made by me and my pal @sicnin! Each of these drinks have been mixed to perfection for our lovely customers!!! The payment is through p*ypal USD only!! For an extra 15USD I will draw an Icon for them as well!! Dm if interested and please read the rules!!

Kuma Latte(30): SOLD

Boba Tea(30): OPEN

Rose Refresher(30): SOLD

GingerAle(30): SOLD

Cherry Coca-cola(30): OPEN

Grapefruit Lacrox(30): SOLD

Mimosa(30): SOLD

Jolly rancher shot(30): SOLD

Peach long island tea(40): SOLD

Lavender Earl Gray(30): SOLD

Smores Hot Cocoa(30): SOLD

BlackBerry Margarita(40): SOLD

Rules!

Please keep the design recognizable. But we don't mind changes.

Please credit us for the design when you post them DO NOT CLAIM THE DESIGN AS YOURS

IF THE ADOPT IS POC DO NOT CHANGE THAT DETAIL

Blood color and gender up to you

We don't mind if you change their species

Please do not resell. Gifting is fine.

WE can hold for 3 days max

Any future commissions of adopts brought from me will have discount.

PLEASE DO NOT USE THE ADOPTS FOR GROSS STUFF ( hate messages, racism, N/FTS etc etc use common sense)

ADOPTS WILL NOT BE USED FOR COMMERCIAL USE. (you can however buy commercial use license)

ABSOLUTELY NO USE OF AI WITH ANY OF OUR WORKS

#norts adopts #collab adopts #sic #alternian shore bar #fantroll adopts

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soullust · 1 month ago

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dead poets signature scents bc im insane, apparantly

neil - velvet, cedarwood and weirdly enough vanilla pudding

todd - parchment, or new books, earl gray tea and catnip

charlie - the earth after rain, cigarettes and mahogany

knox - sea wather, freshly baked bread with a hint of vanilla

meeks - night air, maple syrup and cinnamon

pitts - hot cocoa, industrial glue & freshly cut grass

cameron - ink, rosemary and the least visited parts of the school’s library

chris - wild flowers, bubblegum and mint

ginny - cedar wood, vinyl & anise

#dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #knox overstreet #charlie dalton #steven meeks #stephen meeks #gerard pitts #richard cameron #chris noel #ginny danburry

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dawn-moths · 11 months ago

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Hi there! Saw requests were open so I hopped in.

Can I ask for both a Earl Gray and Milk Tea for Noè?

I just love the way you write him, he's so damn precious ❤❤

hello hello! absolutely! :) thank you so much for saying you like the way i write him 💕💕

tw: some suggestive content but nothing too explicit, vampires & blood drinking.

♡noe♡

earl grey tea: how do they court their s/o?

Oh my gosh Noe would be so good at courting you. He’s such a gentleman, would bring you flowers and always insist on walking you home. He’d take things slow, probably wait until the third date to even kiss you, wanting to show he respects you, that he’s not here to play games.

The night hours soon become your favorite, trading the sun’s warm rays for the silver sparkle of stars. When you’re with Noe, arms linked or hands interlocked, you never feel more safe, more loved. You two laugh together until you nearly cry, you could talk for hours and never get bored, you go out dancing in the pubs and the town square.

Being with him makes you feel alive, makes you feel like you could do anything. And, when it comes time to deliver you to your doorstep at the end of a long, eventful night, he gently takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it, saying he looks forward to the next time you two will get to meet.

You beckon him closer, as if to tell him a secret, and then, when he least expects it, you plant a peck to his cheek, trying to suppress a giggle as he becomes flustered, cheeks heating and wearing that adorable look of surprise.

Once he regains his composure, you assure him you’ll see him again soon, heading inside and up to your room, glancing at the window to still find him standing on the pavement below, smiling to himself like the luckiest man in the world.

milk tea: what are their kisses like?

Noe’s kisses start out gentle and chaste, savoring the soft press of your lips against his, but the moment you look up at him through your lashes, pupils blown wide with want, something in him snaps. Before long, he’s got your back pressed to the wall, or the mattress, or whatever the closest surface is. He’s licking into your mouth, hungry, starving to get another taste of you. Your next breath catches in your chest as his sharp incisors scrape over your pulse, sending a wave of goosebumps rising over your skin.

You can feel his breath on your neck, hot and panting, but he lingers there, hesitating as he feels himself salivate, using every ounce of willpower he has not to sink his fangs into your delicate flesh right then and there.

“It’s ok…” you’re whispering to him, the tender utterance barely heard through his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. You gently card your fingers through his silky, snowy locks, hoping to soothe the monster that dwells deep inside of him, now on the verge of breaking out. “It’s ok. I don’t mind…”

He realizes you’re giving him permission, that you trust him enough to allow him to break your skin and drink down the dark, warm iron of your blood.

So he does, only the urgency in which he’s just been caught in the throes of now begins to ebb. He’s back to taking his time, sucking dark bruises against your throat, causing your veins to fill with euphonium, lulling your body into a sated, relaxed state before he pierces your skin.

Every time you let him drink your blood, you feel the terrified thrill of it all, the adrenaline then fading into heavenly bliss.

Plus, he always makes sure to take such good care of you afterward, his precious, perfect girl. After all, he loves you more than anything.

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