#here's to red wine 🍷

[writingoddess1125]

Morticia and Gomez Effect

Mihawk X FemReader

Since Mihawk is based off of Dracula (Duh) and his whole goth dilf attitude it would make sense he's Romanian 🇷🇴

Also I drank some wine 🍷 before this so enjoy!!

>>> Part 2

• Giving Mihawk's personality I don't think he is the type that finds his opposite attractive. No this man likes those dark mysterious women-

• Def has a More Gothic wife.

• Mihawk is not one to openly talk about his fine but doesn't hide it either. If someone points out the gold ring hanging by his cross he will say it's his wedding band-

• However when his wife is around, he is quite flirty. A smirk on his lips as he will wrap his hand around your waist, lay kisses on your hand or pepper a kiss to the side of your neck. Uncaring if the world sees

• You also can defend yourself perfectly fine so he doesn't have to worry too much about you getting attacked- Truthfully he would pity someone so foolish to do so. Cause if you didn't kill them he would.

• But what was most known was- Mihawk was so whipped for you. Figuratively and Literally-

• The way you were formally introduced to the whole entirety of the Strawhat pirates was a necessary evil.

• "Zoro we need this- It says a red ruby is needed in order for this and we have non thays big enough!" Nami yelled pointing to the treasure map, Zoro sighed. He had accidently admitted he knew someone with a ruby big enough-

• After enough pestering he agreed and they set sail to Kuraigana Island

• It didn't take long to arrive at the gloomy island, A quick journey to the large castle and the spare key hidden under the mat lead the group inside.

• It looked like a cleaned haunted house- Which frightened the group more till the sound of your voice shook them from their thoughts

• "Is someone here?" You call from the large lounging area. Drawing them all in to the well lit room with a crackling fireplace.

• Sanji covered his nose quickly to stop a nosebleed as he stared at you, So elegantly seated with a cup of tea and a amused look on your face at seeing such a young group or pirates breaking into your home.

• Before Sanji could say a word Zoro slammed his hand over the blondes mouth quickly.

• "Madam Dracule" He said formally and bowed respectfully

• His whole crew stiffening at hearing the formal use of your name.

• DRACULE MIHAWKS WIFE!?

• Sipping your tea you raised a brow at Zoro as he bowed deeply to you. You knew he respected you just as much as Mihawk- the wife of his teacher as well as one of his teachers as well since you did assist in training.

• "Zoro, My dear child what brings you and your friends here?" You ask calmly, setting your tea aside as you felt the shift of the room.. they were nervous.

• "We came here to ask you-" The sound of the door slamming open shook them as they heard heavy footsteps walk to them. Revealing the man of the home, Mihawk. Wet from rain and pulling his hat from his head with a stoic frown

• "Dragă (Darling), What is this?" Mihawk questioned as he returned to his island home to see a familiar pirate ship docked and his Pupil on their knees before his wife. Paired with the group of familiar pirated standing in his livingroom.

• "I am not sure yet love, We were just about to discuss it" You say softly, standing up to gelp him take off his sword and coat. Already feeling his eyes following you as you did this-

• Both of you knowing it was an excuse to touch him.

• "We wished to temporarily barrow your ruby necklace Madame." Zoro said still bowing formally

• Mihawk's eyebrow twitching at hearing this-

• "You wish for my wife to give you her necklace?" He said as his eyes narrowed down at them.

• "J-Just for a little bit Sir!" Nami said, feeling anxiety wash through her system.

• "My Love" You cooed, reaching a hand over and touching the side of his face. Immediately it was like dealing with a feline, Leaning into your touch as he gave you a warning glare.

• "Barrowing a necklace is so minor compared to us at that age. Remember Cohi Island?" You purred, Mihawk giving a subtle growl in the back of his throat. "Ah Cohi Island, How can I forget?" He all but purred out.

• The two of you reminiscing as Mihawk began to place kisses up your arms as you pulled him close and whispered sweet sensual words and memories to him.

• "A little necklace won't be much trouble, Especially since it will be returned~" You whispered in his ear

• The poor strawhats subjected to the very outward affection of the Warlord. It was quite a unpleasant experience for them all-

• Mihawk unclasping the necklace with his teeth before tossing it at Zoro who quickly caught it. The Warlord glaring at his Pupil lazily

• "It will be returned' He said stoically, before returning to his task at hand.

• You wave them off, Smiling softly as Mihawk leaned into your neck to lay kisses and love bites.

• Zoro bowing again quickly as he held the necklace and the youthful pirates quickly filed out of the castle as fast as possible. Zoro still clutching the gemstone

• "Holy fuck! She literally got Hawkeye of all people to give you the necklace!" Usopp said in shock as Zoro nodded. Nami's eyeing that diamond necklace

• "Yes but it must be returned-" He stressed. Not being stupid enough to let anyone steal from his mentor or his wife-

• The group nodded and looked out at the raging storm that beat against them.

• "Well it's raining maybe we can ask for a room-" Usopp started but Zoro quickly shook his head, His face pale and eyes like he was living through War Flashbacks.

• "No- The unholy noises that are about to invade that castle no one will sleep" He said in a deadpan voice- and from the look in his eyes everyone believed him.

• That was a couple too in love

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beauty is a beast that roars, down on all fours, demanding Mor. 💋🍷🍒🥧

Pairing: Mor x fem!reader, former Azriel x fem!reader (mentioned)

Summary: "They've both taken lovers over the years..." // Azriel and Mor have both taken lovers over the years but what happens when Mor discovers they both have had you? Your "fling" with Mor that is growing more serious by the day and your history with Ariel becomes the catalyst for Mor finally admitting the truth to Azriel.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: violence (not toward reader or Mor), blood, alcohol, coming out, internalized homophobia?, mentions of death (in the past), nipple play, scissoring, tribbing, food play, teasing, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), fingering, hickeys, biting, fluff, mean Mor lowkey 🤭

Author's note: title has nothing to do with anything except the fact that it always reminds me of Mor and I felt like "she's my cherry pie" was too cheesy | if I missed any tags, pls lmk! I don't know all the fancy terms for this shit nowadays 🫶🏻

It was a stupid, idiotic game suggested by stupid idiotic males. 

Mor was nursing a glass of red wine, sat at a round moonstone table at the river estate. The inner circle’s usual night of reverie at Rita’s culminated in everyone slumping back to the estate half-dead with 90% liquor in their veins. The night started out fun with good food and good-natured ribbing amongst her family but it had devolved into a headache. Truly, a nuisance was building at the back of her head, thumping uncomfortably. The alcohol certainly didn’t help but she wasn’t about to endure a drunk Cassian and Azriel without a buzz going. 

Feyre and Rhys had absconded to their room long ago and Amren had disappeared with no notice and no indication as to where she had gone (typical). Elain and Lucien went on a moonlit walk and Nesta had deemed the night over and stomped up to her room the moment Cassian started quoting a dirty passage from the novel she was currently reading. 

Leaving Mor with Cassian and Azriel and a stupid, idiotic game. 

They had somehow gotten on the topic of lovers and Cassian being Cassian, was eager to pry into everyone’s intimate business.

Mor was planning to call it a night soon anyway. This game didn’t interest her and she’d rather be with you. In your arms, in your bed. You’d known each other loosely for a while ever since you worked as a lounge singer at Rita’s but one night, Mor was one of the only people left in the place after your set. You two got to talking and the chemistry was un-fucking-deniable. Your chance meeting quickly blossomed into a fling.

Except something deeply wounded Mor to call it a fling. It made it sound so… cheap and flimsy. Yes, you were phenomenal in bed. Yes, she could cum just from the mental image of you with your head thrown back and her fingers plunged inside you. But you were also talented and ambitious and witty and matched her tit for tat when it came to her silver tongue. There was still some anxiety she felt when she was with females. It never allowed her to fully relax or lose herself in a moment. But you…

You excited her. 

“Okay, okay. Azriel’s turn. Name the best lover you’ve ever had.” Cassian smirked. 

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Azriel said.

“Come on, Az! I told you mine!” 

Azriel snorted.

“You’re mated. You wouldn’t have said any name except Nesta’s. And if you had, she would have ran down here and kicked you in the balls.” 

“And it would have been a major turn on because everything Nesta does turns me on because Nesta is the best lover I’ve ever had now DISH!” Cassian screamed, pointing his wine glass at Azriel and making the wine spill everywhere.

Normally, Azriel didn’t partake in such games. He didn’t kiss and tell. He was respectful and likely got a kick out of being so stoic and mysterious. But they had been drinking so heavily for so long. The shadowsinger’s hazel eyes were swimming with mischief.

“Alright. It was fairly recent. About 10 years ago.” Azriel began to loosely describe this female he had a fling with over the winter that he met while shopping for Solstice presents. The smirk on his face deepened as he described their love making. “She had a phenomenal body and I swear, I didn’t think it was possible for my dick to go so deep inside someone. She was a great cook, too. She always baked me a pie afterward. ” Mor was barely listening. She was about to dump her wine into the plant in the corner and winnow to your apartment when something turned her blood to ice.

Your name.

Your name coming from Azriel’s lips.

It happened in less than a span of a heartbeat. Less than the flutter of an eye closing than it took for Mor to sail across the table and connect her fist with Azriel’s jaw. 

She could barely register Azrie’s weight beneath her, Cassian’s cackle that turned into a worried shout was muffled as she began punching Azriel over and over. Mor roared and gripped the lapels of Azriel’s shirt, readying to bash his head into the floor when a force stronger than drunken Mor pulled her away. 

Azriel’s shadows.

Azriel groaned, blood trickling out of his nose mixing with the spilt wine on the floor. He wriggled his nose and winced. Not broken but Mor gotten in a hell of a punch. 

“What the hell, Mor?!” Cassian shouted. 

Mor was held back by Azriel’s shadows, tears streaming down her face. So many emotions were washing over her at once, spawning in the pit of her stomach and trailing to the center of her chest. Jealousy and rage flowed to the top. 

Azriel had been with you. The two of you had made love. Azriel had known your body, tasted you, gazed upon you in your naked form. He’d known the pleasure only you can provide.

And she wanted to fucking kill him for it.

Azriel just stared at Mor while Cassian berated her, screaming some nonsense about how they’re a family and hitting is only okay if they did something to provoke it.

“Cassian.” Azriel’s sharp voice cut in. “Leave us.” 

Cassian complied. Even this drunk, he could tell when his brother truly needed something. He murmured something about going to get ice and a healing tonic and left the two of them alone. 

Azriel stood up and slowly walked to where Mor was restrained by his shadows. Another feeling started to mix in with the others. Shame. She’d hit Azriel. She’d hurt Azriel. She’d hurt her family. And now there was no hiding anymore. 

Azriel leveled his gaze at her and Mor shivered. He’d never looked at her that way. Never as the feared, icy, ruthless Shadowsinger of the Night Court.

“Is there something you need to tell me, Morrigan?” 

***

Mor insisted on talking in Azriel’s room. This wasn’t a conversation she wanted anyone else to hear and his was the only one she trusted to be thoroughly soundproof. 

She sat on Azriel’s bed, clutching a pillow in her lap while Azriel stood over her. A blush crept onto her cheeks.

“Don’t stand there, Azriel, like I’m a teenager in trouble. Sit.” 

It was his room and his nose and jaw that she’d tried to break but still, he sat.

Mor took several steadying breaths and begged herself not to cry. She wouldn’t be able to get out the words if she cried. But still, her cheeks and eyes warmed as fat tears began to pool in her eyes. One of Azriel’s shadows came up to wipe them away. 

And Azriel’s scarred hand gently placed atop hers.

“Mor…” His voice was tight. He’d only seen her cry on a few occasions: when Rhys was captured by Amarantha, when Rhys returned, when Nyx was born and he and his parents almost died… It wasn’t a sight he enjoyed. 

“I just–” She heaved a sob. “I need a minute, okay?” 

Azriel squeezed her hand. 

“I’ll wait.” 

Azriel had waited. He’d waited 500 years for something to happen between them. Something that would never happen. Something that Mor had communicated in a roundabout, cruel way. Gods, she hated herself for it. But who could blame her for being skittish? For being so scared that she’d kept this part of herself hidden from even her family? 

…Azriel wouldn’t. 

Mor took another breath. And another. And another after Azriel had conjured up a glass of water for her. 

They sat there for close to 20 minutes before she finally spoke. 

“The first fae I ever loved…” Mor sighed. “Was a female named Andromeda.” 

She weaved the tale over an hour and a half, detailing the first flicker of confusing affection she felt for females, twined with the lesser but still present affection for males. The sexual politics of her taking Cassian as her first lover. Andromeda. Their love story that culminated in the loneliest sadness Mor had ever felt. Loving and losing and her heart caving in all while her family was unaware. The lingering fear and panic she felt regarding her father and Beron and Eris. How she’d avoided Azriel by sleeping around with other males. All leading up to you. How the two of you met at Rita’s one late night after you’d finished a set. How she bought you a drink. How she bought you a second drink. How you became quick friends. How your friendship spiraled into something steamy and undeniable. How Azriel saying your name had unlocked a river of white-hot rage buried so deep inside her that she didn’t even feel like herself when she’d launched herself across the table at him. 

Her throat was dry and raspy by the time she was done talking. She’d cried through a lot of it, especially when talking about Andromeda. She braced herself for Azriel’s reaction. 

“I am sorry that you have been hurting, Mor. But I am also hurt that you thought–” Azriel’s head whipped to the side like he’d been phantom-smacked. His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “I am hurt that you thought I would… what? Berate you? Drag you kicking and screaming into the Court of Nightmares and drop you at Kier’s feet? Be so heartbroken that I would resent you?” 

Mor shuddered.

“Don’t you?” 

Azriel sighed.

“Mor, you are… dazzling. Beauty and wits and heart is what you’re made of. It’s no mystery why I fell for you. It’s no mystery why anyone would fall for you. You’re also kind, and caring, and family.” 

Azriel’s hazel eyes burned into hers and she shifted slightly on the bed, unnerved by the intensity of it. 

“You were always going to be one of the most important people in my life. And no, our relationship didn’t fall into place the way I desired it to and yes, it hurts but what I can’t get over is that you didn’t trust me. You didn’t trust any of us.” 

Mor pulled on the end of her dress, just to have something to do with her body aside from sit here in this uncomfortable conversation.

“Um, actually… Feyre knows.” 

Another deep sigh from Azriel. Mor has never felt so small. So unguarded. Her secrecy was the only armor she had and now it was dust in the wind. No going back. 

“Do you hate me?” She whispered.

Azriel scoffed.

“By the Cauldron, Mor, have you been listening to me?” Azriel reached for her hands. “I could never hate you. I don’t care if you like females or males or both or neither. I don’t give a shit about any of it. You are my family. In 500 years, I have never felt safer than I have with all of you.”

She sniffled, tears welling in her eyes once more.

“Really?” 

“Of course.” Azriel said, his voice softer than it had been all night. “Look, I’m not saying I’m happy with you for toying with my feelings and this might take a while for me to process the fact that it’s never going to be us but… I love you, Mor. I’m happy when I’m around you and it kills me to know that you haven’t been completely happy around all of us.” 

Mor felt a swell of relief in her chest. She slipped her arms around his neck and hugged Azriel and hugged him and hugged him until she felt like crying again. This time, she let the tears fall until she was sobbing into his chest.

They spent two more hours talking, ironing out their feelings, and crying. Well, mostly Mor cried. Azriel conjured up more water for her and some food as well. It was practically dawn anyway with the dark blue sky conceding to a blushing, orange sunrise. 

“How do you feel now?” Azriel asked over a strawberry flake strudel. He was now sitting at the foot of his bed, his back leaning against one of the four posters as his wings draped lazily on the ground. 

Mor loosed a long sigh and pulled the straw in and out of the plastic coffee cup she had long since drained until Azriel told her to stop because the sound was annoying.

“I feel like… I want to go see my girlfriend.” She was spent. Her emotions had all spilled out of her like nightmare vomit and she was utterly empty. She craved nothing more than to curl up in your warm bed and stroke your soft hair until she fell asleep. 

Azriel barked out a laugh. 

Mor’s brows knit into a line. She kicked at Azriel’s foot but he quickly dodged. 

“What?” She bit.

“That’s a funny word.” Azriel said, smirking as he finished off his breakfast treat.

Mor sat her cup on his nightstand and sat up.

“What do you mean?” Sure, you two didn’t have a label yet. But you were basically girlfriends, right? You spent most nights together, you slept together, went shopping in Velaris together, had lunch dates all the time. At least, she hoped you’d want to be her girlfriend.

Azriel rolled his eyes at her.

“Morrigan. You flew across a ten-foot long table and beat the shit out of me just because one time, a decade ago, I slept with–” 

Mor growled. That same feeling she got when Azriel first said your name last night was building up again. She felt it from her navel all the way up to her chest. A dark, swirling vortex of negative emotions and yet, somewhere within was a bright white light. 

No, not white. 

Golden.

Mor’s entire world cracked open. Every scar. Every ounce of pain and trauma that she’d collected split open and filled with a shimmering golden liquid that came from the reservoir of your soul and bled into hers. 

“...mate.” 

Azriel said it the moment Mor realized it. Everything aligned for her in that moment. The seas were bluer, the birds chirped a perfect melody, and everything made sense. It had all been for this. All been for you. Every awful horror, every fitful night of sleep, everything… it was all aligning for Mor to find you.

She scrambled to get up, all the while Azriel was laughing. She couldn’t find her shoes. Where were her godsdamned shoes? 

Mor decided to forgo the accessories and just go straight to you. Barefoot and in love. And although the bond was pulling at her, willing her to find you, she turned back to Azriel. 

“Az? Are we… are we going to be okay?” She was scared to ask, but it was high time to stop being afraid. To stop keeping Azriel–her entire family, really– at an arm’s length. They all loved her and she needed to embrace that, or else she’d never be truly happy.

Azriel leaned his head against his four-poster. 

“Of course we will, Mor. Maybe not today, but we will be.” 

Mor nodded slowly and headed for the door. She looked back one last time at Azriel. At her family. She knows she hurt him and she would have to do some serious groveling to earn his forgiveness. Even though he was a good male and would likely not accept any gifts or excessive sweetness, she would do it anyway. Mor would win back his trust and help heal the scars she inflicted. But the cage she had trapped herself in had suddenly combusted. The world was wide open. And she liked it. And so Mor said, for perhaps the first time in her life, but meaning it fully:

“I love you, Azriel.” 

***

Rushed knocks were all she could manage. Feeling a mating bond that had yet to be reciprocated was suffocating and intoxicating all at once. She was shaking and bouncing on her feet like she’d had 300 coffees. If you didn’t open the door in three seconds, Mor didn’t know if she could keep herself from knocking it down. 

Mercifully, it swung open. And there you stood.

Her mate. 

Her perfect, beautiful mate. 

You wore a pair of tiny shorts and a very thin, very see-through white tank top underneath a red kimono robe that Mor was almost certain had once been at home in her closet.

Despite dawn just rising up to wish Velaris a good morning, you didn’t seem perturbed at Mor’s early intrusion. You gave her a lazy feline smile.

“Hey, good looking—” 

You never even had a chance. Mor pounced on you like a jungle cat, claiming your mouth with hers and grabbing at whatever skin she could get her hands on. Although surprised, you didn’t waver for even a moment. You slid your hands up through the fae’s hair and walked her backwards into your apartment. 

Mor’s heart sang a golden chorus that blended in with chirping birds and distant water fountains.

Mate. Mate. Mate. 

Happy. Happy. Happy.

You pulled Mor off of you for only a moment, but she chased after your lips, her hands practically pawing at your chest like a needy housecat.

“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, giggling. But the second Mor’s wide eyes looked into yours. You saw it. You felt it. That golden tether tying you to Mor. 

The noise you let out was something between a happy gasp and a squeal. 

You surged up and kissed her again, parting and letting her claim your mouth and claim you. She tugged the kimono down, shoving it off your perfect shoulders. You tried to do the same with her dress but she insisted on wearing those cross-back ones and intricate tit chains and it was so complicated to get off in a rush. 

But eventually you both worked all the offending garments off and onto the floor. Mor lifted you up and carried you to your kitchen table, her mouth never leaving your neck as she did so. 

She laid you out on your back and attacked your neck with kisses, nipping and biting at your jaw, your ear, anywhere she could reach. Her fingers went down to trace the insides of your thighs, drawing a shudder of pleasure from you. 

Her hand dipped even further, her middle finger tracing the outside of your entrance, barely ghosting over your skin, playing in the wetness that was already there. 

“Wait!” You shouted, just before Mor could get her fingers inside of you.

Her brows knit together in concern and her perfect lips formed a pout, but the distress melted when she saw you reach across the kitchen table grabbing at a tin of cherry pie you had made. You pulled it toward you and grabbed a sloppy handful from the middle. You held it out to Mor, your eyes wide from both love and lust. 

“Eat.” You gently nudged the pie up onto her lips. 

Mor watched a stream of cherry juice drip down your hand and wrist. She leaned in and traced it with her tongue, collecting it off your skin. She dragged her tongue down your arm and back up until she took your entire pinky in her mouth, sucking on the digit. Then she did the same with your ring finger and your middle finger and so on. Her teasing was utterly unfair and you pouted as she took her sweet time sucking on your fingers until she finally ate the handful of pie you’d extended out to her. 

A pang of jealousy sang in her chest, remembering that you baked pies for Azriel after every time you did it but the solidification of the bond quickly stamped that out. 

Mor ate every bit of pie you offered her and licked the palm of your hand clean. Her lips were stained red from the cherries and the sweetness rested pleasantly on her tongue. 

“I love you.” She murmured, placing kisses along your bare chest and over your boobs. She wrapped her mouth around a nipple and sucked and nipped at it, drawing precious little “ah!”s and moans from you. 

“Mm… I love you too, Mor.” You said, twining your fingers in her hair, not caring that you were getting pie crumbs all in your lover’s blonde hair. Because she wasn’t just your lover anymore. She was your mate. 

She fixed her attention on your other nipple and her fingers found her way back to your entrance, teasing, grazing. 

Your mate sat up, eye-fucking you as she took in your form. It didn’t make you shy. You were never shy with Mor, or at Rita’s when you were belting out a song. It was one of the things she loved about you. One of the reasons you were perfectly matched to her. The Mother did a good fucking job. 

“How much do you love me?” Mor said in a sing-song tone, dragging her knuckle up your slit. 

“So much.” You gasped. You truly did love Mor. She was confident and carefree and fun. She made you feel like every day only happened so you could experience pleasure. Like mornings were made for strolls in the sun and evenings were made for lovemaking under the moonlight. There was no pain and no turmoil when you were together. There was just you and your mate and the golden love that flowed through you and around you. 

“How good do I fuck you, baby?” She whispered, sliding one finger inside you. 

You gasped and grabbed her wrist. Not to stop her but just to have any sort of contact with you. Mor rectified this immediately by holding one of your hands in her free one and pressing kisses to the back of it. 

“So good, Mor.” You murmured as she lazily dragged her finger in and out of you. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

Sensing your needs, knowing exactly what her sweet mate needed, she added another finger and amped up her speed ever so slightly. You moaned your affirmation.

“I know what you like.” She whispered. The minx. You could hear the smirk on her face.  

She pulled you right to the edge and then retracted her fingers faster than you could comprehend. Your eyes shot open and tears quickly filled them, so close to your peak and then denied so quickly. 

Mor shook her head, grinning at you the whole time.

“Sweet girl… you know how this goes. We don’t ever finish that quickly. Besides,” Mor dug her fingers into the pie you had decimated, plucking out a single cherry and holding it up to the light, admiring it like a lost artifact. “You haven’t had breakfast.” 

She dragged the cherry around your lips, painting them red. Your tongue darted out to lick at the tips of her fingers and she placed the cherry on your tongue. You chewed and felt the bond growing stronger, more prominent in your chest with every little bite. The second you swallowed, Mor was on you again, kissing you desperately, licking into your mouth. 

She hiked your leg up and started grinding her wet cunt against yours. The warmth was perfect and you felt your body and soul practically singing with how right it felt, how perfect you two were. 

Mor’s warm, wet pussy was like a dream. You grinded against her, creating more friction and soon you were both shouting, both unable to contain your moans. Mor sped up, bouncing against you and that simply wouldn’t do. You couldn’t let her have all the fun. You broke from the kiss and took her nipple in your mouth, sucking on it as she had done to you. Except, you had a little payback in mind for her edging you. You let go of her nipple with a wet pop and started sucking a love bite onto the skin of her breast, right on top where it would be visible in those low cut dresses she wore. Everyone would know she had a mate. Everyone would know she belonged to you. 

Mor moaned your name in a desperate whisper, increasing her speed. The two of you weren’t going to last long. The pressure was building up and it was already too perfect, too all-consuming. 

Once you were satisfied with the darkening mark on her chest, you latched onto her neck, kissing and sucking. But that wasn’t enough for your mate. She gripped your chin in her hands and kissed you desperately. Like she needed you to breathe. 

That was what sent you over the edge. 

You came and Mor followed soon after. The pleasure flowed through you two freely like the love through the bond. You’d never felt so connected to someone and by the pulsating you felt at the other end, you knew Mor hadn’t either. 

“I love you.” She slurred, pupils blown wide with lust. You swore they almost looked like little hearts. 

You returned the sentiment, murmuring it into her skin as you kissed up her sternum and across her jaw before she finally gripped a fistful of your hair and dragged you up to her lips. 

You sighed in contentment against your mate. But Mor wasn’t done with you yet. 

She sunk to her knees in front of you, eye-level with your glistening wet pussy. 

“So…” she drawled, licking a stripe up your slit, collecting both her and your wetness on her tongue. “When were you gonna tell me you fucked Azriel?” 

At the same moment you uttered “what?” Mor plunged her tongue inside you, swirling around and suckling at your clit. You clawed at the table, wishing you had laid a tablecloth down so you’d have something to grip onto. You were still so, so sensitive but Mor was relentless as she toyed with your bundle of nerves. 

“I know you fucked him…” She mumbled against your hot core. 

You laid your head back in pleasure, unable to form any thoughts. Mor knew you liked a little overstimulation and the mating bond was amplifying it by one hundred.

“Was a long time ago…” You murmured. Utterly pussy-drunk. 

“Don’t care.” Mor said, plunging a finger inside you. “Should’ve told me. I almost broke his nose.” 

Some part of you deep down felt bad for Azriel but that part was trapped beneath an ocean of pleasure and right now, you’re not sure you could even remember what Azriel looked like. 

“Mmm…” You moaned, your clit twitching as Mor sucked on it. She added two fingers, pumping in and out of you faster than she did before. 

Mor brought you to the edge again and you could barely register her lifting you up and carrying you into the bathroom. You were so lost in your own pleasure and the feeling of your mate holding you that no other sensations even mattered. Your body simultaneously roared at you to fall asleep and to hop onto Mor’s lap and grind your pussy against hers over and over again. 

“Sleep, my love.” Mor said. 

You felt her easing the two of you into a hot bath, her keeping you tight against her chest.

“No.” You grumbled petulantly, though your eyes fluttered closed. She did wake you up awfully early and make you cum twice. Mating frenzy or no, you were exhausted. “Need to fuck you.” 

Mor giggled against your ear.

“We’ll have a lifetime of that, baby.” Mor ran her fingers up and down your arm, the sensation calming you and sending tiny tingles of pleasure to your brain. She was most definitely moving you into the river house once the frenzy was over. Or she could move in here with you. Or maybe you two would build a new property. You could design your dream home together. Whatever. Permanent decisions could wait until after your mating ceremony. Because you would be having a mating ceremony. A spectacular, classy, romantic affair. Candles everywhere and her whole family in attendance. All of fucking Velaris. She would marry you in front of anyone anywhere in the world. 

You nodded your affirmation and slumped against your mate as she took to washing you both with your nice smelling soaps. 

When you woke up, Mor would find your vibrator and make you come two more times with it. She loved getting you worked up because once it was her turn, you were relentless. You would pull orgasm after orgasm from her until she was in tears and screaming your name so loud, the cranky neighbors pounded on your door demanding you keep it down. 

“Tell me, mate.” Mor whispered as she shampooed your hair. “What flavor pie did you bake Azriel after he fucked you?” 

You hummed and pinched Mor’s thigh for fixating on silly things and pulling you out of your sleep. You and Azriel had a fling that lasted less than a winter season ten years ago and had only ever been casual friends since. It was nothing compared to what you felt for Mor. How pleasure overtook every cell in your body when you were together, even if all you were doing was sharing a turkey sandwich at a bistro down by the Sidra. 

If you peeked into your skull, it would be filled with images of Mor. Your lover, your best friend, your mate. She was your ending and your beginning. Nothing before or since matters. 

“Blueberry.” 

Mor nipped your ear and your moan signaled you liked that a little too much. Even as your eyes fluttered shut, you grabbed her hand and guided it to your center. You wanted her to make you cum one more time, just one more teeny tiny orgasm before you fall asleep. 

Mor massaged your wet, soapy breast with one hand while the other lazily circled your clit. She pressed hot kisses over your neck, occasionally licking and nipping the skin there too. 

“You’re only making cherry from now on.”

[torialefay]

17 with seungmin

Y/n and seungmin are a married and they act as strangers at a club to spice things up

🍷 I Want Your Lips🌪️

husband!seungmin x wife!reader (f) 🔞

✨ word count: 2.9k

✨ warnings: contains smut and crude language. minors dni

• It had been 3 years since you and Seungmin had gotten married.

• It was a beautiful ceremony- private, with only the people closest to you in attendance.

• Since then, things have been amazing. Doing life with Seungmin was a whirlwind of fun. But, like every long-term relationship, you eventually have to create the fun yourself.

• Which is why once the two of you were stuck in a rut, you took it upon yourself to bring up a new idea to Seungmin to help spice things up.

• It isn’t that you didn’t love him and the sex wasn’t great. You just wanted something… new.

• Which is why you were now situated on a bar stool by yourself at one of your favorite spots.

• This is where you had originally met Seungmin over 5 years ago and hit it off. What better way to feel connected again than to re-create the original fun night the two of you had?

• You looked around as you picked up your large glass of red wine, swirling it around. You weren’t sure when he’d show up, so you took your time, sitting patiently.

• The bartender had come to check on you and see if you needed a refill, to which you declined.

• “Just here for the wine, huh?” the bartender had asked with a wink.

• You could tell he was new. You’d never seen him before. And by the sheer brazenness in his voice, you could tell he was young too.

• “Haha, I guess. Just seeing where the night will take me,” you responded nonchalantly.

• “Oh really now? And where do you hope it takes you?”

• “Ahh, now that, I don’t know. Just enjoying some good wine for now is enough for me,” you smiled. You looked down the row of the bar. There were only a few other patrons on the very end. You silently hoped he wasn’t avoiding them on account of you.

• The bartender leaned down, coming closer to your face. “Well, I get off in 30 minutes. If you think the night could take you there,” he teased.

• You were a bit taken aback, but honestly, it felt nice to feel sexy like this. You didn’t get put together too often- you hadn’t been able to get out of the house like this for a couple of months. You had done your hair and makeup just the way Seungmin liked it- dark and smoldering. You made sure to put on one of your tightest dresses, which made sure you were completely covered, but your silhouette was perfectly outlined. You couldn’t exactly blame this guy for thinking you were up to something, heading to the bar alone.

• In that same moment, Seungmin came by to sit on the barstool next to you.

• “Mm-mm,” he cleared his throat, obviously trying to break up whatever conversation was going on between you and the bartender.

• The bartender just turned his head to the side, not bothering to leave from in front of your face.

• “Just one minute sir,” he replied back, sounding half-annoyed.

• “Like I was saying, I’ll be off soon. And between you and me, I know a better place to get wine than this place,” he smiled, sounding confident in himself.

• “Yeah, haha, I don’t really know about that… I guess I’ll-“ you didn’t really know how to respond, but luckily Seungmin cut you off.

• He brought his face down to where both of yours were resting, inserting himself into the conversation. “I’ll take an Old Fashioned,” he said, threateningly.

• The bartender lifted himself up, rolling his eyes. “Do you want to start a tab?”

• Seungmin shook his head ‘no.’

• The bar tender didn’t say anything more, just walked off a few feet to grab a glass.

• You let out a little giggle, not knowing if you should start talking to Seungmin right away.

• You swirled your wine around your glass agin, before taking a big swig. You decided to ignore him for a bit just to build the tension between you two.

• You looked around the bar, around the rest of the building, anywhere but at him. You knew it was driving him nuts, you looking all pretty just for him.

• “So… come here often?” You heard Seungmin blurt out.

• ‘So cheesy,’ you thought, a small smile forming on your face. You quickly hid it though, wanting to remain serious.

• “Ahh not too much. Just trying something different. Needed to get out,” you teased. “You?”

• “Not really… but then again, I don’t usually meet pretty girls like you when I come here,” he winked.

• You smiled again, this time not afraid, before taking the last sip of your wine.

• “Does that line usually work?” You laughed.

• “I’m not sure. You tell me. It’s the first time I’ve used it,” he scooted his bar stool closer to yours.

• “It might be working…. Tell me more about yourself,” you said giggling, leaning your body into him.

• Before he could respond, the bartender catapulted back, drink in hand. “Old Fashioned,” he slammed the drink down in front of Seungmin.

• “And now…” the bartender focused his attention back to you. “Where were we?” He smiled down at you. “How about a drink on the house? My treat.”

• “She’ll take another glass of wine,” Seungmin stared him down. The anger in his voice was evident. “And it’s on me,” he threatened the man.

• The bartender let out a huff and stepped back. “Whatever man,” he said, like he was giving up.

• “I hope that’s okay with you?” Seungmin asked, flirting.

• “Mmm, you know just what a girl likes.”

• “Yeah? I want to know more about what you like.”

• “Well…” you turned into him, letting the wine take over. You placed your hand on his thigh. “For one, I like guys who look like you.”

• “Mm… What else?”

• “I like guys who sound like you,” you giggled.

• “Oh really?”

• You began to lean in closer, teasing his limits. “I like guys who smell like you.”

• You brought your mouth next to his ear. “I like guys who look like they want me as badly as you do.”

• Seungmin cracked a small smile. He loved when you got like this. “Well if that’s the case, how about when we finish these drinks, you let me take you home and test that theory.”

• In that moment, the bartender came back, setting the glass of wine in front of you without looking or saying a word.

• “I’ll think about it,” you winked, taking a new sip of the sweet red.

• You and Seungmin conversed for about 30 minutes, throwing flirty remarks at each other and trying your best to keep up the act. One more glass of wine in and you were feeling great. Your husband— sorry, your “new friend”, just kept growing more and more attractive. You let yourself stare at his beautiful pump lips as he talked, not caring if he noticed. In fact, you wanted him to notice.

• “My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” he said teasingly.

• “Yeah well…” you leaned in as close to him as you could, “right now, I want your lips.”

• He leaned himself into you as well, bringing his mouth next to yours. All you wanted in that moment was for him to kiss you.

• Instead, he let out a low whisper. “Follow me.”

• He held his hand out for you to grab onto as you both slid off of the bar stools. You held his hand as he walked in front of you through the main room of the building. It was loud around you, and quite a few people had made their way in, so you clung tight to Seungmin to make sure you weren’t left behind.

• He led you all the way to the other side of the room and down a hallway. Finally, you saw a sign for the restroom.

• But not just any restroom. It says it was for staff.

• “I don’t think we can-“ you tried to warn before Seungmin cut you off.

• “Shh shh, it’s fine,” he winked and held onto the door handle, opening it and stepping inside, pulling you along.

• Before you knew it, your whole body was yanked inside of the room, door slammed and locked behind you, with you now pinned against the wall.

• “You’ve got to stop flirting with me like that,” Seungmin looked down at you while breathing heavily.

• “Like what?” You smiled and cocked your head to the side, moving your hands to lock behind his head and invite him into you.

• “Ughh,” he groaned, half-annoyed but half-smiling. He leaned in and finally let his lips connect to yours. He wasted no time in deepening the kiss, his mouth completely devouring yours within the first 20 seconds. He let his tongue freely roam your mouth as he felt yours try to swirl around as well. Before you knew it, both of you were having a competition to see who would be able to take control of the kiss, but eventually after pinning you down hard to the wall, Seungmin asserted himself into the role.

• He was biting your bottom lip relentlessly when you felt his hard on press against you, slowly at first. As he started to run his hands along your body, his bulge grew even bigger as he began to rut his hips into you. You let out a soft moan from the way he felt, so good and hard for you, holding you down to the wall with all of his strength.

• “We’ve got to hurry,” he growled. “Come here,” he said, not actually giving you time to walk. Instead, he more so just threw your body where he wanted it to be. Before you knew it, he had you bent over in front of the sink, dress pulled up, underwear down, with both hands behind your back so he could hold onto them.

• Seungmin quickly rubbed his tip along your lining, letting him get even more worked up from the wetness, before slowly but steadily pushing himself inside of you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him bottom out inside of you, letting out a deep breath.

• Seungmin was big, and obviously you knew that. But when he fucked you from behind, he always felt 10x bigger. You savored the stretch you felt.

• He held tight to your hands, which he had strategically placed behind your back so that you were slightly arched for him as he fucked into you. He began picking up speed steadily. Grunting lowly with every push, he knew exactly what he was doing to you. By your face’s reactions in the mirror, he knew he was hitting the right spot.

• As his strokes got faster and faster, you started to curse under your breath. “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”

• “Yeah? Is that what you like?” He said before pulling your body further back and starting to ram himself in as fast as he could. “You like it hard like this?” It sounded more like a growl coming out of him now. Something animalistic.

• You thought you were going to explode from the pressure and how good it felt. You felt your legs start to give out.

• “Mmm, yes,” you struggled to get out. “Just… just like that,” you panted, before letting out a small scream when he bucked his hips in particularly hard.

• It felt too good. You thought your head was going to start spinning.

• Suddenly, you heard a loud knock on the door.

• ‘Fuck,’ you thought, waiting for Seungmin to stop. But to your surprise, he didn’t. He didn’t let it phase him for one second. The look on his face of pure lust hadn’t been altered in the slightest.

• “Just a second!” he replied.

• In the same second, he hooked his arm around your throat and pulled you towards him to rest your back into his chest as he fucked you. He used his other hand to cover your mouth in case any other noises came out that weren’t supposed to.

• You watched Seungmin from the mirror and how his brows furrowed in as he kept bucking himself into you, seeing that he was feeling better and better with every stroke. You let out another moan as he hit the right spot even deeper, making him smush his hand into your face even more. But you didn’t care. You loved any pressure you could get.

• You were close. The excitement of the situation only added to it. You focused on the feeling of Seungmin stretching you out over and over. Not backing down. You savored the feeling of his arm around your neck, and how you were almost gasping for air. How his hand tasted while it was spayed across your mouth. And god did it feel so fucking good.

• “I’m going to cum,” he whispered lowly into your ear, letting out a moan himself. It sounded almost like a threat. “I feel you twitching around me,” he laughed. “Cum for me. Cum for me right now,” he smiled, now drilling back to back tough shots into you. You lost your breath entirely from it. You felt yourself start to tingle. Taking slow, steady breaths, you braced yourself.

• Suddenly, Seungmin secured his arm around your throat even tighter, choking you until you were red, then almost blue.

• His strokes now couldn’t get any faster. You felt your legs start to shake. “We have a crowd out there. I said cum for me. Right.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Now.” Thrust.

• With that, you felt Seungmin throb inside of you and let out a loud moan, not being able to quiet himself. You let the warmth inside wash over you as you began to convulse uncontrollably around him, making your legs want to instinctively close. Seungmin held you up, fucking into you until you could ride out your high.

• When he could tell that both of you had had enough, Seungmin slowed down and gradually pulled out of you, straightening himself up, and helping you tug your dress down as well.

• “Okay quick, act like you’re sick,” he whispered to you as he flushed the toilet and went to open the door.

• On the other side was the bartender you’d had previously, propping himself up against the wall.

• “Sorry, she’s not feeling well,” Seungmin said, making full eye contact with the man, while trying to lead you back out to the main area.

• “What a shame,” he replied before stopping you in front of him. “Why don’t you let me take care of you sweetheart?” He smiled as he eyed you up and down. “I’ll be good to you. I promise.”

• “She’s good,” Seungmin said, getting in his face to separate him from you.

• “I think she can speak for herself,” he said, brushing Seungmin off and going to reach for your hand.

• As he reached his arm out, Seungmin smacked it away with brutal force. “I said,” Seungmin stared into him, “she’s. good.”

• Seungmin grabbed your hand and swiftly guided you behind him so you could pass by the bartender, while still being behind him the whole time.

• “Woah dude,” the bartender started, not willing to back down now. “Do we have a problem?”

• “Yeah. Don’t touch my fucking wife.” Seungmin was red now. You could almost see steam coming out of his ears.

• “Your wife?” The bartender laughed. “We were hitting it off pretty well until you showed up, buddy…” He moved his eyes from Seungmin to now be on your face. “And between you and me, I think you’d have a much better time if you came with me, sweetheart,” he winked, taking a step to get closer to you.

• Seungmin instinctively reached his hand backward before swinging it up right into the side of the bartender’s jaw, knowing his face the opposite direction. The man turned just a little bit as he was taking in the punch.

• Without missing a beat, Seungmin swiftly grabbed your hand and darted off into the main room of the bar and out the front entrance. He held onto you for dear life, basically pulling you with him to flee the scene. It was raining out, and the two of you were getting drenched. But you didn’t care, you just wanted to make it back… without anyone getting arrested.

• As soon as you arrived to the car, you both looked back, but didn’t see anyone behind you. You started cackling and Seungmin quickly followed.

• “I can’t believe you did that,” you continued to laugh, hugging into Seungmin as the rain hit your face.

• “I can’t believe I did that either,” he grinned, taking you into a big hug, trying to block you from some of the rain.

• “My knight in shining armor,” you leaned your head up to give him a quick kiss.

• He rolled his eyes. “What kind of knight in shining armor fucks you in a bar’s staff restroom?”

• You looked at him teasingly, giving a little wink. “I don’t know, but mine does.”

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[veryberryjelly]

hi love!!! i love your writing. i wanted to request red wine🍷 with the alchemy by taylor swift and remus lupin! thanks so much lovely!🫶🏼

remus lupin x reader

lyrics ; ' So when I touch down, Call the amateurs and Cut 'em from the team '

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

long distance wasnt the easiest thing in the world.

but remus lupin made it worth it.

knowing he was waiting every time you returned home made your heart warm.

and with how long the two of you had been doing it, you had figured out how to make it work for you.

and making it work meant that when the two of you weren't together, you weren't exclusive.

but that simply meant you had other people warming your beds waiting for the only person you truly loved to come and take their place.

but recently you havent been happy.

you'd been missing remus immensely for the last couple of months and you couldnt go another day without seeing him.

so you dropped everything and booked a flight to london, the only thing on your mind the entire time being remus.

your feet carried you from the airport to his flat and only when you were stood outside with your hand ready to knock at the door did you consider what could go wrong.

he might not be here.

he might have another girl here.

it might be just another girl here and she would get a door slammed in her face.

you dropped your hand from the door, considering if maybe you should've called him, given him some time, but before you could turn to go, the door opened.

you held your breath, ready to be met with a girl a million times prettier than you that would make you question everything, but instead the sight calmed you.

remus.

your shoulders relaxed as you looked up at him, the shock on his face a priceless view.

neither of you said anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck, a few laugh escaping his lips before he pulled back, his hands grasping at the side of your face as if to make sure it was truly you.

" w-what are you doing here? you weren't supposed to come for another 3 weeks "

that was true, you had planned to visit in three weeks, but sitting at home thinking about it made it seem like too long.

" i missed you too much. i'm sorry i didnt call but i only booked the flight this morning, then i was packing and i was late to the airport and-" he cut you off with an almost desperate kiss to your lips.

" dont you dare ever apologise for coming to see me " he scolded, his lips brushing yours from how close he kept you.

you pressed another short kiss onto his lips before you pulled back fully, the smile on your lips not able to be contained anymore.

" you got any girls in there you need to flush out before i come in ?" you teased lightly, your gaze remaining on his hazel eyes.

" no girls here, lovely " he said, moving out of the way for you to come in.

he followed you inside, not leaving your side for a moment. he dragged you to his couch and you fell into his lap, your arms looping around his neck and his around your waist.

" missed you so much, dovey " he whispered but before he could say anything else to make you cry, you slotted your lips over his.

there set of the afternoon was spent with the two of you in each others arms, catching up on the few things you'd missed, including eachother.

by the time dinner rolled around, you ordered a takeaway and lounged on his couch with it and a movie.

it was only after the movie that you decided to address the issue that had been on your mind for weeks.

" i dont want to go back " you whispered, your gaze still focused on the now empty screen.

" what do you mean, gorgeous ?" he questioned, his head tilting down to look at you.

" i mean i don't want to go back. i dont want to get back on a plane and be thousands of miles away from you. i dont- i dont want to be away from you anymore. i hate it. i hate not waking up with you, i hate only being able to talk to you when the timezones align. i hate not having your stuff in my space. i- i d..i don " your sentences began stuttering out into cries, and the sobs came soon after.

remus' arms wrapped tightly around you, his hands stroking your hair lightly, whispering some of the most calming words you had ever heard.

it was only after your tears had ceased that he pulled away to look at you.

he lifted his hands to wipe under your eyes.

" don't go back " he said simply.

" what ?"

" don't go back. stay here. stay with me. move here. "

" rem- "

" i hate it when you're not here, baby. and i know it might seem selfish, but i dont think i can live without you anymore. if you want to go back home then i'm coming with you because i can't do it anymore either "

your hands lifted to his cheeks, leaning up to press a kiss onto his lips before rolling your lips together.

" i'm not going back. i want to stay here. with you. if you can make room for me "

" sweetheart, there's always room for you here " he replied earnestly.

" and tell your girls they can't come over here anymore. i don't want to come back one day to find a random girl in the kitchen " a soft laugh bubbled past your lips, in hopes of that coming off as a joke even if it was probably the thing you were most serious about.

" done. baby i don't want anyone else. no one ever set foot in here "

" not even sirius ?" you teased.

" okay maybe sirius set foot in here but after what he did to the kitchen he's never allowed in there again "

[drearycrow]

Helllo love your writing <3

can you do sfw prompt 3 for Chuuya? :D

🍷❣⊱〰︎〰︎ ʚ♥ɞ 〰︎〰︎⊰❣🍷

Notes: I'm glad you like my writing! I've been wanting to write Chuuya but I couldn't think of anything. I love the short king.

You were getting ready to go to a dinner reservation. Chuuya managed to get a table at a fancy restaurant you want for a while now. He used his connections to the Port Mafia to get into the restaurant. You finish getting ready and you go look for Chuuya. The smell of cigarette smoke wafts into the apartment. The glass door that leads to the balcony is open. You walk to the glass door to see Chuuya smoking a cigarette. "You ready doll?" He smiles when he looks at you. He is in complete awe at your beauty. He can feel it in his gut that tonight will be amazing. "Yeah I'm ready to go now. Let's go before we are late." You give him a kiss on the cheek before walking back into the penthouse. Chuuya throws his cigarette in the ash tray before going inside.

Both of you arrived on time to the dinner reservation. The restaurant itself was at the top floor of the building. Once you two got up there, the waiter walked you to your designated table. It had a beautiful view of Yokohama. It was a sea of shining city lights and you could see everything.

The waiter came by to take your orders and quickly went to the kitchen. It was silent until you spoke up. "The view up here is beautiful, I'm surprised you were able to get this table." Chuuya chuckled softly at your comment. "Doll, did you forget the connections I have? I had a 'small talk' with the owner and he gladly gave me the reservation. I want this to be a special night for both of us." He reaches out to hold your hand. His thumb gently rubs your hand and lifts it up to kiss the back of your hand.

The waiter comes back with your food and a bottle of red wine. He pours it in your cups. He bows and tells us to enjoy the food. You both eat in silence. Chuuya was nervous all day. All he kept thinking about was proposing to you tonight. It's been eating away at him for a month now. The right moment to propose was crucial for this to work. He can't fuck this up.

You take a sip of wine and glance at Chuuya. He was fiddling with something in his hand. You move forward to see what is in his hands and he quickly hides it. "Um are you alright?" You look at your boyfriend with slight concern. His snaps back to look at you. He quickly composes himself before speaking. "Oh yeah I'm fine, this wine is a bit strong..." Chuuya laughs awkwardly. You raised an eyebrow but you let it slide. The dinner was silent again. Neither of you said anything and continued to eat. You looked outside the window again to admire the view. "It's so beautiful." Chuuya looks out the window as well. "But not as beautiful as you, doll." Chuuya stood up from his seat and got on his knee. "My doll, will you marry me?" Your eyes widen when you see Chuuya knelt down holding a beautiful ring in his hand. "Yes of course I will marry you!" Chuuya smiles and he takes your hand. He puts the ring on your finger and admires how nice it looks on you. He can't wait to spend the rest of his life with you.

[uplatterme]

for @sh1-n0bu’s prompt thingy.

cw: blood 🍷, suggestive content, childe x gn!reader

a/n: i wanted to make this about gorou because he’s a literal dog and i thought that would be funny but a sentence in i was like, i cant be mean to gorou this is too hard 😭 so i changed it up to our ginger 🙏

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“you’re starting to piss me off, puppy.” childe felt his heart shrink when he heard those words come out of your mouth.

you’d never dismissed him like this whenever he asked you to spar. sure, it was evident you were annoyed each time but today was different.

“i’m…sorry?” he apologized, still second-guessing himself if that was the reply you were looking for.

childe tensed up as he heard the sound of glass breaking.

his eyes immediately focused on your fingers, now gashed due to the sharp pieces, your blood mixing with the wine that was previously carried in the glass.

you sighed, seeing as the files you’d been working on had been ruined. “get me another glass, will you?”

“got it, boss. should i also clean that up?” he easily obliged, walking to your table.

“go ahead.” you laid your back against your chair as you watched childe take off his glove to get started.

he bent his body before taking your hand gently, putting your fingers against his lips while eyeing you for approval.

childe opened his mouth, taking in two of your fingers as if they were candy. tasting blood and wine, swallowing both liquids as they melt within his mouth. he hummed as he felt the tip of your fingers to the back of his throat.

satisfied, he removed his mouth from your fingers, a trail of saliva following that dripped to the bottom of his chin.

he licked the side of your hand, enjoying every second of it, the alcohol getting to his head. he looked up at you, looking as disinterested as you were when you were signing papers.

you’re so mean, he wanted to say.

here he is doing so good to make up for his mistakes and you won’t even spare him a grin? god, he wished you’d take those long fingers of yours and bruise his neck with it.

childe could feel the space in his pants getting tighter. better yet, to bend him against your messy table, using those same fingers you choked him with and shove it inside his—

“that’s enough.” you stated, taking your hand forcefully and unknowingly hitting the side of his cheek, focusing on your work once more without even acknowledging his what he just did.

he touched the red mark on his skin, smiling as he talked to himself.

“you’re so mean to me, boss.”

[absoloutenonsense]

Coming October 31st…

When the Trouble Comes by nonsensedarling

Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson | 80k | Explicit

Official fic post is HERE.

The Queens Trafficking case is the biggest one of Louis’ FBI career so far; eleven reported missing girls all disappeared under a similar set of circumstances. Louis has done everything he can to try and solve this case over the last nine months... while also absolutely ruining his marriage. Harry has been co-host of Banter at Breakfast for five years now and finally has the opportunity to create his own radio show with the network. Unfortunately, it comes at a time where Harry's thoughts are consumed with his impending divorce from his (caring, loving, infuriatingly thoughtful) husband of eight years. Harry and Louis have both been willing to lose themselves in their work… but are they willing to lose each other?

Or a story of (almost) exes-to-lovers.

Chapters will post on Tuesdays of each week, starting on October 31st (20 chapters in total).

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Snippet under the cut:

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With a copy of the case file in his backpack, Louis sticks his key in the door, unlocks it, and steps inside, trying to be as quiet as he can because he knows at this time of night, Harry will definitely be asleep.

Except when he shuts the door, he sees the living room light bleeding out into the hallway, a shadow moving back and forth. There’s the sound of footsteps – lots of them, very quickly. Louis stares at the light and for a brief moment panics that he’s walked into their apartment to find Harry with someone else.

He hears light murmurs. Louis leans forward, feet frozen but his ears straining, until he recognizes the murmurs as Harry singing. Louis sighs in relief. Harry isn’t with someone else. He’s singing and probably dancing in the living room, maybe with his headphones in, which is why he hasn’t stopped or popped his head out between the doorframe when Louis opened the door.

Louis isn’t going to look in. He’s going to walk right past the doorway and head straight to the guest bedroom and review the file again, and then go to sleep so he can meet Perrie early in the morning.

He isn’t going to look in.

He really doesn’t mean to look in. A motion pulls his attention in his peripheral vision and his head turns without him realizing it, then his whole body stops moving.

Harry is dancing, wireless earbuds in and a glass of deep red wine in his right hand. There’s a pink tint to his cheeks, which tells Louis that the one in his hand is at least his third. He’s wearing just his boxer briefs and one of Louis’ hoodies.

Well, it was technically Harry’s hoodie originally. It’s heather grey, worn in to just the perfect amount of softness with a faded Greenbay Packers logo on the front. The first time Louis stayed over at Harry’s, he got cold just before they were going to bed. Harry took the sweatshirt from where it was draped over the top of the closet door and passed it to him.

When Louis pulled it on… he can’t really explain it, but there, in Harry’s dreadfully small room in his four-roommate apartment, wearing a hoodie that smelled exactly like him (like he’d been wearing it all day, soaked in the scent of his shampoo and body lotion and fabric softener)... Louis had the same feeling he got when he first visited New York when he was a kid. Like he was home. Harry had agreed. “Looks better on you then it ever has on me,” he’d said with a smirk. And from then on, it was Louis’ hoodie. Harry never tried to take it back.

So the fact that his husband is wearing it now makes Louis feel all sorts of things. Before he has even a second to figure out what any one of them is, Harry opens his eyes.

“Shit fucking Christ,” he exclaims, opening his hand automatically. It’s like Louis watches in slow motion as the glass falls and breaks, shattering in so many different directions. He pulls his earbuds out quickly. “Hell, Louis, you scared the shit out of me!” he scolds.

Harry rises up onto his tiptoes, and Louis’ hand immediately goes out in front of him in a stop gesture.

“Don’t, don’t move,” Louis says. “Stay there.”

He turns quickly towards the kitchen, throwing his backpack somewhere off to the side as he rushes to grab the dustpan and broom, as well as the roll of paper towels.

“I’m coming, stay still,” Louis shouts as he starts jogging back.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he puts one paper towel down to soak up the wine there, then balls it up so he can sweep away the shards. He does the same as he works his way towards Harry’s feet.

There’s red wine all over his toes, that’s got to be uncomfortable. Louis grabs one of the paper towels and goes to dab his feet to wipe it off.

“Stop,” Harry says. He sounds angry.

Louis glances up and sees that he looks angry. He holds his hands up in a surrendering motion, not wanting to upset him anymore.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well don’t,” Harry spits out.

He stands up slowly. Louis doesn’t know if he’s ever seen Harry this angry with him. Even the time Louis accidentally threw out his favorite pair of boots it wasn’t like this. Louis isn’t prepared for this bitterness coming from his husband, and he didn’t think divorce brought on something like that when it wasn’t there before, at least not before they’d even filed the paperwork.

[xxventiswindblumexx]

Venti/Barbatos x follower fem reader!

Much like my Smut Soulmate I was nervous for this release since I mainly have scara Simps on here but since they're posting I'm posting! We post together 🥺❤👫

Here's to good fan fiction! 🍷

@hitomisuzuya

⚠Warnings⚠:God complex,superiority kink, corruption, venti being himself, pervert stuff, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of Alcohol because ya know venti.

Barbatos, the Archon of Freedom, holder of the Ameno Vision and the weakest Archon according to those who do not live in Mondstadt. It doesn't matter what they say however, to you he is all you need, to believe in, to love, to feel protected. You're a nun in the Favonius Cathedral, ever since you were young you've dedicated your life to preserve, protect and to teach everything Barbatos was about.

You lived among another named Barbara, she's the Deaconess, she is older but not by much. However you've noticed she's been neglecting her dutys, only slightly not something an average person would notice. She seems to be infatuated with the Traveller, sure he is interesting but he didn't peek your interest as much as a certain bard that seemed to follow him occasionally. Unaware of the bards true identity of course you tried to stray from temptation, barely speaking to him unless he speaks first which surprisingly happens often.

The bard known as Venti often runs right up to you first thing whenever the traveller enters the church. You of course speak to him, after all even with your crush on the male it would be rather rude and ungodly to ignore him, not that you would want to anyways.

The bard often talks about anything that comes on his mind it seems, things such as if you tried wine or if you really lived in the church all day and night. Yes you've tried wine, only communal wine however, nothing compared to what the bard had drank in his nights at the winery. How do you know? He often came to the church doors late at night crying out to see you in his drunken state, slurring words and being very touchy. You of course always opened the doors as it was your job to help those in need and even with his constant self destructive habits, he's still someone who needs help. It's unknown rather the bard had a home or family so he usually slept in a pew on those nights, and on the other times he isn't drunk you aren't sure where he goes, though the traveller assures you he's fine.

Today was like many others, quiet and peaceful as you could see the sun's rays shining in through the large windows and the sound of the wind blowing gently outside. That morning Barbara informed you that she would be out for the next week, it was rather strange, she's never left the church that long, however she assured you it was just to spend time with family, with her older sister Jean. So you would be alone to care for the Cathedral which wasn't too hard, not a whole lot happens really.

Around noon the traveller came to the church asking for Barbara, you unfortunately had to inform the man that she was out for a week. He took it well and decided to leave however his bard friend seemed to not notice. After Aether left Venti as usual ran to you and started off on his usual conversations.

"So Y/N, are you really alone for a week? Like by yourself? I can imagine it'll be sooo lonely huh" He said in a slight teasing voice as you was both sat at a pew. "Yes, I'll be on my own however I have all I need for company, the winds Lord Barbatos bestowed upon the city is enough company and comfort" You replied knowing he was probably going to try to stay around, in a fantasy sure you would like him to stay.. and maybe do other th- No! You cannot think this way, this is sinful and will distract you from your purpose. Shaking her head some as you cleared your thoughts you noticed Venti as leaning over, his hand reaching up to your face, you move away some "What are you doing Venti?"you asked with a sigh as he giggled " your face is all red, what could be going through your mind? Nothing dirty I hope~! " he teased as you didn't notice. In embarrassment you stood up sighing "Venti I must ask you to leave as I need to clean the pews and return to my duties, maybe another time we can chat about something related to the church" you said to him with a bit of sass as he only smirked as he got up "Oh sure, I'll definitely be coming back to talk about Lord Barbatos~" he teased before leaving.

Later that night as you was already settled into your bed in the back of the Cathedral you started to close your eyes when you heard the all too familiar sound of someone knocking and banging against the large doors of the church. You thought about not even bothering with it being that your alone but after a few minutes the banging continued along with faint whining, sighing you got up in your silk robes and headed towards the front. You wore white beautiful sleeping robes, no they weren't see through, at least not unless gotten wet but if you remember correctly it's not supposed to rain so no worried right?

Just before you get to the door you hear a loud thunder strike! You looked at the windows and noticed the very heavy downpour, just as you were going to grumble about your outfit you heard the banging and ran to the door, almost forgot he was out there.

Unlocking and opening the large doors you see Venti, crumbled onto the stairs, his clothes soaking wet as he looked up at you pitifully "Y/N~ you took sooo long to get the door today... I'm all wet now.. " he whined, you couldn't help but to feel bad for the boy. After all it doesn't rain often here and definitely never stormed this bad in awhile. You reach down to help him up but only to pull you into the rain too. Great just what you needed, not even thinking on how translucent your outfit must be you're more focused on getting the drunken bard inside, helping him up and inside the church, the doors closing behind you. It's then now that you're soaking wet you noticed how cold the main Hall with the pews get at night, you decided he couldn't sleep here, he would catch a cold or worse. You walk him to the back where your room was, of course you couldn't sleep in the same bed so you where already thinking on taking Barbaras room, she wouldn't mind.

You set him down and start looking in your dresser for something wearable for him, of course after you already given him a towel to at least warm up with.

However the whole time you're digging through your clothes you could feel his eyes staring at you, almost forgetting your what used to be a pretty silk nightgown is now see through thanks to the rain. "Can you not stare so hard Venti? I'm trying to find something for you to wear" you say, not able to look at him in embarrassment.

He shakes his head a smile tugging on his lips as he leans in closer "No, it's just that you're so adorable.. you know that don't you? I'd love to hold you in my arms" the bard slurred as he was right up against you, you could feel his chest, did.. did he take his wet clothes off already??

You turn to face him to see he was only in boxers, your eyes couldn't help but betray you, looking at his body and especially the ever growing tent in his underwear.

"V-Venti! Why are yo-" Before you could argue he placed a finger over your lips, his eyes glowed as marking appeared on to his body, it was then when you could see him for who he was, as Lord Barbatos.

"Didn't I tell you earlier? I would come back to talk, of course it would be a bit selfish since it is about me~" He giggled as he was pressed against you, you could feel him poking you, these feelings of arousal was familiar but not all too familiar, yes you had a life of abstinence but you're human and of course would have those thoughts occasionally.

"Speechless? Not surprising, after all you are meeting the very Archon you've been worshiping all your life, tell me Y/N, do you want to please your Archon? To be my little follower? " he said with lust laced heavily in his voice. His tone was soft but filled with desire and want, you wanted him to kiss you so bad right now.

"L-Lord Barbatos... " you mumbled unable to form words, he let out a low groan at the name, it's been ages since he's been called by his true name, it only serves to intensify his lust. "Yes call me that more, your Lord, your Archon~" his soft lips crashing into yours, his hands was quick to pull the wet nightgown off, he didn't want you to get a cold now would he?

Your body felt hot to his touch, you felt sparks go off in your body whenever his hands moved across them, yet you didn't resist it, why should you? He is your Archon, all these years serving him, unaware he was always there, in plain sight.

He pushed you onto the bed, hovering over you, he is so pretty, his eyes.. his glowing tattoos, his face and everything, he truly was an Archon, your Archon.

You shiver under his gaze as you felt himself moving his mouth against your collarbone, your head feeling dizzy as he bites you harshly as you whimper slightly. A soft moan leaves your lips as he moves lower kissing and sucking on your neck, you gasp a bit in surprise, his hands wander over your body as he presses his chest against yours and you both feel heat spread through your bodies, a small whimper escaping your lips as his hands continue their path downwards, to your core.

It doesn't take long for him to find what he was looking for, his hands begin to push your hips upwards, wanting to feel the sensation of skin on skin between the two of you, you whimper once more, feeling a small nip on your neck as he begins to suck on it, you feel yourself arching your back as he continues to work his magic on you, you feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter, you could feel your legs shaking as you tried to keep yourself still, you could feel his fingers slipping inside you to feel the warmth inside you, it was exciting. Moaning out his name and whimpering for more "Ssshhh... I knew you'd like this~, just give me a moment, my muse" he said as his kisses made their way to your stomach, moving up your torso slowly. You moan quietly, your hands gripping his hair gently as your body trembles uncontrollably.

His slender fingers made quick work of you, it didn't take long for you get close already, moaning, whimpering and begging "My Lord, Barbatos please~! " but of course just before you could release he slipped his fingers out, giggling. He's still the same bard you met, a teasing man.

Before you could retaliate you felt his member press into you, whining as tears flowed, the Archon sympathized with you, whiping your tears as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear as he pushed further until he was fully into you.

As he began to move, it wasn't the pain that shocked you so much as the pleasure that made you tremble and let out moans, it was intoxicating really, the sensation was so overwhelming, he thrust harder as he held you tighter as you bucked underneath him, crying out as you gripped his shoulders, you couldn't seem to hold yourself still anymore, a mixture of pleasure and pain mixed inside you as his member went deeper and deeper.

You gasped, gasping loudly as you cried out from the pleasure, he grunted as he held your body firmly against his own.

"Won't you be my lover? My pretty little wife? The woman that'll bring the next Archon into this world~? " He said as his thrusts was harsh against your hips, groans left his lips as he gotten close.

"Beg for me, beg to be filled with my love, to be mine~" he groaned out as his eyes seemed to glow brighter.

"P-please Lord Barbatos, please f-fill me up! " Was all you could say before reaching your climax as well as his own, pushing himself deeper into you, everything happened so fast, he seemed to glow so bright, you fainted from all the stimulation.

.......

Your eyes fluttered open hearing the winds softly blow against the church, you felt sore before remembering last night, shooting up in bed quickly aching and regretting it as you held your stomach some. You noticed you're alone in your room, no sign of the bard.

You get up to get dressed and looked into your mirror to see all the markings, hickeys, bites and.. is that an Ameno mark? On her neck was a glowing mark for the Ameno Archon.

After getting dressed and cleaning up you opened the doors to the church for the regulars to come in, and not to surprising a certain bard was sitting on the stairs with his Lyre, singing a song of love.

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Mimzy Redesign🐤

Made my own take on Mimzy for fun! Something I’ve always loved with her design is her body type! I also love her dress having film tape on her dress to connect her being a Hollywood gal.

For my take, instead of being a chicken which I read she was suppose to be vaguely based on, I went with a canary! As they’re known for their great singing voices🐤 Plus it would make her whole rivalry with Husk like Tweedy and Sylvester🤣🤣🤣

For her colors I’d deepened her pink to a more plum color as that was a popular color for flappers and looks glamorous(also read it can make u look younger and I imagine she’d want to look young) I can imagine she’s someone self conscious about that. Plus plums close to wine like colors which would also connect her a bit to Alastor who has red 🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷

Also added gold, a gray vintage vibe. Since she’s a canary, but also to show how she’s from a time that was considered, “the Golden Age of America” and also give off her being a woman who enjoys the golden glamour of the Hollywood lifestyle🎞️🎥⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Made her jewelry more a dark gold and added egg shaped beads for the bird theme 🥚

I read for 20’s hair, it was closer to the head so I made it more like a bob which was a popular look back then! Here’s a pick of Colleen Moore, a popular Hollywood actress and flapper girl!

Gave her a feather boa. For the bird and Hollywood glam vibe!

Also added straps on her dress.

Gave her more of a torso and neck. I’ll be honest, I’ve always been more attached to her Concept Design.

Added a film reel on her head decoration to go with the film tape on her dress 🎥 🎞️

What do u think? How would u design Mimzy? I’d love to know💖

[reidsaurora]

happy 1k!!!! 🥳🍾

Can I please order a sauvignon blanc 🍷 (<-pretend this is wine wine) of Spencer Reid x bau!reader with 12. “Just shut up and kiss me" ?

Backstory- they are in the first few weeks of dating after being best friends for forever and them overcoming the awkwardness of that transition?

Thank you bestie 😘

"You Give Me Butterflies" ~ S. Reid

Summary: a cute lil blurb about Spencer and Reader's first kiss :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader (i think, i don't think any pronouns were used LOL i can't remember)

Word Count: 711

Content Warning: mentions of food, a small mention of throwing up but like as a comparison (?), no use of YN!

Genre: awkward Fluff <3

Extra Notes: yes the title is from Butterflies by Kacey Musgraves 🫡

Based On the Prompt: "Just shut up and kiss me."

Originally Written: 01/31/2023 through 02/03/2023

Beta Read By: @lukeclvez

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ofwilliamandwalter's 1K cocktail party

🍸 Spencer's Sauvignon Blanc - send me a character + prompt and i'll write you a small blurb!

"Is this OK?" Spencer asked quietly, his fingers freshly entwined with mine.

I giggled. "What? You holding my hand or you taking me out for sushi for our first official date?"

His cheeks blushed crimson, a tone to match the wrapper of the chopsticks he'd been fiddling with since we sat down. "Both."

I gave him a small smile, but nodded. "It's perfect."

The waiter appeared, one menu in hand. "My apologies. It's a very busy night. This was the only menu I could find," he said, a nervous sigh settling on his tongue.

Spencer blushed even darker at this, avoiding eye contact with both me and the waiter.

After taking our drink order, the waiter left us alone once again. I stood, sliding myself into Spencer's side of the booth. "Is this OK?" I said, a giggle nearly falling from my tongue.

He simply nodded, turning his attention to the menu and away from me. His breathing became heavy as he looked over the menu, something it had been doing a lot since he finally told me he liked me.

The rest of the date went similarly to this, the two of us making awkward small talk until our food arrived, eating in a silence that was almost as awkward as the small talk, and quite frankly, an even more awkward walk around the park near my apartment.

It wasn't until the last five minutes of our walk that I finally convinced him to lace his fingers between mine again, his breath shaky at the sensation.

We continued the walk back to my apartment in silence, though this time, it was a much more comfortable silence.

"So, this is your building," he said, looking down at his shoes as he removed his hand from mine.

"Yep," I answered, popping the p a little harder than I'd meant to.

"It's a very nice building. Much nicer than my old, run-down building. I'm surprised the elevator hasn't broken down on my ride up to my apartment," he uttered, an expression on his face that announced he was being betrayed by his lips.

We both stayed silent for a beat, until he mentioned, "But you already knew that because you've visited my apartment before."

"Spencer-"

"Is it- is it hot out here or is it just me?" he asked, adjusting his scarf. "The temperature was supposed to be 65° tonight but I'm still extremely hot. Are you hot?" His eyes widened. "I-I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you are hot. Not hot but pretty. Oh, my God-"

"Spencer, will you please just shut up and kiss me goodnight?" I asked.

His cheeks went red, a maroon shade almost as red as the lipstick I wore, a color that was twice as dark as his cheeks had been earlier. "Are you sure?"

I placed both my hands on either side of his face, pulling him toward me. "Yes, I'm sure." And with that, our lips met, a sensation that not even a romance novel could ever describe.

He pulled away first, those hazel eyes expanding so wide, I wasn't sure they wouldn't reach his hairline. "I'm sorry."

I chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Why are you sorry?"

"Ever since I realized I like you, I get this weird feeling in my stomach. It's kinda like I wanna throw up. Not in a bad way! In an exciting way. Sorta like when you're in line for a roller-coaster. Not that I've ever done that because roller-coasters scare me. Anyway, it makes my hands shake and I get all sweaty. That's gross. Anyway-"

"Spencer, what you're experiencing is called butterflies."

"What?" he asked, his brows furrowing.

"You've got butterflies in your tummy."

"Butterflies don't just appear in your stomach. That's not scientifically possi-"

"Spencer Reid, you have butterflies in your tummy. Would you like me to make them go away?"

"I don't under-"

I cut him off with another kiss, his breath hitching as my hands moved back to his face. Once again, he pulled away first, his cheeks heating up yet again.

He scratched at the base of his neck, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Can you do it again? I'm not sure it fully worked."

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[["Sepandarmazgan"🍷]]

(King baldwin iv x reader)

Warning: none

[Jerusalem - 1182]

(King baldwin iv pov) :

her fingers are praying constantly with rosary, sitting alone my dear y/n. The sun has set. These are the minutes when angels accompany humans and I am her companion as well. The boundaries between reality and fantasy disappears.

I was watching this peaceful show in silence, suddenly I was drawn to another world, I listened to my intuition. I saw y/n's state in later years. she was older, thin and sad, but she was sitting on my place with more splendor and majesty. she looked majestically at the sight of Jerusalem, but there was an incurable pain in her heart. she endured my absence like a wound.

It was at that moment that I realized two things: firstly, y/n will grow old in this palace and stay in Jerusalem for the rest of her life, and secondly, the pain that will arise after I leave, will not go away from her.

(Y/n ' pov) :

His voice separated me from the other world.: "Y/n? Are you okay? You look weak."

I hardly smiled, but the unsaid words were like a big stone hanging from my neck like a heavy necklace. My voice was hoarse.

"Honestly, I'm not feeling very well. I'm very thirsty, but there's nothing in this palace to quench my thirst."

"Then I will call Raymond here," said the king. "they will give you whatever you desire."

"No, I don't. What I need cannot be found in this palace. It's in the pub!i just want to faint tonight."

Despite the fact that the silver prison covered his damaged face, concern was still visible in his bloodshot eyes. I thought he was confused.

Y/n: "This jar can only be filled in the pub."

"You want me to buy some wine?..." The pious king cut me off decisively.

"I know that im too bold for someone who ask to the king of this holy land such a things, but can I make one more request?"

:" go on".

:"When you go to the pub, don't pick up the jar in a hurry and don't run away. Warm up there a little. Talk to the people there. I'll wait for you here. You don't have to rush."

. Baldwin looked at my face, there was both rebellion and anxiety in his eyes. At that moment, I remembered that red-haired boy in Damascus who wanted to be my friend. He was thinking so far about what others think about him, unfortunately he didn't get a chance to drown in the sea of spirituality and love for God. Will he be willing to give up at least a little bit of his authority and power till the end of the night?

But Baldwin, after a moment's hesitation, stood up, nodded his head, and said, "I have never been to a tavern, nor put a drop of wine in my mouth. But I trust you completely. Because I believe that you would not ask such a thing of me for nothing. There must be a truth that you want to show me. For your sake, my dearest, I'll go where you said. I will take that wine and bring it for you. Even if It will be difficult for me and gives damage to my reputation."

After a short goodbye, accompanied by Raymond, they started to leave the palace...

As soon as they were far away from the gate, I closed my eyes and thanked God for putting such a pure man in my path. He is a raging river that does not stop and his arms are open and welcoming to any people. Always curious to discover.

I wish that until the last moment of his life, he will not wake up from the intoxication of divine love...

(To be continued...)

Thanks for reading 📚 if you like to know what happens in part 2, just leave a comment down here. ♡

[cosmic-ghost-hermit]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 To celebrate here is a romantic relationship reading for yall! Be aware that these are read with queer people in mind. ALSO THIS IS AN 18+ READING. If you are younger than 18 please do not interact. THANK YOU. Love is love baby and I will not tolerate hatred here. Take what resonates and leave the rest behind, my friends. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎🤍🩵🩷

PILE 1

Crystal: Green Aventurine

Astrology: Cancer, Leo, Capricorn

Character: Keroppi

Song: Red Wine Supernova by Chappel Roan/ SUNRISE by MICHELLE

Vibes: 💚❤️🍷🧝👒🪖🍒🐸🥀🍄🍏🍉🍑🐛🪲🐢🐍🍎🦖🦎🪴🥊🚗🌴🎍🍀🍃🎋🪷🍓🌶️🍝🥒🥑🥬🫑🥦🫛🌹🥗🧃

Ribbit! Hiiiii pile one <3 I see you really think this person is cool. You have so much fun with them. The most fun you have had with someone in a while. The seggs is absolutely amazing with them. They can go hard and long just like you like it. They like to try new stuff with you too. New toys and new positions are brought up everytime you guys get together. I also see they are excellent dirty-talker. You are starstruck by him. This connection is awesome but I think it might be a shorter connection than you like. They want intimacy with you and they want to be your friend. From your perspective you think they want more than that. Make sure you are on the same page with this person on what they want and make sure that what you want matches with them. When I say that I mean really honestly on the same page. You can’t change yourself for them. Don’t ignore your feelings just to make them happy. You might need more romance than they can offer. If they can’t provide the romance or reliability you need then the connection you have with him doesn’t have to be severed but it does need reevaluation. Just understand it won’t go any farther than friends with benefits. Don’t ask him to change either. Both of you deserve love in the ways you need it. He needs less romance than you do but that doesn’t make your needs less important. You can always stay friends or keep a friends-with-benefits thing going until you find a partner that can give you the romantic energy you need. I do see them being weirdly jealous sometimes though. That is not them telling you they have feelings for you. They're just territorial about who they fuck with. They have very animalistic energy. Which is why I implore you to have conversations about how you both feel regularly just to make sure yall stay on the same page. I wish you luck on your sexellent sexapades, my friend. 💙🩵🤍💚💙

PILE 2

Crystal: Carnelian

Astrology: Sagittarius, Pisces

Character: Hello Kitty

Song: I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by Disney / Rocket Ship by Nep

Vibes: 🦑🦞🦊🐞🍁🔥☄️🍑🍊🍅🥕🥧🌭🍕🏀🏈⛹🏽‍♀️🥉🚀⛺️🏺🧱🧡💛💥🥻🧑‍🦰🎃🥵🤯📳📙💊🏮🌇⛱️⛵️

Hello, kitty! Welcome to your reading pile two. You are waiting on this person. They are getting their head figured out. I see they are in therapy. They do have feelings for you right now buuut they just don’t realize it yet. Once they realize it though. Oh. My. Goodness. It will be MAGICAL. Ya just gotta be patient with them okay? I see you are extremely practical so you probably aren’t the type to sleep around or keep things casual. You want a future with this person. I see some of ya’ll reading have been in a relationship with this person for a while but they haven’t really been taking it seriously. Some of you have just been texting with this person and are unofficial. Don’t worry. Let them take the time they need to figure out their feelings. I see you both have a lot of feminine energy and remember feminine energy is still, so it might take your future spouse some time to figure out how much you make them happy. They don’t seem very intune with their feelings lmao. Once you are official? You will be ICONIC. People might be jealous of what you will have with them so it is so worth the wait, my friend. You’ll have matching everything by the way. You might already do that by accident with them. Matching clothes, matching shoes, matching tattoos, matching bags, matching water bottles like it is going to be pinterest worthy relationship goals. You might also say a lot of stuff at the same time by accident too. Wow. Yall are so cool I can’t stand it. I hope they figure out their feelings for you soon so you can get to slaying. ❤️🧡🤍💗🩷

PILE 3

Crystal: Angelite

Astrology: Aquarius, Scorpio

Character: Cinnamoroll

Song: Poison by Sam Haft

Vibes: 🩵🥺🩷😇💛🖤🎀✏️💎🚬😭🧠⛓️🧞‍♀️💑🧳✈️🥃🍯🛼🧊😱❄️🕳️💣⛈️🪷🦩🦋🪱🤡🐝🩱👻⚔️👑👛👚😰🔭🪬🧿

Bark Bark!! Hello, pile threee! Gonna be for real for a sec. You are kind of a mess and this reading is pretty hard to hear. I see you are stuck in a relationship with someone. Luckily this reading isn’t about that partner. They can go suck eggs for all I care. They turned you into this mess. You apologize to them when they hurt YOUR feelings. That’s ick. Why do they gotta make you do that, huh? They make you pretend to be someone you arent! Anywho you should leave them. Like seriously leave them. I know it’s scary! I PROMISE DUDE. I know from personal experience. Leave. As soon as you leave. This new person will come in after a couple months. You might thiiink the person you’re with right now is your twin flame. That is not true dude. There is this term called a false twin flame. I had to go through that whole process too. It is not fun. The reason you are going through this is because you canNOT stick around this ASSHOLE just because you are afraid of being alone! Cutting off the dead rose will allow another rose to bloom. You have tried to fix the mess of a partner you are with. It hasn’t worked. You can’t make someone better who doesn’t want to be better. Yeah I said it! They don’t want to get better! That's why they refuse to do therapy. That's why they won’t change for you. I learned this a while ago. Some people just like to hurt. They like to be the victim. However, there is good news. You can leave. Take your power back and you will be rewarded with the rainbow after the storm. You are an angel and you deserve another angel. You will get one, sweetpea. The nicest angel they have. When you meet them you will know it is them because they will be wearing SO much BLUE. They're a hopeless romantic just like you, hun. They’ll worship you and the ground you walk on. So much you won’t know what to do. You might cry when you realize they aren’t gonna hurt you the way you are currently being hurt. Baby, I’m really begging you to trust the universe will send you the best reward for doing right by you. I know you can do it. You are so much more than how your current person makes you feel. 🩷💛🩵/🖤💛🤍💜

PILE 4

Crystal: Iolite

Astrology: Aries, Taurus, Libra

Character: Kuromi

Song: Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl by Chappel Roan/ Short Skirt-Long Jacket by Jet

Vibes: 💜🖤☕️💛🔮🧬🎆🎼🎹♟️📒🏵️🔌🥇🍆💻🍇🍙🐈‍⬛🦮🕷️🕶️👽👾😈🔪🦹💅🏽👯🗝️✒️💣

>:3 HI, PILE FOUR! I have the best news my friend! THIS READING IS SO INTERSTELLAR! The emperor and the empress ruling together! The emperor in this reading is a lil scared though. Understandable to be honest. He has been burned real bad in the past. He doesn’t have to worry anymore. All the painful relationships are behind him. He can relax into this connection. The empress is this reading is loyal, fair and very protective. When I say fair I do mean both definitions. She is Just and also drop dead gorgeous. She might be kind of scary at times but she loves the emperor and would beat up anyone who messed with him. She wears a lot of alternative fashion. She seems goth to me but it could also be punk rock or emo. She likes to garden and she has a cat. I imagine the cat's name is “shadow” or something? I see the emperor wearing alternative fashion as well but softer styles like cottagecore or clowncore. He is also quite stubborn. He is so headstrong about stuff because he had been a pushover for a long time and now he refuses to be pushed around. I dunno if they're both trans but since it's pride month I’m gonna say they're both transgender. 🏳️‍⚧️ I see you meeting the other in a park or bumping into each other at pride. There is nothing to fear with this connection. It is balanced, loving and you motivate each other deeply to go after what you both desire most. OH ALSO your seggs life will be AMAAAAAZING cus you are both switches. You also both listen to each other's needs when in the bedroom. I am so happy for the both of you. You deserve each other. 🩵🩷🤍🩷🩵

PILE 5

Crystal: Citrine

Astrology: Gemini, Virgo, Sagittarius

Character: My Melody

Song: Too Sweet by Hozier

Vibes: 💝😜🙀👄💑👙⚜️🔐👛👑🐱🐙🌷🌸🔔🌼💐☀️🍌🍉🎟️🥎🩰💰⚱️🔑🎊🎀🛍️📣🐌

:3c Hi pile 5! Welcome to this reading! When I was pulling cards for today's reading I very much decided to do a fifth pile last minute. Which leads me to believe you don't see the love interest as a possibility right now. You think they are out of your league and you are trying soooo hard not to pine over them. I'm going to try to give you a clue of who this is because I see it being kind of hard for you to accept it when you figure it out. I hear you saying “Noooooo it couldn’t be them!” and yet they still linger on your mind. You think about them a lot. They are quite stoic and don’t really wear their emotions on their sleeves. This is the opposite of you. You refer to them as your Moon to your Sun. They could be any water sign (cancer, pisces, scorpio). They like to wear patterned clothes with really small patterns. You can't quite tell what they are until you get up close. This might be on purpose cus they like it when you are close to them hehe. From your perspective they seem really responsible and well off. Sometimes you compare yourself to them and it makes you feel like you aren’t doing stuff right. I promise you are doing things right by the way. You just have more on your plate than your future partner does. I see you have a lot of trauma you have been working through on top of the regular everyday stuff. When you are with them you feel complete and whole. They fill in the spaces that you struggle keeping balanced on your own. I see you playing video games or board games together. So cute ^w^! However I see they probably are in a situationship right now. Someone is leading them on and they have been for a while. Someone kind of corvid like keeps them occupied and it’s been harder and harder to see them as often as you used to. That situationship won’t last. If you want to intervene on it, I see that is a possibility that might help you get closer with them. Ask them about their love life and be curious. Just remember to play the long game when approaching them about this corvid-like person. The corvid is playing the short game. Slow and steady wins the race. 🩷💜💙

[lizzy-doll-thefoxy]

Wine red 🍷

Blood alert and gore!

Come and learn the story of Nicolas and Ginny...Nicolas was separated from his childhood friends and had to move from the kingdom and go to the kingdom of nature

And Ginny remained in the old kingdom, being forced to marry the king as an adult. The king showed her to be a great scoundrel, mistreating her and killing people for no reason.

They both went through horrible things Nicolas was unjustly condemned and Ginny, after losing a very close friend because of the king's jealousy, once decided that she was going to escape that hell with William and Justin, years later she went to get water and near a tree she saw someone strange and injured, she didn't know who it was, but from the necklace he was wearing she immediately knew that it was her old friend...She and William and Lucy

They were thieves they couldn't trust anyone, Ginny was a fugitive and William a traitor they were going to die, Ginny decided to rescue her childhood friend and they became a trio again But as time went by, Nicolas and Ginny ended up getting closer and closer...

Note: finally after almost 1 week here is wine red enjoy :'3!

[meiko3323]

47. Zhongli

Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember… But where are those who share the memory? 🍷 i wanna try osmanthus wine, but i havent been able to find any around here. i hope its not a red, i dont usually like those, also dry wine makes me gag. i prefer sweet and fruity white wines :3 (partaking in some rn~) just 3 characters away from finishing this! 😸

[dmitriene]

— escape to love.

 ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌«all i ever wanted, all i ever needed»  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌  ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌ ᠌᠌ ᠌«is here in my arms»

summary: Luis was often absent due to his stay in the laboratory or could not find time to go somewhere together, but at last you both were able to go out for a picnic. content: luis serra x gn reader tags: pure fluff, comfort, lot's of kisses and warm hugs, pet names. author's note: my first very short and luis include work, hope you will like it! enjoy your reading, cariño) 🍷

Luis worked tirelessly in the lab, devoting most of his time to research as a biologist, however this weekend was different, he managed to free up his schedule and was determined to make the most of it, the sun was already setting when he went with you on the long awaited adventure, his heart was pounding with anticipation, as if with childish delight.

The two of you found yourself in an idyllic clearing, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the soothing whisper of nature, scarlet cloth was spread on the ground, creating the perfect setting for a romantic picnic, Luis's warm brown eyes sparkled when he looked at you, and his lips curved into a soft smile.

You sat between his legs, pressing your back against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, enveloping you in a light tart scent of perfume and something vaguely reminiscent of grapefruit, his touch was soothing, a reminder that you were here together, away from requirements of everyday life, Luis brought with him all sorts of picnic goodies — delicate finger sandwiches, fresh fruits, and a selection of cheeses that salivated and made all other thoughts fade into the background.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, coloring the sky with orange and pink shades of dull rays, Luis reached for a bottle of wine, pouring the thick red liquid into two glasses, his movements were leisurely and graceful, handing you one of the patterned glasses, he raised his own, his voice sounded warm when he murmured — «A toast to us and to this moment of escape»

You clinked your glass with his, the soft clinking of crystal on crystal filled the air, the wine was exquisite but pale in comparison to the company you shared it with, Luis's fingers touched yours as you took a sip, his touch sent a slight shiver down your spine, the air around was filled with a sense of serenity and anticipation of the unspoken words that hung between the two of you.

Luis's fingers played with a strand of your hair as he leaned in, his lips touched your ear and his voice was a warm whisper as he spoke, his words laced with a teasing tone — «You know, it's good that i managed to escape from the lab for this»

A soft laugh escaped your lips, your heart fluttered at his words as you turned to face him, the corners of your lips curved into a playful smirk — «Oh, really? And what other privileges do i grant you, Mr.Serra?»

Luis's smirk matched yours, his gaze was gentle as he purred — «Well, for starters, the privilege of stealing kisses whenever i want» and with that he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, long kiss that was filled with all the unspoken words, all the longing and love that had accumulated over time.

The kiss was followed by a warm hug, Luis held you close like he never wanted to let go, his fingers traced soothing circles on your back, the rhythm of his touch was like a lullaby that cleared any remaining traces of stress or anxiety, the world seemed to disappear leaving just the two of you and the bond you shared.

As the stars began to twinkle in the darkening canvas of the sky, Louis reached for a piece of chocolate from the assortment of treats, handing it to you with a smirk, his voice gentle as he said — «Try it, it's like a little piece of heaven»

You took the chocolate from him, savoring the rich taste that burst on your tongue, your gaze slowly met his and a mischievous light flashed in your eyes — «You know, you're a little charming, Luis Serra»

He chuckled as his fingers playfully tapped the tip of your nose — «Only a little?»

Your laughter filled the air, the sound mingled with the soft rustling of the leaves, Luis's arms wrapped around you again, holding you close as you gazed up at the stars above, the night was calm, the perfect canvas for the solace you found in each other's presence.

The silence was broken by the voice of Luis, his words sounded sincere — «I've wanted this for so long, just a moment of peace and connection with you, mi amorcito»

You turned to look at him, your eyes filled with tenderness — «That's what i wanted too, Luis, moments like this remind me why it's worth fighting for the time we spend together»

He nodded in agreement and his lips met yours again, this time the kiss was softer, promising all the moments that lie ahead for the two of you, Luis's fingers tangled in your hair, his touch at once gentle and possessive, a silent recognition that he cherishes every second spent with you.

As the night deepened, the temperature dropped a little, Luis reached for a soft blanket to cover you both, you snuggled into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you as you watched the stars continue their twinkling dance.

Luis's voice was a low murmur, his caressing Spanish nicknames rolling off his tongue into a melody that made your heart race — «Mi amor, you bring so much light into my life, i'm grateful for every moment with you»

With a contented sigh, you pressed even closer to him, the sound of his heartbeat soothing, a rhythm that matched your own, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you and your shared connection.

So, under the canvas of the starry sky, you and Luis found comfort in each other's arms, this night was filled with tender kisses, common laughter and the simple joy of being together and near.

It was a moment frozen in time, a memory that will forever remain in your shared hearts — a reminder that even in the chaos of life, there is always love and connection to be found, waiting to be embraced by a loved one.

translate: mi amorcito - my sweetheart / mi amor - my love

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[desertfangs]

Valenfangs - Day 5 - Red Wine

🍷Red Wine 🍷

Daniel/Marius - Mature - 2733 words

Daniel stops in a wine bar to stare down a glass of red. Marius, worried he's out so late, comes to find him and ensure he's okay.

This is mostly fluff and banter with some kissing and light vampire murder, and Daniel having some lingering angst about his madness.

This is obviously for the Valenfangs prompt "Red Wine."

Short Excerpt:

Daniel sat at the back of the wine bar on a hard wooden bench that had been carved into the wall, with tables arranged very few feet. A glass of red wine sat in front of him, untouched. It smelled of fruity with the acerbic tinge of alcohol. He was sure it had a slight bite to its flavor. He tried to remember the taste of red wine. He could almost conjure the flavor in his mind, but it felt distant, like trying to remember the details of a dream. Wine had never been his drink of choice, but he’d enjoyed it with meals, particularly steak. 

Now, of course, he had only one preferred vintage. The waitress came by to check on him and he smiled, forcing himself not to stare at her neck, not to listen to the flow of blood in her veins that made his mouth water.

When she left, he relaxed. He needed to hunt, but he’d stumbled in here out of some strange need to hold a glass of wine, smell it, and be close to it. Such a strange desire and yet he could not let the urge go. 

It scared him a little, truth be told. Inescapable urges, no matter how reasonable, were a hallmark of his madness. He’d come out of it but little things like this could be seen as a sign he wasn’t completely recovered. Or it was just a strange burst of nostalgia. Daniel had always been impulsive.

Daniel was surprised to se Marius approaching his table. He was tall and slender, wearing a button up shirt and slacks. His long blond hair was tied back into a ponytail, making him look a bit like an art professor. The paint under his fingernails added to the impression.

Marius sat across from him. The waitress scurried over, her blood so aromatic Daniel held the bench while she took Marius’ order, and only let go when she’d gone. His veins tightened with need. He was pushing it again, pushing himself. He used to enjoy pushing his hunger late into the night, but these days, given his recent issues, doing so could be risky. 

And yet he loved how tantalizing the smell of blood was when he got this hungry, the way his veins constricted in his body as they cried out for that welcome relief of blood flowing through them again.

“Nice place,” Marius said, looking around. The wall to the left had a carving of grapes on a barrel etched into the wood. 

Daniel shrugged. It was fine. A classy wine bar that served bottles in all price ranges and a variety of tapas. The kind of place he might have gone as a mortal with Armand, to try different vintages while Armand rooted through his thoughts, trying to pick out the different flavors. His stomach flipped at the memory of his maker. He wondered what Armand was doing right now, back in New York City, which was lousy with places like this. 

The waitress brought Marius’ wine—a crisp white—and left. He smelled it, smiled, and set the glass down.

“What brought you here?” 

Daniel didn’t really know. “Seemed inviting.” 

Marius laughed. “So it does. Though it would be better with a nice roaring fire.” 

Daniel gave him a look. “It’s eighty degrees outside.” 

“It would still add to the atmosphere,” Marius said.