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kokorokai · 2 years ago
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Gift Exchange Hestus 2022
this is for you, @between-star.
I'll go straight to the point...I love your fanarts and you are one of my favorite artists in the fandom which is why I'm anxious to show you mine 😂 I hope you are not disappointed...
Love you, and Happy New Year!
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ikemenlibrary · 1 year ago
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Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange Masterlist
Thank you to everyone who chose to participate in this event and helped make it a success! Everyone is so talented, and I am in awe of all of you <3 Going through all your pieces have been truly enjoyable and I've loved every minute of it!
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Prove It To Me | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for xxsycamore
They Say Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | Nokto Klein x Emma (MC) | by @xxsycamore for nightghoul381
Unaccepted Together | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for scummy-writes
Autumn Daze | Gilbert Von Obsidian x MC | by @scummy-writes for daegupaksu
A Starry Tryst (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @daegupaksu for drachonia
Sea at Sunrise (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x MC | by @drachonia for nightghoul381
Bookmarked Dialogue | Keith Howell x Julie (OC) | by @ikemenlibrary for queengiuliettafirstlady
The Gentle Stag Rewrites The Stars | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for ridiculouslly-ridiculous
Princess Picnic Pick Me Up | Rio Ortiz, Clavis Lelouch, Silvio Ricci, Gilbert Von Obsidian, MC | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for misty-moth
Peter Clavis and the Lost Boys (Artwork) | Clavis Lelouch, Nokto Klein, Luke Randolph | by @misty-moth for pondlilies00
Take a Rest (Artwork) | Sariel Noir x MC | by @pondlilies00 for alydra (bluejay-writes)
This is fine. | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @bluejay-writes for randonauticrap
Ember Glows the Heart | Leon Dompteur x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for myonlyjknight
A Clavish Day Off | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @myonlyjknight for claviscollections
Petrichor | Yves Kloss x MC/Reader | by @claviscollections for pillowpillowillow
The Voyager Prince (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci | by @pillowpillowillo for aquilapolariz
In Business, In Life | Silvio Ricci x Hyacinth (OC) | by @aquilapolariz for tacogawa
La Belle et la Bête (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x MC | by @tacogawa for kokorokai
The Tyrant's New Wife (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x Airin D'Avalos (OC) | by @kokorokai for airin-queenz
Chilly Morning's Date | Licht Klein x MC | by @airin-queenz for ikemenlibrary
Read to Me | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @ikeromantic for aquagirl1978
What Was I Made For | Gilbert Von Obsidian x Rosemary (OC) | by @aquagirl1978 for prisoniclover
Return | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @prisoniclover for chirp-a-chirp
Cat-astrophe | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @chirp-a-chirp (with art by @aide-falls) for katriniac (ohtomatotome)
Getting There is Half the Fun | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for violettduchess
Practical Magic | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for ikeromantic
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ohtomatotome · 10 months ago
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It's You. You're My Kink.
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Recipient: @kokorokai as part of the ‘My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary
Characters: (Ikemen Prince) Clavis Lelouch and MC/Emma. Established relationship
Recipient’s Request: 🌶 NSFW content with a dominant Clavis
Premise: He knows she knows his weakness is alcohol and his fetish is her thighs.  But he doesn't know her weaknesses, fetishes, kinks, or fantasies. It's time to force some sexy secrets out of his lovely lover. Written from Clavis’s PoV.
Content Tags: consensual, soft dom, cunnilingus, sensory play, blindfold, light bondage/restraints, ropes, temperature play, spanking/impact play, anal toys, dildo, vibrators, ball gag, orgasm control, edging, begging, praise.
Word count: 7,500
Author's Notes are at the end of the story.
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TITLE: It's You. You're My Kink.
Emma unwrapped the gift box and took out a skein of lavender shibari rope and leather wrist restraints. There was a pause as she held them in her hands before giving me a dubious glance. 
Oh? Already wary, are we? Heh, heh.
“I’d make a guess that you are inviting me to be your ‘lovely accomplice’ in setting up traps, but … Clavis, this … is not your usual rope for traps. And this.” She dangled the cuff from her fingers, “isn’t usually part of your traps, either. I’d hope, anyway?!?” A strained giggle, paired with her eyebrows pulled up together in confusion made an exquisite reaction.
Ah, well, let me spell it out so she’s not taken unawares when the fun begins tomorrow.
“What’s that? You say you would love to enjoy some alone time with your handsome prince? And you give your consent for some kinky fun? Oh, Emma, I’m so happy you decided to accept my invitation!” 
I noticed her eyes widened at the mention of ‘kinky’. Oh ho. 
My meaningful gaze bore down on her and I gave her my most wicked smirk.
“Oh! Oh, that’s what this is about? Clavis, your ruses and … gifts always make me second-guess myself. At first I thought it had to do with something sexy, but that’s not usually your style to be so obvious, so I was stumped.” This time, Emma’s giggle was adorably genuine.
The smirk still firmly in place, I waited a moment for her to continue. For her to give the answer I was certain of. For her to say ‘yes’.
But she only just looked at me, mild amusement on her face and nothing else coming out of her pretty mouth. 
Well.
I cleared my throat, “Aaaaand, my lovely lover? What is your answer? Do you give me your consent to try all manner of delicious deviant deeds this weekend?”
At this, her perfect cheeks turned a ripe shade of strawberry pink. 
Hm, yes that’s more like it.
She asked, “...all manner? Like what?”
Just as I was about to open my mouth and give her a most ambiguous answer, she hurriedly spoke again.
“Nevermind! I don’t think I want to know ahead of time. I trust you. Yes, darling, you have my consent for … kinky things.” Her hesitation towards the end came with downcast eyes and even redder cheeks. 
Excellent, excellent.
I clapped my hands once in triumph, crowing, “Wonderful! You can leave all the travel preparations to me. All you need to do is pack your own bag.”
I leaned forward so my face filled her view, and pitched my voice lower and with seriousness, without a trace of my usual flamboyance, “Listen closely.” 
She stiffened at this unfamiliar tone, curious eyes never once leaving mine.  
“This is what you will pack: 4 pairs of panties and bras, your most comfortable robe, and the new corset you will find in your bottom dresser drawer. That is all. You don’t need anything else to wear on this trip. Nod if you understand.”
Emma hesitated, looking as if she had a question to ask, but then nodded. A timid smile was creeping across her lips. 
I wanted very much to kiss it off her face, and then keep kissing her until we were both breathless. 
Instead, I kept my composure and merely said, “Good girl. Be ready to go in the morning. Good night, and sweet dreams. I love you.”
After a kiss to her forehead – mm-hmm, her hair smelled heavenly – I stood up to leave. 
“Uh- um, good night, darling. I love you, too.” 
I closed the door and inhaled deeply. Why did no one warn me that practicing dominance meant that you also were to be exercising extreme self-control on yourself?? Augh! 
I had seen a heated glimmer in her eyes, something I’m sure was not there before I gave her her packing orders. 
Good. Good. 
The experiment was off to a smashing start. I had intended to begin the kink level low, even before we reached my manor. This first part was intended to dictate her actions. By commanding what she must pack, my words and presence would continue to be with her as she is packing. She’ll be thinking about me all night and morning, long before she even sees me in the carriage. Every time she looks at her suitcase, she’ll be reminded of my strong tone of voice.
I wonder if she liked that experience tonight?
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Emma liked it. Liked it very, very much. She sat on the sofa for a good long while, savoring the intimidating and arousing aura that Clavis had directed at her. It was so new!
When she finally pulled out the corset he had mentioned, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t a pretty lace and satin thing of lingerie. It was leather, well-stitched and expertly made for durability and comfort. It was an elegant shade of lilac, with an almost pearlescent sheen. Beautiful, actually. There were buckles and straps, metal eyelets and rings attached at various places that had nothing to do with the closures. 
Now that she looked at it with a critical eye, the row of three black and gold straps across the front mimicked Clavis’s short uniform coat. She bit back a chuckle at her fiance's audacity before setting to work with packing only the essentials he had mentioned, all the while her imagination filled with images of him.
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“Stand here. Don’t move from this spot.”
We had reached my manor without incident, and I immediately went to work on my experiment to discover Emma’s hidden kinks. I removed my white overcoat, boots, and scabbard, placing them on the bench by the bedroom door. Watching her as I loosened the buttons of my lilac jacket and returned in a slow stroll, I noticed she was clutching nervously at her skirt. But she never took a step.
“Should I take off my clothes, too?” Her question was touched with anxiety.
“No,” I cooed, “You only need to do what I tell you to. For right now, place your feet a little further apart so you have better balance. Yes, like that. Well done.”
I delivered my praise with a light caress to her temple. I was pleased to see the glow of warmth was back in her exquisite eyes. My bunny must be liking this already. I wonder what is going on inside that brilliant mind of hers right now?
I slid the dark violet cravat off my collar and stepped around behind her.  Silently, I tied it around her head as a blindfold. Only when I was certain it was secure and she couldn’t see, did I lean in close to her ear to whisper huskily, “First: a little sensory deprivation to heighten your other senses.” 
She flinched at my nearness, but relaxed soon enough. Next it was time for the wrist cuffs. These were a thing of beauty, crafted by the same skilled leather worker who built Emma’s custom corset. They were made of white leather with padding on the inside and edges, adjustable buckle, and reinforced D-rings. Expertly designed to my specifications.
I gracefully slid my palm down from her shoulder to her wrist, stopping there to encircle her delicate wrist within my thumb and forefinger. Just a moment, just long enough to give her a hint of what was coming. I put one cuff on that wrist, tightening the strap until it was almost flush to her skin. “Tell me: Is that too tight?”
She shook her head. I saw it, but this wouldn’t do. Had she forgotten already? 
I tapped her lips with my gloved finger. “Use your words, darling. You must answer out loud when I ask you a question. Now try again: Is this too tight?”
“No. …sir.” The second word was added with apprehension, as if she wasn’t sure she should use the term or not. 
Sir? 
Hm. I certainly didn’t order her to call me that. Had she read such things in her romance novels? I didn’t want her thinking of those fictional men when I’m right here. Hm. Hmmmm. No. No, I didn’t like it. She needed to call me by my name, dammit.
I held her chin with my thumb to get her attention. “Listen closely: You are to call me Clavis. Not ‘sir’, not ‘master’, not anything else. Do you understand?” 
“Yes, Clavis,” her answer was confident now. 
Good. Very good. 
I let go of her chin and put on the other wrist cuff, then snapped the rings of both cuffs together so her hands were bound in the front. She still would have the use of her hands. The object of the cuffs was to give her a small taste of being restrained while I tease the rest of her body.
The next thing was a ball gag. I had made sure to choose the most breathable, most comfortable one intended for beginners. Despite those precautions, I was still worried she might find this item repulsive. Positioning it in front of her mouth, but still an inch away, I warned her, “I have something to put in your mouth. It’s meant to stay there and keep you from talking. If you don’t like how it feels, use the non-verbal sign on tapping me twice to remove it. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Clavis.” My lovely fiance opened her mouth obediently. 
Such a glorious sight. I wanted to fall to my knees and weep with joy. 
But no. No. I must continue to be the one in control. 
The Dom. 
Right. Back to work.
I set the ball inside her mouth, ordering her to bite down slightly to hold it while I fastened the strap on the side of her head. I waited a moment while watching her face for any signs of discomfort or revulsion. There came none. Just placid trust and patience. 
Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma. Well done. Very good. You're being so good for me.
This deserved a reward … which just happened to also be a test. I stepped close to her side, my chest touching her shoulder. My arms encircled her waist to hold her upright as my mouth came a hair-breadth away from her ear. I sighed softly, letting the warm air waft before I assaulted the shell of the ear with kisses, toothy nibbles, and noisy sucking. I didn’t let up until she was fully squirming and seemed unsteady on her feet. But not once did she safe-tap me to stop.
“Ah, your ear is so sensitive now, hm?” I whispered before flicking my tongue out to tickle her ear lobe. 
She jerked her head away in surprise, but my arms kept her balanced. I chuckled breathily as her face relaxed and leaned towards me once again. I kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and the side of her neck. 
Emma’s muted breathing grew heavier the lower my lips went. Where her blouse collar began I sucked and nipped to leave a splendid mark. I admired it a moment before moving my hands; one to grip the hair at the base of her neck, the other to slowly snake across her stomach and down, traveling over the waistband of her skirt. 
I could feel her quiver under my touch, but still she stayed in place. Oh, I’m so proud of you, my sweetest. My hand fisted in her luscious tresses and pulled gently back and to the side so as to expose more of her pure neck to me. I gave a quick peck to the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her neck again, this time focusing on the erogenous zone where the neck meets the shoulder. 
Meanwhile, my other hand continued its journey downward over the beautiful swell of her abdomen, palming her pelvic mound. I pushed the tips of my fingers into the crevice at the apex of her thighs. This earned a shudder from her and a gasp muffled by the ball gag.
So delightful. So trusting. So mine. I love her more than words can say. 
I glided my hand upwards to her bound wrists, holding them. My other hand had let go of her hair to settle at the small of her back. 
Humming my approval, I pressed a little kiss to her cheek, “You did so well, darling. Such a good girl for me. Now, let’s make you more comfortable, hm?”
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After removing the gag, cuffs, and blindfold, I led her to sit on the edge of the bed. She was flushed, but her eyes were bright with delight and curiosity as I knelt in front of her. My hands rubbed back and forth across the tops of her thighs, ruching up the fabric of her skirt.
“Tell me: How did you like the blindfold? The gag? The wrist cuffs?”
Each question was delivered with as calm a voice as I could muster, even though I was bursting at the seams with excitement to know if anything had her galloping with arousal.
She paused before answering, as if she wasn’t expecting to be reviewed on her experience. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.
“Come, come. I’m not looking for an in-depth analysis. Just let me know if any one thing in particular stood out as a favorite.”
Recognition lit her face, as if she had just come up with an answer. As she took a breath to reply, I began unbuttoning her blouse. This action stopped her before any words came out. 
Heh, heh. I LOVE to keep her on her toes!
“Don’t mind me, darling. Simply multi-tasking while you talk. Go ahead, now. You were about to say the part you liked the best?” I flashed her an innocent smile, and began to kiss the notch of her throat, eager to keep kissing the skin I exposed while I continued unbuttoning.
She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but spoke anyway, “I liked it when you gave me orders.”
I was in the process of leaning in to kiss the swell of her breast when this admission caught me by surprise.
Ah! 
Darling… ah, my lovely lover. Now it is YOU who have shocked me. Of all the kinky equipment, it was the commands that turned you on the most? 
I smiled into her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, earning a responsive jolt and gasp from her. Oh, does she even know how much that answer pleases me?
I pulled away and nodded as sedately as I could, trying not to show how much her reply affected me. “Hm, I see. Thank you for the feedback, dearest. Now, let us continue the experiment, shall we?”
She quirked her eyebrow once more, but I offered no explanation as I finished undressing her and ordered her to lie face-down on the bed. I ran a knuckle lightly over her shoulder blades, murmuring “good girl” as she got comfortable. 
The second set of implements were intended to expose her to various temperatures and sensations. I was most interested in the last part of this section: impact play. Would my bunny enjoy being spanked, I wonder?
Over the next few minutes, I subjected her unblemished skin to an ice cube melting over the curve of her buttocks, melted wax dripped down her spine, feathers tickling her rib cage, softest cashmere rubbing up the backs of her creamy thighs, and rubberized mitts dagging over her hips. All the while, I gave her orders to either be silent, or be vocal. To either keep still or to wriggle and writhe. 
During the use of the equipment, one of the commands I gave her was to “respond as honestly as you can, however you wish.” 
And what was her adorable answer? “No, please, Clavis. Tell me what to do, what to say. Please?”
I couldn’t help but grin broadly at that, glad she could not see how thrilled I was at her plea. Of course I never let her know my joy. Instead, I bent down so my lips were next to her ear, and she twitched from hearing my threatening tone so close to her, “What’s this? Disobedience? Are you telling me what to do?”
She was quick to shake her head, uttering “Nuh-uh. No. I just … I, um… Sorry? I’ll do my best.”
I straightened up and patted her head proudly. “That’s a good girl.”
It was so cute seeing this new side of her! It seemed as if she was truly enjoying herself in this role. 
We continued, eventually getting to the impact play portion. I propped her hips up on several pillows so her gorgeous ass was raised high, perfectly poised for my hand. 
I noticed a slight glistening of liquid at the lips between her legs. 
Hm. Nice. I hadn’t even touched her there yet. 
I hadn’t warned her what was coming next. As I was rummaging through my case for the leather paddle, she ventured a timid question, “Clavis? Are you going to fuck me now? Is that why you stacked all these pillows under me?”
“So soon? Oh, no. Not yet, my lovely. Before we can get to that, we have so many more experiments to try.” I saturated my voice with wicked pleasure.
Her head dropped to the mattress, letting out a groan of immense disappointment. 
I chuckled, “Oh, don’t sound so discouraged. I thought you were having fun. But …” I paused, inflecting my next words with dramatic self-pity, “... if you’re getting annoyed with me and wish to stop and go back to your books, I’ll understand.”
Emma snorted with amusement. I could sense the frustrated eye-roll she was giving me. “No. ….Ugh, no. Don’t – “ she huffed, pausing a second as if she needed to recollect her submissive act. “PLEASE don’t stop, Clavis. Please?”
I was more than happy to oblige her eager entreaty. She was scrumptious when she acted like this: wanton for me to fill her, but pliant enough to go along with my schemes. I was rock-hard already, my already tight white pants made all the tighter.
“Mm-hm, you asked so nicely. I suppose I could continue.” I rested my gloved hand on her soft bottom, to hint at what was coming. “This next part may be a little intense, darling. So please remember to use the safe-word if you need me to stop. Okay?”
She meekly answered, “Yes, Clavis, I understand.”
“That’s my girl.” I began slowly tapping her butt cheeks lightly, alternating randomly between sides. Then increased the tempo. Then the force, just a bit. 
Her ass was slightly pink. Like a peach. Mmmm… so juicy, I could take a bite of that velvety flesh. Fuuuuuck, I want her now.
No.
Not yet.
I removed my gloves and ran my hands soothingly over the skin, reveling in the warmth and softness, trying to rein myself in.
She hadn’t made a sound until my bare palm met her skin – that’s when Emma gave a happy fluttering sigh, like the releasing of doves. 
Oh, my sparkling jewel. My beautiful bride-to-be. My everything. How can one exhale from you do such things to my soul?
I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back, aiming for the next series of spankings. Each got progressively harder and closer to her center, near her lips. Droplets of clear nectar dotted the pillows beneath her. It coated my hand more and more as I slapped her pussy. But still she only moaned. She gave no signs of pain or reaching her limit. Marvelous.
I stopped to wipe my sticky hand on a towel, rewarding her with a low-pitched “You’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll need you to count each spank, okay? Can you do that for me?”
There was an immediate nod and “Yes, Clavis!”
Again, my domineering posing was protected by her not seeing the big smile I wore. Honestly, I don’t think she had ever been this complaint before. And she seemed so happy to be in this role!
I decided to leave that pondering for a later time, as there was a perky red ass waiting to be slapped right now. I picked up the paddle, and slowly sounded out several hits to the globe of her cheeks, sweeping upwards to channel the force away. She counted as each one turned her skin darker, making it glow with heat. 
I stopped my motions, using the cashmere to soothe her inflamed ass and offer a change in sensation. 
“Very, very good, dearest.” I picked up an ice cube as I asked, “Now, time for more feedback. Which of these experiences did you like best?”
As if to remind her of where we started, I slid the ice over her buttocks to cool them down. She gasped and shrieked almost in the same breath, jerking her hips at the cold sensation. I kept the ice moving quickly, so as to disperse as much healing coolness as possible. It melted within seconds. 
God, her cheeks were red and taut like a ripe plum. She looked good enough to eat.
Ah … That was an excellent idea. 
It might be slightly ahead of schedule, but I needed to do SOMETHING to clean up that rivulet running down her inner thigh before it completely drenched the pillows.
She hadn’t answered my question yet.
Hm.
I knelt on the bed behind her and between her legs, gently spreading her thighs with my hands, getting ready to tease her entrance with my tongue as soon as she started speaking.
“Tsk, tsk, I asked a question. You need to answer. Now.”
Emma began, “Well, I re–EEEE! Ah, mmmm!”
I had lapped ravenously at her juices, rejoicing at the lewd sounds it made. And at her own vocal additions, too, of course. I loved her squeals, her moans, her gasps, her groans. 
I pulled away just long enough to give her a warning, the hungry growl in my voice not intentional, “Answer, Emma,” before diving back in to finish cleaning her up. 
I could get drunk on how she tasted, how she smelled. The musky fragrance filled my lungs. How much longer could I hold out before needing to have her?
She managed to eek out a few words, no semblance of formal sentence structure to be found. Something along the lines of, “Commands. You, your touch. With orderssss. ….f-force me. Love spanking. Pleeeeease, please…. More, more control.” 
Those were the words I was able to make out between the whines.
Hm.
She wants to be controlled more? That fit well into my next set of plans.
I petted her hair fondly as I gave her time to come down from the stimulation. “Very well, my lovely fiance. You’ve done so well for me. I think you’re liking this, aren’t you?”
She turned her head my way and dared a glance up. I knelt next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to see me. Her face was beet-red, eyes moist and dreamy, a sleepy smile on her lips. She had caught her breath by now.
“I am. Oh, I am, Clavis. But …” She bit her lip, eyes sliding away from mine.
I knew that look. I LOVED that look. She wanted something, but was feeling foolish for asking. I wanted to pull the truth out of her. Tease it gently, unravel it thread by thread until her innermost wishes were laid bare, safe and vulnerable in my hands.
I began to stroke her hair again, and her eyelids immediately fell shut in contentment. Soft as a summer breeze, I asked “But what, my love? You must tell me, or I’ll never know.”
Her relaxed features twisted suddenly in annoyance, eyes no longer moony but now flashing with sparks. I stopped petting her, doing my best to keep a look of total innocence on my face.
Of course I knew what she wanted.
I wanted it, too.
But not yet.
…Not. Yet.
“Clavis. I want you to make love to me. You already know; I said it before. Please? Don’t … don’t make me ask for it again.”
“Ohhhh, that. Hm,” my tone was non-committal, teasing. I leaned in to kiss her temple, smiling where she couldn’t see me. “Don't worry, I will satisfy you completely. In due time, in due time. But before that can happen, there are just a few more experiences I need you to have, and then review.”
I was being an absolute villain. I was pushing the bounds of her patience. 
Would she angrily stomp out of here, cursing my name? 
Or would she remain, but grow sullen and cold to my touches?
A plaintive whine left her throat, surprising me. Emma's gaze smoldered, the fiery frustration giving way to a simmering desire. And there was something else in her face … was it uncertainty? She reached out to grip my wrist, a silent request. 
What was this about? Was she unwell after all? For a moment, my mask slipped. Concern pinched my brows. My voice was naked, forgetting to dress up in neither dominance nor feigned innocence, “Emma? Are you really okay with continuing?”
She must have sensed my seriousness, because she squeezed my wrist in reassurance before letting go as she nodded. “Yes, truly. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I only whined because … because I am so SO ready for you, and I don’t want to wait any longer. But most of all, I don’t want to beg. And it … it feels like you are pushing me to the brink in hopes of making me beg, like I’m some dog,” her pretty mouth turned down in disgust, “Is that what you are doing? Please, be honest, just this once, no tricks. What is your aim in all these sexy experiments?”
Ah.
So this is something new I have learned about her. Fascinating.
“Sweetest. Darling. I admit I am trying to find out your limits for certain things, but not the boundary you’d cross for begging. My aim, hm? I promise I’ll tell you when all the tests are done. So you keep your pleas unspoken, I do not want you to beg. I only want your honest reactions. I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”
“Promise? I feel like you’re teasing me much more than usual.” A pout began to form on her luscious lips. 
“I promise.” I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and pressed another kiss to her temple before standing up. “Now, let’s have you sit up so I can put one little thing on you before you lie on your back.”
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My goodness, what a glorious sight. 
Was there any man on this earth as lucky as me, to be blessed with seeing his lovely lover trussed up, spread out, and waiting in complete trust? I stood back to take in the full view, and swallowed hard. 
I had taken great delight in lacing her up in the custom-made corset, seeing the leather pulling taut against her breasts. Her wrists were back in the cuffs, attached to the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee, pulled back as far to her torso as was comfortable, and then bound in that position with the lavender rope. Her other leg was restrained at a similar angle in a white leather straps to match her cuffs (a gentleman makes sure his lady’s accessories always match), clipped to the rings in the side of her corset. 
It was an uncoordinated sort of look, more slap-dash than I had originally planned. Also, I was irked at not getting to try out the nipple clamps, but they wouldn’t work at the same time as having her wear the corset. 
Was I rushing the schedule? 
Perhaps.
Was I loading up all the implements and toys in one go, instead of one at a time like I had originally planned?
Maybe.
Was it because I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread?
Yes.
Yes, absolutely.
I had been straining at the front of my trousers so tightly that I decided to remove them and everything else I was wearing.
“Comfortable, darling?” I asked as I walked around to the head of the bed once more. Emma eyed my erection greedily, licking her lips. 
But she only said, “Yes, Clavis.” 
Her voice was sweetly obedient. The sound of it made me proud enough to crow from the rooftops.
“Then let’s begin our last set of experiences. You asked for me to be even more controlling, so that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Don’t forget to use the safe-word if you need to. Do keep in mind that I will be asking for feedback. So try to keep track of how everything I do makes you feel.” 
I kissed her full on the mouth quickly – too quickly so she wouldn’t have time to reciprocate – then gave her a cheeky wink before strolling to the foot of the bed, where I had a tray waiting with lube and various toys, plugs, dildos, and vibrators.
Choices, choices.
Where to start?
I looked adoringly at the two holes presented to me: one inviting and glistening, the other shy and puckered closed. Hidden at the top of this sight was the precious little rosebud that led to the high-pitched squeals I loved so much.
Deciding to start out slow with minimal invasion, I lubed up the tiny anal probe vibrator and smeared a dollop at the entrance of her ass. I felt her shiver at the touch, yet I pushed in slowly, slowly with the tip of my finger until it was finally granted at admittance. Emma gasped. I slid the probe in next to my finger until it was all the way in where it needed to be. Then I moved my finger in and out slowly a few times to help that area relax, to get her familiar with the sensation. 
When I pulled my finger out, I pressed a lubed-up anal plug to the entrance until it sunk in. There came a tiny groan from my lady love. The facets of the princess-cut amethyst at the end of the plug caught the light and twinkled at me. I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the view. I decided right at that moment to buy her matching amethyst earrings made with the same exact cut. It would be our own little private joke when she wears them in public.
“Turning it on, my dove,” I crooned a warning before toggling the switch on the probe.
“Huh? Turning wha–aaAHH!” Her hips jolted off the bed as soon as the vibrator went to work in her pert little asshole. 
Miniscule moans were uttered from the head of the bed as I began to prepare the next toy: a dildo with a harness that connected to her corset rings to keep in place, so it wouldn’t get pushed out in her exertion. It was needed since my hands would be busy elsewhere. No lube was needed for this one; she was already wet enough to have a pool gathering on the purple towel underneath her. I rubbed the head and shaft along her folds, coating it in her essence. 
This earned an audible inhale from her; does she know how her sounds drive me mad with lust? 
I pushed it in slowly, letting her adjust to the size. It was another custom-designed item, made especially for tonight. She hadn’t seen this dildo before, but if she had there would have been recognition in the length and girth, even the slight angle. Of course it was a product of my ego. But if she was going to have anything inside her besides me, then I wanted to be like me in every way possible. 
Once it was in all the way up to the hilt, I pulled it out at a lazy drag asking, “Still feeling fine, sweetest?”
“Uh-huh,” she confirmed while wiggling her hips to bring back some friction. The restraints of leather and rope made this futile effort extremely entertaining. I gave her what she wanted: I thrust the toy in and out repeatedly at her favorite pace. The languid moans rose in frequency and pitch. 
God, she was magnificent.
I. Needed. Her. Now. 
I held onto my sanity long enough to thrust it in one last time before attaching it to the harness. A questioning whine came from her throat as she saw me move to the side of the bed with the tray. From her vantage point, she wouldn’t be able to see the vibrators I was going to use. 
Okay, time to get into the role, Clavis. 
You can do this. 
This is the last big hurrah. Time to finish things up exactly how she’d like. With complete control. 
I wonder: when she asked me to take more control, did she have any premonition that I’d be ending the experiment with edging and orgasm control?
I began to tease her clit with the lowest setting on the most gentle toy. Switched over to a powerful wand for an intense but short time. Then switched to an intermediate one, moving all the way through the speeds, gauging her reactions. I was careful to keep an ear to her breathing while watching the telltale signs of her hips. 
All the while I was changing the toys to keep her on her toes, I was issuing commands. Things like: countdown from 5, stay silent, moan loudly, scream my name (that one was fun), keep still, don’t you dare cum yet, etc. 
Each time she obeyed, I rewarded her with a “good girl” and a deep kiss. Sometimes I just kissed her through the exquisite trials of a particular vibrator. Other times I slowly massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, sometimes my tongue. I lavished attention on that treasure until her chest was heaving with exertion and the breathing was ragged. 
I had lost count of the times I brought her almost up the edge and then brought her back down. 
I moved all the vibrators aside and sat on the edge of the bed so she could see my face. 
This goddess, this angel, was mine. Completely mine. 
Sweat-soaked face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips dry from panting, hair a total mess. 
She had never been lovelier.
And never once did she beg. No plea of “Just let me cum!” There had been plenty of cursing and saying my name as if it was a curse itself. Lots of delicious moaning, gasping, squealing, and sighing. But no begging.
Amazing. My Emma was simply amazing.
I let her catch her breath before I reached out to cup her cheek and ask, “Now, if you please, I would like some feed-”
…”CLAVIS.” Her hoarse voice was serious. As were her eyes. 
I stopped talking immediately, my attention entirely on what she thought was important enough to interrupt our review. My elegant eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.
“No feedback,” was all she said.
I echoed her, asking “No feedback?”
“No feedback,” she repeated.
“Care to elaborate, dearest?” I cooed while stroking the side of her face with my thumb.
“No.”
I started to panic a little. She hadn’t used the safe-word, so I had thought she was enjoying being endlessly edged to hell and back. Had I been wrong? Had I missed a cue? Did I hurt her, and she was just being brave? Was she angry with me? 
Something resembling concern must have made it through my mask of dominance, for she sighed and added, “I’m not injured or sore. Maybe a little overstimulated. But I’m fine. I would have used the safeword if I had been unsure about continuing. So don’t look so worried, Clavis.”
Ah.
…okay.
I was flummoxed as to what made her so taciturn all of a sudden.
“You want your feedback, don’t you? Then you’ll get it. But only after you satisfy me.” That severe expression held no room for compromise. 
I loved seeing her so serious. She was breathtaking. How I loved her! 
As my lips began to curl into a pleased smile, she cut in with a demand of her own: “Fuck me, Clavis. Now.”
My smile froze.
Great heavens, she was irresistible like this.
I felt compelled to obey, even though I had been the one issuing commands all day. I attempted to remain smooth and masterful as I lowered my face within inches of hers. 
Feigning nonchalance, I said, “I suppose I could make a compromise, since my lovely fiance is so desperate for me.” 
She rolled her eyes, quirking her mouth into a wry expression. “Well, get on with it. I’m … I am – ugh, Clavis, don’t you … ?“ 
I forstalled her fumbling words by pressing a kiss to those pouting lips, giving her time to gather her words. Would she beg, I wonder? 
At last she mumbled, “I need you. Don’t you … need me, too? Or is this teasing torture all you want?” Those tender eyes slid away from mine, downcast.
Arrows. To the heart. A barrage of steel-tipped bolts lodged in my chest, stealing my breath. 
Oh, my precious. Had I made you doubt my desire for you?
She hadn’t begged or bargained after all. She hadn’t needed to. Not that I ever wanted her to. That hadn’t been my goal.
My goal.
Oh.
In the delicious taunting and torment, I had almost lost sight of why I started all this. 
I wanted to find out her secret kinks, her guilty pleasures.
Sighing an apology, I hurriedly kissed her lips. “No, no, my sweetheart, my dove, my everything. Of course I need you. I’m sorry. The –”
–” then why –” she began.
I immediately rushed in with the explanation she deserved, – “because I wanted to discover what set you aflame. You already know I’m crazy about your thighs. And well, everything about you, truly. And you know all my weaknesses. You know how to drive me wild. I feel at your mercy every time we are in bed. I … I simply had to find at least one of your fetishes, a kink, a secret touch or toy that made you lose yourself to me the way I feel helpless around you.”
There.
I had come clean.
I feared she would laugh, even though I knew my darling would never ridicule me when I was laid vulnerable to her like this.
And yet.
I was scared anyway.
I felt more naked than I actually was. Like my chest was open, heart exposed.
“Ohhhh. Clavis.” Her sympathetic sigh was balm to my nerves. My name on her lips was full of love and acceptance. Not a scrap of judgment or mocking was present.
She began to reach her hands to me, forgetful of their bondage. The clanking metal of the cuffs’ links jangled me out of my self-pity, reminding me to school my features into something less pathetic.
“Let’s get you out of these, hm? I think the sexy experiment is over. It yielded no results.” I attempted to sound like my usual self as I unclasped the leather restraints from the headboard.
“You’re wrong, honey. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” The sultry smile on her face grew.
I simply blinked at her while I undid the buckles to free her wrists.
Emma continued, “Perhaps the feedback wasn’t what you expected. But I could have told you what you wanted to know without going to all the trouble.” 
Hmmm?? What was this?
She bit her lip slyly before adding, “Not that I didn’t like the, um, experiments. It was a fun and new experience with you.”
I kept silent, but nodded to encourage her to continue. What was she going to divulge?
I moved to the foot of the bed to undo the ropes on one leg and the leather straps on the other as she spoke.
“None of those toys or equipment were something that unlocked a new deviant side of myself. There was no one particular place you touched or action you did that wasn’t more special or spicy than the others. But there was one constant throughout the entire adventure that kept me aroused more than anything else.”
After I tossed the rope and restraints to the floor, I noticed the imprints left behind. Little lines indented her supple skin. My fingers traced them gently, lovingly. Her thighs were like a canvas for the rope patterns. I was relieved to see there were no angry red marks. I kissed the trail of criss-crossing marks, reveling in the softness of her glorious legs. 
She paused, as if waiting for me to give her my full attention. I rose from my worship of the world’s most perfect thighs and asked, “Oh? You’re giving me feedback after all? Lucky me. Do go on,” I purred as my palms glided from her hips to her knees.
“It was how you acted. You were still Clavis. The Clavis I love. But you were also … more. Different. It was the domineering act you put on. The way you commanded me to do or not do something. I loved submitting to your orders. I … I enjoyed putting myself completely in your control. Because I trust you. And because it felt exhilarating to be at the whims of a man who usually is out of control.” 
She giggled, giving me a knowing look. It was the truth. I didn’t interrupt her to say she was wrong. 
Emma went on, “You are chaos incarnate, sweetie. Your political plans are masterful, but your outward attitude is so flippant, so unpredictable, that nobody realizes how dastardly clever you truly are. But today you behaved differently. You were so sure of yourself. Sure of what reactions you wanted to pull out of me. And that was what put me into a frenzy more than anything. It was seeing you execute whatever plan you had in mind, and entrusting myself to your care. Because I love you and I know you would never hurt me.”
My mouth had gone dry and I realized at some point my hands had stopped their trek across her sumptuous legs. 
The full impact of what she said was still hitting me: None of the bondage gear or implements or sensation tricks I used were effective at uncovering a new kink. 
It had been me! And her! It had been the Dom/sub roleplay that had been at the heart of her arousal this whole time. 
I almost laughed out of sheer exhaustion at realizing that we hadn’t needed any of the periphery, not a single whip or blindfold or toy. 
All we needed was the two of us.
“It’s you. You’re my kink.” Her sheepish words echoed my thoughts. “There’s your feedback. Now. Ahem. Clavis, I believe you were FINALLY about to fuck me, right?”
“One hundred percent correct, my lovely lover. But first let’s get this off you. I don’t want anything between us.” I made fast work of the buckles on the front of her corset.
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Taking into account how tired and sensitive she was from all my previous ministrations that day, I didn’t over-exert our love-making. That first time, at least. The rest of the weekend was full of intense, laborious exercise in bed. I gave in to every one of her whims and requests.
On our final afternoon in the manor, Emma slid off of me, panting, before she caught her breath enough to speak her mind. It somehow flowed from the conversation we had had on that very first day of the experiment.
“No one gives you enough credit for all the effort and intellect. You keep your brainpower too well hidden, and it frustrates me that people don’t appreciate how smart and resourceful you are. Do you know how it feels to have everyone think I love a fool? How it feels to have everyone look at my husband-to-be like he’s just some weird idiot, instead of the intelligent and caring and amazing man he is inside? Do you? I don’t think you do, sweetie. It’s infuriating. And you never correct them!”
“Heh. And neither will you. Ever. I prefer it that way. And you know why.”
She did. And it set my heart aflame to know that she understood my wiles and reasons, yet still got angry on my behalf. 
Oh, darling. I don’t deserve you. 
Knowing that she adored my hard work and brains was enough to spark a dozen new ideas for the next time we had a weekend away. 
She loved my cunning. And my cunnilingus. I would put both to work next time, along with that domineering side that drove her wild.
I grinned wickedly.
She saw it, and responded with a wicked smile of her own. “Uh-oh, what does THAT look mean? You look positively villainous… I love it.”
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AUTHOR’S NOTES: 
😏 I’m curious to see what the readers think their safe-word is? Comment or reblog with your idea! I can’t wait to see what you guess! Hee hee!!! 😘
I don't usually write in first-person PoV. But for some reason when I started this, Clavis INSISTED he be the one to speak. The words must come from his mouth and not from a disinterested observer. Pfft. Okay, pal. Man, he can be pushy. And he's SO GOOD at getting his way!!
Kokoro! Bryn had mentioned you said “It’s Valentine’s Day, I want them to fuck!” 😏🤣 LOLOLOL And here I realized by the time the D/s scenario had wrapped up, Clavis still hadn’t DONE THE DEED. 😳🥹 Ack! I’m sorry! 🙈🙃😅 It was implied that they did, indeed, fuck several times during their weekend away. But I didn’t have time to write it all out. I’m sure the scenes would be far more delicious and steamy in your imagination than I could put them into words. So please visualize to your heart’s content! 😈😉
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tacogawa · 1 year ago
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La Belle et la Bête
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Pairing: MC x Leon
For the Ikemen Prince gift exchange, organized by the wonderful @sunnyikemen and @ikemenlibrary, my gift for @kokorokai ❤️
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Thank you so much for organizing yet another exchange, and to @kokorokai, I hope you enjoy your gift, it has been an immense joy creating for you. I’m a huge fan of your work and this piece is especially close to my heart, as are the characters ♥️
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obsidiangst · 2 years ago
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Hestu's Gift Exchange 2022: Wrap-Up Pt. 1
Hestu's Gift Exchange is Zelink Hype Squad's annual gift exchange during the holidays to celebrate our mutual love for blonde elves (or hydromelons in one case). As such, here's a wrap-up of the gifts that have been completed (or partially completed) thus far!
benediction - from @hyperphonic to @samrezi
Cross Stitch - from @keithebrainrot to @alkturos
"go nuts" - from @aquaticpal to @itcantbe
Thunderstruck - from @softpromise to @keithebrainrot
Autum's Spiced Ale; Winter's Morning Frost - from (me) to @bellecream
(untitled) - from @keikbird to @chimpukampu
What Once Rang Hollow - from @linksthoughtbrambles to @hyperphonic
(untitled) - from @between-star to @keikbird
Fragmentation - from @1up-girl to @kokorokai
"secret tryst" - from @chimpukampu to @novantinuum
"A meeting in the afterlife" - from @novantinuum to @linksthoughtbrambles
(untitled) - from @kokorokai to @between-star
There are a handful more people who are still working on their gifts, so I'll have to make an addition to this post later, but if you guys would like to participate in the 2023 go around or just come and hang out with a bunch of awesome folks who love creating the Blonde Bitches content, come and hang out with us in Zelink Hype Squad (+18 only)! (We'll be having a watch party for the Direct tomorrow, so now's a great time to jump in!!)
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sunshinejihyun · 3 years ago
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happy birthday, to me 💙
this is something that my very very sweet and dear friend, @kokorokai​ surprised me with today. and let me tell you, what a surprise it was!
kokoro, I’ve already screamed about this to you via discord dms, but I just once again wanted to say thank you so much. I am truly in awe of your talent, and this will be a present I never forget, much like our friendship. thank you for being a bright spot in my life, and thank you for never failing to put a smile on my face. 
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dreamscapesin1582 · 2 years ago
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lovers in letters
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Here is my piece for this gift exchange! This is probably the longest fic I’ve written so far just because I didn’t divide it into chapters and just meshed it in one. 
Thank you so much to Bryn ( @ikemenlibrary​ ) and Sunny ( @sunnyikemen ) for hosting and allowing me to be a part of this wonderful group~
I hope you like it, @kokorokai !!!
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To Lord Hideyoshi,
This is Mai. I am writing you a letter to express my gratitude for allowing me to spend the day with you. The sweets were delightful, and I will take utmost care of the gifts that you have given me. Although it should have been a time for me to make up for your time taking care of me when I was sick…
Oh wait. I’m not supposed to write that. Ugh, I’ll rewrite it… 
The woman traced a finger on the letter she laid down on her writing desk, remembering the time she was still adjusting to the aftermath of her time travel incident. She wasn’t accustomed to the lifestyle of old, but she assumed that she had to at least try to act the part. And so her thought process went like that - she has to show utmost respect to the “lords” to reduce the risks of dying, and respect is equivalent to expressing gratitude at any act of benevolence… therefore, a letter after an outing. 
There was an issue, however. Mai was also not aware of how they wrote their letters. Can the chatelaine even send letters to lords? Just how far is the status of the chatelaine? Oh, but isn’t she declared as a princess? Then, shouldn’t she write her letter like how royals do? Ah, but she wasn’t a royal…
In the end, Mai scrapped attempt by attempt until she woke up the next morning with a pile of drafts and ink on her face. Ever since then, it transformed into something like a curse, and now she has collected several letters. Here, she stared at one of them. The very first one she kept, only one of the many letters left unsent. The corner of her lips perked up in a derisive smile and, after staring blankly at the innocent sheet of paper, she let herself collapse on the table.
She moved her head and her hair fell on her face, to which she subconsciously reacted by blowing a puff of air to it. Strands flew and fell back, now only messier and covering more of her face. She only felt even more helpless.
“I really should move on…” 
To Lord Hideyoshi,
…Well, it’s not like I’m going to send this to you so I’m just gonna write whatever I’m thinking about right now. Or rather, what I feel.
I think you’re a great person. No, you’re really a great person. There’s no doubt about that. You look after people a lot, you try to help as much as you can, and you’re really loyal! Not many guys have that trait, you know! It’s a real treasure. Not to mention how good-looking you are– ahem. Well, I think you’d be twice, no, a hundred times more popular when you end up in the modern day! 
……
Ah, I’ve done it again. 
There’s no way that would happen.
Because you’re loyal.
“You ‘went out’ with Hideyoshi?” Masamune took a step forward, harboring an excited glint in his eye. “Really? Finally?!”
“About time, I guess…” Ieyasu commented quietly as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Contrary to their excitement, Mai perked an eyebrow in confusion.
“Yes, he accompanied me to observe the castle town and take note of the citizens’ evacuation–” Realization hit her. “...Wait, what did you mean by that?” 
“Oh– oh, you still meant work. I thought you meant the other thing. You know, what you explained to us before… about… what ‘going out’ was supposed to mean… in your hometown. Sorry, lass.” The One-Eyed Dragon bowed his head, evading her questioning stare. Mai gave him one last peeved look before letting it go and instead continued staring at the direction of the castle entrance. It was obvious to the two guys what her concern was, considering the misunderstanding they brought about. Ieyasu sighed.
“...Say, what exactly is the reason why both of you are still making a fool of yourselves?”
“Ieyasu.” Masamune tried to get a hold of him but Ieyasu quickly dodged his attempt, taking another step forward to face Mai. “It’s not our business–”
“It may not be, but at this point, I think someone has to start talking about the “business” they left hanging around that everyone is forced to look at.” Ieyasu stared down at her, and while Mai flinched at his words, she still felt that his annoyance was not really directed to her. “Are you really going to stay this way? Because don’t tell me you don’t know–”
“...There’s no point.” She managed to utter. Ieyasu was quite taken aback at first when she lifted her head to look at him, and he frowned. If that fool of a man saw that expression just now, he would probably snap out of it. He should, because it was clear as water that she found her peace with the idea, but there was still no hiding the conflict that was raging in her eyes like crashing waves from the farther side of the sea. “Ieyasu. Thank you, but there’s really no need to go any further.”
“You really–”
“Lord Masamune! Lord Ieyasu!” Mitsunari suddenly came rushing to their direction. “Please come quickly! Assassins targeting Lord Nobunaga have managed to break in!”
“What?”
“We currently do not know how many of them are here, but we have to move swiftly to search for them.” He said, and afterwards, the castle quickly turned noisy. “Lord Keiji and the soldiers he was training had already engaged a small group of them by the courtyard.”
“Fine, we’ll look into that. You look after Mai.” Ieyasu took off, and Masamune patted Mai’s shoulder before running to another direction. Meanwhile, Mitsunari smiled at Mai in an attempt to ease the panic she must have felt. 
“Let’s go. I will take you to Lord Nobunaga.”
Although hesitant, she nodded. They made their way to the tenshu, where Nobunaga was watching the skirmish from above. With a quick report about the present situation, Mitsunari went back to the fray. Nobunaga did not look worried, unlike Mai who tried so hard to calm herself down. He started speaking to distract her.
“...Hideyoshi went back to town, you say?”
“Yes. After escorting me back here a while ago, he said he had to take care of something and went back.”
“Hm. It seems this whole situation will be resolved faster than I expected it to be.” He turned his back from the balcony and glanced at Mai. “Do not fret too much.”
“Easy for you to say–!”
BANG!
“Oh, God!” She exclaimed. Fear gripped her heart, realizing that the assassins must have some arquebusiers among them. Worse, that gunshot was so loud that she wouldn’t be surprised if the culprit was near them.
Out of worry and fear, she immediately thought of Hideyoshi. Mai glanced at the tenshu’s open balcony after spotting what seemed to be him approaching the castle and almost felt like those negative emotions were a lie. However, just as she was about to step into the balcony, she noticed a small string of smoke from nearby.
They’re this close?!
In that moment, it felt like her senses shut down after a single gasp of breath. All she had was her instincts, and that made her whirl around. Her skin almost felt the vibration in the air as Nobunaga shouted, but the sound did not come to her as loud. She threw herself to him with her arms wide open, and a single thought in mind.
Nobunaga cannot die here. 
…because what would Hideyoshi do then?
Another gunshot rang in the tenshu. 
Meanwhile, Hideyoshi had his horse gallop for his life back to the castle. Just when he thought he had managed to corner one of those wretches who dare to even think about going for his lord’s life, the man escaped by taking his own life and a curse: it is too late.
For once, it was not the threat to Nobunaga that had him so disgruntled. Hideyoshi deals with that almost everyday, and he trusts his lord’s strength. In fact, it was the worst time they could think about raiding the castle; everyone is there.
But when he thought of Mai, afraid and undefended in a dangerous environment, his blood boils. Just the mere thought of one of those assassins finding her in her vulnerable state… he couldn’t bring himself to calm down. And with the growing turmoil raging inside his chest, he urged his horse to run even faster.
He didn’t intend to acknowledge it, but he knew it was not fear that was driving him insane… not exactly. There was something greater other than fear for her life. 
It was the times he found her so pretty, so kind, so full of confidence and light, and yet he could not express it in full. It was all the times he had to lie about the gifts he got for her, revealing only a fraction of his own heart with words that barely described what he felt. It was all the times he drew his hand back when she had a cute expression on her face, or when she pouted her lips at his attempts to tease her, or when she called him out on his little regard for his life, or when she shed tears for him.
It was the memory of their first outing, and their most recent one. It was the way he found reasons to strive for peace whenever he watched her appreciate the new bolts of fabric in the market. It was the sparkle in her eyes whenever she eats desserts from the tea house they often visit together. It was the picture of her, looking so happy even when both of their hearts are separated by a single bordering line. 
It was all the times he did not cross the line he drew himself. 
The loud whinny of the horse finally pulled Hideyoshi out of his thoughts that were trying to drown him in regret. He realized that he had already reached his destination. The fighting wasn’t quite over, but it was clear that the threat was all up in the smoke. He couldn’t find Mai, but seeing the rest of the Oda forces gave him peace of mind, or at the very least a modicum of it. He was convinced the situation was not as serious as he thought. 
Seeing his arrival, Keiji and the other lords caught up with him. Hideyoshi shared the situation he handled before he rushed back. Now it was just the matter of rounding up everyone involved. It was nearly dawn when the conflict had ceased at last. 
It was only until Mitsunari had met with them did the morbid thoughts come back, and with twice the force. He couldn’t even process what he reported just then; his mind focused on the words, “Mai was with Lord Nobunaga when one of the enemies was desperate enough to risk everything just to climb up and shoot at the tenshu.”  
“Mai–!” Hideyoshi slammed the door so hard as soon as he reached her room that he almost broke it. But there was no woman present, only a man casually reclined beside her writing desk. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Is that any way to greet people?” Mitsuhide shrugged his shoulders and feigned a look of hurt. While annoyed, Hideyoshi managed to reel in his emotions. He was about to lose it, had this encounter not been as anticlimactic. His presence, ironically, doused his hot emotions with cold water.
“...Where is Mai?” He asked. “I heard she was with Lord Nobunaga when a gunman managed to get close to their position.”
Mitsuhide frowned. “Yes. About that…”
“I don’t like that tone, Mitsuhide. Spit it out.”
“...As you can see, she’s not here.” Mitsuhide calmly retorted. Hideyoshi clicked his tongue at his evasiveness. “As for the gunman–”
“WHERE IS SHE, THEN?!” His patience running out, Hideyoshi charged to his direction and grabbed him by his lapels. Mitsuhide did not evade his furious glare, and instead fixed him a cool stare dripping with unsaid disapproval. “I don’t have time for this!”
“Ah, just look at you. Getting all worked up for someone other than our lord.” It wasn’t a new quip he told, but the tone of his voice was not of the teasing kind. And it was because he was serious that Hideyoshi could not further act on his annoyance. “You really should have been careful, Hideyoshi. Had you not been acting in such a manner, you and I would not find ourselves in these circumstances.”
“Damn it!” What does that even mean?! He pushed him towards the wall as he released his collar, and a few rustling sounds followed. Hideyoshi took a deep breath to calm down and turned back to him. Mitsuhide was fixing his clothes when Hideyoshi noticed the papers lying on his feet. On second glance, it looked like Mai’s handwriting. On the third, one could make out Hideyoshi’s name on one of them. That’s when he realized they were letters… addressed to him. “W-What…”
“It seems the little mouse is surprisingly shy.” Mitsuhide picked up one of the papers that fell on the floor. Not that he didn’t know the contents of it. “Each of these papers has your name on it. Well, considering it’s addressed to you.”
Letters? She never sent me any letters. But it was difficult to deny it when Mitsuhide forced him to look at it. Clearly, the first line was his name. Now, he was figuring out what Mitsuhide was trying to do. The answer didn’t please him.
“She didn’t send it because she didn’t want me to read it. Don’t force me to.” 
“She didn’t because you didn't let her. Because instead of building a happy relationship, you built a wall.” As if he found the man hopeless, Mitsuhide sighed with exaggeration. “For a model vassal such as yourself, you can be quite frustrating.”
“What does all this have anything to do with–”
“The gunman had aimed his final shot at Lord Nobunaga. Mai threw herself in the crossfire.” Those chilling words made Hideyoshi freeze. Mitsuhide continued. “If I had been a second too late, she would have taken the hit meant for our lord. Now, who does that remind me of?”
Oh, God. The revelation was like an arrow that went straight to his skull. He couldn’t think of anything, but his eyes seemed to be watching it happen in front of him.  
“Look at these, Hideyoshi. Look at all these words she could not send to you. Look at it and think about your actions since then. Maybe you’ll finally find your own words to tell her, to end this stalemate… before you regret it.” 
Mitsuhide began walking away, leaving him to stare blankly at the pile of letters. The minutes of silence was broken by the sound of a thud as Hideyoshi fell to his knees. A trembling hand reached to one of the letters. His heart was crushed as he scanned every letter there was. 
“...Hideyoshi?” 
His body went alert at the sound of her voice, and it quickly moved to stand in front of her as she stepped inside the room. He inspected her entire figure, and fortunately, there was no visible injury. Noticing his fatigued state, Mai reached to cup his cheek. “What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?”
…Yes. 
“...What were you thinking?” Hideyoshi could not even snap at her. It was like Mitsuhide drained all the anger and aggression inside of him just so he could not scream at Mai the moment she appeared before him. His hands landed on her shoulders, and Mai felt them shaking. “Why go to such lengths…?”
She figured he must have heard about what happened. “...Are you angry?”
“I want to. But there’s no point anyway. Not when everything’s my fault.”
“Your fault? Just what–” Mai finally noticed the scattered letters on the floor and her eyes widened in recognition. “Y-You..”
“Mai, listen.” 
Hideyoshi called her to get her attention again. While hesitant, she faced him once more. Just at the look in her eyes, his resolve staggered. Meanwhile, Mai had a vague idea about what he was going to say. And while she somewhat expected it, she wasn’t liking it.
“You are a wonderful person– no, words can’t describe how great you are. I care about you and I would do anything in my power to make sure that you will always have a smile on your face. I love… that about you.” He knew his expression must be crumbling at this point, but he owes her the words, if not anything else. “But Mai, don’t… don’t ever think about risking your life like that again.”
“...So you heard.” Mai smiled sadly. “I’m sorry if I worried you, Hideyoshi. Well, if anything, I have already been scolded by Nobunaga. I know what I did was wrong, but… when I thought about what you would have felt if the worst happened, my body just moved.”
“That. That’s what I didn’t want to happen.” Hideyoshi thought back on the letters. For a while now, she was only thinking of him. Now it came to the point where she would consider his feelings rather than her own safety. And it was terrifying. “You’re not his vassal, Mai. You are not obligated to give up your life for him. You should be spending your efforts on your job! Your dream! You don’t have to die… for anyone’s sake. Not for Lord Nobunaga… and not for me.”
“Hideyoshi–”
“I’m sorry.” There it was, the words he never liked to come out of her mouth. Now he was saying them, and only because he could not live with the guilt otherwise. “I’m sorry it came to this. I… I should have settled things between us the moment before it was too late.”
“Hideyoshi, wait.” Mai intervened. “I’m– I’m not liking this. It’s not like that. Look at me.” She looked at his eyes and that forced him to look back. He looked so lost, and she was afraid that he could never truly find his way back to where they were. If they couldn’t move forward, best believe she wouldn’t want him to go even further back! “You found out my feelings. And I’m pretty sure there’s a part of you that feels the same. But I’m not asking you to do anything. What we have is enough.”
“It’s not supposed to be enough for you.” He shook his head. For him, there was nothing else he could lose at this point. “You’re right. I love you. I care about you so much, even more than you ever knew, but you deserve much more. You’re not supposed to be stuck pining for someone who already has a foot down the grave.”
His life belonged to his lord’s cause. As much as his heart yearned for her, he may never find it in himself to choose survival if it meant surrendering a chance for Nobunaga’s ambition to come to fruition. That was what made him draw the line… but that line is blurring. He was wavering.
“...Please, Mai. Let me.” He pulled her petite figure into his arms. As if molding the feeling into his mind, he stayed there for a while, and she let him. She stood there with mixed emotions and tears in her eyes. “Let me be the one to take the hit.”
You don’t have to feel like you need to do things for me. Like you have to push down your feelings just for me. 
“You don’t have to do those things for my sake anymore.”
“So you’re saying… you are only going to accept your death, but not mine? That you have to die before me?” She hastily squirmed out of his hug and reached out to get a hold of him. “Please… anything but that!”
“Mai–”
“I know.” She whispered. Hideyoshi couldn’t talk back at the sight of her tears. “I know you have greater things to accomplish. I know the time where I have to say goodbye may come eventually. I know that… but I don’t want to hear you say that you would rather trade your life for mine…!”
“...Can you really blame me?” He managed to answer. “Your life is meant to be well-lived, so you should live well. It’s not meant to be taken away so early for something so unfortunate.”
“You’re not hearing me.” Mai sighed. “You think my love for you is an unfortunate thing that happened to me? You are the reason why I am still standing here. You were there with me when I was starting to lose my mind because of my situation. All the things you did for me saved me, Hideyoshi. Whether you acknowledge it or not, you are someone important to me. Very, very important.” 
It wasn’t the time to succumb to her fears. If this was the moment meant for their feelings, then she would not leave anything out. It was all or nothing.
“The love I have for you will never be something that will bring me down.” She said with the resolve that he was starting to lose. “You believe that you will someday give up your life for the sake of Nobunaga and his ambitions… no, you’re dedicated to giving up your life for that. But that is the ‘unfortunate’ thing that’s going to take my life away. How about that?”
“Stop. That can’t be true.”
“It’s not unbelievable, is it? Because it’s familiar to you. Because that’s what you were telling me just now.”
They continued to stare at each other until the man heaved a sigh. Meanwhile, Mai continued to hold his hand, perhaps to console herself. She thought back on Ieyasu’s words. They really did need the talk.
“...Did you know what Nobunaga told me when I did what I did?” Mai recalled what happened right after she tried to shield Nobunaga. “He said he hated the aspect of someone dying for his sake. ‘What is the purpose of devoting yourself to a cause if you are not there to witness it?’, he told me.”
Hideyoshi’s eyes lit up in acknowledgement; he knew it to be true. 
“Do you think he does not wish for his own allies to see the fruits of all your efforts? The future that you have always been fighting for?” She said, “He told me to live. He told me to live so I can see the future he has envisioned. Doesn’t that also extend to you?”
“Can’t you see, Hideyoshi? Nobunaga will never see your death as a benefit, because you are not just an asset to him. And I–” She bit her lip. No. I should say it. “My life will never be the same if you die on me like that.” 
His desperation had died down to mere embers. Meanwhile, his urge to comfort Mai burned like blazes that cannot be tamed. He exhaled and wiped the tears welling up on the corners of her eyes. Mai took that opportunity to place her hand on his as it rested on her cheek.
“I can’t imagine my life without you anymore. My life is dependent on your life and your happiness. So if you think you can remove me from your life, think again. I’m here to stay… even if I remain as someone who stays at the other side of the line.” Her eyes now clear, Mai spoke not with despair but with confidence. Hideyoshi looked at her with surprise, and newfound adoration. “So, promise me. Promise me that no matter what, you will always fight to come back. Come home where we could live our lives in a time of peace that you worked so hard for.”
He was not supposed to be able to promise that. Not everything goes according to plan, after all. But she was confident in her words; she truly believed that they would not lose to fate. And funnily enough, if there was anyone who can attest to the ability of surpassing the impossible, it was her. 
Going so far as to take responsibility for my life… when I should be the one shouldering that. His mind that was drowning in the shadows of questions and doubts was slowly being pierced by light. It wasn’t the first time he got to see that light, and he knew it was because of this woman in front of him. 
His precious person, the sun of his life.
“...You win.”
“Huh?”
There was a hint of clarity regained in Hideyoshi’s eyes. He wasn’t trembling anymore. Mai looked up to him with confusion.
“I want to show you something.”
And thus their quiet trip back to his manor. While she barely has an idea on what’s going on, Mai did not say a word at the thought that maybe she got to him. She doesn’t feel as nervous as when she first found him back there. 
She hoped she managed to reach his heart. 
The sun was beginning to rise when they reached his room. Hideyoshi urged her to sit down, and she watched as he reached for something at one of the drawers. Curiously, when he found it, he seemed embarrassed. Mai turned to what he had placed on the desk, and it was quite familiar…
“It turns out we were doing the same thing all this time.”
The box was full of papers; some were rolled into scrolls, some were unfolded and piled, some were even damaged and crumpled but kept there nonetheless.
“You…?” The more she realized, the more her face heated up. Hideyoshi faked a cough to try to dispel the awkward atmosphere. “Are these… letters?”
“...Yeah. Letters I wrote that were meant for you.” He confessed. “While it was not my intention to find your letters, I’m still sorry that I read it without your permission.”
“I-It’s fine. It was addressed to you, anyway.” Though most of it were just embarrassing journal entries of my developing love for him all this time– oh, God. This is embarrassing! With that realization, Mai tried to hide her face in her hands. “This conversation took quite a turn, huh… Ha ha…”
“...Mai.”
“Yes?”
“I know this is embarrassing for you, so I’m letting you read these, too.”
“O-Oh?” She meekly let down her hands to look at him. Hideyoshi was avoiding her gaze, so she turned to the letters settled in between them. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. Mai picked up one of the unfolded papers. It really was a letter for her. 
Letters to thank her for her work. Letters to remind her not to work too hard. Letters to wish her safety on her journeys outside Azuchi where he could not accompany her. Letters that reveal only a fraction of how much he cared for her; most of the time, she already knew it. Because his actions always communicated that, whenever he tries to help her and protects her from all danger.
Then she turned to the scrolls. For some reason, she almost didn’t want to reach out to it, but she did. Hideyoshi was silent in front of her as she read it.
They were formal requests to Nobunaga and the other warlords. In the event that I would lose my life on the battlefield… I ask that Mai would be given the freedom to live her life the way she wants it. I ask that she would be supported in her endeavors…
Hideyoshi only watched her as she quietly returned the scrolls. Then, she turned to face him.
“Thank you for letting me read them.” Of all the reactions he expected her to have, he didn’t believe she would smile. But she smiled brightly at him. “It makes me happy to know that you thought about me so much.”
“...You’re not bothered by the fact that I am still this coward of a man who still would not hesitate to do everything just to realize my lord’s ambition?”
“That fact is something that is a part of you, and I love you, so that means that is also something that I love about you.” Hideyoshi was taken aback at her clear answer. “I love that you’re dedicated, and I love that you still think of me despite your expectations about your fate. In fact, it makes my love for you all the more meaningful.”
“You really are…” He paused. Mai stared at him as his eyes focused on her, narrowing with affection while his mouth perked with a smile. “...a special person to me.”
While they were going back to the manor, Hideyoshi’s mind kept going back to her firm words. True enough, he realized that all this time, he had only focused on the end result. It was always about his eventual death that kept him from realizing the present. And when he actually did consider the present, it was not even a question anymore. All he did, all he wanted to do, all he tried not to do but did anyway, it was all answering what he really desired.
He really was such a fool. Dedicating himself to ensure life without restrictions but he restricted himself to living his life. 
Letting her go without doing anything would mean disregarding myself and my own feelings again. If she really meant that her life’s fulfillment has to involve his own, then taking steps to consider himself – to love himself for once – would make her happy. 
…There really is no one like her.
“I want you to listen to what I’m going to say.”
Just like what she did a while ago, Hideyoshi reached out to hold her hands. They were smaller in his, and having her fingertips delicately rest on his palms made the instinct to protect her all the more intense. And just like what he did, Mai wordlessly watched as he prepared to tell her everything.  
“I’ve been thinking… and I still believe that I deserve all the things I would lose if you decide to leave me and go. I want to be with you, but I can’t believe just yet that I’m worthy of you all of a sudden. I don’t even know if this really is the right thing to do. I’m not sure of a lot of things, even though you tell me it’s okay.” 
I’m really just a coward. Hideyoshi smiled wryly as he shook his head. The doubt was creeping in once more, so he held her hands firmly. She responded by squeezing his hands back. 
Now that he thought about it, it’s funny how easy it was for them to hold hands like this. 
Although it turned out that it won’t be enough. He turned out to be selfish and greedy.
“What I can say, with complete certainty, is that you laid a mark within me. Something I cannot erase nor surrender. Something that is compelling me to say all of this despite my fears because… because if I could not see you again…” The imaginary sight he saw a while ago came back. What if Mitsuhide was not able to interfere with the assassination attempt? What if she got hurt, got shot? “...I finally understood what you meant by what you said then, because just thinking about the possibility that you’d leave me… I just know that I would drown in all my love, guilt, and regrets. I would feel your absence like a thousand deaths.” 
“Oh, Hideyoshi…”
Lovers in all but name. While their current relationship did not match the extent of their feelings, their bond had reached the point beyond their comprehension. Their hearts were mirrors that reflected each other’s love and fears, and thus the unending cycle of turning away at the moment of truth. 
But constant back-and-forths like that would do nothing to end it. It would only cause friction, tension, and eventually snap into something irreversible. 
That ends now.
He moved to intertwine their fingers together. Oh, how natural it felt.
“If you’re willing to accept me, then let’s live. Let us be happy together.”
Mai’s face bloomed like a flower that had always patiently waited for the sun to let it bloom. A pretty shade of pink dusted her cheeks as she laughed with great relief and joy. The sight of it rejuvenated something inside the man, like he was finally unburdened by something heavy that kept him from reaching her. 
Now, he found the courage to go to her.
He gently lifted one hand towards his lips and placed a kiss on her fingers. Mai felt his warm breath on her skin, and it seemed to have delivered heat to her face, since it slowly felt hotter. He stole a glance and felt a bit of pride, and a lot of affection. 
She’s so cute right now.
Mai stared at him with wonder. She wasn’t sure if this was really happening. Oh, but her heart is so full to the point of bursting. There really is nothing like loving and being loved back. And despite the treacherous path they are taking, she believes that she’ll be okay as long as he is there. 
Now, she finally had him.
She shook her head as she mumbled. “Oh, you and your casanova ways…”
He’s so handsome right now.
“What was that?”
“N-Nothing.” She cleared her throat. “I just… don’t know what to say.”
We can’t have that, can we?
“We don’t have to say anything anymore. We have all the letters to say what we always wanted to tell each other.” Hideyoshi tugged at her hand as he moved closer to her side. “Actually… I’m thinking of something else other than talking.”
The pink on her cheeks grew brighter that it was undeniable she was positively blushing. He even felt his own face growing warmer at the suggestion. 
“...I don’t see any more reasons why we have to talk, then.” Hideyoshi chuckled at her coy response, or perhaps it was something out of relief. “Actually… I’m probably thinking of the same thing.”
He grinned with a bit of mischief. “I wonder if we really are thinking of the same thing.”
She pouted. “And here I thought we were tired of guessing games.”
“I can’t have you growing tired of me, can I? Not after this.” 
Hideyoshi stood up and with a final tug of her hand, he pulled her up only to place an arm at her back to support her. At closer proximity, both of them saw the heat on their cheeks, and a hotter fire in their eyes.
As if finally tied together by the line that separated them all this time, their lips met in a tender kiss. Each had their own imagination of what it would feel like, but the real thing surpassed that. Pushed by the bliss of finally reaching each other’s feelings, they sought one another. The tension gradually went sky high as their hands worked with urgency. The kiss grew ardent, passionate. 
And thus the beginnings of an everlasting love came with the magnificence of the rising sun.
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unwiltingblossom · 4 years ago
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kokorokai replied to your post “707: lolol are u gay? Jumin: No. Zen: He’s not gay Jaehee: Pretty...”
One day I will understand why the fandom insists on Jumin being gay....last year i went to my city comicon in couple cosplay as MC and Jumin....and a group of girls who recognized us asked my partner why he didn't dressed as Saeyoung. For them we couldn't do the cosplay as couple because Jumin is Gay.... I was like "wtf and since when? if I remember correctly I got married to Jumin" ����‍♀️
ahahahaha haha ha
“why aren’t you cosplaying the TRUE ROUTE?????”
idk maybe because not everyone is going to like that route best just because it’s the ‘correct’ one???
This is why I hate ‘true’ routes. You get the same response from fandom as you get from ‘canon’ ships, where they get super obnoxious and harass anyone who dares to ship anything that isn’t canon like ‘but that’s not canon, x and x get together’. I bet they don’t go to the highschool au fics with their canon ship and say ‘but they go to a magical school in canon’ though, suddenly they know what au is then
...but that’s a tangent. Frankly that sounds pretty cute. Which MC did you cosplay as?
I have no idea where fandom has gotten the idea that Jumin is actually gay - when he is the least likely of any character in mysme to be gay, because the game goes out of its way to tell you multiple times he’s NOT - except that I guess they just...believe 707 implicitly? Maybe they played 7′s route so many times they just only remember constantly harassing Jumin about it? Maybe the fact that he’s cold to women for totally unrelated reasons just convince people it’s not due to an abusive upbringing but because he’s into men. I don’t know. Fandom is awful about Jumin in many ways.
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toloveawarlord · 2 years ago
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Pairing: Fenrir Godspeed x MC
Event: Ikerev gift exchange hosted by @sunnyikemen and @ikemenlibrary
Giftee: @kokorokai
wc: 1.4k
a.n: Hello! I hope you like this little slice of Fenrir! Fluff with a little bit of teasing from MC!
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Heavy, black boots thudded against the wooden planks of the dock as the Ace of Spades paced over the creaky boards awaiting sight of their incoming ship. The sun had begun its descent down toward the horizon, painfully showing how long he’d spent under its intense gaze. Amethyst eyes squinted under his hand pressed his eyebrows as a shield.
Had the mission been a success or a failure? Did they manage to sail safely for the entirety of the trip or did some ruffian pirates dare attack a Black Army ship?
“Fenrir, sir! There’s been an incident at headquarters that requires your immediate attention.” A panting soldier gave a salute as he struggled to stay upright. Sweat dripped from his hair and rolled down his pale features.
As much as he wanted to remain there for a firsthand report of what had transpired on MC's mission, Fenrir had to tend to this. Animosity between the armies had risen over the past month, bringing about quite a few altercations. He'd been the cause of more than one of those occasions, receiving long lectures from the irritated Sirius after each.
A month of guard duty down in the holding cells beneath the headquarters hadn't quelled his fighting spirit. None on either side had been injured beyond bruises, mostly of their own egos.
Fenrir sat back in the chair behind the large, oak desk after a grueling meeting with his other officers and his "unruly soldiers". He'd advocated for them, and in the end, took the brunt of the punishment from Ray.
Paperwork. The bane of his existence
The room swamped in darkness save for the lamp illuminating the tall stack of papers that required the army's attention. Truly, it was punishment fitting for him, as he loathed having to sit still and read boring documents.
But he’d set to work, attempting to work at inhuman speeds. Eventually, his strength waned. Fenrir couldn’t remember falling asleep, slumped over the desk and papers strewn about in a mess, but it was undoubtedly due to the boredom. His cheek rested against his arm; Fenrir cracked his eyes open as someone poked at his forehead to prod him awake.
“Hard at work, I see.”
That voice.
It struck through his haze of tiredness and brought an unbidden smile to his lips. Beautiful eyes gazing down at him with amusement and a hint of playfulness. Lips pulled up into a dazzling smile despite the late hour. She sure didn't look as though she'd spent weeks at sea, as radiant as ever.
“I heard you were waiting at the docks for quite some time. Were you that worried about me?” Her tone laced with teasing. MC had assured him that this trip to another country would be safe. Mousse had traveled this route many times and never had a single encounter with pirates or ruffians.
Fenrir sat upright in the chair, trying to wipe the tiredness off his face. "I wasn't. I just miss ya, that's all." This had been the longest she'd been away from him, without the ability to even send a letter. He wanted to leap across the desk and smother her in kisses, but his left leg was limp, fuzzy and asleep.
Though, it would be a lie to say he had not been worried. The longer she had been gone, the more his heart twisted within his chest.
“Well, I missed you even more," MC said, snickering at his trouble standing on his own two legs. He'd done something out of line to have this much paperwork in front of him.
Her gaze fell down onto the desk to the beautifully inscribed piece of parchment. A true work of art when it came to these kinds of proposals. “Another one? That’s the eight one in three months.”
MC snatched it off the desk before Fenrir had the chance to stop her. He stood abruptly from the chair, knocking it against the wall, and nearly tumbling over as he only had one good leg. “Give it here. It doesn't mean anything.” He should have thrown it away when he’d had the chance earlier, but the least he could do was read them before turning the poor girls down.
“Ooh, Edith Plume, sounds like a real winner, this one.” MC threw him a mischievous look. She kept her distance while scanning the page. It was almost too amusing to watch him hobble in her direction. “She loves to ride horses, what a surprise there. I bet she’d love to ride you, too.” Her eyebrows shot up as she snickered at him.
Fenrir gave a frustrated groan. “MC, come on, give me the dumb letter!”
“A beautiful songstress, and that’s exactly what she wrote, Fenrir. A songstress. Aren’t you just incredibly lucky to have a songstress in your pile of marriage proposals.”
She had to know.
“And she can dance too. A really talented woman right here. It’s not like she learned any special skills-- wait, she can sew too! She’s too talented for you, Fenrir. I mean, having basic skills that are taught to practically every girl in Cradle, that’s hard to come by these days.”
She had to know that she was the only one.
“This one, I think she is the one- Oof!”
Fenrir stomped his leg against the ground, having just enough control to launch himself at her. Colliding with MC, the two toppled over onto the couch as he'd planned. He couldn't grasp how she could be laughing right now. "Oh, this is funny, is it?"
"Incredibly." MC had entrusted her heart to him, and these letters were nothing more than a desperate attempt by some rich nobles to gain access to the Godspeed fortune. She'd learned to find the humor in them, and then toss them promptly in the trash. "It's not as though I'm going to let them take you from me."
The temperature had surely risen in the room. That would explain the stuffiness that fell over him. His heart pounded in his chest as if he’d run the length of Black Territory and back.
Fenrir crumpled the letter, tossing it away. The anxiety that had riddled his body ebbed away at her tender smile. He was one lucky man to have her. "It's good of ya to say so."
"Shall I write you one?"
"Hm?"
MC could see that his mind had already forgotten the letter, gazing down at her with adoration and love. "A proposal letter. I can list all my best talents. For example, I'm an excellent cook, so you'd never have to experiment using your gun as a tool again."
His laughter made her heart swell. He'd returned to his usual self, plagued no more by dark clouds. "I'd be glad to receive it, but ya know, I've already planned how I want to ask ya to marry me."
"Please, go on."
But Fenrir tapped his finger against her nose. "Nah, I'm not fallin' for that. It's a surprise." A grand surprise. He'd made a whole day out of it, invited all their friends to participate. His hope would be that it would be the second-best day of her life, followed by the very best day of their wedding.
MC had little choice but to relent. It thrilled her to the core to imagine his proposal, their wedding; what it would be like after they were husband and wife. She could wait.
She would wait a lifetime to be married to her true love.
Slowly, her hands reached up, fingers entangling in the lapels of his army coat. MC pulled him down, pressing her lips to his. Their eyes met as the kiss deepened, as if neither wanted to miss a moment of the other. The two only broke apart when they’d become desperate for air.
Fenrir hovered, not wanting to give up that elated feeling washing over him. His breath mixed with hers. “I love ya, MC." He couldn’t say those words enough. The Ace of Spades wanted to shout it from the rooftops and only speak those tender words this close to his beloved at the same time.
“I love you, too, Fen.”
The two stayed there until the early morning, simply being. They exchanged many kisses while cuddling close together. Long and passionate; short and sweet; peppered across the other’s features. On the couch in the office of Black Territory, they whispered words of endearment and shared countless memories in between their inability to stop showering the other with affection.
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cuddletime-blog · 4 years ago
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Shaw’s Birthday Poem (2021)
Happy birthday BabyShaw.
One look at you makes me go aww…
,but then I remember
what sort of mischievous young man
with a wild streak you’ll grow up to be.
Shaw, you tsundere trickster.
      You like teasing me
and giving me a hard time
about this and that, you see.
Each time we meet, it seems
you find me struggling or in danger
in some sort of pinch
full of thrills and action.
You actually still help and save me
so I thank you my Stormy Savior,
but you like to never let me have the last word
and my fill of satisfaction.
      You tease me and taunt me.
You know exactly how to misbehave,
but you also know what to say to keep me
moving forward still at the end of the day.
Yes, you grind my gears,
but you also encourage, motivate,
and teach me to live life on my own terms
and color/spray paint outside the lines.
Happy birthday Shaw, you almost-know-it-all.
I hope you have a great and memorable one.
Thank you for being there for me
when it counts each time.
@stehkotori @kokorokai @birdcopsfangirlsblog @holeinotomemind @cat-eared-journal
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kokorokai · 1 year ago
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A small gift to appreciate my favorite person.
Thank you @ikemenlibrary for everything you do for me, for the times you support me and cheer me up 🩵 I love you, thank you for being my friend
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ikemenlibrary · 10 months ago
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My Ikémen Valentine Gift Exchange Masterlist
Thank you all once again for another great and successful exchange! I can't wait to see you all soon :) <3
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The Gentle Stag Spell of Love | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for keithsandwich
A Sweet Taste | Silvio Ricci x Emma (MC) | by @keithsandwich for goustmilk
Love Letters (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @goustmilk for drachonia
Chocolates & Cake (Artwork) | Jin Grandet x Lenore (OC) | by @drachonia for randonauticrap
Silent Letters to My Beloved | Rio Ortiz x Gender Neutral Reader | by @randonauticrap for coderealizes
A Chance Event | Clavis Lelouch x Female Reader | by @coderealizes for pondlilies00
A Trip Away (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x MC | by @pondlilies00 for maeko-kun
Give Me The Smile in Your Heart (Artwork) | Vlad x MC | by @maeko-kun for tacogawa
Under The Trees (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x Julie (OC) | by @tacogawa for queengiuliettafirstlady
Together | Cyran Rose x AU Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for readerinsertfiction
Fate | Comte de Saint Germain x MC | by readerinsertfiction for ikemenlibrary
Valentines in Wonderland | Luka Clemence x Alice (MC) | by @readerinsertfanfiction for bluejay-writes
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marialenikiforov · 4 years ago
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Daisuzu Snippet 💴⛸️💕
Hey Daisuzu gang! This came out as a silly thought inspired by some of my wife's art @geniusmeemee (please convince her of posting it here). I hope you enjoy it :)
Now that Daisuke and Suzue have less to worry about, Suzue decides to follow up a childhood dream of hers. As her fiancé, Daisuke supports her and makes sure that no one gets in the way.
Sometimes it was hard for Daisuke Kambe to understand his fiancé. Suzue continued to be a box full of surprises. Since the two were younger he found himself accompanying a mesmerized Suzue countless times while she watched figure skating competitions on their huge TV screen.
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"Look! She landed a triple Axel!" Suzue said excitedly as a Russian lady received applauses.
As usual, Daisuke stayed in silence and simply nodded, not being too able to understand the excitement of the girl beside him.
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He could even remember the happy grin on her face when his grandma gave her a pair of skating boots during one of the many Christmas they shared.
Daisuke thought it was only a silly hobby of her, so he never expected to find himself standing at rink side right next to Yakov Feltsman who apparently was one of the best coaches in the world. Only the best for Suzue, of course, since he was her only sponsor.
It happened after those vacations she had by herself, maybe she found herself with extra free time, Daisuke still couldn't understand.
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"Daisuke-sama, I want to take professional figure skating classes." Suzue said nervously during the dinner they shared when she came back. "Of course this won't interfere with my duties. I will keep working for you as I have always done."
Daisuke blinked once, twice, trying to process this crazy request.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
Suzue nodded a few times. A blush was visible on her cheeks, but she still had that fierceful look on her face.
"All right." He simply answered, much to Suzue's excitement.
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Suzue looked beautiful as she spun on the ice with her eyes closed. Her hair was tied up on a ponytail with some rebel hairs falling at the sides of her face. She looked so happy on her new costume, of course Daisuke made sure to hire the best designer for her.
"KAMBE! Your back is not straight! and what was that sloppy double!?" The almost bald coach yelled.
Suzue looked back and Daisuke was able to see that almost disappointed look on her face. He didn't like him one bit. Who did this man thought he was? No one could make Suzue feel like that.
"I'm sorry, I will do it again sir." She said calmly and took back her starting position.
Daisuke narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man with disdain. He still looked like he was smelling shit.
"YOUR LEG! How many times do I have to repeat this?!" Yakov yelled again. "This girl I swear- not even Mila gives me this kind of troubles. She's just too old for this, she can't do triples. Her back isn't trained for this." He said in a lower voice, making notes to himself.
Daisuke felt the anger rising within himself, his usually calm and composed demeanor had switch. He looked visibly pissed.
"How much?" He asked, taking Yakov by surprise. The latter was a few inches taller than him but he didn't feel intimidated by it.
"What?" Yakov groaned.
Daisuke took a wad of cash from his wallet and slapped the Russian with it.
"How much do you want to stop yelling at my fiancé?"
Yakov was too taken aback by the gesture. Not even Victor Nikiforov had ever done something like that.
"I'm paying you to coach her. Not to scream at her. Should I find someone that can do the job without yelling at her?"
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Daisuke helped Suzue into her coat after she got changed into her usual clothes.
"Coach Yakov seemed different today." Suzue commented as they walked out of the building and made their way down the stone steps. "Did you hear something while you watched the practice?"
Daisuke had a smug grin on his face as he offered her his arm to take.
"Nothing to worry about. I'm sure he will behave from now on."
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I hope you guys enjoyed it.😁
I just copy-pasted the users on @kannra21 posts so feel free to ignore this lmao.
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kannra21 · 4 years ago
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Another DaiSuzu one shot 💗
Because @innovativestruggles made a great analysis of Daisuke's trauma and @narcopharmacist pointed out that Suzue is the first and the last person he sees every day, I decided to combine the two thoughts into a mini fic so I hope you enjoy! 😊💞
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Daisuke wasn't the type who paid too much attention to other people's words because his opinion was the only thing that truly mattered. He always kept his strong composure and serious expression of his, but this didn't mean that he wasn't bothered by certain things. Like Kato said, he's just a human after all, although he didn't like to show his weakness to others. It made him feel vulnerable and he hated it. He hated seeing people taking pity on him when he's so strong and so mighty. In the possession of so much money and so much power in this world which he used for good and yet, certain individuals decided to label him as fragile just because he was human and refused to let go of his past. That's why he was denying himself for so long and took pleasure in showing off his wealth, it made him confident again.
He wasn't expecting grandma to be this critical of him when he invited Kato to their residence, she should've at least been grateful for the moon cake he bought from Hong Kong (okay it was Suzue who brought it but it's a shared gift so it's alright). It's true, sometimes he could be straightforward and insensitive, but that was only because he liked having things his way- the money way, and he was more efficient than any other police officer, well, sort of. He couldn't deny that he had his own motives when it came to particular cases, he didn't even consider himself a civil servant in the first place. He became a detective for the sole purpose of finding out the truth about his mother's death 19 years ago. Haru, on the other hand, was a hero and a senior in life. As admirable as he was, the bastard had the nerve to order him around. It was annoying, to say the least. "He's grown up to be somewhat selfish.", "Make sure to refrain from any actions that would trouble your coworkers."
He's tired of their belittling. Maybe he didn't know much about the world outside of his royal (comfort) zone or the fact that he didn't know how to perform basic life tasks as proven at Kato's place. Maybe he's a no one without HEUSC... or Suzue for that matter, but he's trying.
But as much as he's trying he gets mistreated in return like being accused for Imura's or even his mother's death, which was hurtful.
"You believe that everything can be solved with money, and don't care about other people's feelings." Serves him right, he can't really argue with Kato's description of himself.
Having no other choice, he went to sleep that night with all kinds of thoughts plaguing his mind and as much as he tried, he couldn't bring himself to do it and it was despairing. It's not like he didn't have similar problems before, how else would he get dark circles under his eyes if it wasn't for his lack of sleep?
He noticed a dim light coming from the other side of the room and saw Suzue entering quietly, holding a glass of water in her hand and putting it gently on his nightstand not to wake him up. Right, he forgot about it after he finished with his desk work. His mind was probably so hazed with all the negativity from today's day that Suzue's presence instantly calmed him, even if it's just for a little bit, and he couldn't exactly put a finger on why he was feeling this way.
She wore cute pajamas with cat imprints on it and she also had a soft expression on her face. He could also sense a faint fragrance of her shampoo, meaning that she recently took a shower before going to bed. As she was turning around to take her leave, he felt lonely again and didn't want to be left behind with his thoughts. Therefore he decided to do something about it-
"Suzue."
She jumped a little because she didn't expect him to be awake. "Sorry if I woke you up, I won't bother you anymore."
"No, it's okay actually. Would you mind staying here for tonight, that is, if you're okay with it?"
"Is something wrong?"
"I don't want to bother you with my problems but I'd very much appreciate if you joined me."
"... Alright."
She carefully moved the sheets and lay down on the edge of the bed, adjusting herself on the soft mattress.
Daisuke smiled a little, she was really adorable when she acted like this.
"It's okay for you to lie closer, I won't bite." "Are you sure?" "I don't mind. Besides, it must be uncomfortable lying on the edge like this."
This time Suzue shifted closer, laid her head on his extended hand and he pulled the covers over them. She never felt this close to him except for the time when they were hiding from HEUSC, this situation was now less uncomfortable and less stressful. She felt her heart beating so hard but in a positive way and she noticed him leaning his head on hers. Suzue was now so red in the face, the warmth of the sheets, her body pinned close to his and his cologne couldn't give her any peace of mind but his calm breathing soothed her and she tried to relax. Daisuke started off slowly-
"Like I said, I'm not going to bother you with any problems of mine but... I was thinking about everything that happened in the past couple of years and realized that you're the only person I've ever known who understands me and who's not judging me for my ways. Moreover, you're always trying to help me and support me in anything I'm doing and you're never complaining when I go too far. Why are you being so kind towards me? Is it because you have to tolerate me?"
Forget it, Suzue won't be able to calm down anytime soon. Now her heart was beating so hard again and the flush of her cheeks refused to leave her face. She carefully thought out her next words before responding-
"I never cared so much about any other person as I cared about you. You were always important to me and things like this never changed. I took care of you because I wanted to, not because someone told me to. It came pretty natural to me because... I enjoyed being by your side and working with you. It was always a real delight for me to see your content smile whenever I constructed something or made you small gadgets because I knew how happy it made you feel and-"
"Suzue." "Yes?" "Thank you. For everything."
Suzue's face was now whistling like a tea kettle and the poor girl was so confused and flustered.
"W-why are you thanking me?" "Because I feel like I haven't treated you right and you deserve so much more than this." "That's not-" "Yes it's true, please allow me to make up for everything I've missed out on but could have done a long time ago."
Daisuke leaned cautiously and kept his lips inches away from hers as if he was asking for permission and Suzue was so touched by the small but sweet gesture that she teared up a little and kissed him with so much emotion that he couldn't help himself but to return with the same intensity. They were kissing the night away and although Daisuke had lots of things to catch up on, he was glad that Suzue didn't gave up on him and that she was so enormously patient with him.
Suzue was the only person he could show his vulnerabilities to and she was the only person who could bring his walls down.
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sunshinejihyun · 2 years ago
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A Day in the Life
Fandom(s): Genshin Impact, Mystic Messenger, Ikémen Revolution, Ikémen Vampire Pairing(s): Thoma x Unnamed MC, Jumin Han x Unnamed MC, Kyle Ash x Unnamed MC, Napoleon Bonaparte x Unnamed MC, Arataki Itto x Unnamed MC Rating: PG-13 Summary: Explore little snippets of a normal day spent with a different lover for each part of the day. Whether it be tender moments, something silly, or a bit of both, this day is full of love and laughter. Word count: 3.3k
Author’s note: This started out as a birthday present for @kokorokai​ back in June but I suck and didn’t finish it in time. Instead, I’ve evolved it into this, something cute and sweet with a few of her favorite boys instead of choosing only one - too many choices made it so difficult! Kokoro, this is now a present to just thank you for being an amazing person. I’m so happy and lucky to get to have you as someone in my life. Thank you for being you <3
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Early mornings with Thoma were always full of bliss. He had to wake early; Ayato had a specific breakfast he liked and Thoma was all too keen to help fulfill his job. Before he pulled himself from his sleep though, he made sure to pull her close, kiss her on the forehead, and whisper his love  - and his life promises - to her, before sadly extracting himself from the shared body warmth.
“You’re so pretty,” Thoma whispered, his arms wrapping around her waist and bringing her forehead to his lips, gently pressing a kiss there. His sour apple colored eyes were barely open and his voice came out husky, signs that allude to him just recently waking up. “Good morning,”
Thoma’s gentle hands rubbing on her back gently helped rouse her from the deep slumber - not enough to fully wake, but enough for her to hear and process what he was crooning in her ear and bring a soft smile to her face. “Morning,” she replied, burying her head into his neck and relishing in the scent that was so… Thoma. Sweet from the treats Ayato ordered for him while he was out, with a bit of spice - probably from slaving away over the stove during meal times, and sweat; nothing that would be gross, but enough to prove that he did physical labor for a job. 
“Busy day today,” Thoma remarked, absentmindedly twisting her hair with one of his hands. “We have another clan from Fontaine coming to meet with Master Kamisato.” She hummed out to show she was listening; she was - but sleep was still present in her mind and sometimes it took a few moments for her to be ready to converse. “They’re looking to propose a marriage. Fontaine is low on resources that Inazuma is flush with. I’m unsure if Master Kamisato is seriously considering this, or if he’s meeting with them just to entertain the idea and keep in good faith with them.”
She thought for a moment, bringing her head away from the crook of Thoma’s neck and looking around the dark room. Although the moon was still out, the sky was starting to brighten - signaling that Thoma woke at the usual dusk that his body has gotten so accustomed to. “Surely it seems that he’d only be meeting with them to hear them out, not because he’d actually consider marriage. He doesn’t seem to be one who’d marry for convenience.”
“He doesn’t, you’re right. But if he thinks this is what could be best for milady, and give her a better life, he could very well consider it. Joining these two clans would be very beneficial for Fontaine’s side. I think Master Ayato realizes that there’s more benefit for the other side, yet is still able to hear their proposal because he’s so respectable to others.” Thoma breathed out a big sigh, and she felt it stir the hair on her forehead. “I’ll be busy cooking and cleaning all day. I don’t think I’ll be able to see you until dinner, I’m sorry my love. What are your plans?”
She placed her head back on his chest, Thoma’s steady heartbeat lulling her back into a comatose-like state. “I told Yae I’d meet her at the publishing house and help her with photos for new book covers. She said she’d treat me to lunch in return so we will probably go somewhere nicer, knowing her.” She paused, sleep overtaking her body for a moment before waking up enough to give him one last response. “Don’t worry about me, Thoma. You’re a hard worker and you’re dedicated to your job. Focus on that and we will spend time together when we can.” She cut off with a yawn. “Besides, we always have evenings and mornings like this together.”
“In a way,” Thoma remarked with a responding yawn. “I’m grateful for my social status. It allows me to choose who I want to spend the rest of my life with, without any complications. It brings me great joy to know we can be together without any complications if that’s what the both of us choose to do.”
Thoma chuckled as he felt her body leaden and her breathing even out, and he gently slipped out from under her, making sure she was fully covered with the blanket before leaving the room, being extra certain the sliding door doesn’t slam too loud as he left their shared bedroom.
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She awoke mid morning when Jumin stroked her cheek gently, his clean hands smelling of soap and aftershave. He was leaning on his knees, one hand by her head bracing himself up. She sleepily went to rub her eyes, but Jumin caught her hand in his own free one. He instead wiped each eye with his own thumb. A gentle smile played on his lips as he gazed down at her fondly. 
“You’re finally up for real,” he remarked, watching as she raised her arms in a wide stretch. Her silky pajama top looked particularly inviting and Jumin had to stop himself from leaning down and pressing his head into her soft stomach. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had the same idea as the CEO, yet she followed through. Jumping up gracefully on the bed, she went to stand on the woman's stomach, turning around a few times and laying herself down on the warmth. “You fell back asleep so quickly after waking with me this morning.”
“Well, it’s not my fault. You kept me up late last night. I love waking up with you in the morning but if I have the option to sleep some more, I will.” She placed her hand on Elizabeth’s back, her warmth bringing a comforting feeling to the feline. 
Jumin smiled down at his two girls, watching as his wife brushed through his cat’s fur with the utmost care. “How gorgeous,” he murmured, this time reaching out to stroke the woman’s hair. The flush on her cheeks brought out an immense sense of pride and Jumin only hoped that even when they were both old and gray that he would still be able to see the embarrassed blush on her apple red cheeks when he complimented her.
“I was just coming to check on you,” Jumin’s fingers wrapped in her hair now, the scent of the soft conditioner he had ordered specially for her wafted through his nose. It was comforting and he enjoyed the fact that she used it religiously. “You were so beautiful sleeping, I just couldn’t help it.”
Another soft blush crossed her cheeks and she bit her lip, focussing her gaze on the cat in her lap. “You’re supposed to be at work,” she remarked.
Jumin sat down on the bed next to her. It was an odd sight; he, in his striped suit and his legs crossed over the comforter and she in her pajamas, the silky pink tank top and short set contrasting greatly. In a way, this sort of mismatch was like the pair of them: not something that seemingly goes together but when met, they look sort of… comfortable with each other. It was something that usually made Jumin smile.
“Yes, well you weren’t in any of the RFA chat rooms. I wanted to make sure everything was quite alright.” Jumin smiled, leaning over to kiss her nose affectionately. “Instead, I just found a sleeping beauty in my bed.” With a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, his smile caused his eyes to crinkle into a genuine smile. “Such a shame she woke before I could wake her with a kiss.”
She giggled, leaning in to brush her nose against his own, and the butterflies in Jumin’s stomach started flying wild. “Well, you’re more than welcome to give me a good morning kiss instead, maybe it’ll wake me up.” She tried to move her head back, but Jumin set a steady hand on the back of her neck and her breath caught in her throat.
Before she could finish what she was going to say, Jumin easily captured her lips with his own, swallowing her gasp of air as her hands weaved into his hair. 
He would have deepened the kiss, if her movement hadn’t elicited an annoyed meow from Elizabeth the Third. Instead, the pair of them started laughing, their teeth almost crashing into each other as they both broke into a wide grin.
Once they pulled away, Elizabeth jumped in between them, curling in the space between their legs. “Such a spoiled little lady,” Jumin’s fiancée teased before pushing the comforter from her body and moving towards the bathroom off the bedroom. “If you’re free from work for a bit, we could go grab a coffee.”
Although Jumin had work to get back to, he knew he would be able to catch up on that at a later time. Moments like that with his lover was something he never wanted to give up. So he didn’t, and instead went to change into something a bit more casual to wear before calling for his driver.
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Kyle left the coffee shop with a cappuccino foam mustache. After taking an early lunch with his fiancée, Kyle was feeling all warm and fuzzy - and it wasn’t because of the alcohol he had consumed the night before. Their impromptu date was full of giggles, brief touches, and longing glances.
“When we get back to the barracks, what’s next on our list?” Her question was met with her scratching her head in a confused sort of way. 
“I need wrap bandages cut, antiseptic divided out into vials, and for you to give me a big kiss.” Kyle responded, smiling wryly as she looked at him, her eyes wide. 
“Sounds good, I’ll work on the bandages and antiseptic first.” She remarked, joining their hands together and swinging it between their bodies on their walk back. Although it would have been a shorter trip and less exerting on the both of them to take a carriage, yet he enjoyed the fresh air and spending extra time with his lover.
“Make sure to take extra care to do your third job well. We wouldn’t want anyone to end up disappointed.”
She stopped walking, dropping her grip on his hand, her mouth dropping open with it. “That was so not nice. To even insinuate you’d be disappointed with my kisses…” She trailed off before her face brightened up, almost signifying the lightbulb going off in her brain. “I guess I’ll be a slacker today and not complete my jobs.”
“Hey now,” Kyle complained, a frown starting to pull at his lips. “It’s not fair to let people suffer from repercussions based on your actions.” He mock-scolded, his gentle eyes assuring the woman that it was a joke.
She smirked back at him. “Well, my boss should have realized that before he decided to get way too handsy.”
Kyle’s hand shot up, his clumsy fingers catching her chin and causing her eyes to widen in surprise. Leaning down, he came in real close and whispered in her ear. “I don’t recall you complaining about that last night.”
Kyle watched as she bit her lip and he licked his own in response, but before he could lean in to kiss her, she smiled and broke his hold, running off in the direction of the Red Army headquarters.
He stumbled at her sudden movement and Kyle tried to rush behind her, his feet heavy with lead. “Wait for me! You know I’m slow!” Under his breath he started to grumble as he picked up his pace. “This is what I get for joining the army and not doing any training.”
It was all worth it though, because he got to hear her laughing all the way back to the barracks. That was enough to spur him on and try hard to finish his work and enjoy dinner with Blanc, Oliver, Loki, and his fiancée.
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Napoleon returned to the mansion right before dinnertime, the dining room was lively with almost all the mansion’s residents and Le Comte even left his office to join the group, a jolly smile spread across his face, causing his eyes to crinkle with laughter. 
The only ones missing were Napoleon and Isaac, who had gone into the city to spend time teaching the children by the water fountain, and Dazai - who, to be completely honest, didn’t have the best track record for staying in the mansion.
As the woman was loading trays of food onto her cart, Napoleon casually strolled into the kitchen, his heavy jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was glistening with sweat and had a joyous gleam in his eyes. He always looked so proud of himself when he came back from working with the children and it had made his lover’s heart fill with so much happiness she sometimes had to turn away from him to hide the happy tears in her eyes. 
“Welcome back my love,” she greeted as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, his hair damp with sweat brushing the side of her face.
“Today was amazing. One of the kids and I had a sparring match and he actually got some hits in on me. I feel proud.” Napoleon made his way over to the kitchen sink. She watched as he scrubbed his hands with soap, first the inside, then out, then under his fingernails to get all the grime away. It was their normal routine when Napoleon went out; he’d come back right after the sun had started to set, before dinner was served and meet her in the kitchen, he’d greet her with a soft kiss and then go to wash up before helping her bring out all the dinner plates filled with yummy food.
“That sounds lovely,” she replied. As he washed up, she studied him. His strong shoulders, the way his neck looked so delicate peeking out of his shirt. He was the perfect mixture of strong and soft; it was something she loved greatly about him.
Napoleon turned around, a bright grin on his face as his eyes met her own. “I’m hungry, let's get the food out to everyone?” She nodded and he gently bumped her away from the cart with his own hip. She followed behind him carrying a tray full of blanc and rouge hurrying in front to open the doors to the dining room before he could crash the cart into them instead, something that she could see almost playing out in her head as vividly as it would happen in real life.
Sebastian met them in the dining hall, refusing to start serving everyone until Napoleon took a seat, and then Sebastian set her with the same look and had her easing into the seat next to Napoleon in record time. She felt soft fingers wrap around her own and she smiled at her lover, his familiar touch comforting her after a long day. 
“So,” Le Comte had brought his hands together and called the attention of the residents at the table. “No one is leaving here until they share one thing about their day. Yes, including you Sebastian. Leonardo,” he fixed his gaze on his oldest companion. “Would you care to start?” Leonardo rolled his eyes, mumbled something about Comte really acting like a father this evening, but nonetheless went and talked about his day. 
It went like that for everyone in the mansion, they’d share and look to the person next to them with curiosity. But regardless, Napoleon’s eyes were locked on the woman the entire time and she had to bite down on her lip to suppress the smile threatening to widen her cheeks.
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They settled down in his bed after dinner, Itto’s strong arms wrapped around her, her head resting on his chest right above his heart. He was warm, almost too warm to the point where she was uncomfortable, yet refused to get up because that would mean leaving the solace that was his arms at the end of a long day. 
He was poorly humming a song, one that she’d heard Yun Jin perform as well back in Liyue and she couldn’t help but wonder if that’s when he heard it - when he was visiting Liyue with Shinobu, before everything with the chasm had happened. His eyes were shut and one hand was resting gently on her back, the other stroking gently through her hair. 
“You seem sleepy tonight,” he noted, a hint of a whine in his voice.
“I am,” she remarked, moving to rest her chin on his chest so she could get a better look at him.
Itto peeked one eye open lazily and a smile slowly worked its way across his face. “Too tired to give me a kiss like you promised?”
She raised one eyebrow skeptically. “If i remember correctly, you didn’t get a kiss earlier because you were being whiny.”
Itto pouted, his eyes opening fully to try and give her the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. “But-but! I didn’t whine at all during dinner. I was a good boy. Can I pretty please get my kiss now?” His bottom lip was jutting out obscenely and she bit her own to keep her laughter at bay. “Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeeeee?”
“Hmm,” she sat up, tapping on her chin questioningly. “You think you earned it?”
“Of course I did,” a confident look crossed his face and she actually let her smile slip this time. “I told you I was a good boy. If you don’t believe me we can ask Shinobu.” Itto went to cup his hands around his mouth. “SHINO-”
“Itto enough!” The woman laughed out, grabbing at his hands to silence him. “I believe you!”
Itto’s laughter mixed in with hers until they were both leaning on each other, giggles wracking their whole bodies. His radiant heat against her shoulder was comforting and the moment they made eye contact, she saw his eyes soften. 
Reaching up, she brushed a few stray pieces of hair from his eyes and when she went to move away, Itto grabbed her wrist, keeping her hand gently placed on his neck as his hands found her waist. With ease, he picked the woman up, pulling her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Their chests were pressed tightly together and their giggles had stopped - both of them just looking at the other like they were the only thing that mattered in the world. 
Without saying anything, Itto leaned in and captured her lips with his own, his tongue licking at her lips impatiently. He wanted more, more of her touch, more of her scent, more of her taste. She was intoxicating and he just wanted to melt into her, until they were mismashed into one. 
She all too willingly let his tongue meddle with her own, the taste of him just as intoxicating to her as she was to him.
Itto’s hands slipped under her shirt, and despite him being tough and powerful, his movements were surprisingly graceful. She quivered under his touch as she felt his nails scratch lightly on her stomach - not even enough to leave a mark, but something to bring a seed of want to form at the pit of her stomach. While his hands were busy exploring her bare skin under her shirt, she was tugging gently on his hair, urging him to continue with each movement. Itto let out a particularly loud moan as her hand brushed against his horn and she smiled against his lips. “Very good boy,” she teased at the sound and he leaned down to bite on her neck playfully.
“Would a good boy do this?” Itto asked, using his nails to rip the flimsy shirt she was wearing and exposing her bare skin to the cool night air. 
“Absolutely not, “ she said, shrugging out of the trashed garment. “But that’s why I love you.”
He grinned, moving in to suck kisses and marks onto her unblemished skin, only stopping to whisper an, “I love you more,” into her warm and flushed skin. 
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