#mild spice

[accio-bagel]

Blindfold

I’ve been sitting on this for weeks and I’m so excited to finally share my digital painting for Garreth Weasley Fest 2024 ❤️ My prompt was Blindfold. Whoever submitted that one, I hope I did you proud!

Huge thanks to @cuffmeinblack and @ellivenollivander for organizing the fest! It was a great way to push myself to try some new things, a nice excuse to stare at his face, and an absolute pleasure to hang out with the Garreth Girlies (yes this is gender-inclusive) on the Weasley Discord.

[foxglovecove]

Nice quiet moment for da boys

[mahoganyrust]

Jack only takes off the neckerchief for one purpose.

Don't tell the church or they'll put me back in the cooler.

[pressplay-if]

when they were in the band and/or now, Is there a fantasy/something the ROs would have wanted to do with/to MC both SFW and NSFW?

a couple come to mind!

Zima has daydreamed about what it would be like meeting MC again. They imagined what it would be like now that they're all grown-up and hot. In the present day, it's kind of the same. A previously romanced Zima will think about what it would have been like, had their relationship worked out, and if they could have had a "normal" life together. A part of them really wanted that, even though they're quite happy with what they've got.

Stevie sometimes fantasizes about MC just suddenly snapping their head around and looking at her like they've just woken up and then stumble over their words as they confess their undying love for her. And then preferably sweep things off a table and hoist her onto it to kiss her. Which is difficult because she's very tall, but in her daydream, it always works.

Angel only ever daydreams about new strats. He's very boring in that regard, so if it ever comes to anything romantic between him or MC, there has to be a realistic chance of something happening between him and them for Angel to actually develop any kind of fantasies. But he'd very much like to do some scandalous stuff if it ever comes to it. Also, he would really like it if one day, MC would just walk over to him on stage and ind of pull him into this super intense kiss. It'd be incredibly satisfying to him bc it'd be this big admission that MC is involved with him. Like, everyone wants MC but he's the one who actually has them, you know.

Bonus; if he's in a poly with Stevie: He's always wanted to know if he could wear her ultra long hair like a scarf. (It's actually rly crispy bc of her hair gel, but he doesn't know that.)

Vaguely spicy below cut bc Lin being Lin.

Lin has... a host of fantasies. Most of which are NSFW or NSFL, depending on your "pain" threshold. Oh it's nothing special, just MC trampling them or inserting various things into various orifices. Or MC tying them up and just keeping them bedbound for a whole day. Or MC biting them rly deeply somewhere and leaving a mark.

[seeminglydark]

Whoa, yeah Kickstart my heart, give it a start!

The centerfold! (clothed version, the alt version will be on patreon.) Freshly famous, freshly top-surgery'd GasCo Era Caro ready to bench press you, mothman ink isnt done yet, only outlines, and everytime they do a shoot, everyone insists they wear the snapback. Why is this one Johns fave? Cuz its so clear they are having a great time posing with their bike, Kasper, 80's power ballads playing in the background, and that this person is super comfortable in their skin and happy.

Caro Greene is from my comics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal, an answer to this cute mini comic i did a few days ago <3

[hazieash]

Ruthari mild spice

[starrcrossrose]

Tender Moments || Comfort (Mild Spice Below)

I’m saying “screw it” and posting this older art.

Some stuff that's a little more spicy under the cut.

Buuuuut I genuinely am so soft for them and they are very soft with each other and understand each other and seek comfort from one another I AM SIIIIIICK *sobs* I have been contemplating just how much I can share with y'all but I just want to share some stuff so badly so I'm saying heck it we ball. I hope you guys enjoy.

This is just a concept anyway

Really Usagi just wants cuddles and kisses and gentle touch. He’s hurt and he's tired and he's homesick and Leo is the closest thing he has to a friend (they ARE friends — definitely way more than that emotionally, tbh — they just won't admit it out loud) since he's been away from home for soooo long by this point. Idk man. My feelings are vast.

[jazessimpcave]

💋Kisses with Mr.Villain💋

🐼 Never in public, unless it's a cheek kiss

🐼 He loves kissing your hand when you place it near his face

🐼 The first kiss with him is clumsy and he accidentally bites your lip (if you like it, let him know)

🐼 Once he understands how kissing works for humans, he wants to give you one every time he comes home to you.

🐼 His soft kisses are like pillows, he breathes lightly, his heart rate is steady and he keeps his hair in his face. No tongues, but he pulls your waist toward him so he can keep you close. (Remind him to let you breathe)

🐼 His more intense kisses are just that. Intense. You never realize how long his tongue is until it's deep in your mouth. He's breathing heavily, enjoying your reactions and pushes you down on the couch. His hands are either on the small of your back or on either side of you while his chest keeps you pinned. You may hear whimpers or growls, and more of his true form may emerge if you rile him up. He stops before it escalates 😶

🐼 Neck kisses are his favorite, so he'll bend down and indirectly ask you to do it.

🐼 Don't bite him on any place you kiss without letting him know you're about to do it. He bites back as an impulse and it hurts, unless...that's your thing 😉

🐼 Goodnight kisses aren't mandatory, but he will nuzzle you and headbutt you if he really wants one.

🐼 Unless you ask for them, he won't give you surprise kisses. All of them must have a purpose. However there may be a rare moment when he does do it out of nowhere.

[tamagoneko]

babygirl deserves each and every smooch u3u

.. wasn't sure if i wanted to post this here but it's just a boy getting kisses so it's fine

[sliebman10]

Recovery

(Brought to you by #remus lupin's nonexistent refractory period)

They broke apart, both trying to catch their breath. Sirius pulled Remus toward him, until they were twined together even though they were both sweaty. They didn’t talk, just held each other and breathed each other in until their heart rates slowed.

“Should clean up,” Sirius said into Remus’s neck, but making no move to do so.

Remus obliged by reaching for his wand and casting a cleaning spell on both of them. A shower was really better, but there was not way either of them were moving at the moment in their hazy, sleepy afterglow. 

Sirius was almost asleep when he felt Remus kiss his neck and hook his leg around his hip. 

Sirius chuckled. “Again, Moony?”

“Why not?” Remus murmured.

“I think I need a little more recovery time, love,” Sirius said. “But I will make it up to you.”

Word Count: 142

@wolfstarmicrofic

[lunarflux]

my dark companion (cont)

aemond targaryen x fem!reader

genre—smut, dark romance song inspo—sleep token - chokehold summary— Aemond indulges in his twisted desires with a woman who knows his every need. They meet in secret, their passion driven by his anger and her willingness to submit to his painful advances. Aemond craves her, yet despises the intimacy that follows. He questions why she always returned to him, knowing that she did not love or care for him. The cycle of desire and anger persists, leaving him yearning for more, caught in a tormented state until their next encounter. note: just like... a touch of smut (no, the second half is def smut). Takes place right after Rooks Rest.

After Aemond departed on Vhagar, Alicent found Adiel in his apartment. She was reading, as expected, and did not appear to be surprised at the visitor. Alicent sat beside her, forcing a smile.

“Are you well?”

Adiel grinned as she closed her book, “Quite. Though I’m sure my Queen is anxious at the thought of her son going to a battle.”

“Aemond can take care of himself,” Alicent nodded.

“Then what brought upon this sudden visit?”

Alicent didn’t know how to prod further about the nature of Adiel and Aemond’s relationship. Knowing now that Aegon had known about Aemond’s whereabouts in Flea Bottom, she now had more questions than before, though she knew neither of her sons would willingly give her the answers she desired.

Adiel waited patiently, folding her hands in her lap, “Something troubles you. Is it Aemond? Or His Grace, perhaps?”

“My sons have had a complicated relationship since infancy.”

“And yet, they still became men.”

Alicent almost scoffed.

“The King is bothered by me, is he not?” Adiel tilted her head in speculation.

Alicent, despite knowing better, was still surprised.

“The childish actions of a boy blessed with a crown do not concern me, my Queen. I am simply air in a space his lungs cannot reach—silent and out of the way, and yet my very existence bothers him.”

“Adiel, you are as unfamiliar to the King as you are to me. Lord Larys heard nary a whisper of you around the Keep, and you should know that is not common,” she pinched the bridge of her nose, “You must see how we might have questions”

“I would find it peculiar if you didn’t.”

“You didn’t seem… particularly happy when presented with Aemond’s proposal,” Alicent started as she recalled the uncomfortable conversation, “And yet, my son seems… comfortable.”

“I wasn’t happy,” Adiel replied simply.

“Is this all a trick, then?”

“What?”

“You playing the role of a dutiful wife. Tending to his needs, filling his bed,” Alicent looked about the room, finding it to be pristine and put together.

Adiel’s laugh never sat right with Alicent’s stomach. Something about the way she reacted seemed so unusual, “He merely changed his position on the board, and it was one I was not familiar with.”

“So, it’s a game… You don’t love him.”

“Do you care if I love him?”

Alicent stared. Truthfully, yes, she cared. Though it seemed as if this was the first time she experienced this level of concern for the younger boy in some time.

“If that is the answer you’re searching for, then yes, I do love him. Only perhaps, it is not the love most people are familiar with.”

“I don’t understand.”

Adiel leaned forward, her eyes narrowing in thought, “He was always so sad.”

“Sad?”

“Could you not tell? Aemond speaks a language only I understand.”

“High Valyrian—”

“—Pain,” Adiel’s eyebrows furrowed, “His Grace might find himself if he found a woman who speaks that language.”

“Aegon is childish. Almost cruel, but he is more so ignorant.”

“Have you ever once tried to speak to your sons’ pain?” She asked suddenly, “Aemond’s only fault was that he let me see it once… The disappointment in his face that others overlooked. It only took a second for me to see what he needed. It wasn’t just a body in his bed—it was a recipient of his anger. An empty room to scream his pain—cast it out to the silence.

“A body that feels nothing is the only remedy for a soul that feels everything. I could not tell you which of us is the other. Only that he soon found himself whole. A man’s power resides, not in his loins, but in his awareness of his needs. He found what he needed, and I held it—dangled it in front of his face until it drove us both mad.”

Alicent’s face slowly twisted at her words, “That is not love, Adiel.”

“Is it not?” Adiel chuckled, “To desperately need someone, finding solace only in their touch—to bear all. Body, soul, shame, and all else we hold dear. I laid myself before him, and it was he who deemed me valuable. Love is a choice, my Queen. I chose him.”

“But are you sure he would choose you?”

“That… Is only something Prince Aemond would know. And I have yet to question otherwise,” Adiel smiled once more. “What is the reason you doubt your son’s intentions?”

“Aemond is… He’s detached,” Alicent tried to reason, “I’m sure you know what happened at Storm’s End. He already turned his back on his obligations with this marriage. You must understand why we have our suspicions.”

“Suspicions are normal when you don’t see things clearly, my Queen.”

Alicent sneered, almost finding the comment insulting.

“I see Aemond for what he is,” Adiel sat back again, “Do you?”

The elder continuously found herself speechless especially when faced with a foreign logic.

“I see a king trapped in a Prince’s body. A dragon imprisoned in a rider. I saw a boy’s pain turn into a man’s rage,” Adiel lowered her voice, “I cannot say the same for the others in this court. I do not control what I can see and what they cannot. Willful blindness is a deadly fault that isn’t easily unlearned.”

—

Aemond left Vhagar on the shores, quietly pushing passed the King’s Guard and to his apartment. There, Adiel sat by the fire, near sleep but still waiting for his return. She stirred as he shut the door, and the scent of dragon fire and smoke emitted from his coat. He approached her slowly, but she turned before he could reach her. The fatigue on her face left her eyes narrowed, drowsy but alluring.

He held out his hand, and she rose.

Adiel reached for the grayed streaks in his hair as the aroma of soot reached her.

“Not a scratch,” she hummed, running her fingers down his face before undoing the top knot on his jacket.

Aemond grabbed her wrist, holding it away. He stepped forward until Adiel’s back hit the wall. His grip tightened, and suddenly she felt his free hand around her neck.

“Down,” his eye bore into her, closer and closer, “On your knees.”

Aemond released his grip, and she lowered herself. She gazed upward as he undid his coat, casting it away before undoing his shirt. He ran his fingers through her hair before taking a fistful, pulling her head back to see him clearly as he continued to undress.

A gruff, deep groan pushed up passed his throat when her lips wrapped around his already engorged member. The sounds of her labored breaths each time his cock hit the back of her throat, knocking her back against the wall so she had nowhere else to turn, clouded over his mind, replacing all that had occurred hours before. He held himself inside her, feeling the trembles of her tongue as she struggled to breathe. Adiel held herself steady against his thigh until he pulled back, and she gasped with tears running down her cheeks.

Aemond forced her up.

It hadn’t been long since they’d last hungrily taken each other, but she could feel there was something different.

His eye flickered down as he cast away the leather patch to reveal the sapphire beneath, “Take it off.”

The switch was so subtle. Where his anger might have led him to push her onto his bed and take her without hesitation, it was only his command she chose to oblige to. She undid the ties on her dress, slowly—painfully slowly, and once she was bare, she led him to their bed. She leaned back and parted her legs.

Aemond positioned himself, but when Adiel thought he she would feel him, she sat up. He eased her back down with a slight shake of his head, “Patience.”

Adiel understood as he lowering himself until the scent of her enveloped him. When his tongue met her folds, she moaned, and her legs trembled at the sensation. As soon as she did, he stopped, staring at her until she bit her lip.

Silence.

Aemond placed his hands on her thighs and pulled her closer, so that she had no choice but to rest her legs on his shoulders as he continued—his lips rhythmically moving up and down, sipping every drop of her until it dripped down his chin. When her back arched, he released her, keeping her on the edge of sanity.

Adiel ached, and she did all she could to keep from twisting and writhing in the absence of his touch. Aemond placed his finger just above her lips, then trailed his hand down the curve of her chest, hovering so she could only feel the faintest bit of warmth.

“Aemond—”

“—I said, patience.”

Adiel did as she was told. He stood before her just watching as her chest rose and fell while the agony slowly washed over her face. He wanted to see her crave him until she went mad, to want him and then feel the pain of withdrawal.

Without taking his gaze off her, his fingers teased her core, one finger at a time dragging against her clit. She whimpered, closing her legs, but he forced her knees apart, holding one leg down to the bed as he continued. Mercilessly, twisting and turning, dipping into her core only for a moment, Aemond watched her struggle to hold back her moans until tears trickled down her cheeks.

He held out his hand and beckoned her. She met his fingers, taking them in her mouth. He stroked her hair gently and nodded at her obedience.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.

“I—” Adiel struggled to catch her breath, “Please.”

“No,” he wrapped his fingers around her neck, “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me—please—”

Aemond squeezed tighter until the air caught in her throat, “Who do you belong to?”

“You—”

“—Who do you belong to,” he repeated.

“I belong to you, my Prince—”

“—King,” he grunted, roughly plunging his fingers deep inside her, “You belong to me.”

“—Yes,” she furiously nodded in between whimpers, “Yes, my King—”

Aemond threw her down, taking her fiercely without hesitation. He pinned her waist down, and with each thrust of his hips, the bed creaked beneath them. Adiel could no longer hold back her pleas, desperately clawing at his back. He grunted against her neck with her sweet cries fueling his motions.

He turned her over, arching her back, ruthlessly using her until he felt her push back into him.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Aemond pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her chest. He sank his teeth down into the base of her neck as her walls clenched around him. She purred in pleasure, trembling and shaking, but he didn’t stop until he was finished. Over and over, his hips pounded against her. Blood dripped down her chest, and her faint mews fueled him to continue.

Adiel held his hips, guiding him as his motions grew erratic. She whispered breathlessly, “Cum for me, my King.”

Aemond arms tightened around her, a drawn-out husky groan erupting from his throat as he emptied himself deep into her core. He held her as he caught his breath, peppering her neck with his lips. He rested his forehead against her back before falling back onto the bed. Adiel laid down beside him, kissing his chest.

“My King?”

Aemond sighed. He pulled her close to him again, and the affection in his kiss felt like nothing before. When he pulled back, he looked up at the ceiling, carefully searching for his words, “Aegon is injured.”

Adiel sat up, looking at him with concern, “What do you mean? His Grace was at Rooks Rest?”

“That fool showed up with Sunfyre.”

“I don’t understand,” she shook her head, “Are you saying he might pass?”

He turned to face her, resting his head on his arm, “Not just yet. Though, he may be unwell for some time.”

“And what of his condition?”

“Dragon fire is deadly.”

Adiel knew without him needing to say anything else, “And you will rule in his stead?”

Aemond pulled her back to his chest. He stroked her hair softly, humming until he found the proper way to answer her question.

“So you will sit upon the Iron Throne…”

“For now.”

[m00nkissedlover]

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[foxglovecove]

Newt lost his, uh, yeah his pen in Hermann’s pants, he’s just trying to find it is all *nod*

[sundaysconsort]

Entry : 001 | " Fantastic " Pairing : Aventurine | Oc! Shadow (@aventurineswife) Information : The aftermath of two fractured souls finding solace in the storm. It rains in Penacony for the sake of theatrics... Word count is around 1.5k. Pardon any error, I'm beyond rusty. Also my first fic of Shadow, and Aventurine... Agh. Lets just get on with the story! Tags : Mutual Pinning Mention, Slow Burn, Fluff, Romance, Intimacy, Emotional Healing, Comfort, Intimacy, Reflection, Reminiscing, French kiss, Hair tug, Mild spice.

“You’re an idiot,”

Her voice echoes in his mind, a bittersweet melody leaving an aftertaste on the tongue upon their departure. A sense of longing envelopes his body, leaving a chill in its absence. Aventurine couldn't help but wonder if they had advanced any further. Would he have had an opportunity to taste something sweeter?

And I'm thinking of you Well, I might be higher than God (Higher than God) Feeling strange 'bout the way we left things in the back of the car (Back of the car)

Allowing the ghost of a laugh to rumble from his throat, he'd comb a hand through his hair, drenched after his lapse in the rain. If he takes a step forward now, would she be there? He wouldn't doubt her to expect his inevitable return, Or perhaps, he's the only fool standing on his own in such unruly conditions.

The young man would pivot on his foot, turning to the direction whence he came. Oh, how her tone softened while maintaining a firm assertiveness in its wake. He cherished that woman's voice.

Far too smitten for his own good, it was frightening.

“I’ve been called worse.”

Mm, can't believe that I'm in pain I need to disassociate I just wanna be a good passenger

“And you’ll be called worse again if you don’t stop talking and kiss me already,” she said, her voice trembling, but her gaze steady.

Aventurine froze, the sound of rain muffled. Her words repeated once more in his mind.

"-kiss me already,"

His limbs began to thaw at the sight of her subtle smile, a smile that reached her eyes; filled with sweet intent. Unable to resist, his trembling hands cup her face desperately, pulling her into a kiss that was anything but cautious. It was messy, full of what he had hidden in the depths of his heart.

He recalled how Shadow’s fingers found their way towards the collar of his shirt, gripping the material as if anchoring herself to him. Both were caught in an ocean made of their hearts conjoined adoration.

The way his hand made its way to her hair, while the other cradled her cheek tenderly. A contrast against their heated connection between lips, a fight for dominance, where there is no loser. He once dreamed of this, quickly disciplining himself for ever allowing such ideals to creep into his mind,

What about now?

Why can't he pull away?

By now, the couple found themselves tangled in a heated session of lips and tongue, soaked by the ongoing downpour of rain.

I'm feeling fantastic, I'm fucking fantastic I wanna get drunk and watch American classics Drink champagne out of plastic Don't you want someone crazy like me, babe? I'm feeling amazing, I'm fucking amazing I'm high as a kite, I'm sat here picturing you naked You just have to take it If you want someone crazy like me, babe

“Taking two steps backward, n' two steps forward in suit, they refused to let go of each other. Her hand clutched the material of his expensive shirt, pulling him in deeper than what she believed was possible.

Shadow would soon feel a hard surface beneath her figure, what felt like solid stone, somewhat slick from the rain. Leaning back against it for support, she'd feel a knee press between her legs by Aventurine to stabilize himself. Accidentally gripping her hair tighter than he had anticipated at the moment, eliciting a moan in disapproval from her throat.

Opening her eyes with a half-hearted glare, she'd end up pulling away with a flushed expression. Unable to process the way her heart fluttered. A string of saliva connecting the two of their lips remained, snapping as she jerked her head aside. The eyes find interest in their surroundings while the two of them pant like they have traversed the entire world and then some.

"...haah. Haha..."

Boyish laughter escapes the man above her, uncharacteristically soft. One so genuine it kept her lips sealed momentarily. Reminding her of the sweet boy she once knew so well... she'd murmur reminiscently, without much thought. Her consciousness weakened after their kiss.

I be thinking about you While you're down there being a doll It's either a curse or a blessing Every time that you call, oh

"Ka...Kakavasha," Shadow breathes, staggered.

"Ah ah ah. Sweetheart, what did I say about using such a name..?"

Using a hand to roll her gaze back towards him, he'd lean his forehead against her own. Shadow whispers a saddened apology, or rather, she attempts to. Only for a finger to press against her lips, ultimately cutting her off. Her eyes widened at the underlying message, his intense gaze meeting her own.

"Your hair is awfully tousled, yet you remain the most stunning piece of art in this sweet dream of ours. So sickeningly alluring, I simply... can not get enough. Such high stakes... and unsurprisingly a high reward as well..."

Mm, can't believe that I'm in pain I need to disassociate I just wanna be a good passenger

Without much thought, Aventurine's feet lead him astray. Returning to the same location he and Shadow made out, Avgin eye's survey the area.

The handsome young man couldn't avoid his own disappointment flushing out any hope that she'd have stayed, his ears met with the distant hum of music n' cheers in the dead of night. Nothing more.

"-this woman..."

What has become of him? No longer the same man who first dedicated himself to this grand mission for Penacony. Hell to making discoveries on the Oak family, this dream had become one undeniably attractive so long as Shadow remained inside it.

Just who is he?

Who is Kakavasha?

Aventurine's thoughts struggle to move on from the name Shadow whispered so sweetly, reminding him of the taste lingering against his tongue. He'd lift a hand to his lips in response, gently brushing his swollen lips against the pad of each finger as if to relive the experience. Their tongues intertwined in a heated dance for dominance, a battle she succumbed to almost immediately.

How cute.

Each figure breathes unsteadily, exchanging oxygen like a lifeline.

“You’re my favorite gamble,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “And for once, I’m not afraid to lose.”

Shadow smiled, a small, hesitant curve of her lips that melted his heart. Her eye's noted each detail of his face, from the pink hue in his cheeks down to the hair stuck fast against his skin. He was handsome, a fact everybody knew. This position reminded her once again.

“Good,” she murmurs. “Because I’m not letting you run again.”

He chuckled, the sound soft and full of relief. “Deal.”

"Tomorrow then..? It's quite unpleasant standing in soaked clothes..." The woman's voice is timid, endearing, and genuine. Hesitant to end their moment,

Aventurine would pick up on this subtle detail.

"Haha, of course. Who would I be to pass up such a pretty lady's desire?"

I'm feeling fantastic, I'm fucking fantastic I wanna get drunk and watch American classics Drink champagne out of plastic Don't you want someone crazy like me, babe? (Crazy like me) I'm feeling amazing, I'm fucking amazing I'm high as a kite, I'm sat here picturing you naked You just have to take it (Take it) If you want someone crazy like me, babe

"…Kakavasha!"

A familiar voice would ensue, startling the young man. He'd whip his head around, feeling a warmth envelope his figure, a sudden impact forcing him to step back. His arms settling on the young woman's hips,

"…Shadow? Sweetheart, what in the world are you thinking? Standing out in the rain for so long? Here I thought you were smarter than that-"

"…You've grown predictable." Shadow would quip, pressing her body against his unapologetically. Refusing to make eye contact with the man, she'd nuzzle her nose in the crevice of his neck. A smile tugged at her lips.

"Oh, Have I now?" Aventurine questioned with a quirk in his expression, his tone filled with false security. Feeling cracks of vulnerability escape through tension. Struggling to maintain his composure,

This is so unlike him.

And I'm thinking of you Well, I might be higher than God

So unlike Aventurine.

"...I knew the moment we said goodbye, you'd return. You... Kakavasha... you're that kind of person."

"...I'm not him, Shadow-" Aventurine retorts, his grip firm, squeezing her in an attempt to get his message through to her. The hitch in his breath told,  

"Then why respond to that name?! If you are somebody else... why?" Shadow croaks in the warmth of his neck, her body quivering helplessly. Unable to contain her frustration,

"Shadow...-" Aventurine attempts to reinforce his argument, only for the young lady to lift her head and pull him to eye level with her. Staring at him with a fire he hadn't experienced in a long time,

"No. You talk far too much... your showing up was all the confirmation I needed. Kiss me, Kakavasha."

And he would comply.

Fin.

[seeminglydark]

Boys being Dudes

Mick and Reggie are from my webcomic Seemingly Dark

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Hello!! For the sentence starters, could you do ler cherry blossom x reader with "and what do we have here?" pls? I hope you're having a lovely day <33

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Ooooo, Cherry!!! I really like him- he's just LOVELY! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D I hope you have a lovely day yourself! :D

CW: potential spice, some suggestiveness

“Like this?” You asked, suddenly unsure about your posture. Before, calligraphy didn’t seem all too difficult. Now that you’re actually sitting there, brush in hand and hovering over the ink, your anxieties come flooding back to get you.

“Hm. Not quite.” Cherry’s voice was hushed as he came behind you, his arms guiding yours. His touch alone was enough to send tingles across your skin. “You’d want to hold it just like this…”

You nodded at his instruction, hoping you didn’t seem too distracted. He smelled like expensive cologne and sakura petals, his hands warm and strong against your own. You felt yourself grow warm at how close he was.

“There. Give it a try.” He whispered in your ear. The gesture you were sure was meant to be sensual, but it made you twitch and drop your brush with an embarrassing squeak.

Silence. Then..

“And what do we have here?” He sounded so smug now- making your heart race and your anticipation skyrocket. He leaned in, cupping your ear and whispering. “Are you perhaps ticklish, (Y/N)?”

“Ah-Aahhaha!” You twitched, unable to decide on falling forward or back. Cherry decided for you, wrapping his arm around your waist as he carried on whispering nonsense against your ears. “K-Kahhahharou! Aheahhahahaha, it tihiihihckles!”

“So it seems.” He kissed the shell of your ear, worsening your state. “I wouldn’t have guessed my beloved would be so sensitive~”

“Ahehahahhaha! Gehahhaa! K-Kahhaharou!” As if he couldn’t make you feel warmer! You hid your dumb grin in your hands as you shrugged your shoulders, trying to put distance between your ears and him. “Cohohohome ohohohon- whhahat hahahappened to the cahhahaligrahahhaphy!”

“We can practice that later.” He gently blew on your ear, making you squeal and arch. “Right now, I wish to study a new topic. I want to see just how many noises I can get you to make.”