#musical bud of the white rose

[empty-movement]

Bud of the White Rose: EVERYTHING

HEY. HI. VANNA HERE. Yes, I've seen the countless messages, mostly on Tumblr, begging for links to download the musical, a static accessible copy of the script, and lyrics in Japanese for the main banger, Absolute Darkness: The Rose Garden.

I've procrastinated on this for many reasons! The script was worked out live in the subtitles, making it...kinda hard to translate back into a normal format. Thanks Notepad++ as always for that one. Also, I've felt like I should make a website for this content, and I still think that, but it also has impeded my sharing the content, and that sucks. But you know what? WE HAVE A FORUM. And unlike Discord, this will be archived and permanent! (Yes, I will do the 2019 Black Rose one as well, gimmie time)

2018's Musical Utena ~ Bud of the White Rose: Script & Everything Else!

(Oh, did you want the 2019 Blooming Rose of Deepest Black? Made that post too!!)

Ok fine, I know most of you want the banger lyrics and are too lazy to click for the thread:

M6: Absolute Darkness: The Rose Garden (plays after Saionji loses the duel) (Note, the romanization is via google, though I did check that it sounded right! The Japanese is from the program book.)

WAKABA: Wrapped in a nostalgic fragrance…​ 懐かしい香りに包まれた​ Natsukashii kaori ni tsutsuma reta​ NANAMI: …sealed with the wax crest of a red rose, a formal invitation arrives.​ 赤い薔薇の刻印に 飾られた招待状​ Akai bara no kokuin ni kazara reta shoutaijou​ MIKI: A white rose is pinned to the chest, this becomes the target.​ 胸に差した白き 薔薇を目印にして​ Mune ni sashita shiroki bara wo mejirushi ni shite​ JURI: The desperate search for you, a pursuit that begins on the night of the ball.​ 君を探し求める 舞踏会の夜​ Kimi wo sagashimotomeru budoukai no yoru​ SAIONJI: A heavy gate opens… and then! The sharp point of a sword—​ 重い扉は開き 鋭き剣先は​ Omoi tobira ha hiraki surudoki kensaki ha​ TOUGA: …plucks at the strings of destiny, and the music swells…​ 運命の音楽つま弾く​ Unmei no ongaku tsumabiku​

EVERYONE: The two of you begin to dance, and before long hurt one another.​ 君と君を求む者が舞う やがて互いを傷つける​ Kimi to kimi wo motomu mono ga mau yagate tagai wo kizutsukeru​ EVERYONE: A dance turned to a duel. Just like puppets…​ 決闘と化し まるで人形のように​ Kettou to kashi marude ningyou no you ni​ EVERYONE: …at the mercy of a god’s rhythm, two shadows suspended in absolute darkness.​ 神のリズムに翻弄される 漆黒に浮かぶ 二人の影​ Kami no rizumu ni honrou sareru shikkoku ni ukabu futari no kage​ EVERYONE: The rose garden… And you — the Bride.​ 薔薇の花園 花嫁の君​ Bara no Hanazono hanayome no kimi​ ANTHY: When the rose petals are scattered…​ 輪のバラの散らされた (As in the program, but not accurate to the sung lyric, which I will use from here on.)​ 一輪の薔薇の散らされた (Accurate to the lyrics, credit to barafubuki's initial Japanese script)​ Ichirin no bara no chirasa reta ​ ANTHY: …you turn up your face to the heavens…​ 天空を見上げれば​ tenkuu wo miagereba​ UTENA: …and there you see the illusory castle that will descend, someday.​ 幻の城いつか御許に 舞い降りる​ Maboroshi no shiro itsuka mimoto ni maioriru​

EVERYONE: At the mercy of a god’s rhythm, two shadows suspended in absolute darkness.​ 神のリズムに翻弄される 漆黒に浮かぶ 二人の影​ Kami no rizumu ni honrou sareru shikkoku ni ukabu futari no kage​ EVERYONE: The rose garden… And you — the Bride.​ 薔薇の花園 花嫁の君​ Bara no Hanazono hanayome no kimi​ EVERYONE: We’ll never be separated again!​ 二度と離さない…​ Nidoto hanasanai…​

M25: Absolute Darkness: The Rose Garden ~ Reprise ​ NANAMI: Grasping for control…​ 狂わされた運命​ Kuruwasareta unmei ​ MIKI: …of a mad fate…​ 支配された​ shihai sareta​ NANAMI: …a spirit bound without hope…​ 魂縛り付けて​ Tamashii shibaritsukete ​ MIKI: …to a vast world of emptiness.​ 広がる虚無の世界​ hirogaru kyomu no sekai​ SAIONJI: There in the smoldering fire is an indelible portrait…​ 炎で燃やしつくしても 消えない肖像​ Honou de moyashi tsukushite mo kienai shouzou​ WAKABA: …rescued by a shadow from inside the frame.​ 絵の中から救ってくれる あの人の影​ E no naka kara sukutte kureru ano hito no kage ​ JURI: Countless illusions of who you are, overlapping each other…​ 無数のあなたの幻影が 重なり合ってかつての​ Musuu no anata no gen'ei ga kasanariatte katsute no​ EVERYONE: …and painting over the real you.​ 自分を塗りつぶしていく​ Jibun wo nuritsubushite iku​ ANTHY: Even in absolute darkness, I feel your warm hands pulling me forward…​ 漆黒の闇もあなたの手の温もり感じ前に進む​ Shikkoku no yami mo anata no te no nukumori kanji mae ni susumu​ ANTHY: …toward the sunlit garden that's surely ahead.​ 光の庭にたどり着く日は きっと来る​ Hikari no niwa ni tadoritsuku hi ha kittokuru​ ANTHY: Then, you'll let go of my hand, and it won’t even matter if we’re separated…​ その時にあなたが手を離して 去っていっても構わない​ Sonotoki ni anata ga te wo hanashite satte itte mo kamawanai​ ANTHY: …because your warmth will stay with me, for all eternity…​ 温もり忘れない きっと永遠（とわ）に…​ Nukumori wasurenai kitto eien (towa) ni…​ ​ (dialogue cut - note that there is also dialogue occurring over and between the lyrics from here, so I will only note large breaks)​ ​ NANAMI: Grasping for control…​ 狂わされた運命​ Kuruwasa reta unmei ​ MIKI: …of a mad fate…​ 支配された​ shihai sa reta​ NANAMI: …a spirit bound without hope…​ 魂縛り付けて​ Tamashiishibaritsukete ​ MIKI: …to a vast world of emptiness.​ 広がる虚無の世界​ hirogaru kyomu no sekai​ SAIONJI: There in the smoldering fire is an indelible portrait…​ 炎で燃やしつくしても 消えない肖像​ Honou de moyashi tsukushite mo kienai shouzou​ WAKABA: …rescued by a shadow from inside the frame.​ 絵の中から救ってくれる あの人の影​ E no naka kara sukutte kureru ano hito no kage ​ JURI: Countless illusions of who you are, overlapping each other…​ 無数のあなたの幻影が 重なり合ってかつての​ Musuu no anata no gen'ei ga kasanariatte katsute no​ EVERYONE: …and painting over the real you.​ 自分を塗りつぶしていく​ Jibun wo nuritsubushite iku​ ANTHY: Even in absolute darkness, I feel your warm hands pulling me forward…​ 漆黒の闇もあなたの手の 温もり感じ前に進む​ Shikkoku no yami mo anata no te no nukumori kanji mae ni susumu​ ANTHY: …toward the sunlit garden that's surely ahead.​ 光の庭にたどり着く日は きっと来る​ Hikari no niwa ni tadoritsuku hi ha kittokuru​ ANTHY: Then, you'll let go of my hand, and it won’t even matter if we’re separated…​ その時にあなたが手を離して 去っていっても構わない​ Sonotoki ni anata ga te wo hanashite satte itte mo kamawanai​ ANTHY: …because your warmth will stay with me, for all eternity…​ 温もり忘れない きっと永遠（とわ）に…​ Nukumori wasurenai kitto eien (towa) ni…​

(dialogue cut)​ ​ EVERYONE: When the rose petals are scattered…​ 一輪の薔薇の散らされた​ Ichirin no bara no chirasareta ​ EVERYONE: …you turn up your face to the heavens…​ 天空を見上げれば​ tenkuu wo miagereba​ EVERYONE: …and there you see the illusory castle that will descend, someday.​ 幻の城いつか御許に 舞い降りる​ Maboroshi no shiro itsuka mimoto ni maioriru​ EVERYONE: At the mercy of a god’s rhythm, two shadows are suspended in absolute darkness.​ 神のリズムに翻弄される 漆黒に浮かぶ 二人の影​ Kami no rizumu ni honrou sareru shikkoku ni ukabu futari no kage​ EVERYONE: The rose garden… And you — the Bride.​ 薔薇の花園 花嫁の君​ Bara no Hanazono hanayome no kimi​ EVERYONE: We’ll never be separated again!​ 二度と離さない…​ Nidoto hanasanai…​ ​ (credits/cast walk-on)​ ​ UTENA: When the rose petals are scattered…​ 一輪の薔薇の散らされた​ Ichirin no bara no chirasa reta ​ UTENA: …you turn up your face to the heavens…​ 天空を見上げれば​ tenku wo miagereba​ UTENA: …and there you see the illusory castle that will descend, someday.​ 幻の城いつか御許に 舞い降りる​ Maboroshi no shiro itsuka mimoto ni maioriru​ EVERYONE: At the mercy of a god’s rhythm, two shadows are suspended in absolute darkness.​ 神のリズムに翻弄される 漆黒に浮かぶ 二人の影​ Kami no rizumu ni honrou sareru shikkoku ni ukabu futari no kage​ EVERYONE: The rose garden… And you — the Bride.​ 薔薇の花園 花嫁の君​ Bara no Hanazono hanayome no kimi​ EVERYONE: We’ll never be separated again!​ 二度と離さない…​ Nidoto hanasanai…​

(credits/cast walk-on)​

UTENA: When the rose petals are scattered...​ 輪の薔薇の散らされた​ Ichirin no bara no chirasa reta ​ UTENA: ...you turn up your face to the heavens...​ 天空を見上げれば​ tenkū o miagereba​ UTENA: ...and there you see the illusory castle that will descend, someday.​ 幻の城いつか御許に 舞い降りる​ Maboroshino-jō itsuka omoto ni maioriru​

EVERYONE: At the mercy of a god’s rhythm, two shadows are suspended in absolute darkness.​ 神のリズムに翻弄される 漆黒に浮かぶ 二人の影​ Kami no rizumu ni honrō sareru shikkoku ni ukabu futari no kage​ EVERYONE: The rose garden... And you — the Bride.​ 薔薇の花園 花嫁の君​ Bara no Hanazono hanayome no kimi​ EVERYONE: We’ll never be separated again!​ 二度と離さない…​ Nidoto hanasanai…

[fairydust-stuff]

I have seen Morden stage musicals for Utena recently.

Musical Saionji is probably on a sugar-high 50% of the time and spends most of his time rambling to Anthy. While bouncing around the dorm room. He asks her questions, only to tell her not to interrupt when she tries to answer. About 89% of the time.

Maybe he has the occasional bouts of introspective thoughtful observations but they get lost in the constant stream of random honest silliness.

Musical Anthy probably prefers those days where he's not a violent asshole and just kicks back and lets him talk until he wears himself out. It's like her own personal comedy sketch.

[suguann]

✎. he’s nice. well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you.

tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, simon is an excon, non-linear narrative for future chapters [18+ only]

part one | part two

He’s always been a little obsessed with pretty things, even as a child.

It only makes sense that the habit would follow him into adulthood.

He sees you once while he’s walking by the bus stop. A timid thing wrapped up in an oversized sweater and parka coat, not looking up from the little book in your lap until the bus stops before you and takes you away.

The next time he sees you, he makes sure to come a few minutes earlier, lighting a cigarette and keeping his distance while he watches you read the same book from the day before. Simon knows it’s you, the girl from the letters, even if it’s a big city. It has to be—his pretty, lonely, silly girl.

He thinks about walking up to you just to make sure, but he doesn’t really need to. The address on the envelope brought him here, and you’re the only one he’s seen wearing a university sweater in this neighborhood.

But when he hesitates too long, a boy starts talking to you, and he watches you smile at somebody else.

Simon runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a deep breath to fill his chest with the soothing feeling of menthol and the burning taste of nicotine, trying to relax his white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel. 

You’ll learn, he thinks, when the bus drives off, and the boy doesn’t follow you on. He’s a patient man—it’s possibly one of his finer qualities.

He lets his car idle as he climbs out before crushing his cigarette bud underneath his shoe, straightening his black tie, and crossing the street. The boy sees him and freezes, but Simon can only laugh, wiping blood off his cheek several seconds later.

You’ll learn.

He’s nice.

Well, that’s what everyone’s been telling you. But nice, you've learned, can mean any number of things: a nice laugh, a nice house, a nice job, et cetera.

But how he holds himself—tall, broad, and dangerous—hardly screams nice.

It’s funny because you don’t remember seeing him around the office before—the company, including IT, occupies only four floors in the building. 

Someone tells you he’s a friend of a friend. This initially sounds odd until Rose, the office gossip, says he’s someone rich who helps fund the company's social events. Hence, the crisp suit and the wide berth of space you’d give someone who wields their smile like a weapon. 

You quickly look away twice when you find that smile aimed at you, heat traveling up to your hairline at an alarming rate.

It doesn’t matter anyway. He’s not your type. 

“Enjoying the party?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin at the deep voice so close to your ear. Careful not to spill your drink, you turn your head to find him smiling down at you with a sharp curl of his mouth.

Then he’s in front of you, eyes dark and crinkling in the corners.

“Uh, yeah. It’s not bad, though,” you squeak nervously when you realize you haven’t answered him. “It’s different from what I’m used to.”

He raises an amused brow. “Oh? And what might that be?”

He’s intimidating up close, and you take a small sip of your drink to ease your nerves. “Well, no kegs or trashy music playing, and boys with egos bigger than the room.”

The man lets out a low chuckle as he considers your honest reply, and you swear you see something ripple across his features, but when you blink, it’s gone. “I suppose that differs from top-shelf liquor and live bands, huh? Which is better?”

You shrug. “Well, it depends on who you ask.” 

“I’m asking you.”

“Honest answer?” 

He nods. 

“Neither. I don’t really care for parties.”

“Then it’s quite unfortunate that you found yourself at one tonight.” He seems privately amused, in on a joke you have no part of. Then he says, “You want to get out of here?”

“I probably shouldn’t follow a stranger home,” you tell him bashfully.

“That’s very responsible of you. Then how about I get you a drink? There’s a hotel across the street, and the bar’s not shit.”

You bite your lip, and his big, warm hand is on the small of your back before you say anything. It must’ve been written all over your face like he knew you would say yes.

He’s ever the gentleman, unlike most boys your age. Though, perhaps that’s the difference. He isn’t a boy—nothing about him can hardly be described as such. This fact becomes a bit overwhelming and more evident once he has you on your back, thighs nearly up to your ears, and held in place by a firm, intricately tattooed forearm.

His smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “Let’s play a game.” 

You whisper into the night air. “What kind of game?”

“It’s simple. You tell me yes or no.”

Your brows furrow, unsure of the rules of the game. “But—”

The slap against your cunt isn’t harsh, but it’s the suddenness of it, how no one has ever thought to touch you like that, is what makes you squeak and tremble underneath him—the rings on his fingers sharpening the sting—trying to scurry up the bed, but hindered by his iron grip.

“Yes or no?”

“Y-yes.”

“There’s a girl,” and then his fingertips drop down to where you're slippery-wet and sensitive, moving in hard, tight circles until you're clenching down on a curse between your teeth. "Messy little cunt."

It's too much, you think when he plugs two fingers (feeling like three of your own) into your pussy. The muscles in his shoulders roll as he shoves his fingers in and out, batting your hands away when you try to get him to slow down. Too much, too—

“It’s not. I want you to cum like this,” he says, teasing, nudging your clit with his thumb and swirling it in tight spit-slick circles; you have no choice but to chase that bright light feeling until you cum, sticky and sweaty. 

Just like he promised you would, your orgasm is a shivery thing, molten heat, incandescent, settling in your veins until it pours out of you like liquid wax against the scratchy hotel sheets, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, his fingers curl up and press into where you’re soft and tender.

He smiles. “This is fun, isn’t it, love?”

“I can’t,” you whimper, not exactly answering him. “No more, please.”

His eyes, already pupil-fat, go dark at hearing you beg, nostrils flaring. Please, the key for the small amount of mercy he grants you as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit and lightly sucking it into his mouth. His lips are just there, and then they’re gone.

“Say it again.”

Your response is a wet little hiccup at the back of your throat. “W-what?”

“Beg me.”

“Please.”

“Again,” he says one more time.

“Please, please, please…”

It’s all you can think to say, strung between that dreamy space and reality, that you don’t even notice him flipping you onto your tummy with ease, not until the light in the room is blotted out as he leans over you. He wraps a hand into the scruff of your neck and presses your face into the bed, the other tucked under your hips to keep them at the right angle—held down with nowhere to go.

He leaves biting open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neck—Simon—he manages to tell you his name from one little bruise to the next. Somewhere between the buzz in your ears, you hear him telling you that he wants you to moan it for him, nice and loud.

The haze clears a little, however, at the metal clink of a belt and the sound of a zipper coming undone before you feel his cock prodding you open—raw, without a condom.

“There you go. Lay there, and just—just give me what I fucking want,” Simon rasps as if you could actually move with his hands pinning you in place. 

There are many things you should feel: scared of his words, trapped by the rings digging into tender flesh, by his thighs forcefully pushing yours apart. The red flags look more like flashing lights at this point.

Instead, you feel wanted—your walls tighten around his cock, fluttering, pulling him deeper inside, letting him turn you inside out. A small smile buried into the pillow.

[greedyhoneyz]

On Bended Knee

ೃ࿔*:･pairing: bruce wayne x reader

.ೃ࿔*:･synopsis: upon newly blossomed wings comes the season of spring, freed at last as wedding bells ring.

.ೃ࿔*:･cw: none.

.ೃ࿔*:･authors notes: this is a modern take on bruce. like i imagine him being a major socialite (like jfk jr) in the late 90s/00s (him being so closed off from the media) and his kids (nepo babies) when they are older use social media and show off their parents for people who are curious about what bruce’s been up after his parents murder. ….or it can be hella modern like battinson or something idk 🤷🏾‍���️

When the first day of spring bloomed, buds sprouted from beneath ageing trees and flowers sang hymns of spring’s deep soul and blessed the warm air.

April 15th. The early morning sun had peeked over the courtyard, and a pleasant breeze from the north rustled through, cooling the guests and family members as they waited in their seats, across from the walk leading to the pavilion. Flowers and white streamers decorated the bannisters, a ceremonial mixture of whites and champagne pinks.

Sweet strains of classical music fluttered through the air, tuning out the occasional conversation as the groom wadded through feelings of nausea and discomfort. He swayed on the heels of his dress shoes, his arms tightly glued to his back and nipped at his bottom lip. His careful eyes dressed the courtyard, scouring across the row of friends, family and his groomsmen before he squinted at the grand doors latched above.

The groom heaved, shifting anxiously on the heels of his feet, and pulled at the cuffs of his shirt for the fifth time that hour. He bit his lip, eyed the backyard door from afar, and mumbled a few words of prayer, interlocking his fingers together and peering up at the sky.

The bridal chorus, a vivid and light piece, began to play from the orchestra as the grand doors flew open, a wash of petals fluttering out into the air.

One by one, in a synchronised fashion, the bridal procession descended from the mansion steps towards the aisle. Flower girls, dressed in the sweetest whites, showered pink roses across the aisle as the bridesmaids, dressed in blush gowns veiled the accession of the bride with gleeful smiles.

The bride, arm in arm with her father, bared herself from behind the procession and merrily ascended across the aisle. Her gown, a princess-cut bodice encrusted with heavily laced beadwork, layered with a soft skirt flared below her veil, floating along as she waltzed, in her hands a bouquet of Stephanotis’.

She was magnificent, beguiling and alluring. All were words that floated through the depths of the groom’s head as he stood with bated breaths, gazing at her with a heavy heart and glassy eyes.

As they drew closer, the groom slowly stepped down from the pavilion and extended his arm to unravel the chain between father and daughter once the pair came to the end of the aisle. He peered at his bride with pride riddled through his eyes as her father turned and placed a longing kiss on the side of her head. He loosened her arm from around his and raised it. He set her hand in the groom’s and slowly retreated into the audience, watching with dread and contentment as the groom carefully guided her up into the pavilion.

The bridal tune faded, and the pastor stepped up to the microphone, Bible in hand. He smiled at the assembly of family and close friends and began. "Cherished family and honoured guests, I would like to thank all for coming out on this glorious day,"

The sound of his polished voice carried well from the speakers on either side of the pavilion as the pastor opened the Bible before him. "Let us begin by offering thanks to the Lord." The procession bowed their heads and the pastor began his prayer.

The groom’s eyes softened at the sight of the swooning silhouette of his bride. His bride gleamed, in awe at the pure poetry pooled within his eyes and replied with a flustered smile shadowed from beneath her veil, before fluttering her eyes shut.

“Dear Lord…”

Once the prayer had concluded, the pastor led the bride and groom through their vows. Their vows to each other expressed their tenderness and devotion to one another. And when it ended, their rings were exchanged.

Scampering across the aisle, the bride’s nephew dressed in a blue tuxedo waddled up the stairs, a pillow nestled between his tiny fingers and hurriedly handed the groom the rings before scampering off to his mother who waited expectantly at the bottom of the stairs.

With an enamoured smile across his face, the pastor turned to the groom and began. “Do you, Bruce Thomas Wayne take….as your lawfully wedded wife?”

Bruce gaped at the woman in front of him. Though her beauty was sheltered behind her veil and the glaring sunlight, he still caught a glimpse of the bashful smile that lingered on her face. “…I do.”

Twirling the ring between his fingers, Bruce grinned at his bride. He held her smooth hand, scoring his thumb across her skin and gently slid the ring onto her finger till it rested by her knuckles.

The pastor smiled and turned to the bride. “Do you…..take Bruce Thomas Wayne as your lawfully wedded husband?”

(name) giggled, flustered at Bruce’s bright stare and nodded. “I do.”

She took the ring resting in her palm and slid it onto his finger.

"By the power vested upon me, I now declare you, husband and wife." The pastor held up his hands, bringing the crowd to their feet.

"You may now kiss your bride."

Lifting her veil, Bruce gently draped the white fabric behind her head, letting it fall across her back and stared at his wife.

As their eyes met, the world seemed to fade away, the world around them forgotten. She felt his hand tenderly touch her cheek, his fingers tracing a line down her jawline.

She beamed, tilting her head ever so slightly and fluttered her lashes, luring him in with a simple, feathered whisper.

He kissed her, soft and gentle, then with a growing intensity. Their kiss was full of tenderness and passion, a dance of two souls perfect in harmony.

His arm wrapped around her, pulling her close as they found themselves castaway, the world around them ceased to exist.

Their embrace lasted for what felt like an eternity, their lips parting only for brief moments for air. They explored each other's mouths with a gentle urgency, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and desire.

And as they finally broke free, they peered into each other's eyes with an inviting warmth. It was a moment that would be forever remembered, a moment of softness, tenderness, passion and pure exquisite love.

[aphroditelovesu]

Kinktober Day Fourteen — Romantic Sex/Making Love

❝ — 💗 lady l: day fourteen of kinktober! Hope you like it :)

❝💗pairing: yandere!eros x female!reader.

❝warnings: smut, NSFW, vaginal sex, romantic sex, oral sex (female receiving), fingering.

❝💗word count: 1,185.

A romantic and sensual bedroom is a place where all the details combine to create a passionate atmosphere. The walls are painted in soft shades of red and pink, creating a cozy feel. The lighting is soft, with candles scattered around the room, casting a soft, warm light. A translucent fabric canopy covers the bed, adding a touch of mystery.

On the bed, there are soft satin sheets and feather pillows that invite you to touch. Red rose petals are carefully scattered over the duvet, creating a sensual path. Soft, seductive music fills the air, creating an immersive soundscape.

A pleasant aroma of scented candles fills the room, evoking passion and desire. A tray with strawberries, chocolates and chilled champagne is available to stimulate your taste buds. To top it off, heavy velvet curtains can be drawn back to ensure privacy and the feeling that the outside world has disappeared, leaving just you and your love to enjoy this romantic and sensual space.

''You are an incurable romantic.'' You commented as you entered the room and found the god lying on your bed, wearing nothing but a thin white robe.

Eros smiled, ''Can you blame me? I just love my wife too much.''

You shook your head, laughing and approached the bed slowly, ''Wife? As far as I remember we have been lovers.''

Eros sat up and pulled you closer to him, ''Yeah? What if I want you to be my wife?''

Your heart raced and you felt your mouth go dry. You placed your hand on the god's strong shoulder and smiled, ''Then I would happily accept.''

His eyes lit up and Eros pulled you by the waist and with a delicate movement, dropped you onto the bed. He lay down next to you and watched your face tenderly.

''Then you would make me the happiest god ever.''

Eros brought his face closer to yours and your noses touched. You felt your body shiver when he ran his hands over your arms, in a soft caress. He took a deep breath and his hands came up to your face, where he held it and gently pressed his lips against yours.

You responded to the kiss passionately, your hands being placed on the god's face and caressing the soft skin gently and carefully. Eros pulled away and kissed yours cheek, his face flushed a little.

Eros hugged you and kissed your neck, his tongue passing over the soft skin and his teeth dragging across your neck, giving you goosebumps.

''I love you...'' He whispered against your ear and bit your earlobe, ''And I'm going to make love to you all night just to prove it.''

You hugged him in response, your body burning with the need to be loved. Eros pulled away a little and looked at your face and smiled, ''You're so beautiful.'' You felt your face heat up at his words but you smiled.

Eros ran his hands down her body and his hand wandered to your thigh and he caressed your clothed legs. The god sat down and helped you remove your own clothes, your blouse and your pants, leaving you in just your lingerie. You smiled and Eros unclasped your bra and brought his face closer to your breast and licked your nipple, while his hands were dangerously close to your intimacy.

The god slipped his fingers inside your panties and you gasped when they made contact with your pussy. Eros rubbed your clit with his thumb and gently inserted a finger into your pussy. You groaned and threw your head back.

Eros licked your breast masterfully, while his finger penetrated your heat. He added another finger and you arched your hips, wanting more contact. He smiled and stopped licking your breasts and removed his hand from inside your panties. You pouted.

''Not yet, love.''

Eros muttered as he removed the robe he was wearing, finally standing naked in front of you. You smiled when you saw that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His hands slid up your legs and he removed your panties and licked his lips at your nakedness.

''So beautiful.'' He purred and Eros positioned himself between your legs, his face close to your intimacy. You bit your lower lip and moaned when his tongue ran across your pussy, licking its entire area. You squeezed your thighs and Eros grabbed them, his hands leaving some marks. He ran his tongue over your clit and you moaned.

Eros penetrated you with his tongue and he licked you all over like a man dying of thirst, your juices delicious to the god. His nose was making contact with your clit, making you have small spasms of pleasure.

''E-Eros!''

You moaned his name, your climax approaching. Eros licked one last time and you sighed as he pulled away from your pussy.

The god lay down next to you and turned you sideways towards him and hugged you, your back against his chest. His hands went to your breasts and squeezed them gently, you moaned when you felt his hard cock against your pussy. You lifted your leg a little and Eros slowly penetrated you, taking your time and making sure you got used to his size.

You breathed heavily as he buried himself completely in your pussy, your inner walls squeezing him incessantly.

''Fuck...'' He moaned and moved inside you and you moaned, your hands squeezing his that were playing with your breasts. Eros held your hands and squeezed them, moving a little faster inside your cunt.

You turned your head to him and Eros leaned down and kissed your lips, his cock pounding your pussy hard but not enough to hurt you. He kissed your neck and Eros held you tightly, keeping you in place as he made love to you.

Eros held you in his arms, and continued kissing your neck, his cock slamming into your tight pussy quickly and deliciously. You felt your pussy clench hard around him and you moaned loudly, cumming and trying to get as much contact as possible.

The god smiled mischievously when you came and with a few last thrusts, Eros pulled out of you and came on your thigh, very close to your pussy, he took a deep breath and squeezed you even tighter.

He felt especially needy today and wanted the most from you.

''I love you.'' He whispered in your ear and caressed your arm.

You smiled and turned to face him, looking passionately into the god's eyes, ''I love you too.'' You murmured and Eros took your lips in a passionate and possessive kiss and turned you over on the bed, getting on top of you.

He bit his own lip and looked at you, ''Ready for a second round?''

Your only answer was to kiss him. And it was the correct answer.

[starfinss]

Efflorescent — Tighnari

𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮: Genshin Impact

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: Tighnari + Reader

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: NSFW

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 8,495

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮��𝘳𝘺: Triggered by unseasonably cool weather, Avidiya forest is alive with rare flora. Upon going to investigate it, you and Tighnari get more than you bargained for. 

It was supposed to be an ordinary expedition. And by all accounts, it was, until you found that stupid clearing.

The weather that week was uncharacteristically cool for Avidiya Forest, as ushered in by a passing thunderstorm, and the change in temperature had caused flora that rarely bloomed to come to life, painting the forest with splashes of color, and it wasn’t until a few days after the storm that you began to take notice of the unusual plants.

So when Tighnari had rushed to your room that morning, rousing you from your slumber, you were just as excited as he was to go look for rare samples.

The conversation as you walked into the tree line was full of quiet excitement, the clinking of the glass sample jars in your rucksack almost musical against the morning stillness. You were used to the characteristic balmy humidity that was omnipresent in the rainforests of Sumeru, and the cool breeze felt lovely against your skin. The sky was perfect blue, cloudless and painted with streaks of gold and marigold hues as the sun rose.

The Akademiya would never allow this.

You smiled to yourself at the thought, knowing full well how strenuous it would be to get permission to do this if you were still with the Akademiya. You’d have to talk to your instructors, get permission, write a paper, write another paper, write a proposal, and the list goes on. It was all far too much for you, when all you ever wanted was to go out and discover.

“What are you thinking?” Tighnari asked, head cocked slightly to the side, eyes inquisitive.

“Just about how nice this is,” you replied, pulling your rucksack up higher on your back.

“It is quite beautiful,” Tighnari said fondly, “I wonder if we will find any Avidiya Lilies.”

You hummed in assent, your interest showing in the way your eyes lit up. You’d only seen the flower he mentioned as a bud, coiling along vines encircling trees. It only bloomed when it was cool enough, just after a storm, and since the cool had lingered, you were wondering if the flower had remained in bloom, just as Tignnari was wondering.

Small animals skittered past you as you walked, shroomboars and foxes paying you little mind, as they were used to the presence of the forest rangers such as yourself and Tighnari. You loved it out there; totally at one with nature, and filled with a sense of peace like no other.

Avidiya Forest was like a living organism, so full of vibrancy and life, awash with color and all sorts of smells. If you were hungry, you could stop and forage for mushrooms. If you were thirsty, there were plenty of clear streams you could drink from. Nature provided, and that was one of your favorite things about it. You took a deep lungful of forest air as you walked, a smile spreading across your face.

“There!” Tignnari cried, his voice hushed as he knelt beside the path, “creeping silkweed.”

You knelt beside him, studying the small, pale blue blossoms, which were blooming on a fallen log, attached to a delicate vine. Your fingers brushed against the fragile petals, and you withdrew your shears from your pack.

Carefully, you snipped off a segment of the vine, packing some soft dirt and clear water from a nearby stream into the jar before adding the sample. With a satisfying click, you screwed the lid closed, replacing the jar in the rucksack.

“I’ve only seen those in bloom at twilight, and even then, they often stray closed. It’s amazing to see them in bloom right now. When the conditions are right, they’re supposed to glow. It’s very beautiful.”

You stared at the remaining flowers on the vine, admiring the way the pale blue of the petals tapered off into white the closer it got to the soft yellow of the center. Veins of deep indigo laced up and along the petals, a beautiful contrast to the gentle color.

You stood when Tighnari did, listening intently to the information and facts he was giving you, happy to have the field experience rather than just looking at drawings of plants in a dusty textbook.

Tighnari looked like a painting in the fresh morning light. The dark of his hair was a sharp contrast to the lush green around you, the chartreuse of his bangs elegantly framing his pale, delicate face. Your face felt warm as you watched him, and when he saw you looking, he gave you a friendly smile.

“Is there something on your mind?” He asked gently, his eyes genuine, and you blushed, tearing your gaze away from his face.

“No, I was just listening. You were talking about the hypanthium of the silkweed blossoms?”

Tighnari nodded, eyes lighting up as he continued on talking about the various parts of the flower, and you went right on listening.

It wasn’t until about two hours later, when you were sitting down to rest and refresh yourselves when you caught your first lungful of something new.

You paused mid-gulp as you drank from your waterskin, moving the spout away from your lips as you took another deep breath. It was something you’d never smelled before, like jasmine and lavender, vanilla and lemongrass. It was indescribably scrumptious, smelling of earth and flowers, of your favorite incense, all at once, shifting, sending your senses into overdrive, even if it was still rather faint, requiring several deep breaths to get another whiff of; the kind of scent that you had to take several lungfuls to fully appreciate, or to even place. You had to wonder, out of academic curiosity and for more selfish reasons, where exactly that wonderful scent was coming from.

“I see that you smell it, too,” Tighnari mused.

You nodded, and suddenly, you were aware of how nice Tighnari’s voice was. It was musical against your ears, making you smile.

“It’s new,” he continued, frowning, “I’ve never noticed it before, and with my oversensitive olfactory system, it would have been very evident.”

“Is it dangerous, do you think?” You asked.

“I doubt it,” Tighnari said, glancing sidelong at you, “do you know of anything that would smell like this?”

You shook your head. “It smells like… like many things. All of them are wonderful. Maybe it’s supposed to draw in certain insects, or animals. I don’t know what made it this strong. That’s interesting.”

Tighnari’s brows pushed together, and he was clearly deep in thought.

You’d never noticed just how good looking he was before. You already knew that Tighnari was handsome, that was obvious. You were attracted to him, as many undoubtedly were, and he was a very dear friend. But right now, lit by the sun filtering through the canopy above, he looked more incredible than anything you’d ever seen. With him this close to you, you could smell the earthen scent of his soap, and—

“I’d like to take a sample.”

His voice snapped you out of your staring, and you coughed to hide your embarrassment.

Get ahold of yourself. Think about all of that when he isn’t less than a foot away. Collei already teases you enough.

Truthfully, you wanted a sample, too. You were always hungry for new information, and this was no exception. You eagerly pulled a sample jar from your rucksack, passing it to Tighnari. He sniffed the air once, then a second time, before motioning for you to follow him.

“I learned about plants like this in the Akademiya,” Tighnari explained, “they’re bait, like you said, for small animals and insects. I don’t think the plant is carnivorous, it’s just a way to spread the pollen around, since the scent is nearly irresistible. I’ve never heard of it affecting humans, or my species, this strongly before, however.”

You remembered something like that in a textbook, but the name of the flower in question escaped you. Also, the flower you were thinking of usually affected animals roughly the size of a squirrel or a fox, and not the size of a fully grown person.

The scent got stronger as you walked, off the beaten path and into a clearing.

You stopped after stepping past Tighnari, your breath caught in your throat as you took in the sight before you. There was a waterfall tumbling off a cliff and into a clear, glimmering pool. The pool was lined with stones worn smooth, as well as large slabs of slate. Patches of young grass were peeping through the cracks and bleeding into the small, surrounding meadow. Soft, golden sunlight was scattering through the leaves, casting speckled patterns across the grass, gleaming on the water.

Finally, there, growing on the stone wall, nestled in a curtain of vines beside the waterfall, was a blanket of lotus-like flowers. They were reddish pink, some tinged purple, with multiple layers of petals circled around a small yellow center. Filaments, thickly coated in pollen, were protruding from the flowers’ centers, and you imagined that this was the most likely cause of the powerful scent.

“There they are,” Tignnari said, and you were suddenly hyper aware of his athletic form at your back. The scent of that soap you noted earlier was mingling deliciously with the overpowering fragrance of the flowers, with the scent of his skin, which was somehow all you could even think about now.

“Yeah,” you said, clearing your throat and turning to face your companion, “any idea what they are?”

His brows furrowed, lip catching between his teeth as he pondered your question, and you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring how unbearably attractive that simple action was. You swallowed thickly, turning away from him about three quarters, just to give yourself some time to breathe.

If only you could remember the effect those flowers had on such animals, but, as it often happens in times of need, you were drawing a blank.

It was Tighnari’s turn to clear his throat, and the intonation made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

“Shears, please,” he said, and you forced yourself to nod as you passed them to him, a jolt of electricity passing up your spine when his fingertips brushed against yours. He clearly felt it too, because he looked at you for a handful of seconds before gingerly pulling away with the shears.

Blushing, you trailed after him as he approached the tangle of flowers.

Tighnari’s eyes were lovely. Two toned, fading from brown into forest green; eyes like you’d never seen before. They were one of your favorite things about him, among other things. The cut of his jaw, the way the space between his eyebrows creased when he was focused, as he was now, carefully taking a snipping of a couple of the fragrant blossoms.

You forgot to breathe until he handed you back the jar, and that was when you got your first direct hit of the scent. It was like being kicked in the chest in its intensity. It made you dizzy, as you cradled the blooms in your hand, putting soft dirt and water into the jar, placing the flowers down and fastening the top. You put the jar into your rucksack as carefully as you could with your hands shaking as badly as they were before you gently pushed the bag aside and sat down on the soft grass.

Your head was spinning. You could hear your own heartbeat in your ears, like how you can after you’ve been running.

“I need to rest,” you said.

“It’s the scent,” Tighnari said, his voice lower than it was before, “something is… wrong.”

Oh, Gods. You were getting warm. And not normal Sumeru weather warm, worryingly, feverishly warm. You pulled your shawl off, draping it over your rucksack and rolling up your sleeves.

Tighnari rolled his shoulders back, softly breathing as he sat down beside you, and you could feel that heat spread across your body at an alarming pace. You could hardly take your eyes off him, and you watched with rapt attention as his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip. What were you feeling?

Everything was warm and getting even warmer; everything was hot, and you felt like you were suffocating.

“Stop that,” you blurted, “stop— everything.”

Tighnari looked puzzled. “Stop— stop what? I’m not doing anything.”

The crease between his eyebrows was back as he studied your face, and you felt yourself grow miserably warmer.

“You’re perspiring,” he said, softly, “I am, too. Whatever this is, it is affecting both of us. Your breathing is accelerated, as well.”

You realized it was. Your breath was coming in quick, shallow bursts, and you consciously tried to take deeper breaths. You quailed away in surprise and needless alarm when he reached for you, and when he pressed two of his fingers to your pulse point, you felt like an electric shock went down your body, stronger than when he’d touched you before when he took the shears.

“Your pulse is very quick,” he noted, “but still strong. It’s much too cool for you to be suffering from heat stroke, but it is hot out here all of a sudden, isn’t it?”

You nodded absently.

“Mydriasis,” he muttered, “I suspect with myself, as well. Archons, it really is too warm.”

Sure enough, the dueling color of his irises was thickly ringed around the pale circumference of his pupils, which were widely dilated. His breath was quick, matching yours, and you felt heat begin to simmer beneath your skin, nearly suffocating where his hand still lingered, though gloved, against the skin of your throat.

Your own gaze fell to his lips, soft and full, and you realized just how badly you wanted to kiss him. You’d wanted to kiss him before, in several instances, but doing so would irreparably damage your platonic friendship, which was the last thing you wanted. Now, you could not give less of a damn. You’d give anything to feel his mouth against yours, to feel his skin—

Stop. Stop, Archons help me.

“The scent,” Tighnari said, voice lightly breathless, “there’s a-a correlation between the scent and these symptoms, I think the microgametophytes in the air, combined with the odor is having a physiological effect, on the both of us.”

It took you a handful of seconds to process his words, because the sound of his voice was suddenly the most distracting thing in the entire world; no song you’d ever heard could compare, and the heat beneath your skin was becoming nearly unbearable.

“Pollen,” you said, your brain catching up, “you think it’s the pollen?”

“Yes,” Tighnari said, the hand on your throat dropping to the curve of your shoulder, “it resembles oxytocin, in a very heavy dose, coupled with accelerated lutrophin production, driving reproductive urges.”

It clicked in your head.

Your face turned several shades of red, and you nodded once. Of course. What better way to spread the pollen than to draw in whatever unsuspecting animal, slather the stuff on its fur or whiskers when it leans in for a sniff, and then passing it along when said animal gives in to its reproductive urges and—

“A-an aphrodisiac.”

Tighnari’s eyes darted away from your face, then back to meeting your own gaze.

“Correct.”

The implication hung heavy in the already suffocating air as the sounds of your breathing overlapped, interrupted only by the thrum of the waterfall.

“T-the water,” Tighnari said, his voice strained, “we should—”

“Tighnari,” you said, addressing him, and you intended to continue speaking, until you noticed the way his breath hitched as you said his name. It sent a wave of suffocating, shameful arousal down your body, and you tried your best to ignore it. His hand against your skin was searing, even through the glove, and it took everything in you not to reach out and touch him.

Oh Gods, oh Gods, oh Gods—

“The water,” you repeated, finally, your eyes flicking to the waterfall, “right. Let’s wash off.”

You figured that this plan was flawed, as the water was probably saturated in the pollen, but you were so overheated that as you hurried to unfasten your clothing, the feel of the air against your skin was a mercy. You pulled at the various buckles fastening your Forest Ranger uniform to your body, pulling off your blouse, then your shorts and boots, but as you did, something caught your eye as Tignnari moved to unfasten the toga he wore over his clothing.

There, straining at the front of his trousers, was a distinct shape against the dark fabric. It was hidden by the excess cloth before, but now that this was gone, the evidence of the pollen’s effects was more than evident.

But you weren’t the only one with wandering eyes.

You realized that Tighnari’s eyes were riveted to your bra-covered chest, to the now-exposed skin of your waist, and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. An exquisite flush painted his perfect, pale cheeks as he realized you saw him looking.

Quickly, he pulled off his gloves, then tugging his sweatshirt over his head, leaving him bare chested, and oh, you were an absolute goner. His chest was much more muscular than you imagined (and not that you did), toned and lithe and lean, with hard ridges of muscle in all the right places. Of course, he’d have a great body, you reasoned, with all the activity he does, and like the other rangers, you were certain he stuck to the strength training and cardio work you were supposed to do to keep in shape.

You tore your hungry gaze from his body, standing up to step into the water, which was colder than you expected, reaching your mid thigh as you stepped into the pool. You tried to focus on you and not how the space between your thighs was aching, and you stretched your arms over your head with a breathless sigh.

A soft splash filled the air, and a ripple traveled across the surface of the water as Tignnari stepped into the pool as well. When you turned on instinct to look at him, you wished you hadn’t, because you were helpless, your eyes raking down his defined chest, lingering on the thin threads of battle scars, his body tapering off into a trim waist, where his underwear hung low on his hips. It took every ounce of your waning willpower not to jump him right there.

His erection was even more evident through the thin cotton of his underwear, and you realized you could see the flush of pink through the now damp fabric as it clung to his skin, and absently, sinfully, you wondered what it would be like to put your mouth—

No, no, no—

But then your focus was brought straight back to him as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to catch a droplet of water traveling down the curve of your waist with his thumb. His eyes weren’t shy with their wandering, and you knew it was the pollen talking, but Gods, it felt nice, for him to look at you like you were the most exquisite thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“I-I apologize,” he whispered, but he didn’t sound apologetic.

His hand remained on your waist, fingers tracing a pattern against your skin, causing you to shiver, and your own hand rose to catch his wrist, stopping him. The feel of his skin on yours was like someone applying a salve to a burn, and you had to stop yourself from sighing embarrassingly in pleasure at the sensation.

“Terribly sorry,” he said, sounding even less sorry, and his voice was lower than you’d ever heard it, “I— I can’t seem to help myself. I will go to the far end of the pool—”

“It’s fine,” you said, a little too quickly, your voice light and breathy.

You realized a little too late that you were moving closer to him, and by the time you had, you could feel his breath fanning against your skin, sending violent shivers down your body.

There was a warning in Tighnari’s eyes, but not a particularly firm one, that disappeared with every passing second as his gaze fell to your lips, raking down your body, and you almost lost your composure when he caught his lower lip lightly between his teeth again.

“May I—” Tighnari asked, finally, a note of need leaking into his voice, “may I kiss you?”

Your breath left your lungs in a dizzying swoop as you gave in.

“Gods, yes.”

That was all it took for him to surge forward, his lips connecting with yours more gently than you expected, but that didn’t stop you from tangling your hands into his hair, pulling his body close to your own. You felt his arms wind around your waist, holding you flush to him, and when your tongue swiped along his lower lip, he didn’t hesitate to give you access.

And everything rapidly went downhill from there.

The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, your tongue tangling with his, and you felt one of his hands rise to cup the base of your skull, holding your mouth to his, only separating every so often if only to reconnect. You were suddenly being crowded against the edge of the pool, his arms going on either side of your body to cage you in. Your thighs parted as his hips moved against yours, and he groaned lowly into your mouth when you finally made contact with him where he needed it most.

He was so hard. It had to be uncomfortable to be confined by the little fabric he was wearing, and you wanted so badly to touch him, but he beat you to it, one of his hands trailing up your body to palm your breast through your bra before fumbling with the clasp. You were about to lift a hand to assist him when he managed to unhook the garment, and you broke the kiss briefly to discard it.

“I can’t stop,” Tighnari mumbled against your lips, breathless.

“Then don’t,” you urged, and Tighnari’s grip on your body tightened.

His palm felt like perfection on your flesh, and you whined into his mouth when he rolled your nipple between two fingers, tugging gently and making you arch your back into his touch. His hands were calloused from years of working with them, with the soil, with his bow, and the rough skin sent delightful tingles up your spine.

Your hand slid down his torso, feeling the dips and curves of his defined abdominals, and you reveled in the sound of his breath hitching, his muscles tensing as your fingers crept closer to where the waistband of his underwear met skin.

“Can I—” You started, and he nodded, reconnecting your lips in a chaste kiss.

“Please,” he panted, “please.”

You’d never seen Tighnari anything but composed, so to see him like this was as disarming as it was arousing. You palmed him gently through the thin fabric, and at the sound of his breath catching sharply in his throat, you pressed a little harder.

That elicited a more extreme reaction. Tighnari groaned against your lips, a sound that prompted a cry of your own, and his hips pushed forward against your hand. You squeezed him through the fabric, your fingers dipping past and grazing just the very base of him, making him shudder, a stricken hiss escaping his lips. Fascinated by his reaction, you teased the clearly sensitive flesh with the soft tips of your fingers until he caught your wrist.

“Don’t tease me,” he murmured, his voice firm.

Tighnari guided your hand to his waistband, and you slowly pulled it down to tug him free. You paused for a moment, breath unsteady as you took in the feeling of him against your palm. He was thick and heavy, and long enough to make you dizzy with arousal. He groaned softly as you explored the new territory, mapping out the spots you knew contained the most nerve endings with your fingertips. Finally, you wrapped your fingers around him, stroking slowly.

“Oh,” he gasped, eyes half lidded as he broke away from your mouth, “oh.”

You rested your forehead against his as you looked down to where your hand was encircling him, and you felt him throb against your palm, the tip of his dick visibly twitching. You bit back a moan as his breath expelled itself through gritted teeth.

“Rub the tip— yeah.”

An obscene moan fell from his lips as you slowly circled the tip of his cock with your thumb, and you spread the leaking precum around the sensitive flesh, aiding in your motions as you stroked him, long and slow.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he muttered, eyes slipping closed.

Gradually, you sped up, squeezing where you observed that he liked it, and he grabbed at your body, hands on your breasts, the curve of your ass, and you knew he was unable to focus on anything other than the sensations he was feeling at that moment. He let out a quick, stuttering exhale as you squeezed gently, biting back a groan.

You picked up the pace, and he was canting his hips along with your hand, his breath leaving his lips mixed with an incoherent praise as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into the soft skin of your shoulder. He laved the damaged flesh with his tongue, soothing it, and you couldn’t help but moan, thighs rubbing together in a futile attempt to alleviate the pressure building there.

Tighnari’s mouth trailed down your torso, his lips closing around one of your nipples, and you gasped, back arching, your free hand flying to his hair, the sensitivity making your head spin. You knew it was the pollen heightening your senses like this, but Archons be damned if you weren’t enjoying it. You wanted him inside of you more than you’d wanted anything in your life. You wanted anything inside of you. And so, when he pressed his palm between your thighs, his head rising to lock his lips against yours, it was like he’d read your mind.

“Dammit, You’re so wet,” he seethed, breath heavy, expelling through his teeth, “I can smell it; how aroused you are. You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”

Your face turned pink, but you nodded, squirming against his hand as he pushed your panties aside, his fingers finally sinking inside of you.

“Good,” Tighnari said, breathlessly, “I’ve wanted this, too.”

You cried out into the crook of his neck as his fingers filled you, stretching you so perfectly, and you were helpless as you ground your hips down, your fingers tightening around Tighnari’s cock, drawing out a needy groan.

He wanted this, you dully registered, just like you did. That meant he liked you, he felt the same, he— oh Gods you couldn’t think.

“I love the way you touch me,” he whispered, his voice hushed and chaste, “don’t stop, please.“

He whispered more hushed praises into the crook of your neck, hips bucking as you stroked him faster, and his thumb found your clit, making your legs tremble. His fingers weren’t very practiced, but he knew where he was touching, finding every spot inside of you with a certainty that made your knees feel weak, and you gasped sharply, inner walls fluttering around his fingers, making him groan. The pressure on your clit increased, making your hips jump, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, and it wasn’t long before you were grinding down onto his hand like a bitch in heat.

“Tighnari,” you gasped, head falling back.

“Our tactile receptors are affected by the pollen,” Tighnari said, ever the academic, even like this, “making us more sensitive, increasing oxytocin, making everything more intense.”

You were barely able to formulate a response, your brain fogged with desire so strong it was making you dizzy.

“Just don’t stop,” you gasped, back arching into his chest,

He curled his fingers inside of you, making you cry out.

“Not a chance.”

All eloquence and academic vocabulary flew out the window as you stroked him quicker and quicker, his words replaced with moans of ecstasy mixed with your name, muffled by your skin or filling the open air. You felt him twitch against your palm, his hips bucking harder, and from the deliriously pleasured expression on Tighnari’s face, you knew he was close.

“Fuck,” he gasped, “don’t stop, please, please—”

He was going to cum, and you could tell by the way his thrusts grew uneven, eventually stilling to let you control the pace, working him closer and closer to his release, making him hiss through his teeth.

“Ah… shit,” Tighnari blurted, his jaw clenching, face laced with a stricken expression, “don’t stop, I’m so close—”

You wanted to tell him you weren’t going to stop, but all you could manage was a desperate moan as you ground down on his hand, your head falling back at the divine pleasure, and Tighnari’s groans of ecstasy grew louder, mixing almost incoherently with your name as you continued to jerk him off, your rhythm in tandem with his own as he worked his fingers inside of you.

Your climax was creeping up on you faster than you wanted it to, urged on by the increased sensitivity from the pollen. Your free hand knotted in his hair, your fingers raking upwards to wrap around the base of his right ear, making him groan.

“M-my ears— Not usually that sensitive,” Tighnari stammered, puzzled, his expression hazy, “feels good normally, but not— oh.”

You hummed in assent, fingers rubbing where his ears met his scalp, making him cry out against your skin, the combination of sensations clearly overwhelming to him. His fingers were now curling inside of you, making your eyes roll back in your skull, hips moving with his hand as you squirmed in his hold.

All it took was one more squeeze at the base of his dick to send him over the edge.

“C-cumming, I’m cumming,” Tighnari’s gasped, and with a final buck of his hips, your fingers were coated with white, dripping down your knuckles, painting your stomach, and there was so much of it, hot against your skin. You worked him through his climax with sure, even strokes, and he wasn’t softening, even as you milked him dry.

The sounds he made were madly erotic, his face the perfect picture of ecstasy as he rode out his blissful high, his ears drooping to the sides of his head as his face pressed against your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin once again.

He yanked your hand away abruptly, even as he continued to twitch, and you were suddenly on your back, laying at the side of of the pool, his hands tugging your panties down and off your legs. He held your thighs apart, pinning you in place as his mouth took the place his hand had been, his tongue hot against your cunt.

Your cries were far too loud, but you were beyond caring about volume as he held you down and devoured you, your clit trapped under his tongue, between his lips, and you were aching to be filled, but he wasn’t giving you that satisfaction, not yet. You were already so close, and all it took was that one final push before you toppled over the edge, sobbing his name, your hands knotting in his hair, but he didn’t even slow, not even as you convulsed under his touch.

Tighnari’s tongue flattened against your clit, dragging up in broad strokes, and you felt your head pitch back, gently knocking against the stones beneath it as you tried to close your thighs instinctively, but were barred from doing so. You felt Tighnari’s hands grab at the backs of your knees, hitching them over his shoulders as he moved closer.

“Please,” you cried, desperate and dizzy with torturous desire, “please, please, fuck me.”

You heard him, felt him snarl against your cunt, more animal than human as he sped up his pace, taking your clit into his mouth and sucking hard enough that it made stars dance across your blurry vision. You were suddenly cumming so hard that you couldn’t even breathe, your mouth wide open in a silent scream, back arched off the ground, your hands locked in a white knuckled grip in Tighnari’s hair as you clenched down hard on nothing.

He was gentler this time as he helped you through your climax, pulling away finally when you were incoherent with pleasure. You lay there, panting hard, your eyes half open as you tried to recover, but even that wasn’t enough. You could still feel the effects of the pollen coursing through your system, and from the way Tighnari was looking at you, it was the same for him.

“I’m on a birth control tonic,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him, “just— please, Tighnari, I feel like I’m burning inside.”

Tighnari’s hands went to rest on your parted thighs, pulling you forward and towards him, to where he stood, still thigh-deep in the water. Your own legs were submerged up to your knee as he pulled you flush to him, his cock pressing against your pubic bone.

“I won’t be able to stop,” Tighnari warned, “I apologize if it becomes too much, but I can’t promise you that—“

“Please,” you whined, growing more and more desperate, “I need you, I can’t take this anymore.”

That was all it took. Tighnari nodded a single time, once he was sure of your consent, and he reached between your bodies to line himself up with your entrance, slowly sheathing himself inside of you.

You made a soft, breathy whine as he filled you, a sound he juxtaposed with a heavy groan. The stretch was almost enough to send you over the edge right there, and if it weren’t for the effects of the pollen, you’d probably have felt more pain from the intrusion, but all you felt was a dull ache and a hint of discomfort.

“Oh, Gods,” Tignnari whispered, and you watched his hands flatten on the stones beside your hips, muscles tightening as he took in the new sensation.

His head tipped forward, his breathing heavy and uneven, and you used your thighs to pull him closer, disregarding the whisper of pain in the back of your mind as the pure relief of being filled up overtook you.

“Stay still, stay still,” he growled, the very threads of his control slipping away as he spoke, the warning clear in his voice, but you didn’t listen, pulling him forward again.

Your actions were met with a sound that was produced deep in his chest, like a warning an animal would give, and it hadn’t even occurred to you how the pollen would affect someone like Tighnari, someone with non-human heritage as opposed to yourself, and as he drew himself out, only to press back in again, your mind went blank, all semblance of scientific curiosity tossed out the window.

Your cries of pleasure mixed with his as he repeated the motion, again, and again, and again, and oh Gods, you couldn’t even think. The pace he adopted was clearly with your comfort in mind, but it was rapidly becoming not enough. You needed more, all you could fathom was how much you needed more.

“Faster,” you gasped, your voice barely there, but he heard you, as evident by the way his ears perked up.

Tighnari snarled, his grip on your body tightening, and when you whimpered, he lost control completely.

His fingers were sure to be pressing bruises into your flesh from how hard he was gripping your body, but you didn’t care, not when every cell in your body was demanding more, more, more. You were vaguely aware of your volume, and you put the back of your hand over your mouth in a half hearted attempt to quiet yourself, but it basically did fuck all, especially when Tighnari reached up to yank your hand away, pinning it by your side.

“I want to hear you,” he rasped, “every single sound you make, I want to hear it.”

Your brain fogged further with desire, fueled by the low, rough timbre Tighnari’s usually gentle voice had adopted, and you whined, back arching off the pleasantly cool stones beneath your body. With his words, every last shred of dignity that you’d feebly been clinging to evaporated.

Tignnari hiked one of your legs over his shoulder as he inched closer, rolling his hips in a way that made stars blast across your hazy vision. You’d never been this aroused before in your life, and all you could do was squirm and cry out as Tighnari fucked you absolutely dumb.

“Need more,” Tighnari hissed, his hands sliding along your body, “need more, needmoreneedmore—”

He let out a low, keening moan as you tightened around him, your hips bucking against his, toes curling. You felt like your sanity was slipping through your fingers like a palmful of sand, and you realized with a sudden shock that you were about to cum, and you were about to cum hard.

The climax hit you with the force of a tidal wave, and your body went stiff, back arching off the stones, hands scrambling for purchase and finding nothing. Your mind was a sea of empty thought, stars bursting across your vision as you convulsed, pulsing around Tighnari’s cock, and he wasn’t even pausing, a snarl tearing from his chest as he pushed deeper inside of you.

Your continued climax was making you lightheaded as you panted for breath, the decline less of a decline and more of a work up to yet another peak as Tighnari kept a steady, dizzying pace, making your eyes roll into the back of your skull. Everything was too much, but it still wasn’t even slightly enough, a bizarre oxymoron that sent shockwaves dancing across your electrified nerves.

Tignnari twitched inside of you, making you whimper, and you looked up at him through your lashes, watching his face. The mask of delirium was back, Tighnari’s eyes wild as he drove himself towards his own climax with deep, even thrusts that grew more and more unsteady.

“Take it,” you heard him rasp, “take it take it take it—”

He shoved himself all the way inside of you, and with a sudden shout, he twitched sharply, and you could feel him filling you, stuffing you full with searing heat. Somewhere in the back of your pollen addled mind, you were glad that your birth control tonic kept you from getting pregnant with a guarantee.

You could feel his cum leaking out of you, and when he noticed, his fingers swept along the curve of your ass and shoved the liquid back inside of you, a sensation that made you let out a startled moan.

Without pulling out, Tighnari was shifting, switching places with you on the stones, where the sat himself down, with you in his lap. The sudden change of position caused you to sink down, pushing him deeper inside of you, a sensation that made you gasp sharply. You appreciated some aspects of the shift, however, as this gave you full access to his body, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as his hands found your hips, dragging up and along your waist.

He said nothing as he found your mouth, joining it with his in a kiss far more gentle than you’d been expecting, an expression of affection amid the suffocating lust that afflicted you both.

Slowly, you moved, rocking your hips as you sank back down onto him, a motion that made you cry out, a sound that mingled almost musically with his own cry. His nails dug into the plush of your thighs, one hand sliding down where you were joined with him to rub circles against your clit, an action that made you stiffen sharply, almost started by the burst of sensation.

His mouth left yours to trail down your throat, teeth grazing against the spot he’d bitten before and making you shiver. He was moving with you as you rocked your hips, one hand on your waist to help you along, his hips bucking to meet you every time you sank back down onto his cock. You heard him whisper your name, and you bent to kiss him again, an action he returned with vigor.

Your fingers combed through his hair, meeting where his ears met his scalp, and you heard him gasp into your mouth as your nails grazed against the sensitive skin. He broke the kiss to tuck his face into the crook of your neck, keening desperately, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Keep touching me there,” he finally managed, and who were you to deny him?

Your nails dragged along his ears, making him groan, and you felt his arm wind around your waist, taking over controlling the pace as he pushed you down onto his cock, guiding you as you moved. You somewhat appreciated it; your thighs had been growing sore. You assisted him by rolling your hips as you moved with him, something he rewarded with a sharp buck of his hips, making blurry stars scatter across your vision, a shrill whine tearing itself from your throat.

Tighnari pressed down on your clit, making you tense, teeth gritting and eyes squeezing closed, and you felt him trail open mouthed kisses down your throat, overloading you with sensation, and you sobbed his name as he tugged you closer, filling you so completely. You felt like you were going insane, and not one part of you wanted it to stop.

You couldn’t even speak as your climax drew closer, only able to let out a strangled cry as Tighnari’s teeth sank into the delicate skin of your shoulder, the pain barely noticeable as it mixed with the overwhelming pleasure. If anything, it just heightened it all, your nerves going off like fireworks under his touch.

With a sudden gasp, your climax slammed into you, making you still as the sensations hit you with enough force to make you dizzy. You were vaguely aware of the sounds Tignnari was making as you tightened around him, muffled by your shoulder, and you were suddenly under him again, sprawled across the stones once more, hands pinned above your head with one of his as he fucked you at a near punishing pace.

His eyes locked onto yours as he moved against you, and you couldn’t even imagine what your face looked like. You could feel tears of overstimulation on your cheeks, sweat on your brow, and you were sure you were an absolute wreck, but so was he. His hair was a mess, the chartreuse of his bangs intermixing with the dark of the rest of his hair, and his face was flushed a rather lovely pink, eyes half lidded. His ears had fallen to droop on either side of his head. His lips were kiss swollen and pink, and you were sure your own were the same.

Tighnari’s free hand slid down your body to hike one of your legs up around his waist, gripping at the plush of your thigh, and you whimpered as his nails bit into the tender skin. You were so sensitive it was almost unbearable, and you tossed your head back when his thumb pressed your clit again, letting out an unrestrained wail, tears beading in the corners of your eyes, and you felt Tighnari kiss them away before joining his mouth to yours once more.

You knew he was going to cum from the unsteady way he was breathing, and you were too, far too sensitive to stand anything else. You didn’t know how much more you could take; everything was blurring together in a cacophony of noise and sensation that left you straining against Tighnari’s grip on your wrists.

“Fill me, please,” you gasped abruptly, surprising even yourself, and Tighnari pulled back from your mouth to gaze at you, eyes wild.

“That’s what you want?” He snarled, “you want me to stuff you full of my cum? yeah? You wanna be filled?”

You nodded rapidly, his words making suffocating arousal course through your veins, and you felt him pick up the pace, forcing you into another dizzying climax, your back arching sharply off the ground. You could just barely hear him whispering praises over the thrum of blood in your ears, and you let out a strangled whine as his mouth connected with your nipple, making you thrash in his hold. He wasn’t even letting you breathe, and all you could think about was him, all around you, mixing with the scent of the pollen in the air in an intoxicating fragrance.

Mercifully, he removed his hand from between your bodies, simply resting it on your hip as he chased his own climax next, whispering your name and filthy praises as he drew closer and closer, his pace growing uneven.

He finally reached his end with a low, nearly possessive growl, holding onto you with a bruising force as he stuffed you full once more, heat blooming in your belly, uncaring about the way his cum was leaking out of you. His teeth were gritted, eyes squeezed shut, and you felt his grip on your wrists loosen just enough that you could wrestle free, so you pulled him down to meet you in a fierce kiss.

He finally slowed, his breath heavy and uneven as he came down from his high, his forehead resting against yours as he remained still, softening inside of you. You relaxed back onto the stones, pleased by the cool temperature they brought, soothing against your burning skin. Your breath was still quick and thin as you recovered, and you could still smell the pollen in the air, but exhaustion was taking over, forcing your eyelids to close.

Tighnari pulled out of you, and you whined at the sudden emptiness, but recovered quickly as he tugged you onto the grass and to his chest, nose nuzzling into your hair where he pressed a kiss. Neither of you were able to speak, completely spent, and you shifted slowly to wrap an arm around his bare waist. The pollen’s scent was falling into the background as the exertion began to wash over you, and you could tell it was the same for Tighnari.

You were asleep in a matter of seconds, pressed close to him.

Warm.

You were warm. And it was dark. Well, darker. You’d been sleeping, you knew that much. The sounds of Avidiya Forest were present around you, as well as the sound of a waterfall. Your brain was lagging behind as you woke, still groggy from such a deep slumber.

You were pressed against something solid and warm and breathing, and when you opened your eyes, you almost jumped from your skin.

Tignnari was laying beside you, sound asleep. He was holding you in his arms, in a possessive, tender way, and it was suddenly all flooding back to you. The pollen. That damn pollen.

Your brain finally caught up, and you remembered. You expected you should be sore, but you weren’t. You felt more satisfied than you ever had before, completely rejuvenated. You lifted your head to look over at the curtain of flowers, only to find that the blossoms had closed, taking the pollen’s scent with them. It had also fallen dark, the sun already setting. You’d been asleep for a while, but after that, you supposed that wasn’t surprising.

You focused back on Tignnari. He looked so peaceful in his sleep, so relaxed. Every bit of tension had been drained away, leaving him looking soft and gentle. You reached a hand up to cup his cheek before you could stop yourself, and he started you when he leaned into your touch.

“Hello,” he said, voice still thick with sleep, and you felt your cheeks beginning to warm.

“Hi.”

And there was your anxiety. What if Tighnari thought that what you’d just done together was a mistake? Things surely wouldn’t be the same after that, you knew that much. He couldn’t just fuck your brains out and then act like nothing happened. That wasn’t how Tighnari was.

But then, he was leaning in to kiss you, and every single doubt was expelled from your mind. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of tender emotions and care, and it made your heart stutter in your chest.

“Was I too rough with you?” He asked after pulling away, and you shook your head.

“No. It was… it was good.”

Tignnari raised his eyebrows. “Just ‘good?’”

You blanched. “N-no, it was more than good. It was amazing.”

A soft, tender chuckle. “I was only teasing you. You were amazing, too.”

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before he spoke again. “That wasn’t how I imagined that happening for the first time,” he said, a laugh in his voice, and you turned to look at him, trying not to show the surprise on your face.

From the way he was smiling, soft and affectionate, you’d failed on that front.

“I fell in love with you quite a while ago,” he said, “I thought I’d been clear in my advances, but maybe not. I care for you very deeply, though. If you don’t feel the same, I—”

You cut him off, scoffing derisively at the sheer absurdity of that statement, with a kiss. He held you to him, cradling your face in his hands, until you both ran out of air.

“There’s my answer, then,” he said with a smile. You answered him with another quick kiss.

“I love you, too,” you said, “I thought you didn’t feel the same.”

Tighnari snorted, eyes glittering with mirth. “I suppose we’re both a little dense, then.”

You sat up, stretching your arms over your head. “We should wash up. And head back. It’s gotten late. We’re probably missed.”

Tighnari sighed, sitting up beside you. “As much as I’d rather stay here with you a while longer, you’re most likely correct. Collei is probably beside herself with worry.”

You stood on unsteady feet, and Tighnari followed you to the clear pool. The two of you rinsed your bodies off until you felt sufficiently clean before redressing. You were careful to make sure your sample jars were well sealed before you picked up your rucksack, shrugging it onto your back.

“Ready?” Tignnari asked, and you decided he looked lovely in the first rays of moonlight. You smiled at him, taking his outstretched hand in yours and squeezing.

“Yeah.”

Hand in hand, you walked back to Gandharva Ville, basking in the natural symphony of the forest.

Fin.

[fleet-of-fiction]

Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

Summary: Jake interrupts bath time with smutty intention.

Warnings: Use of a shower head as a sex toy. Masturbation. Dirty talk.

Soft music serenaded the water as it spilled into the tub. Turning it from limpid to snowy white bubbles frothing on the surface. Candles were flickering in the corner of the tub, the scent lingering in the building steam.

You poured yourself a generous glass of red wine and dipped a toe in. Your hair fastened loosely upon your crown, tendrils of it falling down your neck at the back as you slid into the hot water.

Every muscle gave in to the heat as you submerged your body. Placing your glass on the edge and letting your hands gather the bubbles, you felt your jaw unclench and your mind clear itself of the days concerns.

You were drifting off into a somnolent state when the sound of the front door echoed down the hall. That little click of the lock letting you know that he was home. His footsteps sounded out over the music and you formed an image in your mind of him kicking off his shoes by the door as he propped his guitar case up by the bureau.

"Where are you, beautiful?!" He called, following the sound of the music.

You smiled as you opened your eyes. "I'm in the tub, handsome!"

He appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arm raised. The buttons of his shirt already open. He looked completely fucked out, pulling a hand through his dishevelled hair.

"That's a sight for sore eyes." He mused, "Just what I needed after looking at three other dudes all night."

"Jake." You rolled your eyes. "That's no way to talk about your brothers."

He came into the bathroom and swiped your glass of wine. Taking a long swig of it before settling on the floor at your side, his elbow propped on the edge of the tub as his hand floated absently over the bubbles.

"It really isn't my fault if all I could think about was getting home to see your pretty little tits sitting on top of the water like that." He said, swirling the bubbles around your nipples. "I practically ran for the door the minute I got your text."

As a matter of courtesy, you liked him to know when you'd be unwinding. Taking care of yourself in his absence. More accurately, you were bored whilst he was at the studio and made a point to let him know you'd be running yourself a nice, hot bath.

"Is that so?" You replied, reaching your wet hand out of the water to meet with his. "What else were you imagining?"

Those calloused fingers entwined with yours. He allowed himself a glance down your body as the bubbles began to disperse. Leaning in, you could smell the coffee on him. No doubt he had sunk cup after cup trying to keep himself alert as the hours ticked on.

Now he was buzzed as he kissed you. His hair slipping away from behind his ears and tickling your collar bone. His lips lazily parting so that he could slip the tip of his tongue into your mouth and get a taste.

"Well, I imagined that for a start." He whispered, pulling away with a wicked grin. "Why don't you just lie back and let me show you everything else?"

You liked it when he came home in these chaotic moods. Like he'd been focussing too hard on something else and just wanted to let his mind wander. You were his little plaything when he was like this. Just a vessel for all the depravity that had been building up inside him.

"Ok, baby." You replied, letting your knees part underneath the water.

His jaw clenched as he reached inside. Soaking his rolled up sleeve as he trailed a hand down your mound and rounded his fingers at the edge of your slit. He rose to his knees at the side of the bath tub as he stared down at you in the water.

"Gonna make a flood, baby." He warned, "Why don't you grab those pretty little tits for me? Hold them steady?"

Your hands rounded the curve of your breasts, the buds of your nipples peeking out from the gaps between your splayed fingers. Jake appraised you silently, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he ran his middle finger down the centre of your pussy.

Plunging it into your entrance, he took delight in seeing you gasp. Seeing your face contort. Your mouth lilt open and your eyes plead with him to never stop. The little moan that came out was nothing more than a whimper, but he moaned in unison at the sensation of your pussy clamping around his digit.

"You want another?" He asked, easing it in and out of you deliciously slowly.

All you could do was nod desperately. Your hands squeezing down on your breasts as he slipped another finger in.

"Fucking good girl." He crooned, leaning further over you, ripping into you with such force the water sloshed over the side of the tub and puddled on the tiled floor. "You see why I run home to you when you're like this for me?"

You continued to nod. "Fuck me with those guitar fingers, Jakey."

He didn't need any encouragement. The swell of your clitoris was against his thumb in mere seconds, the hook of his fingers inside you dimmed the music entirely as you let your moans cry out. Your back arched, the water spilling persistently over the edge, pooling at his knees.

His hand was churning up a storm between your thighs. His eyes watching your face as you stared up at him in bliss. Fuck, he was so beautiful when he looked at you like that. Like you were the cause and the effect of his mind not being able to focus on anything else. Like you just did it for him, plain and simple.

"Stellar performance." He breathed, "Got me so fucking hard."

His tongue led his mouth back to you. Kissing you a little more deeply than he had before, his tongue slipping a little further as it brushed against yours. Meshing together as his mouth opened and closed against you.

"Mmmm..." You whined against his lips, "Why don't you take off that shirt? You're wet through."

He had barely noticed. Smirking as he pulled it off his shoulders. Letting it drop into the puddle on the floor. You marvelled at his chest, his smooth stomach and the way it flexed as he stood. Loosening his belt as he looked down at the mess he had made.

"Take off the rest of it." You urged, watching him with your hands still pressed firmly against your tits.

He opened his belt and pulled out his cock. Taking a languid stroke to the tip and round his fist there as he continued to look at you. Pulling down his jeans until they sat snugly around his thighs.

"Not yet, baby." He teased, "I want you all needy for it, first."

There wasn't a time when you didn't need it. The constant thought of his cock was a daily distraction. One that caused you to pause far too often with whatever task demanded your attention whilst you imagined him grovelling on your pussy, getting it ready to receive him.

"I'm needy baby, I promise." You moaned, "Why don't you get in here with me?"

He flashed another heart stopping grin at you as he complied. Letting his jeans hit the ground. Tearing off his boxers and socks until he was stood there completely naked with a raging hard on that made your pussy throb incessantly.

"Rain." He uttered under his breath, never taking his eye off you as he reached for the shower head.

Your cunt was positively a ball of ache as he turned it on. Cool sprinkles of water hitting your flesh just beneath the surface as he adjusted the temperature.

"What are you planning to do with that?" You asked curiously, raking fingertips over your hard nipples as you finally let go of them and slid your hands down your centre.

"Open your pussy lips for me and you'll find out." He instructed, turning the shower head through all the different stream settings.

The first one was always your favourite. A soft, almost spray like fountain that covered your entire body. Perfect for when you needed a quick rinse. The second one you barely used, a little harder than the first but far too sparse in the way it only used the first two rings of the head. The third was a powerful jet that was dominant and forceful, using the inner most rings to shoot out the most intense rush of water. You took note of Jakes raised eyebrow as he settled on that one.

He stepped into the tub carefully. Making sure to keep the water confined to your body. You cried out as it hit your nipples. The vibration of the power behind the water felt like they were being squeezed tightly.

"Does it hurt?" He enquired, a flash of something in his inflection that told you perhaps he wanted it to, a little.

You bit your lip. "In the best way."

Jake slid down into the tub, keeping his legs outside yours. Stretching out, pulling you by your calves until your pussy was almost flush with his erection that was pulsating against his thigh under the water. The shower head bubbling away beneath the surface, you could feel the tickle of it against your mound as he brought it up.

"Let me see your clit." He ordered, his eyes widening as you laced two fingers between your pussy lips and spread them apart.

He marvelled at it. Stroking it furtively with his thumb before bringing the shower head against it. Not directly at first, letting the jet stream edge you as it hit the nerve endings.

"Oh, fuck..." You whined, panting as he pushed it further against your swell.

The sight of him at the other end of the tub, his delight in seeing you so pathetically at his whim was beyond sexy. His hair was wet now and pushed back from his face. The little stubble on his upper lip quivering as he took you in. Legs open and now wrapped almost around his waist. The rest of you laid back, tits bouncing against his onslaught.

"You take it so good." He praised, "Want more?"

Your face silently consented to it, eyes rolling back as he pressed the shower head directly against your clit. The outpour of the jet hitting you so fiercely made your voice ring out clear as a bell. High pitched and ratified. He pressed his hand flat and firm against your pubic bone to hold you steady.

"That's my girl." He soothed, making subtle circles with it. "Tell me how good it feels."

You began writhing your hips against it. Forcing the water pressure to vibrate against your clit.

"Mmmm, you have the most depraved ideas Jakey." You told him, "You can make it rain whenever you want, baby."

He signalled you to lean forward. A little upward tilt of his head, a nod calling for you to meet him in the middle. You pulled yourself upright, the shower head sitting snugly between the two of you. You met him in a violent kiss, tongues exploring deeply and nibbles at your lips.

"Fill me up." You begged, "I need you inside me."

He wickedly pulled your bottom lip away from your mouth with his teeth.

"I'm not done with you yet, beautiful." He purred, "I want you to stand up for me."

You were in no position to argue. You'd been at his mercy ever since he walked through the door. You were a little pouty over the fact you weren't getting what you wanted, and he noticed.

"Oh, you know little brats don't get rewarded, don't you?" He asked tentatively, "Now stand the fuck up."

You didn't say another word. Dripping as you pulled yourself up and out of the water. Droplets cascading down your breasts and hips. Your core sitting just above his gaze.

He turned the shower head around, parting your pussy lips with eager fingertips. You should have known that begging for his cock too soon would mean he would make you wait longer. Justified now, knowing that what he had in mind for you would always make you feel close to heaven.

"I'm sorry baby." You whined, "I didn't mean to..."

His hand was coiled around the handle tightly, pressing the pressure into you before pulling back to watch you glow. Letting it rain from your mound, holding you with his free hand around your thigh.

"Didn't mean to rush me?" He completed your broken sentence. "You know better than that. You know you'll get my cock."

He was enjoying pleasuring you this way. Watching the stream hit your swollen clit and flow down the rest of your pussy. Moving his hand in and out so that the pressure increased and decreased to drive you wild.

Eventually, he dropped it entirely. Pulling you down, making you sit squarely onto his mouth. His wet tongue penetrating you as his nose brushed against the almost numb effect on your clit. The shower head hit the bottom of the tub, spraying out and extinguishing the candles.

In near darkness you he made you ride his face. Knees bent so that you could hold your weight as he dug his fingers into your ass cheeks. Hands pressed into the warm tile behind him, wondering if this had been his plan all along.

"If you don't fuck me soon I'll cum in your mouth before your cock has been anywhere near me!" You warned breathlessly, barely able to string the words together as he gathered your cunt up to savagely eat it.

Jake tore his head back, looking up at you devilishly. The light from the hall outside illuminating the side of his face, the rest of him shrouded in darkness. Torturously handsome. His chin wet, not with the bath water but with you...

"Maybe I'll have you do both." He said, surrendering to you finally.

He moved to stand, grabbing the errant shower head as he rose. Placing it back on it's perch.

"Bend over." He growled, "What's rain without a little thunder?"

The End.

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YESSSS FANTASTIC!!! Utena is so so special to me as a piece of media that gets better and better with each rewatch and still floors me every time that I reach the end in just how hopeful it is and how masterfully it crafts characters and their conflicts it's so <3!!! It's genuinely like. My favorite piece of media ever. As for symbolism I think my favorite that I picked out was the coding of red and white and pink roses throughout the series it makes me. So crazy. Seeing red being a color so heavily tied to the rose bride and everything it embodies, a sense of forced passivity, meanwhile white and white roses being tied to the idea of princehood and being Active and such, it's not super super cut and dry but it makes me mental? Like the dress utena is given for the ball episode in the first arc having a red rose as part of it while being tied to this idea of touga trying to "tame" her... Utena wearing a white rose for every duel EXCEPT the one where she is fighting for herself at the end of the first arc (that being the pink rose she has for. I think exclusively that duel?i can't remember if we get a pink rose again at the end of the series or not) and how dueling is so embodying of her playing prince etc etc. as such pink being both tied to utena in just the fact she's the Pink One but also because along the lines of that symbolism pink is the in-between, the boy-girl, the thing that is both prince and bride, etc etc. it makes me want to chew through WALLS!!! I've got to say my favorite is so hard to pick but it might just be wakaba flourishing. It just goes too hard. Like the ending will always hold a special place in my heart and the shiori black rose duel is so good for the elevator sequence alone, but man something about wakaba flourishing just hits different. The emotional impact, the sudden depth wakaba is given just by focusing on her and involving her in the duels to show not even she can escape the reach of this system just. Man. And it is such a gorgeous episode too like visually, the deep oranges they use are so so good!! I'm so so glad you enjoyed the series it's always such a good time :DD

Hi!! Im guessing you finished utena- thoughts?? Feelings?? Favorite bit of symbolism? Favorite episode? Anything?

Hiiii omg!! I sure did!!! My thoughts and feelings are that I am 1) screaming and 2) ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE!!!! It was so gorgeously crafted, the queer themes were beautifully rendered, the darker themes which would normally put me off entirely were SO compellingly done that I'm really glad I persevered with the show!!! I don't know if I'm bold enough to pick a favorite piece of symbolism (especially when I'm sure a solid portion must've flown directly over my head), but I really loved the repeated fairy-tale style openings with utena's past that morphed towards the finale!! And I have no idea if I can pick a favorite episode, but ep34's reveal of what exactly the prince showed utena murdered me DEAD and I loved it beyond words <333 Thank you so much for asking!!! What are your answers to the same questions?

[invadergarf]

she played Nanami so well and the writers did amazing. Bud of the White Rose (2018) was too good, rgu was made to be a musical.

[transmascutena]

we just watched the utena bud of the white rose musical on discord i forgot how fucking amazing it is if you have never seen it do yourself a favor and do it it's on youtube

[empty-movement]

Gogai gogai!! Empty Movement has a proud tradition of Secret Santa events, be they in the forum or the Discord. This year, my Santee asked for musical content. Lol. Lmao. What luck for them, and what luck for me!!! So, in celebration of the holidays* I stretched my legs out in the Elementor site building software I got, and compiled an absolute BUTTLOAD of 2018 and 2019 Musical Utena content. Observations, stories, tidbits and tidbats about the shows from the crazy bitch that yeeted herself to Japan twice to see them and bring them back to you. (Yes, we are planning to stream them soon, sorry about the delay!! ~IRL STUFF.~)

Explore, enjoy, and hopefully you'll find something new and interesting to you! These shows basically changed my life, so it was amazing to get a prompt from someone who came into Utena *through them.* Amazing.

*LAST EPISODE OF UTENA AIRED ON CHRISTMAS EVE IT IS A HOLY DAY

[sinfulstarskitten]

Blackpink House 5

previous part: https://at.tumblr.com/sinfulstarskitten/bp-house-4/yu02ynp4gnqb

You spend the rest of the day in your room watching tv as the girls enjoy themselves. You can hear that music has been turned on, and you imagined they all having a day party.

You would have joined them if you weren't saving your stamina up for Lisa's whispered promise that morning.

"We're gonna corrupt Rosie tonight, then you're gonna fuck me so hard that I can't walk tomorrow."

You grin at the thought. Let Lisa dance as much as she wants today, cuz she certainly couldn't tomorrow once you're done with her.

You rested back on the head board casually as the two girls climbed onto your bed.

Rose had her soft blonde hair in pigtails, dressed in a tight baby pink top and cute white tennis skirt that barely covered her bubble butt.

Lisa was dressed the opposite, her dark hair flowing freely over her sexy black lingerie set. Black lace see through bra that molded around her breast perfectly and a lacy thong showcasing her amazing ass.

"What do you want us to do daddy?" Rose giggles innocently. "We'll do anything you want."

Lisa nods, eyes hungrily examining your shirtless form.

"Lisa darling, how about we put our attention on our little baby girl here first hm?" You stroke rose's hair as she leans into your touch.

Lisa grins. "Just tell me what to do oppa."

"Kiss her." You say darkly. "No hands on her, just kiss. I'm gonna properly corrupt her tonight."Rose whimpers as Lisa leans over to lock Lips. Rose innocently kisses while Lisa sucks on her lips, shoving her tongue into her mouth. Rose moans and Lisa pulls away, lips glistening with saliva. Rose tries to capture Lisa's lips again, but you push her back with one hand.

"Be a good fucking slut." You order, "my punishments won't be as pleasing as mommy's."

Rose whimpers, rubbing her thighs together as she kneels on your bed.

"Now Lisa, give me a good show and strip off her shirt."

Lisa's experienced hands first crawl under roses shirt, giving her small breasts a squeeze before slipping off the tight fabric.

Rose's chest was as perky and cute as ever, and you watch as Lisa's eyes take in the milky white breasts eagerly. You chuckle.

"You've had enough boobs to play with Lisa. These babies," you give one a squeeze" are mine for the night. "Play with your own while I fondle my baby?"

Lisa bites her lip and nods. You pull rose onto your lap, back against your chest, then cover her breasts with your warm large hands. You don't take your eyes off Lisa as you knead the mounds as you please, enjoying the soft roundness under your fingers. Lisa watches you jealously as she rubs her nipples over her bra.

Rose whimpers as you pinch a nipple, twisting and pulling.

"Lisa honey, why don't you take off that sexy little bra an rub your nipples against Rosie's instead?"

Lisa squeals at your words an instantly unclips her bra. Her boobs jiggle as she crawls between your legs, holding her breasts in both hands to rub against Rosie's.

"No hands. No mouth. Just breasts on breasts." You order. "Meanwhile, I'll loosen up our baby and prepare her for my cock."

Rosie moans as Lisa's perked buds brush against her soft ones, and Lisa presses hard into rose, flattening them both. You chuckle at their eagerness and focus on slipping your hand under rose's lewd skirt, finding no panties underneath them. You drag a finger up her wet Cunt and she moans, body limping against you.

Lisa leans in, bouncing her breasts with rose. You glide your fingers around rose's wet folds as you lean into to kiss Lisa on the lips.

"My breasts want to be sucked on oppa" Lisa whines. "Please pleasure me if rose can't"

You can't refuse such a cute dangerous little thing so you comply, slapping Lisa's ass with your other hand to make her sit up and shove her tits on your face. You chuckle against the soft mounds before biting down on the tenderly, causing Lisa to let out the dirtiest moan.

Rose whimpers as you slip a finger into her pussy, slowly pumping into her. She is so dripping wet that your fingers squelch as they pump in and out. Meanwhile, you suck on Lisa's nipple hard, determined to paint her chest with the hickeys she adored leaving on her members. Her breasts would be so sore that she'd cry if you touched her afterwards.

You switch to Lisa's other nipple as a fresh hickey blooms on her chest and slip another finger into your whimpering little rose. You don't have to wait long before the young girl shudders with a loud mewl, cumming all over your hands. Lisa pulls away from you, your lips leaving her nipple with a loud pop, looking down at rose's creamy cunt.

"Can Rosie eat me out till I cream like this oppa?" Lisa asks breathlessly." While I watch you fuck her till she faints?"

You kiss Lisa's belly. "That's an awesome idea babe"

You slide rose off your body and onto the bed. Her lips tremble in anticipation as you pull your rock hard dick out of your pants. Lisa instantly distracts the girl by grabbing the headboard and sitting on her face.

"It's gonna be okay baby girl. Just do what you always do and oppa will take care of it"Rosie lets put a whimper. "Will daddy be gentle?"

You chuckle. "Daddy will go easy on you first, then I'll pound into you so hard you pass out."Rose moans, but Lisa shuts her up by shoving her pussy down on her mouth. You kiss Lisa's bear back before pushing up roses skirt, revealing her pretty pink pussy.

You line up your dick with her entrance, then slowly enter.

You curse as you feel how tight and needy her cunt is, sucking on your cock so hard. You push your cock in roughly and rose cries out. You're too pleasured by her pussy to care, but Lisa grinds her pussy into her mouth to keep her quiet.

You slowly sink deeper into the girl, as she whines and trembles. You can barely register Lisa's moans as Rose eats her out with tearful eyes, only focused on what a good fuck you're having.

"Daddy you're too big." Rose moans finally when she gets the chance. "If you go in any deeper I'll break."

Lisa reaches back to harshly grope rose's tits. "Shut up and take Oppa in like a good little slut. And don't you dare stop licking my pussy."

You grin at Lisa's harsh words which made rose sob. But just for good measure, you throw one of roses leg over your shoulder and reach out the spank Lisa's ass.

"Told you not to touch her boobs." You grin evilly. "I won't be so kind to you when it's your turn."

Lisa whimpers, but you could see that she's turned on.

"Let's finish up with this whore fast Oppa. I can't wait for you."

You can't keep your sexy bitch waiting can you? You start pounding into rose, fast and hard as she screams into Lisa's pussy. Lisa grabs the blonde by her hair and shoves her crying face into her cunt.

You watch the erotic sight, feeling your dick growing hot. Just as Lisa orgasms on Rose's face with a soul sucking gasp, rose comes on your dick.

Lisa falls back on the bed as rose shudders.

You pause for a second, making the pretty blonde think it's over. But you exchange a knowing glance with Lisa, and you grin.

Baby girl doesn't know that the party is just getting started.

***

Lisa slides in behind rose, propping up the exhausted girl against her chest.

"How was Oppa, baby?"

"Daddy was so good I saw stars Lisa." Rose says weakly. "I came so hard. He was pounding into me and I felt so fucking good."

"Is that so." You hum, slowly riding into her. Her orgasm made it easier for your cock to slip in and out, but she was still kinda tight. "But if I was so good, why is your pussy still clenching around my dick hm? Why are you still conscious?"

Rose's confused look turns horrified as you pick up your pace, hips slamming against her.

Rose lets out a loud moan, falling back against Lisa, who pushes her back up.

"Open your eyes Rosie. You need to watch. This is your first time having a cock in your little pussy! You need to watch how it goes inside you!"

So rose watches as your cock slides in and out of her. Her body is so weak that she can't even sit up straight without Lisa's help. You slam into her merciless while the tired girl can do nothing but mewl.

"Such pretty words." Lisa cooes, slipping a finger into rose's mouth. "Suck on it baby, be quiet for me."

Rose sucks obediently, the lewd sight motivating you. You slam your entire length into her and rose arches, tears streaming down her face but silenced by Lisa's finger. You pound into her so hard that that bed squeaks.

"I'm going to fuck you hard till you can't even open your eyes. I'm gonna fill you up so good that you'll feel me inside you for days. I'll fuck you till you can't walk, so you'll have to crawl to me when you're needy for my cock."

Rose lets go of Lisa's finger and moans loudly.

Lisa quickly silences her with a kiss.

You keep going till rose comes three more times, till her thighs and your dick are thickly coated with her creamy juices. Lisa has to prop her head up and slap her boobs to keep her eyes open, watching the lewd scene. Finally, after controlling yourself for hours, you release your load into her without warning.

Lisa holds rose steady as ropes and ropes of your semen shoot into her writhing body. She can't take it, but you bury your dick deeper into her and shoot out every drop of your cum. Tears drip down roses sweaty face as Lisa wipes them off lovingly. As your semen fills up Rose, Lisa presses her hand on Rose's now bloated tummy, impressed.

"Will you have enough left for me Oppa?"

You chuckle, preparing to pull out of the now unconscious girl. "I have enough to fill you and both your unnies to the brim."

Lisa moans at your words, but stops you as you try and pull out.

"Wait! I have something for this!"

Lisa gently lets roses head drop down on the bed as she climbs off, rummaging through her drawer. She pulls out something baby pink, handing it over to you.

"Rosie told me last night that she wants your cum to be inside her for as long as possible." She smirks seductively, stroking the sleeping girl. "So I got her a pussy plug just for this occasion. I doubt our baby knew she'd be this full, but she's getting what she asked for right?"

The thought of rose being full of you for the whole day tomorrow was enough to get you hard again. You imaged her discomfort, her bloated belly sloshing with your seed. Then you imagined the pure satisfaction at the end of the day, when you pull the plug out and all your semen gushes out and coats her milky thighs.

You kiss Lisa for her gift and slowly pull out of rose. The minute your tip was out, you pushed the plug into her pussy before any of your creamy load could come out. Rose doesn't even flinch. She's knocked out cold.

You cover rose with a blanket, just below her breasts for some eye candy, while you finally turn your attention to Lisa.

"You've been such a good girl tonight." You darkly whisper. "And it's finally your turn."

[justadram]

A 19th c. New York City Jon/Sansa drabble

angst, longing, complicated relationships

The announcement is made--Miss Sansa Stark's engagement to Willas Tyrell--at the party thrown precisely for the purpose of a grand announcement. Raise up the family in this trying time, brush all the unpleasantness under the imported rugs with music and food and the press of a crowd gathered to witness it.

Dany did say it would be an engagement. Swore to it twice as they rode down Fifth Avenue, carriage rocking. She sounded rather too pleased about the prospect when she usually has very little in the way of kindness for his cousin. Jon refused to believe it. Too old for her, Jon insisted, and he still thinks so, as he attempts to grit out a smile and his wife lifts her champagne.

"Raise your glass, Jon," she says, lips barely moving.

He does, but only to bring the crystal rim to his waiting lips. He won't toast the happy couple, nor will he do Dany's bidding. Not tonight. He's in no mood to be agreeable.

Dany does say he's taciturn and overly sensitive, so he might as well play the part the way her opera friends do nightly on a stage lit too bright.

"She's your cousin. Pretend to be pleased."

"I'm happy for her of course."

His hand flexes at his side.

Dany looks sidelong at him, pale brow arched. "Oh yes, very. Listen, try not to murder the man in front of this lot. They'll sue and I'm not sure your confidence would stand up to the task of self-representation."

Her dress is red. Blood red. Her favorite color. She never fades into the background. Not even among these people who whisper behind fans about her. Nor should she, and yet, her bold temperament is perhaps not as well suited to his as he once believed.

She'll insist he dances with her tonight, though he would prefer to hide in the palm room, nursing this damnable ache that's spreading through his chest. Just long enough so that he can pull himself together to congratulate Catelyn on the match. Or Bran if he isn't feeling up to facing the matriarch of the family.

"It's a shame she couldn't get what she wanted. I suppose that's a new sensation for her." Her head tilts, as the musicians begin to play. She brings the coupe to her mouth, covering it as she amends, "Who she wanted. But the Tyrells are climbing like roses, aren't they? She'll add a lovely old-world aura to all that vulgar American newness."

Sansa Stark is America, she's as American as they come, first family and all, but he understands the import. There is the New York of old and what's coming to sweep that all away in a cloud of coal dust.

"That mansion is a monstrosity."

Willas looks down at his bride to be as if she's made of moonlight, twinkling in the Stark ballroom that is half the size of the Tyrell one.

White. Virginal. Untouched.

Just last week Jon spread his fingers until they spanned her jaw and tipped her head back, so her perfectly pink lips parted like an opening bud before she fled from the glass gardens, trailing the smell of hot house gardenias.

Not unsurprising behavior from a bastard relation, even one who pretended to be decent.

His heart throbs.

If only it was just sin tucked in his breast. The right preacher could drive it out.

"I didn't know you had architectural opinions."

Yes, moonlight. Sansa Stark is a moonbeam captured in Willas Tyrell's open palm, as he tows her towards the dance floor where she and Jon have never publicly stepped out together.

He frowns down into his glass and grimaces against the burn of the bubbles as he swallows. "I don't."

"Perhaps they'll let her decorate it in her own style. There's endless money there." Her voice lilts, teasing, prodding at the wound. The right family was important once, now the right amount of money is the only thing that matters. "Or is it the family you object to? Such a snob for one born on the wrong side of the blanket, aren't you?"

"If Old Ned was alive--"

"Yes, he was very fond of you, I'm sure, but Catelyn Stark would have never, Jon. Never allowed it. You could be as rich as Croesus and she'd look down her nose at you. You know that. She's as provincial as they come. You too for some unknown reason."

She's only hissed out the assertion when Sansa's eyes meet his through a gap in the crowd. He might only imagine the fleeting swoop of unhappiness pulling at her features, the same thing he imagined on her pretty face when he returned from Vienna with Dany wrapped around his arm in a silk dress cut too low for Fifth Avenue society.

It seemed a fortuitous event when he met the beautiful widow with old family ties to New York, though Dany had never seen the city herself. There was a hint of scandal about her. But there was about him too, thanks to the circumstance of his birth and his newly acquired habit of staring rather too long at a girl meant for a grander gentleman than himself. What he wanted was outrageous in its presumption, and then the perfect solution to all his pitiful longing presented herself with almost silver hair and eyes like the lilacs that dripped before his mother's dressing window in the spring.

They were happy. But he missed New York. So they boarded a ship.

They ought not to have come here.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he mutters, chest rising and falling inside his starched shirt, as he stares across the ballroom.

"Catelyn Stark despising you or you spending too much time with your dear little cousin? I can expand on both."

"No need," he says, as the gap closes and Sansa's watery gaze is blocked out by tuxedoed shoulders. "But you could lower your voice."

"You ought to be glad people like the Tyrells are rising in this world," she says without paying him any mind. "Catelyn Stark will never allow you to sit at the head of her table, but the new standard won't care about your birth or my two dead husbands."

Only one is dead, but Jon wouldn't think to correct her.

"The new way will only care about what's between your ears and in your pocketbook. I know there's some intelligence in there," she says as her finger trails the shawl collar of his jacket. "If you would only use it."

"I'm sorry my profession isn't impressive enough for you and your aspirations."

She'd like to conquer New York, his wife, though she has the wrong personal history and the wrong husband for it. She imagined she would shine here the way she did in Europe thanks to her beauty and boisterousness and willingness to make a bold bet.

She boldly bet on him too. Her worst gamble.

"Even in the law you could prosper more than you do," she insists still too loudly. It's a well-worn argument between them now. "If you'd make the right connections."

Not the kind of connections Ned Stark would approve. The people she wishes him to befriend hold no appeal.

"I'll do my best," he says, mostly to prevent any further upheaval.

Her cheeks already are starting to heat and Jaime Lannister has turned his eye on them, lip curling in amusement. It's the effect of too much champagne, too much dancing around the truth. And while he wouldn't mind calling for the carriage, making a scene at Sansa's engagement party is not at the top of his to-do list.

What he'd like is to go to her, and profess things he ought not to. He wishes he could sink down on his knees to beg forgiveness. Either for loving her when she is so above his notice or not confessing it before she was lost to him, bobbing away like foam on the sea. He'd beg with his fingers grasping the embroidered hem of her ballgown, wrap his hands around her delicate ankles, kiss up the side of her stockinged calf, and then peel the silk down until his heathen hands touched flesh. He wants her hands buried in his curls.

She would never.

He's mad. Like his grandfather, the one they committed to Bellevue.

Before his misstep last week, he'd never even touched her bare hand since she entered society.

"And there might be hope for us yet, you and me. With pretty little Sansa wed and times changing," she says, lifting her glass, "you might even say our marriage is saved."

[malsfefanfics]

OC Profile: Rosamund

art by @/nessiemccormick, edited down to icon size by me

"You wish to know more about Rosamund? She's rather easy to talk to, once you get past that Vestra pride. Though I honestly don't know her that well, given how Hubert didn't even tell me of her existance until recently. She also tends to keep people at dog's length from her at all times. Yes, I mean 'dog'." -- Edelgard, about Rosamund.

Full name: Rosamund von Vestra Nicknames: Rosa (Raphael, Mercedes, Caspar, Constance, Claude), Rosebud (Hapi), Rosie (by Dorothea), Petal (For Hubert Use Only), Little Rose Wolf (Yuri) Birthday: Day 6 of the Harpstring Moon, 1165 Age: 15-16 (Pre-TS), 20+ (Post-TS) Crest: None Family: Marquis Iason von Vestra (Father, Deceased), Medee (Mother), Hubert (Older Brother), Tancred (Younger Brother), Rigel (Best Hound) Nationality: Adrestia Titles: Master of the Hounds, The Thorn Huntress, Devoted Bloom Voice Claim: Jeannie Tirado (leaning more towards Rose from Resident Evil Village in tone)

Interests: Hunting, History of Fódlan and surrounding nations, Weapons and training, Singing Likes: Sweets, Dogs, Her brothers, Fish, Healthy Competition, Saint Cichol Dislikes: Her father, The Church, Saint Seiros, Noble Society, Liars, Formal Dresses, Herself

Favorite Meals: Super Spicy Fish Dango, Pheasant Roast with Berry Sauce, Pickled Rabbit Skewers Liked Meals: Saghert and Cream, Sweet Trio Bun, Grilled Herring, Sautéed Jerky, Small Fish Skewers, Fried Crayfish Disliked Meals: Daphnel Stew, Bourgeois Pike, Cheesy Verona Stew, Gautier Cheese Gratin

Tea Preferences: Lavender Blend, Almyran Pine Needles, Mint Tea, Rose Petal Blend

Liked Gifts: Hunting Dagger, The History of Fódlan, Fishing Float, Smoked Meat, any flower, Stylish Hair Clip Disliked Gifts: Gemstone Beads, Goddess Statuette, Blue Cheese, Book of Crest Designs

Lost Items:

Book of Hunters' Fables: A hand written book of fables and folk songs shared by hunters from across the continent. Looks well read.

Family Dagger: A dagger with a pink blade and a green handle. Reminds you of primroses.

Children's Music Box: A silver music box that plays an unfamiliar lullaby. There's the coat of arms of an Adrestian Family on the lid.

Starting Class: Noble Preferred Class Path: Noble --> Fighter/Myrmidon --> Archer/Thief --> Sniper/Assassin Strength: Bow, Sword Weakness: White Magic, Black Magic, Dark Magic Budding Talent: Authority Personal Skill: 'Howling Shot', increases power against Demonic Beasts by +5.

Weapons Starting Levels:

Sword: D Lance: E+ Axe: E Bow: B Brawling: E Reason: E Faith: E Authority: C Heavy Armor: E Riding: E+ Flying: E

Base Stats:

HP: 25 Str: 7 Mag: 1 Dex: 8 Spd: 6 Lck: 7 Def: 6 Res: 7 Cha: 9

Learned Faith Spells: ??? Learned Reason Spells: ???

Recruit Requirements for Canon-Compliance AUs: Crimson Flower requires C-support with Hubert and Edelgard, and B-support with Petra or Bernadetta. Verdant Wind requires B+ Rank or Higher of Flying, Faith, and Reason, and must have majority of Black Eagles and Ashen Wolves recruited. Cannot be recruited on Blue Lions or Silver Snow.

Potential Supports:

Byleth

Hubert

Tancred

Medee

Edelgard

Petra

Linhardt

Caspar

Dorothea

Bernadetta

Ferdinand

Jeritza

Mercedes

Felix

Sylvain

Ashe

Annette

Claude

Leonie

Raphael

Lysithea

Yuri

Hapi

Constance

Seteth

Flayn

Shamir

Hanneman

Manuela

Crit Quotes:

You wish!

For my brothers!

How annoying.

I'll never lose!

You call that a shot?

I thought you'd be a challenge.

I'll cut you down!

Time for the hunt!

No goddess can save you.

Defeat Quotes:

I can't fall here. Best to pull back for now.

That...could have gone better.

I'm sorry, brother. I failed you.....

Your Majesty, please....look after my family.....

I guess I truly am....the weakest Vestra.....

Skill Level Increase Quotes:

I can use this on the hunt.

This is easy as pie.

Another day, another lesson.

I can do that? Explains a lot. (Budding Talent)

I....I actually do that? (Magic)

Level Up Quotes:

As to be expected of a Vestra.

Excellence comes with hard work.

Getting stronger and wiser.

Missed the mark, it seems.

I can hear the old man scoffing from the grave.

Not sure I have much left to learn.

Gift Quotes:

Liked Gifts: Oh, I love this! How did you know?

Neutral Gifts: Thanks. This will be useful for later.

Disliked Gifts: You might have better luck elsewhere.

[rockwgooglyeyes]

LOG (SUBJECT: Round 18 - During)

SPECIMEN: 001247 (Onyx)

It's cold up on stage. Normally, Nyx wouldn't care but the darkness of the sky compared to the bright white lights that wash everything out, the fog collecting on the ground and catching at his ankles, it's cold. He shouldn't be- he's wearing full pants and boots, he's got sleeves on this time. His midriff might be bare but he doesn't really care about that, he runs hot enough that it's never been a problem. The frigid film that has settled itself over his skin isn't a typical kind of chill, it doesn't raise any goosebumps, no shiver down his spine, no hitch in his breath. No, Nyx has simply been cold ever since Cas died, since he saw the light go out of Cas' eyes and the color drain from his face, skin going cold beneath his very hands.

"When I step off the stage, I'm a bird in a cage," Nyx sighs into his mic, twirling Lang in a pirouette. "I'm a dog in a dog pound." She moves in time with the music, making and meeting every note in the melody perfectly, watching him with her abyssal eyes. Looking through him, as if he isn't even there.

"Now, listen, that is a nasty little worm," she sings, her voice clear and sharp as always, glass underneath Nyx's feet, thorns digging into his palms as he grips tightly to a rose. She keeps step with him, mimicking like it's second nature, and maybe it is, for both of them. Her outfit, with it's white silky fabric and angular black diamonds, compared to his, dark with white diamonds, they're mirroring each other and there's no way it isn't on purpose. "And I like to call it pride."

Something has been on the tip of Nyx's tongue, for the whole round, niggling at the back of his mind ever since Lang opened her mouth and they started this dance. They keep waltzing, swirling in hypnotic circles, and as soon as her singing lulls, he dips her. He locks eyes with her and holds her there, disregarding the way that her eyebrows twitch ever so slightly.

"Lang, why are doing this?" He demands, rough and low, too harried to really manage evening out his tone at the moment.

"What am I doing?" She replies, her soft, placid voice sounding almost hollow surrounded by all this noise. Nyx can't keep his mask from breaking, tears budding at the corners of his eyes as he grits his teeth.

"Nothing," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, a thread of something trembling lying underneath. Lang blinks at him hollowly, her big black eyes watching him as if he's some kind of specimen, as if they haven't known each other for years, as if they aren't even friends. His eyes close when he shakes his head and barks out a laugh, brittle and broken. "You're doing nothing at all. Don't you want to win?"

"You know that it doesn't matter what I want, Nyx," she tells him, smiling slightly. It doesn't reach her eyes. She's not lying- not exactly but she's not telling the truth either. "We must sing. If you win, then I lose. Simple as that."

"But don't you want to win?" Aren't you afraid of dying? I know you're afraid to die. Why are you lying to me? Why are you doing this?

"It doesn't matter what I want," she repeats, smiling briefly before turning away, facing the audience, and pulling him back into the dance once more. The smile drops away, just like Nyx's heart drops into his stomach, a plate falling to the floor and shattering, bile rising up his throat as he can't help but feel sick.

Of course, it matters.

(Lang belongs to @pwippy, Cas belongs to @lookatmysillies)

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Same Old Story - Part 1 of Discordant Days

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Player Character, Kayleigh, Dr. Pensby

Warnings: N/A

Summary:

| Well, we all fall in love, but we disregard the danger Though we share so many secrets, there are some we never tell | When Cass awakens to find themselves stranded on the strange and fantastical New Wirral island where man and monster intertwine, they soon become entangled in their new friends' longing to find a gateway back to their home worlds, and escape this land once and for all. Their only clue? The fractured song of a fractured being-Morgante, an Archangel with desires of her own-whose lonely music leads Cass and their companions on a journey across New Wirral that will change the fabric of this world, and their lives, forever. ...That is one version of the story. But Cass doesn't know where "home" is. In fact, they can't even remember who they are. And as they struggle to find their identity in a world suspended in animation, they may just discover that their story-this same, old story-stretches across time in ways they could never have imagined.

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Well, I guess we're doing Cassette Beasts now

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The morning The Stranger came to town was the morning the light fell not-quite-right on the gleaming pearl of New Wirral island. Lonely in the ocean, awash in air of a milky blue tint that was held as still and bracing as breath between teeth, it swelled imperceptibly–anticipatory, but of what?–the ground rising and stirring and groaning softly with the ache of forgotten motions. Within it, something pressed under the skin. Its pressure cracked the ground. Softened like sores left untreated and rotting, the earth bucked and crumbled away in soft black chunks with grass tearing like tangled hair and from under it cold masses budded and rose–

–and just as suddenly, an unseen palm opened and pressed the ground back into shape. Its fingers curled and, finding what it was looking for, gently cradled the figure lying alone on the shore.

“It’s time to go,” it seemed to whisper. “It’s time for us to begin.”

The Stranger awoke. 

Immediately, they clutched their stomach and retched a gutful of saltwater onto the sand, clouded with mucus and blood and tasting like a sour wound. They gasped for breath. Salt heaved in their lungs and stung where it rubbed against the cracks in their lips; when they were finally empty they massaged their sore throat, wincing at the long, scratched-up streaks they could feel running down to the pit of their stomach. How much water had they swallowed? Or, better question, when had they even swallowed it?

Why couldn’t they remember?

Why, when they wiped their mouth with the back of their sleeve, was the fabric completely dry despite the waves that had torn their stomach and still now lapped at the back of their heels?

They shook their head in an attempt to clear it. There had to be something inside to uncover, something that would tell them where they were, how they’d landed alone in the sand surrounded by dried beachwood and limpid seaweed strips and pieces of shells as fractured as their own memory. But there was nothing. They were alone, even inside their own mind. The only company they kept was the whistle of wind that curved under their ear and along the line of their jaw towards their chin, lifting it up with the gentle touch of a friend saying, “Look. Come see the world that you now live in.”

The world….

It was dawn and everything was soft. The sandbanks rolling into hills of sweet grass and flowers were sparkling pink with white particles like flecks of glass or snow, above which trees fluttered teal-shaded leaves and bushels of pine that crispened the air with their sharp smell. Undergrowth leapt between their roots. Fresh, spring green, they were filled with babish curls of new growth and the small heads of newborn anemones already taking on their distinctive star-like shape, mingling with dog rose and daisies in a bed of leaves that intertwined like hands and fingers searching for the comfort of a warm grasp. 

Sometimes there’d be a twitch of a petal or the clatter of a pebble tumbling down the side of the dunes. Birds twittered, but there wasn’t once a flash of wings. Insects buzzed in their ears, and yet not a fly came to land on the stinking pool of blood and vomit beneath them. Here they were seeing the world, but somehow they seemed to exist just outside of it, like a hasty scribble etched into the wrong layer. 

Really, the only proof they had that this wasn’t some elaborate farce or hallucination was…

…well, there was none.

All they could do was trust their senses as they flooded, renewed, into their body. Lifting their head, they sniffed the air for anything other than brine or blood or plant decay, but the thickness of the odor swamped everything. Even if there was civilization close by they wouldn’t be able to catch scent nor sound of it until they got away from the roar of the sea and its bubbling, crashing, hissing waves. Squinting past the salt that fuzzed up their vision, they glanced around. To their right, the line of beach ended in a wall of craggy cliff rising high enough above the sea to vanish into the thick soup of early-morning fog. Not ideal. To their left, though, it seemed to go out much farther, and in the not-so-distant distance three shapes of a strikingly bold orange stood out against the dimmer, more natural colours of their surroundings. Could they be man-made? A sign that there were people close by, that they weren’t totally alone in the wilderness?

It was worth a try.

The Stranger staggered to their feet and began to drag themselves across the sand. Their body ached as if it’d been pummeled by the waves for hours, a strangely uniform pain that pulsed through their muscles just beneath the unbroken skin. Every now and again they felt something fidget inside them. The twitch of an organ, maybe, the righting of a rib knocked askew. They tried to slow and give their insides a chance to reassemble themselves, but found themself quickening anyway when the objects ahead came into sharp enough focus for them to make out their distinctive, pyramid-like shape.

The Stranger came to an abrupt spot as the traffic cone closest began to quiver. Its base lifted up like a flap on a jack-in-the-box and from within it two large, almond-shaped claws emerged, guided by a sickly green flame of an eye lit up with a supernatural intensity. The creature stared at them, motionless. They stared back. Was it intelligence they saw in that glimmering, bulb-like eye? Or was it aggression clacking along those sharp, ridged claws? They couldn’t quite tell, but either way they didn’t like it when the creature began to creep towards them.

Traffic cones. Unexciting on their own, but a sign of life.

Just not the kind of life they were expecting.

“Greetings,” they said. “Get out of my way.”

As if in answer, the creature’s eye flooded a nasty-looking red.

“Fine. If that is what you wish.”