#such an intimate moment that gets more precious once you are reading again

[ashedddaisy]

⛥2HA ⛥ 01 ⛥ 25. THIS VENERABLE ONE REALLY CAN'T STAND HIM. ⛥

For the entirety of that silence, the words "get the hell out" were stuck in his throat until, at length, they reluctantly came out as, "Get the hell in."

If he spoke honestly from the heart, Mo Ran was indeed good-looking; he brightened the whole room with his mere presence.

Mo Ran definitely loathed Chu Wanning. But for some reason, a bunch of other complicated feelings were always mixed in with that loathing.

Even though he'd studied and somewhat made up for it later on, he had a hard time wrapping his head around many more delicate matters, especially those relating to emotions.

He only recognized simple feelings: like, dislike, hate, happiness, unhappiness. But if several emotions blended together, they would give the brilliant and powerful Emperor Taxian-jun vertigo, making him see stars.

He didn't want to owe him anything.

For all that Mo Ran disliked Chu Wanning, he couldn't help but mentally bow to him. The Yuheng Elder was indeed boss as fuck. Impressive, truly impressive.

Mo Ran stole a glance at him. "I shouldn't have yelled at you." Chu Wanning continued to ignore him, face indifferent as always. He'd never have said it, but deep inside, he did feel wronged.

Then again, what could he expect from someone who didn't even know how to do his own laundry? Mo Ran sighed, "Shizun, don't be mad anymore."

Mo Ran stared for a bit, and then, for some reason even he himself did not understand, asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Chu wanning didn't know where his own mind was going, but his earlobes turned a bit red and he got mad at himself again, thinking he must be losing his mind to be entertaining such absurdities.

"What happened at the Chen Manor today? Why did you beat them up?" Mo Ran asked while applying the salve. Chu Wanning was silent for a moment before answering. "I was angry, that's all."

He said impassively, "Do you think I wanted to hit Shi Mingjing?"

Chu Wanning regretted the strike too, but his face was thin, and he was mortified, so he scowled and said nothing.

The sour taste of jealousy swelled without stopping, seeping under his skin.

"Does he need someone else to make him mad? He can even get mad at himself. The guys probably made of wood—he catches fire at the slightest spark."

[cressidagrey]

Holy Ground - Chapter 7

Summary:

Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.

Warning:

Rhys Bashing (as usual), Inner Circle Bashing (kinda), Referenced/Implied Sexual Assault, Referenced/Implied Domestic Violence, Discussion of Religion(?), Chronic Injury/Pain/Illness, Minor Character Death (It's probably nobody you love), Magical Work Accidents, Explosions, Injuries

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.

“I want to go to that memorial service,” she repeated to Azriel.

“You are supposed to keep off your leg,” Azriel responded to her flatly.

Irena huffed, frustration clear in her voice. "I feel fine," she said, gesturing at her injury. "It’s just sore, but I’d be careful, I promise."

Azriel looked unconvinced, his gaze sweeping down her injured leg. "It needs more time to heal," he said firmly. "You shouldn’t be walking on it yet, let alone going to a memorial service."

Irena let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes meeting his in a steely stare. For a moment, a silent battle of wills passed between them. She was determined to attend the memorial, and he was just as determined to stop her from overexerting herself.

“You can carry me down,” she told him. “But I am going.”

Azriel held her gaze, stubbornness meeting stubbornness. The tension in the air was almost palpable. But then, finally, he let out a resigned sigh. He knew her well enough to know that once she’d made up her mind there was little to stop her.

“Fine,” he said finally, his tone one of reluctant acceptance. “But you’re resting when we get back, understand?”

Irena smiled, a small, victorious smile. “I promise,” she said, holding up a hand in mock surrender.

Azriel rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the hint of a smile that tugged the corner of his mouth. “You’re impossible, you know that?” he said gruffly, even as he carefully drew the brush through her hair.

Irena just leaned into his touch. "That's why you love me," she said easily, closing her eyes.

There was something so sweetly intimate in the fact that he loved to brush her hair and braid it away from her face...that he could spent hours doing just that.

When he had a bad night...a really bad night…wrecked with nightmares...sometimes it was all he did. Azriel drew his fingers through her hair again and again, silently. Irena had never asked him what he thought about when he did it...when those violently scarred hands touched her like she was the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

She just let him. And he did that. Every single time, almost reverently...like he wanted to savor the feel of her hair...like he was worshipping some part of her. It made her stomach flip. And it made her want to hold him, to keep the worst of the nightmares away.

Irena turned slowly, her injured leg stretched out in front of her. When she was facing him again, he set the brush down and carefully drew her against his chest, his arms wrapping around her firmly.

She leaned into his embrace, her heartbeat slowing when she felt the steady, reassuring rhythm of his own. She closed her eyes, breathed him in.

"I love you," she told him softly.

Azriel's strong, broad arms tightened around her, drawing her even closer. "I love you too," he murmured against her hair, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "More than I ever thought possible."

His lips found her forehead, then her temple, trailing a path of soft kisses across her skin until he reached her cheek. When he pulled back slightly, his eyes were dark, filled with a possessive need that made her heart stutter.

Azriel’s fingers traced a gentle line along her jaw, gently tilting her chin up. “Say it again,” he demanded quietly, his voice a rough whisper against her lips.

Irena's breath hitched at the command, her heart beating wildly in her chest. "I love you," she repeated, the words coming easily, like they were part of her. "I love you, Azriel."

The shadows were the one who helped procure one of her dresses for her to wear, and who helped button it up, carefully closing the fabric covered buttons that kept the long sleeves tight around her wrist. And then Azriel was the one who lifted her up

Azriel's strong arms encircled her, lifting her easily off the bed and into his arms. Irena wrapped her arms around his neck, her heart fluttering as she found herself cradled against his broad chest once more.

The muscles of his shoulders bunched under her touch, a testament to the strength coiled within him. He carried her with such ease; it was almost as if she weighed nothing to him. It was a heady feeling, being held by him like this.

Irena loved it.

He carried out of the room, the shadows opening the door…and then down to where they held the daily services they attended.Irena rested her chin on Azriel’s shoulder as they walked through the halls. Her injured leg was still throbbing, but being cradled in his arms made it easier to bear. Each step was carefully measured, so as not to cause her too much pain.

Shadows wreathed him as they moved through the corridors, a comforting presence. Azriel’s gait remained steady, each step measured to avoid jarring her injury too much.

Finally they arrived where they normally held their services, roslin already waiting for them. So was Meera who started at Azriel wide eyed as he put Irena down into a chair. “Let me know when you are done,” he told her softly and she pressed a kiss against his cheek in thanks.Irena watched as Azriel stepped back leaving the room, she didn’t think he was going to go far at all.

And then to her surprise suddenly Meera threw herself at her, sobbing. “I am sorry,” she whimpered.

Irena wrapped her arms around the younger girl, drawing her into a tight hug. "Hey, hey," she soothed, her voice gentle. "It's okay. Shhhh, don't cry."

The girl sobbed into her shoulder, her thin frame shaking. Irena held her, rubbing small circles into the girl’s back, trying to provide what comfort she could.

"It's okay," Irena repeated, her voice hushed. "It's going to be okay, Meera."

The girl shook her head, pulling back slightly to look up at Irena, her eyes red and puffy. “No it’s not,” she cried, her voice thick with tears. “It’s all my fault!”

“It’s not your fault,” Roslin said fiercely.

Irena shot Roslin a grateful look, appreciating the other female's support. "That's right," she said, giving Meera a gentle squeeze. "You have done nothing wrong, Meera. Don't for a second forget that."

"If I didn't ask you to talk to Merrill, you wouldn't have been hurt," Meera wailed tearfully.

Irena shook her head, her heart squeezing at the girl's words. "No, Meera," she insisted. "You are not responsible for what happened. Not one bit. Do you hear me?"

The girl sniffled, her body shaking with suppressed sobs. Irena hugged her tighter. "What happened is not your fault," she repeated firmly. "I don’t want to hear another word about it, understood?"

The girl nodded, her eyes still shimmering with tears. But Irena could see that she was no longer sobbing. "Good," Irena said, still stroking the girl's back soothingly. "You are not to blame, Meera. And you've got to stop thinking that you are, alright?"

Meera hiccuped and nodded again, a small, shaky breath leaving her. "I...I’ll try," she said, her voice barely louder than a whisper. But it was progress.

It was something.

The room filled slowly, Irena being greeted by the priestesses she had spent 2 centuries with. By her friends, by her sisters. Clotho squeezed her hand, not a single word coming from her, but they both had never needed to talk much anyway.

They had been friend for 2 centuries. Sometimes no words were needed. 

And then...then the memorial service started...and Irena listened silently.

Irena sat quietly, her injured leg propped up on a small stool. The room was filled with her sisters, all of them gathered together to remember the lost ones. There were tears, there was grief, but there was also an air of solidarity.

The priestesses listened as words were spoken, as memories were shared. The silence that fell afterwards was heavy. The loss was palpable in the air, a silent presence that hung over them all.

Irena looked around the room, her gaze tracing the faces of the priestesses around her. They were all hurting, each in their own way. But they were not alone. They were a community, a family bound together by a shared grief.

Even when Merrill had been difficult, she had been one of them. She had been loved. She had been a part of their community.

And they were grieving that loss.

Irena could see it in their expressions, the sorrow and pain mirrored in the eyes of every single one of her sisters. Merrill might not have been an easy person to get along with, but she had been one of them. Her loss left a hole in their midst, a gap that couldn't be filled.

There was a certain solidarity and comfort in that realisation. Loss brought them closer together, knitting them tighter in their shared grief. And that made the pain a little more bearable, knowing that they were all hurting together.

***

Azriel stood guard outside the room where the memorial service was being held, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall. He was close enough to intervene should it be needed, but far enough to give the priestesses the space they needed to grieve.

Or at least he told himself that. He couldn't quite bear to let Irena far out of his sight yet.

Even though he knew it was foolish to be so worried, he couldn't help it. His instincts were still on high alert, as if he expected some new threat to come crashing down at them. And Irena's injury had only strengthened that protective part of him.

"There you are."

Maybe it shouldn't have surprised him. But it did. As he looked up and stared at Mor. Just as beautiful as always.

When he had been young and stupid, he had taken one look at her and had fallen in love.

He stared at her now, the memory of that young, foolish boy bubbling in his chest. Mor's golden blonde hair fell into waves over her shoulders, her dark brown eyes fixed on him, studying him.

He didn’t even have it in him to confront the shadows why they hadn’t warned him. 

"I...wanted to talk to you," Mor said hesitantly.

Azriel pushed off the wall, uncrossing his arms. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to have this discussion right now.

"What about?” he asked flatly, his gaze flickering to the closed door to the memorial service. Mor didn't miss the look, her lips twisting up into a wry smile. 

"Guarding the door, I see," she said, her voice light, though there was an undercurrent of something...tender?

"What do you want, Mor?" he said sharply.

"I wanted to apologise," it blurted out of her.

Azriel froze, surprise flitting across his face. He hadn't expected an actual apology. "What?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Mor took a step closer to him. "I’m sorry," she said quietly, her expression sincere with none of the usual bravado. "For…well, everything, I suppose. I...I fucked up. And I hurt you...even when I never wanted to do that..."

Azriel's heart ached at her words, an old, festering wound throbbing. He'd tried to tell himself it no longer mattered, when really...it did. It always mattered.

"Why now?" he asked gruffly. "Why apologise...now?"Mor let out a shaky breath. "Because I finally realised what a fool I was," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "And...because…” her gaze met his, something broken in her eyes, “we’re all hurting. And some of us have lost too much already. I don’t want to lose my friend, Az."

"You could have put a stop to it centuries ago," he said, his voice gravel. "You could have told me 400 years ago that you would never be interested, Morrigan. Instead, you gave me just enough to keep me in line."

Mor closed her eyes, as if his words physically hurt. “I know,” she said in a low voice, her shoulders slumping. “I…I’m sorry. I'm such an idiot, Azriel. I should have...made it clear…instead I led you on. ”

Azriel's chest ached, hearing the remorse in her voice. He'd been angry at her for so long, his heart hardening to her, even as old feelings still hummed beneath the surface. “Why?” he asked hoarsely. "Why did you do it?"

"Because I was scared," Mor admitted. "Scared...of what people were going to think, what it would mean if...I was scared...and I used you...and I hurt you…And I am sorry, Az."

Azriel closed his eyes, his heart squeezing painfully at her words. "You shouldn't have used me, Morrigan," he said, his voice strained. "I'm not...I’m not a toy. I do have feelings." If she believed it or not. 

"I know," she said quietly. "And I took advantage of that. And it was wrong. I was in the wrong, Az. And I am truly, truly sorry."

Azriel leaned his head back against the wall, the cool stone against his head grounding. He'd heard Mor apologize before, but never with this level of seriousness. It...meant a lot. But it wasn't enough. It wasn't going to erase centuries' worth of heartache and pain.

Mor seemed to sense his thoughts, her eyes flickering to the closed door again. "I...I know an apology isn't going to fix anything," she said awkwardly. "I do know that. But...I just...I hope one day, we can go back to being friends?"

Azriel blew out a breath, his mind warring with his heart. The part of him that was still the young, foolhardy male who'd first loved Mor wanted to forgive her, to just go back to how they were.

But…he was no longer that naive boy. And the decades of pain and heartache he'd suffered at her hands were not so easily forgotten.

Mor was holding her breath, watching him closely, waiting for his reaction. She looked...worried, almost scared. As if she was afraid he would reject her.

And a part of him wanted to. Wanted to hurt her the way she’d hurt him.

But that part of him...it was not in control anymore. He let out another slow breath, the tension leaving his body. “I’m…” he began, his voice catching in his throat, “I’m not...I can’t…I need time,” he finally managed to say.A flicker of hurt passed across Mor's face, but was quickly hidden. 

She nodded slowly, her eyes falling again to the closed door. "I understand," she said quietly. “I...I hope one day…” she continued, her voice breaking off.

That hopeful, vulnerable expression on her face tugged at his heart, but he needed to harden himself against it. He couldn’t give in too easily. He let out a soft huff. “Stop looking at the door,” he told her fiercely. 

Mor inclined her head."I understand why you never told us," Mor said softly. "I do. But...I am happy for you. I want you to know that. I...I hope she makes you as happy as Emerie makes me," Mor said quietly.

Azriel couldn't help the small shudder that went through him at that. He still wasn’t used to such open talk about what Irena was to him. And to hear Mor...accept it, even be happy? It was almost surreal. "She does," he said quietly, his eyes flickering to the closed door.

Mor smiled faintly. “I’m glad.”

There was a long moment of silence, an awkward, strained thing growing between them. Azriel had a feeling he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to say.

[jobeisbae]

jobe bellingham x mom!reader

summary: jobe bellingham and his wife navigate the joyful chaos of daily life with their two-year-old twins, balancing professional commitments and parenting with love and teamwork. From morning wake-ups to bedtime routines, every moment is filled with love, laughter, and a touch of exhaustion.

warnings: none

The day began early, as it always did with two-year-olds. You were awakened by the soft, insistent cries of one of the twins over the baby monitor. Jobe stirred beside you, already reaching for his phone to check the time.

“I’ll get them,” he murmured, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before slipping out of bed.

You stretched, listening to the familiar sounds of Jobe soothing one of the twins, while the other soon joined in the chorus. Smiling, you got up and made your way to the nursery, where Jobe was already changing diapers.

“Good morning, my little loves,” you cooed, lifting your daughter out of her crib. Her giggles were music to your ears, a perfect start to the day.

Jobe handed you a freshly changed son, and you both headed downstairs, twins in tow. Breakfast was a team effort—Jobe prepared the twins’ oatmeal and fruit while you made coffee and toast for yourselves.

With everyone seated around the kitchen table, you and Jobe took turns feeding the twins and stealing bites of your own breakfast. Laughter and tiny messes filled the room, setting a cheerful tone for the day ahead.

After breakfast, Jobe headed out for training, promising to be back by lunchtime. You spent the morning engaging the twins with playtime, storybooks, and a bit of creative chaos. They were particularly fond of building block towers only to knock them down with squeals of delight.

Around mid-morning, you managed to fit in some work, responding to emails and planning content while the twins napped. The house was blissfully quiet for an hour, allowing you to focus.

Jobe returned home just as the twins woke up, their sleepy faces lighting up at the sight of him. “Daddy’s home!” you announced, watching them toddle over to him with outstretched arms.

Lunchtime was another family affair, with sandwiches, fruit, and lots of chatter. Jobe shared stories from his training session while you updated him on the twins’ morning adventures.

After lunch, you both took the twins to the park, enjoying the fresh air and watching them explore the playground. Jobe pushed them on the swings while you captured the precious moments on your phone, memories to cherish forever.

Back home, it was nap time for the twins again. This gave you and Jobe a rare moment of peace. You cuddled on the couch, catching up on a favorite show or simply enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence.

Once the twins woke up, it was time for more play and a bit of screen time with their favorite educational shows. You prepped dinner while Jobe kept them entertained, the house filled with the sounds of playful giggles and the occasional sibling squabble.

Dinner was a lively event, with the twins eagerly trying new foods and sharing their delight with every bite. You and Jobe took turns eating and managing the occasional spill, the routine now a well-practiced dance of parenthood.

After dinner, it was bath time. The twins loved splashing in the tub, and you and Jobe relished the chance to make it a fun, bonding experience. With the twins clean and wrapped in fluffy towels, you headed to their room for storytime.

Jobe read their favorite book while you tucked them in, the soothing rhythm of his voice lulling them into drowsiness. You both kissed them goodnight, watching as they drifted off to sleep.

With the twins finally asleep, you and Jobe retreated to the living room. You shared a quiet, intimate dinner, reflecting on the day and planning for the next. The exhaustion of the day melted away in the comfort of each other’s presence.

“Another successful day,” Jobe said, pulling you close as you settled on the couch.

“Couldn’t do it without you,” you replied, resting your head on his shoulder.

After some much-needed relaxation, you both headed to bed, ready to recharge for another day of joyful chaos with your little ones. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt content, knowing that together, you and Jobe were creating a loving, happy home for your family.

[darthannie]

day seven: sex tape with neil lewis

pairing: Neil Lewis x f!reader word count: 738 warnings: p in v sex, gf!reader, unprotected sex, blowjob, a/n: If he could, he’d film his sex tape on Super 8. This one is a little silly but it’s fun. I love Neil.  kinktober masterlist

There was no real reason you and Neil wanted to make a sex tape, you just thought it would be fun to make a little movie for each other. You went to his house one night, ready for the “shoot” as he called it. He had even cleaned his room for the occasion. 

You’d both gotten completely naked so as not to waste any precious minutes when you started filming. He was already getting hard at the sight of you. The viewfinder from the camcorder was facing towards you so you could see what was happening. 

He thought you looked pretty with spit on your face and his cock on your cheek. You tapped it on your face and smiled, licking It again. You didn’t break eye contact with the camera as you took him in your mouth again, bobbing up and down. You closed your eyes to enjoy the moment. 

You looked up at Neil as he moved the camera and flipped the viewfinder to get a head-on view of the action. You used both your hands and mouth, cupping his balls with one hand and stroking him with the other. Your tongue danced on the tip of his cock and he moaned loud enough for the janky microphone to pick up. He flipped the viewfinder to watch through the camera.

“Wait, wait, wait. Fuck, we’re running out of time on the card. Get on your back.” You let out a long AHHHHH, as you maneuvered around him. It made him laugh and he forgot about the camera for a moment as he bent over to kiss you. 

You pulled away. “Okay, babe, no time.”

“Right, right,” he froze for a second. “Here, you grab the camera and film me.”

Once you put him in frame he was back in it. You zoomed in on his cock sliding over your wet pussy. He put the tip inside you and pulled out. You groaned, “Neil, no time for teasing just fuck me.”

“Okay, okay.” He thrust hard, reaching a deep spot that made you twitch, shaking the camera slightly. He settled on a moderate pace as he found which angle got the best reaction out of you. 

He knew he had you when your head dipped into the pillows under you. He focused on you. He couldn’t believe he had a girlfriend that was willing to shoot this with him. Someone willing to immortalize one of the most intimate moments of your life. 

He took the camera from your hands, flipped the viewfinder, and placed it on the nightstand. He kissed you as he started moving again. He moved from your lips to your neck, nipping at the skin and leaving marks that would soon turn red. 

“Neil, faster please…”, you begged. 

He didn’t change his speed. “I don’t care if it stops recording.”

“Me neither, I just need you.”

He groaned, “Say that again.”

“I need you, baby.”

He wanted to hear that more than anything. He sped up before you finished saying baby. Your nails ran across his back as you started feeling your orgasm build up. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.”

He huffed and puffed, slowing down as you came on him. He felt you squeeze around him and he pulled out. He moaned as he stroked his cock and came on your stomach.

When you both caught your breath you looked over at the camera. It read “Memory card full”. You looked at each other and chuckled. He told you to stay put and ran into the bathroom. He ran back out with boxers on and a wet washcloth. He cleaned you up and you found your underwear and t-shirt.

You put them on as he took the camera and sat down on the bed. The bed dipped as you sat next to him. Neil opened up the media library to find the movie and you both watched, listening to the sound coming from the crappy camcorder speaker.

You giggled and hid your face in the crook of his neck, unable to watch what was not on tape. He shrugged his shoulder to get you to look. You were nervous to see yourself in such a vulnerable position but had to admit you looked hot. Then came the moment of truth. You watched as Neil came on you, and then it stopped.

 Neil looked at you and smiled. “Well, I guess we got the shot.”

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[bitethedevil]

The Devil's Dinner Party (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 3

Chapters: 1 / 2 / 3 (Finished)

Link to the fic on AO3

Warning: NSFW, gore, and mention of suicide.

Summary: Tav accepts Raphael’s invitation to a dinner party after she had handed him the Crown of Karsus. None of her companions show up, so it is just her, Raphael, and a bunch of Raphael’s favored clients. Raphael is suspiciously kind to her, but everything might not be as perfect as it seems.

(AN: The ending is really dark. Not dark in a "that's so sad"-way, more in a "wow that's...that's really fucked up"-way. Our devil really do be devil-ing in this one. I would not recommend reading to the end if you are squeamish. Also...This is my first attempt at writing smut, like ever, so again...bear with me.)

He took her to his bedroom. Despite the eagerness hidden in his dark eyes, he was in no hurry. He took his time stripping her off her clothes and placing kisses wherever he exposed her bare skin. He showered her with sweet words between kisses. She found herself getting completely lost in it.

He was not the egotistical lover that Tav might have expected him to be. He took his time to drive her to the edge of insanity before even touching her in the places she wanted him to. He leaned over her on the bed and kissed her with passion while his hand finally found its way to the part of her that was begging for him. He stroked between her folds gently with his fingers, making her moan in his mouth and buck her hips against him.

She was already almost dripping onto his expensive sheets when he started kissing his way down her chest. His tongue briefly swirling around each of her nipples, before continuing his trail of kisses down to between her legs.

He began eating her out in the same excruciatingly slow pace and it was pulling her apart. Her hips bucked against his mouth instinctively, desperate for more. He bit her inner thigh firmly at her impatience and held down her hips with his hands. However, he also heightened the intensity and pressure of his tongue, which almost sent her over the edge.

She whined as he stopped right before she reached her climax. He leaned over her again and kissed her once more. This time she could taste herself on his tongue, which only heightened her arousal. He ran his length up and down her folds a couple of times, coating it in her wetness before slowly entering her.

He broke the kiss and began moving into her in an unhurried pace. He looked into her eyes and spoke sweet words to her while he did. Whenever she looked away for a moment, he would bring her attention back to him. It was intensely intimate. She was completely lost in the moment of it.

It was so easy to forget what he truly was, with the way he treated her as if she was such a fragile and precious thing. He was so…human. She did not see the devil, but rather the man that she suspected had been hiding somewhere behind that cruel exterior she had gotten so used to on her adventure. She placed kisses on his neck and chest, which earned her even more sweet words and sounds from him. It felt like they were old lovers and they had known each other’s bodies for years.

“My sweet, sweet mouse,” he breathed in her ear and the pace of his thrusts became quicker. “Won’t you stay here? Run away from that cruel and judgmental world of yours. You would never want for anything…”

Her moans got louder as his pace quickened. She knew that it was a product of the situation, but in that moment, she wanted nothing more. To stay with him and listen to his sweet words, instead of going back to face her reality in Baldur’s Gate where there was only guilt and anxiety to be found.

“I can’t,” she breathed between moans.

“But you want to, don’t you? To be mine.” he whispered against her lips.

“Yes,” she admitted, being caught up in the moment.

She could feel Raphael smirking against her lips as his thrusts became faster and harder. She gasped and dug her nails into his back. Her eyes fluttered shut and a desperate moan escaped her lips as she came undone in his arms. Raphael’s climax followed shortly after.

He collapsed on the bed beside her and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her forehead sweetly after she laid her head on his chest. After Raphael had caught his breath and a few moments had passed, he tilted up her head to kiss her gently.

“As much as it pains me to leave your side, I have something I must attend to before going to bed,” he said in a low voice and got up from the bed to get dressed. “Rest now, dear.”

He got dressed and gave her cheek a brief caress before leaving the boudoir. She wanted to protest, but it was as he had cast a spell on her with his command that she should rest. She did suddenly feel extremely tired. Most likely, it was the alcohol that was making her drowsy, Tav thought.

She wondered briefly how much of all of this she would be regretting tomorrow when she would be completely sober. It was the last thing she thought before drifting away to a deep sleep.

Her consciousness perceived a couple of bizarre things during the night. The faint sound of screams, something being put around her wrists, Raphael laying down beside her, and Raphael leaving the bed. None of it was enough to truly shake her awake from her deep slumber. It felt more like odd dreams than anything else.

It was difficult to wake up in the morning. Tav could not remember the last time she had slept so deeply. She blinked slightly and looked around the room. Raphael was not in the bed beside her. She wondered how long she had slept for while rubbing her eyes.

When she removed her hands from her face, she caught a glimpse of something around her wrists. She blinked and raised her hands up to her face.

Thick metal cuffs with infernal lettering were around both of her wrists. Her sleepiness was gone in a second as she to her horror recognized the cuffs. Prince Orpheus had been chained with similar constructs.

She got up from the bed as fast as if it had been made of poisonous snakes and pulled on her clothes. She needed to get away and she needed to get away now. Perhaps, if she could make her way to the foyer with all the portals, she could escape somehow. She ran through the house as quietly and quickly as she could, hoping that she would not run into Raphael.

When she got to the large room where the dinner party had been the night before, she stopped in her tracks. Her hand instinctively clasped around her mouth so that she would not scream.

The guests from the day before, or at least parts of them, laid scattered all over the floor. There were blood and intestines everywhere. There were knives and sharp objects covered in blood. Some of the bodies were barely recognizable with the way they had been ripped apart. She noticed a decapitated hand that was still grasping around a knife. They had tried to defend themselves in their last moments to no avail, Tav thought with horror.

Tav jumped when she heard a wheeze. Someone was still breathing. She shakingly walked through the piles of corpses, trying to discern where the sound was coming from so she could help. As she searched, she noticed that the sound was coming from above her. She looked up. She could not keep herself quiet anymore as she started to sob.

It was Rolim. That cheerful and puppylike half-elf that had flirted with her at the party. He was somehow still alive and was looking back at her with a horrified expression. He looked as if he was trying to scream but nothing came out except wheezes. He was hanging on a hook that looked like it was lodged through his spine. Some of his skin had been peeled from his torso and was hanging loose. He had a knife in his hand that he was still flailing in the air, but it looked as if he could barely lift his arm anymore.

Tav broke down. How could she not have heard? She did hear but she did nothing. She could have done something if she had only gotten up when she thought she heard screams during the night. Why couldn’t she just have woken up?

“Tut-tut, mouse,” she heard from behind her. It made her blood run cold.

“Still blaming yourself for every suffering being you come across, I see,” Raphael said cooed behind her. “I assure you, there was nothing you could have done.”

She knew deep down that running would not get her very far, so she turned around to face him instead. There were tears staining her cheeks, but she put on the bravest face she could. Raphael was in his devil form. He was infuriatingly calm as he stood and observed at her.

“Why?” she asked quietly. “Why did you kill them?”

“I was simply claiming a few assets,” he said smoothly. “Taking over the Hells is such an expensive endeavor.”

Raphael walked closer to her, making her take a few steps back.

“Besides, I didn’t kill them. That would go against the terms of their contracts,” Raphael said as if the notion was offensive to him. “They did this to themselves and to each other...In fact...let me show you.”

He grabbed her by the arm and then forced her to look up at Rolim, by grabbing the back of her head and pointing it up towards him. She was forced to watch in horror as Rolim sliced more skin off his own chest with his shaking arm that was holding the knife. His mouth was wide open as if screaming, but still only a horrifying wheezing sound came out. Tav realized what Raphael said had been true. The guests had not been trying to defend themselves with the knives she saw scattered around on the floor. They had been slaughtering each other while under Raphael’s control.

“Kill him…please…” Tav pleaded and tried to turn her head, but Raphael’s grasp around the back of her neck was firm.

Rolim was mouthing something between the silent screams as he mutilated himself: Help. Help. Help…

“Are you sure?” Raphael purred against her ear.

Tav nodded as the tears ran down her cheeks.

“Very well. Anything for you, my dear,” Raphael said.

Raphael snapped his fingers, and a faint glow came over Rolim’s eyes for a moment as Raphael’s control took over him. Rolim raised the knife and thrusted it into his own chest without hesitation. The knife clattered to the floor and Rolim went limp.

Raphael loosened his grip on Tav, and she quickly moved away from him.

“How could you?” she said quietly before her tone turned to anger. “You lying bastard! Our contracted stated—”

“Our contract stated that I was not to use the Crown of Karsus to dominate a mortal, yes,” Raphael said loudly and spoke over her. “Do you see a crown on my head?”

Tav’s eyes darted around. She did not understand.

“I absorbed that power, took it for myself, ensuring that it would never escape my grasp again. As of now, the crown is nought more than a piece of metal collecting dust in the bowels of my archive.”

Tav couldn’t breathe. Her legs gave in under her and she fell to her knees.

This meant that she had doomed everyone. Raphael could do what he pleased with his new powers.

“And I could not have done it without you, my dearest mouse,” Raphael said cruelly.

She saw a knife on the ground not far from where she was sitting. She lunged after it, intending to end it all while she could. She grabbed the knife, but Raphael stepped on her hand, causing her to yelp out in pain.

“Oh, this will simply not do, my love,” he said and pressed his boot down harder on her hand, making her scream. “After all, you got everything you wished for did you not?”

He pulled her to her feet and held her close to him.

“It is such a shame that your dear little friends could not attend last night,” he said cruelly as he tightly gripped one of her hands and tapped a claw on the metal cuff around her wrist. “Though I suspect that they might be persuaded to pay us a visit yet. Let’s hope that they remember where they put that ‘bloody hammer’ of mine, was that not what you called it? Because without it, you will never leave this house.”

“Don’t you dare touch them, Raphael,” she said, her voice cracking. “Don’t you dare…Please, Raphael. Let me go home,”

“But you longed for this, didn’t you? To get away from all the guilt and anxiety. To forget and simply stay with me, far away from it all,” he said in a mock sympathetic voice as Tav was squirming to get out of his arms. “I read your thoughts. In fact, you wanted nothing more, is that not right?”

So it was true. He had been reading her thoughts the entire time. He knew exactly how to play her and what would make her fall into his arms, because he was inside her head the entire time.

“Let me go…” she cried.

“Oh, my sweet, it pains me to see you so upset,” he cooed with a cruel smile on his lips. “Especially when I am offering you everything you wished for. Do you not want to be happy?”

She did not answer but kept trying to escape his grasp. He gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.

“Answer me,” he ordered.

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please—”

“Good,” he interrupted and snapped his fingers.

Her eyes glowed briefly just as Rolim’s did before. Her body stopped fighting and went limp. A sense of calm washed over her. The blood and gore around her disappeared. The last thing she remembered was waking in Raphael’s bed and seeing the cuffs around her wrists…She did not mind…They must have been a gift from Raphael…She was safe…She was with him…He was so beautiful in that form, Tav thought as she looked into his orange eyes that washed all her worries away.

She looked at him with a soft expression, taking in his features as if he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She smiled and put her hand on his cheek.

“Now, my dear,” he said with a charming smile while he held her around her waist. “Do you want to go home, or do you want to stay here?”

“I’d like to stay here…with you,” she said with a bright smile.

“Very good,” Raphael said a sweet condescending voice and kissed her forehead. “Your wish is my command, little mouse.”

[takaminevaeh]

dom!boxer baku x sub!fem reader

cw// slight subdrop, aftercare

As promised… part two~

“Come on, baby… it’s been an hour… we gotta get you clean…”

I whimper, burying my face in his neck as I shake my head.

“I’m sorry… but I’m taking you to the bath.”

I struggle for a moment before relaxing in his arms again, allowing him to take me into the bathroom.

I noticed the bath was already drawn, the bathroom dimly lit.

The scent of vanilla wafted through the air as he walked me to the tub, settling us both in.

My back was pressed against his chest, watching as his hand grabbed a soft sponge, plunging it into the water to absorb the soapy suds.

He washes my body gently, kissing my face over and over as he whispers praises into my ears.

“You did so well for me, precious… so beautiful…” He continues cleaning me, grabbing an empty cup and filling it, covering my eyes as he pours the water on my head.

He shampoos my hair with gentle fingers, massaging my scalp delicately, yet firm.

He rinses the suds out and then massages the conditioner through the strands of my hair, grabbing a brush and brushing my hair section by section.

He rinses the conditioner out and presses me against him once more, sighing as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“I’m so proud of you, hun…”

I close my eyes as we sit there together, allowing the warm water and his embrace to lull me into a brief slumber.

Very brief.

I woke up on the velvet chair in the corner of our room, watching with tired eyes as he changed out the sheets for clean ones.

“M’sorry for making a mess…” A deep chuckle comes from his chest as he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it…” He finishes and tosses the dirty sheets into the basket close to the door, standing up straight as he turns to me, his hands on his hips.

“Now… do you want your pajamas or one of my t-shirts?”

“… Shirt, please.” He nods and moves towards the dresser, taking out one of his shirts and moving towards me.

“C’mon, arms up.” I do as he says, allowing him to slip the shirt on.

He takes the opportunity to scoop me into his arms, moving me onto the bed.

“Do you need me to massage you anywhere..?” I shake my head.

“No… m’okay…” He nods and holds me close to him, kissing my temple as he runs his fingers over my arm.

“… Do you feel better now?” I ask him softly.

He sighs and throws his head back, moving his arm so the back of his hand is resting against his forehead.

“Yeah… I’m good. He just… he gets me so angry…”

“… I know.” He looks at me and sighs, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“… You know I love you, right?” I nod gently.

“Good. Because it’s true. I love you so much and… and I know I don’t say it as often as I should.” I laugh softly.

“I know you do… don’t worry. I love you too… so much…” He pulls me into a soft kiss, more intimate than anything as his hands travel to the back of my head, keeping me pressed against him.

He pulls away with a soft smile on his face, kissing my nose softly before pressing his forehead against mine.

“Time for you to go back to bed. Wanna take you shopping tomorrow.”

“… Can we go to the bookstore?”

He chuckles.

“Yeah… yeah we can, baby.”

Hope you enjoyed! I had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did!

If you want something specific, feel free to comment suggestions or you can wait for my poll that I will be posting later this week.

Happy reading!

[muffinsin]

uhm, would you be willing to write an age regression fic with each of the Dimitrescu sisters? (NOT SEXUAL!) i was thinking of the Dimitrescu sisters wanting to try age regression with their S/O but they don’t know how to branch that topic. however, one day the reader is having a bad day and the sisters decide that it’s time to ask them? (is it alright if you include breast feeding?)

thank you

Sure! :)

Let’s get into it!🙌 this got quite long, so I’ll keep em as separate posts :) this is Bela’s part

Once uploaded, y’all can find

Cassandra’s part here

Daniela’s part here

Masterlists

Bela

She’s always been very caring for you. Beyond the norm, really. Maternal, even

You never minded. You think it’s nice, if anything, how much she cares

You’re Bela’s top priority, and she lets you know as much. You’re who is always on her mind, who she loves and cares for deeply

She ensures you eat and drink, take breaks from your work at the castle, reminds you of schedules and your work, takes interest in your hobbies and watches out so you not only get plenty of sleep, but also feel rested

However, as of recent, another thing has been on Bela’s mind. Occupying it, hiding in the back of her head and only sometimes darting forth when she spends time with you

She wants to coddle you. She wants to nurture you. She wants to take care of you, properly, at times

Not even Bela understands these emotions at first. Why is she feeling this way? She doesn’t know, at first

Upon reading more into it and thinking it all over, she comes to one conclusion: she wants to be your mama, and wants you to be her little one. Truly, her little one. More than just the nickname she has given you the moment she first laid eyes on you

But- Bela is worried

What if you don’t agree? Or worse yet- what if you detest her for this? What if you think of her as awful and strange? What if you grow hateful towards her? What if it ruins what the two of you have?

She doesn’t want to lose the relationship between you two, she just…wants more. She wants to, at times, care differently for you. More platonically intimate, more maternal

Bela, ever the overthinker, can’t stop her flow of thoughts and worries. For a while, she decides to rest the topic. To ignore it, and act as though all of it never even happened inside her head

As though she doesn’t think of holding and nursing you. Of hearing you giggle preciously and of tucking you in and reading you stories

But, she notices your rising stress levels

How no matter how hard she tries, she can’t completely take the burdens of your work from you. She knows, she stress is getting to you too

Bela desperately wants to suggest age regression. To let go of all your worries and let her take over completely. She wants nothing but for you to be completely carefree

And she knows, she could help you achieve this. This carefreeness. This happiness. No more stress or worries at all, that is what she wants for you

Today is an exceptionally bad day, and Bela hums quietly in hopes of calming you down as she wraps her arms around you

You found her in her office, and immediately broke down in her arms from the stress. Gently, Bela guides you on her lap, her arms around you and her head against yours

Gently, she moves your head to allow it to rest on her chest. The low buzzing of her flies helps calm you again, and she can’t help but smile when you gently poke one of the insects that strayed loose from where her cloak should be

She allows herself a soft moment of peace as she lets the insect wander over your hand, tickling you and pulling precious laughter from you, before it settles on your shoulder

She takes notice of the topic of age regression at the front of her mind now, urging her to let out her thoughts and ask you already

Still- what if you hate her for it? What if you think her a freak? What if she adds more stress to your pile?

Only when she glances into your teary eyes do the thoughts let up. She just wants to comfort you

And she really wants to comfort you in such a motherly, caring manner. She wants to be your mama, your mommy, so very bad. To protect you and look after you

Gently, she takes your hand in hers. She smiles a little at the feeling of your smaller, shorter fingers against her own gloved ones

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, little one…”, she trails off, yet is quick to press a reassuring kiss to your forehead when you immediately begin to worry whether you’ve done something wrong

“I-…”- she has no idea how to phrase it at first, before she eventually settles on boldness

“Have you heard of age regression?”, she asks, unsure how else to bring this up. You shake your head at her, silently, eyes curious. Your stress is already forgotten again, and your tears are long dry again. She’s so calming, so sweet and relaxing. Having her arms around you means being home

Cautiously, Bela begins to explain. She tries not to speak too fast, sound too nervous, or ramble all that much

She tells you of wanting to take care of you, wanting to be a mother figure, in a way. She tells you she hopes it will relieve some of your stress, and you know she speaks truly

As she admits she would like to treat you as one would treat a very young toddler or so, and she would like to be your caregiver, a mama or mommy, your cheeks flush a little

The idea certainly sounds tempting enough

To let go, to not worry about this and that, chores and your work, mean staff members and duties, your future and the present. To focus only on Bela, to go back to a time of limitless joy and relaxation, happiness and comfort

To have her there with you

Still, you’re a little worried- Bela is your girlfriend. You don’t want to lose that. You love her so much, in so many ways

Upon voicing these complains however, she reassures you. She promises, it doesn’t have to change lest you want it to

She assures the two of you; you can split it, times of being her little one, times of being her partner. Being tiny to calm down after a long day and allow her to take care of you, a small relaxation between the two of you before both of you return to how days normally go. Times of spending hours together colouring or cuddling, nursing and reading storybooks

Bela smiles widely when you accept, your gaze softening a little bit already. She can’t help but purr happily, her arms tightening around you for a moment

“You’re my precious baby, sweetheart. And Mama isn’t going to let anybody hurt you”, she promises with a small kiss pressed between your eyebrows. You smile widely and sigh in contentment. You feel relaxed in her arms, like the awful day you’ve had can’t reach you at all

When you go to talk, she gently shushes you with a finger to your lips. “There’s no need to talk yet, little one. Mama promises to take care of you”, she coos, and again you only smile widely. Your gaze softens some more, your shoulders slack a little. You no longer feel as tense

You can’t help but let out a squeak of surprise when she easily lifts you, your legs on either side of her hips and one of her hands supporting your bottom to keep you lifted, the other holding onto your back and rubbing it gently and soothingly

For a moment, you almost think you’re going to doze off in her arms. Your head rests against her neck and her hair tickles your nose a little. She smells so good, it makes you feel completely at ease

Her gentle pats and small kisses to the side of your head make you grin a little. Surely she can’t fault you for closing your eyes? You won’t fall asleep, surely. You’re merely resting your eyes

Not long before you know it, you find yourself in her room, your uncomfortable work uniform taken and replaced by your favourite, comfortable shirt and trousers

Her arm is still around you, and you notice you’re in her bed with her now, wrapped up in blankets. Her free hand holds a book she’s been reading, and she giggles when you whine to see it

You can’t really explain it, but you just don’t feel like talking. It’s all so comfortable and warm, you feel that even if you opened your mouth, no words would follow. And you’re perfectly fine with that. Mama will take care of it all, and you know she doesn’t need words to understand you

Alas, Bela lifts the book with a gentle smile. She reads the title to you when you tilt your head, and giggles at your adorable, bored huff when it turns out to be a book about plants. You were kind of hoping for a storybook or so

She’s about to ask whether you slept well when a small growl interrupts her. With a small giggle, she tickles your growling tummy. Again, this brings laughter from you. Bela thinks it’s the most precious and rewarding sound

“I think someone’s hungry, hm?”, she coos, her fingertip lightly booping your nose. She can’t help but chuckle a little when it makes you go cross eyed for a second, before her finger pulls back again

You only nod, wide eyes staring up at the blonde woman. You’re enjoying this so much, you can’t help but want more

Bela gasps in surprise when you move your head and she feels you push up against her breast. Again and again, whining over and over again. When you also bring her hand to your stomach, she understands

You want to nurse!

With a small sigh, she pulls you properly on her lap and bounces her leg gently. While she would love to provide you with milk already, it will have to wait for another time. She is sure, the duke can sell her supplements that allow her to feed you properly in no time

Bela smiles down at you warmly, her gentle fingers in your hair, scratching your scalp and her other hand patting your back carefully

You allow her to move you, and giggle with carefree joy as she moves to cradle you instead

She is always so sweet with you, so careful. You couldn’t have asked for a better mommy, and in return, Bela couldn’t have asked for a more perfect little one

In time, both of you have a beautiful dynamic figured out, separating the times of your regressed self, and the times of being in a relationship with Bela. No hand holding, no kisses, no sex had to be sacrificed, and in return no innocent kisses, pats, giggles and cuddles and bonding activities were let out

One, however, has been missing. One both of you are itching to try: nursing. While often suckling her breasts when you feel little merely to use them as a pacifier, or perhaps for comfort reasons even, no milk has yet dribbled out your blonde

With supplements and a healthy diet, however, Bela one day feels the prickling in her breasts. And, at the same time, the nearly painful ache in them. They feel far too full, too big and full of milk that needs to be drained

As she pulls down her dress enough to expose her chest, you all too eagerly latch on. The pacifier falls from your lips when you open your mouth, instead caught by your mama as you latch on all too happily

Still, when you suck this time, you and Bela gasp. A little bit of milk came out, sweet and warm, and dripped into your mouth. You’re ecstatic! Just when you got hungry too!

She nearly groans in relief at the feeling of this tension, this ache, lessening. Still, when you suckle fast and eagerly, she gently lifts a hand to the back of your head. “Careful, little one. Slow down or you might get yourself a tummy ache, baby”, she coos, and smiles again when you do as you’re told, albeit whining a little

She nearly cries as you keep suckling fondly, her fingertip stroking your soft cheek when you close your eyes and keep drinking. She’s beginning to feel a little sore, but doesn’t pay it any mind. This moment is indescribable to her

To be this close to you, to have such a connection with you. She is at last able to provide for you like this too

While normally spoon feeding you and having a lot of fun playing games as you eat, it doesn’t compare to the feeling of being able to nurture you with milk produced by her body

In return, it makes you feel even smaller and littler than you already do. You babble to yourself, slurry words about how happy you are, little hums and excited kicks of your leg

Bela’s eyes snap to you when you whine. She hisses a little, feeling incredibly sore already, when you suck harder, yet little milk drips out. Yet, of course your mama knows what to do. She allows you to suck a few moments longer, gently now that her breast seems more of a paci for you again. A little rest for your stomach, before you can keep drinking. She knows, you haven’t had nearly enough to eat or drink yet, having insisted you want to bathe and play and throwing a little bit of a tantrum that was shut down by a pacifier

After a few moments, she gently makes you unlatch and guides you to her other nipple that, even without your input, leaks a little bit of milk already

You squeal in joy as you notice this, and it makes her heart ache happily. Again, you latch on eagerly, drinking slowly like your mama has instructed, yet eagerly. She can’t help but gasp happily when your eyes open and you look up at her

There is a moment where both of you see the unconditional love and care, appreciation and happiness in each other’s eyes. Bela smiles down at you, and as her arms wrap around you and her warm milk soothes your throat, you begin to feel tired

As your eyes sleep shut and you suckle eagerly, you still feel drops of milk on your tongue, and fall asleep with a happy smile as you suckle

[beardedjoel]

smother is everything! i found it when looking through tags on tumblr. i'd been reading fics on ao3 and was oblivious to the fact all these authors and fics i read are also on tumblr! started it last week. would have finished it much much much sooner if not for life things but i swear when i tell you i ate it up so quickkkkkk, like was so hard to not just finish in one sitting. i will need to re-read again to hold me over and also to dig into the scenes more too! not a lot of people out here doing what you're doing and doing it this goddamn well!!!!!!! i was wondering what your favorite part to write was, or your favorite scene? apologies if this has already been answered elsewhere!

i can't decide what my favorite chapter is but there are a million moments i love in this fic, even less ~big~ ones, simple things like joel feeding blossom bread and cheese in pt 2 and she asks why he hasn't hurt her yet too was so precious to me or basically any of the times blossom feels pretty, like when she's putting on the clothes he's picked out for her for the very first time, or feels like she wants to be sexy (all those types of moments are so endearing and in my head i'm like, i get it girl). these are just some small things that come to mind but there are a million more moments i love - can't wait to reread and rediscover them. also the one shots of them are mindblowing. satin is the sweetest thing i've ever read, and polaroid is so fucking hot and lowkey a commentary on kinks lol. i was also curious if you have any other series planned for when this one is wrapped up too?? no worries if you do not divulge these details! i will be very sad when smother is done but so glad i came across it.

helloooo!

thank you so much for reading, i'm really glad you ended up finding my story and sent this thoughtful message. omg where to even begin? i would say my favorite parts to write have been 8 and 11! in pt 8 i really enjoyed writing the cuter stuff between them with the reading and her getting so comfortable with things, kind of trying to imagine more finally what their day to day life together would look like! and pt 11 i found powerful to write. i really was proud of the emotion i drew out of the chapter even if it broke my heart a little bit. i feel like i have a favorite scene from each part though honestly!

also, agreed with you - there are sooo many small moments between them - the getting drunk, the haircut, joel cooking for her, picking the outfits like you said, all their intimate moments, OMG HIM PAINTING HER NAILS LIKE... there are just so many good moments between them that i still love so much.

and the polaroid one shot is definitely up there for favorite things i've written for them. and tbh, i never even think i meant for it to be a commentary on kink but because it came from a genuine place of how i feel about the subject it really does read like one towards the end there, which i love! 😋

as for future series i don't want to promise too much because i'm a very slow writer, but i maybe have a few random one shot ideas and a sugar daddy!joel series i have had rolling around in my brain since like way earlier this year! and definitely some smother one shots if things keep coming to mind once the main storyline is done.

okay anywayyyys, ty if you read this far! and thanks for all the fun questions and commentary! 💗

[meimi-haneoka]

I am so sorry about the delayed response. Real life stuff happened. And thank you so much! *Blushing* I am glad that I could take your mind off things even if temporarily. I hope things get better soon. I really enjoy asking you things. Most people I know are not into CCS even if they are into anime and that really sucks. I actually came across a post of yours quite incidentally (the Chocomint one - I am in Team Chocomint out there with Sakura and Tomoyo, hehe) and then fell into reading a bunch of your other posts. And then I sent you my first ask and of course, there's that. Thank you so much again for the long responses. On a second note, can I just fangirl over how Syaoran thinks Sakura is cute. Like we knew he was smitten by Sakura's personality but I wholly appreciate the way Syaoran appreciates Sakura's beauty. The one scene where Sakura and Syaoran were on a second date to the botanical garden is so cute. It's almost as though he couldn't stop drinking in his girlfriend's beauty. And then his eyes softens in such a warm way once she expresses her desire to talk to him more. *Fangirls so hard*. Furthermore, you are right about the protected environment that CLAMP created for CCS. I love it because I always felt uncomfortable with overt depictions of sexuality (Let's be honest, most anime do a very poor job of handling consent and burgeoning adolescent sexuality). I come from a more conservative non-PDA Asian culture and I always felt uncomfortable with the way sexuality or intimacy were treated as jokes and punchlines. Frankly, I am of opinion that while sexuality does exist in CCS (there are far too many sleepovers at Yukito's place involving Touya and remarkable number of mentions of it), there just accorded the dignity and respect of privacy. Touya and Yukito are not used as punchlines or jokes to embarass the protagonist (or themselves) walking in on them in one of their more intimate moments. Like it exists in the CCS world but it is none of our business what these precious couples choose to do in their more intimate moments. Those moments are theirs and theirs alone to experience and cherish and I love that about CCS. For course, given the childlike gaze of CCS, it is quite understandable that CCS treats sexuality the way children do - they know something exists but they are not old enough to discern it. I really appreciate it. And I agree on that with you.

Aaaand now it's my turn to apologize because I did finish the new fanart, but I always need a couple of days of "rest" after I did one cause this stuff drains me emotionally and mentally 😅 I really use it as a way to vent and release feels...I kinda feel like Akiho these days, to be honest. Anyway! Please know that you can take all the time you need if you want to send a reply, I am very well aware of how much RL stuff takes the priority over fandom stuff!

YAAAASS another comrade, high-five chocomint lover!! 😆 I'm curious about the chocomint post you saw cause I can't remember what I was talking about in it (I even tried to search for it and didn't come up with anything) 😆

Yes, seeing Syaoran appreciating openly Sakura's cuteness is really great to see, I think when they let us peek into his mind and heard him thinking, no, screaming in his head "She's so cute!!!!" in chapter 47, that was the peak for the SyaoSaku fandom 😆 He adores her smile and he's completely dependent on it! From an external POV it might seem trivial, nothing big about a young boyfriend commenting "cute" about his young girlfriend in his head, but I actually think it was a way from CLAMP to let us gently accustomed to the idea that Syaoran is growing up, and so he's starting to appreciate Sakura on multiple levels, if you know what I mean. Not big things yet but, you know...we're getting there, he's a teenager after all!

And I really like how you exposed the whole matter about sexuality in CCS. I absolutely think that the multiple "sleepovers" (at this point it almost seems like Touya moved in with Yukito for how often he stops by his home for the night) are definitely the strongest indication of the intimacy that there is between those two: as you said, they could be doing things, or even just enjoying the intimacy of sleeping together in the same room, we don't know and it's none of our business frankly. Because the story is trying to convey the feelings those two have for eachother through other aspects, other lens, not through how overt their expressions of affection are in public. That's why I shake my head everytime I find opinions like "I wish there was a kiss or a more explicit declaration of what Touyuki feel for eachother" cause that's not the flavor of this series at all. That's not how any of the characters express their love for eachother (and that's maybe what I meant when I said that "all characters receive the same treatment, kids and grown ups", and didn't express properly). If there's one thing I've understood about CLAMP, is that they're pretty averse to boxing their characters into definitions and customs....so they don't give precise definitions of what their characters are, what they do, you have to immerse yourself into their stories and infer those things from what the characters experience. Touyuki is not my main ship but I kinda get peeved when I see statements that diminish or invalidate their relationship, cause I think they're absolutely valid as they are!

And yes, I'm pretty sure CLAMP chose this approach because of the child gaze, but I also think that resonates with their personal views about relationships.

[siennafrxst]

↳ a drunken night 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

(part 2; version 2)

if you haven’t read chapter 1, click here.

if you haven’t read the other version of chapter 2, click here.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

As Y/N was drying her hair with a towel, she turns to the sudden disturbance coming from behind the door.

“Come in,” she announces loudly for the other person to be able to hear.

The door immediately swings open, revealing the person hiding behind it.

“Seb, hey,” Y/N greeted, a hint of slight surpise in her tone.

It seemed as though he had just gotten out of bed and put on a quick attire, due to his messy brown curls and groggy features. Goddamnit, why did he have to look so cute like this?

“Hey,” he greeted back, closing the door behind him.

Snapping herself out of her absurd thoughts before being managed to get caught for staring, she connects her eyes with his. The two shared an intimate moment of staring, both seeming to be hesitating to say the same desired words.

Do you remember last night?

“Uhm, how’s your hangover? Are you feeling okay?” she quickly asked to fill in the awkward silence.

Sebastian sighs heavily in exhaust. “S’okay. I mean, better than it was when I woke up, at least.”

She nodded in agreement, offering a soft smile at the man.

Sebastian brought a hand behind his neck before speaking up once more. “Uhm, about last night…”

Y/N gulped nervously as she heard those words. What if he still remembered..?

“Thank you for taking care of me, I’m sure that I was a load to deal with.”

She chuckled in an attempt to hide her sigh of relief. “Of course. I’m here for you, Seb.”

He returned a sheepish smile at his best friend as a sign of gratitude.

And then it was silent yet again. The atmosphere was filled with hope for something more to happen and fear of losing something they already have. Both were just wishing that the hope was more dominant than the fear. Yet neither of them spoke up. This went on for a few more precious seconds before Sebastian made a move. But not what you would expect.

“Well, I just wanted to check up on you. Thanks again, Y/N.”

Her heart dropped in absolute disappointment. She didn’t know that she would feel this much pain upon never talking about last night. It was more than just curiosity, it was also regret but... why? And that was when it hit her.

She loves him.

"Seb, wait! Wait."

Upon hearing her call for him, Sebastian turns around to spot Y/N’s agitated expressions.

"Yeah?" he questioned, despite knowing what she was about to say. They both knew what was bound to happen.

"I... do you remember what you said last night?" she breathed softly, almost cracking her voice.

Sebastian opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He closed it again and paused for a while before giving in to the temptation. "I do," he replies gently.

Those words might have hurt more than what she felt just a few seconds ago. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

Sebastian scoffed. "You hesitated too."

"But at least I spoke up, it's not as easy as you-" She pauses for a moment to recollect herself, preventing from lashing out. "Look, I just needed to know if that was the drunk you talking or if that was... you know, you."

Seeming to hesitate, he sharply inhales before his eyes trailed towards Y/N’s e/c ones. Time seemed to have stopped, but in reality, this moment of eye contact only lasted for mere seconds. But for them, it was as though everything surrounding them seemed to have faded into view, blurring itself out of the picture. Their gazes were fixated on one another, not letting go of this dangerously precious moment.

Y/N has never felt this way for her best friend—it had conflicted her inner thoughts more than she’d like to admit. But in that singular moment, all of her worries and doubts seemed to have washed away from her mind so easily. It was all she needed to confirm the question that had been plaguing her thoughts like a disease.

Was this love?

But now, all she could do was await his response, her mind dreading the possible outcomes of this seemingly forever lasting moment.

Then finally, Sebastian spoke.

…

“It was me. I said those things. And I meant it.”

[the-queerview]

Dahomey, 2024

by Mati Diop

I know its been a while my dear readers, I was again in a hole, binge watching k drama and oh yeah the Berlinale happened. Unfortunately the Berlinale fucked up twice, first by inviting the AFD- Nazi Party to the Filmfestival and a second time by fascist treatment of a the Israeli journalist Yuval Abraham and Palestinian filmmaker Basel Adra after their film 'No Other Land' won the a price for the Panorama Audience Award for Best Documentary Film... WHHHHHYYYYY Germany so disappointing. So yeah I was digging myself under my blanket or working in the library with a friend on my non existent art practice, but I made it to one film at the Berlinale. As a low budget filmmaker myself, I know how hard it is for filmmakers to get funding or places, where their films are shown, so I feel for those ones, who were selected, since its an international film festival and to quote here one my old philosophy professors: more language means more world. I wanna see and learn and cherish and cry and be angry and devastated and touched. the world of film is sharing ideas trough images. And its a dangerous but also precious gift.

Anyways, we start with a documentary I saw there by Mati Diop, titled " Dahomey". Mati Diop won as the first african female director the grand price at Cannes for her Film "Atlantique" in 2019. The film has actually 3 entities. It's a documentary showing the return of 26 Benin bronce treasures from the Kingdom of Dahomey to Benin. The first entity is the ghosts Voice of the treasure, they are speaking to us, to the audience, sharing their thoughts and their disconnect to their homecountry as well as their transportation back. The voice is written and spoken by Makenzy Orcel, a haitian writer. The transportation to their The second entity is the bureaucratic reality. we see the art historians and their helpers, checking and packing the works for the transportation by plane from France. We see how cautious they are and tbh I got scared for the works and would probably shit my pants, If I was responsible for taking care of this important treasure. one of my favorite scenes was when the chef of the return operation put a little fine string on a details of the benin sculpture for the transport. The little Detail. The third entity is the arrival in Abomey, Benin and the building of a museum for the works, which is also accompanied by student meetings, where they discuss what this return means and how come from the 7000 stolen treasures only 26 get back, and how do you deal with something that was stolen from you and suddenly comes back partly, how does artworks that also serve a religious purpose and become part of your identification with a place or a nation affect you? Also what does it mean to learn about french art history but not about your own, since it was stolen by colonizers? Those are just examples, the conversations went on.

There were moments, when Mati Diop showed the very intimate moment, like the first time, visitors could see the treasures in the new museum and their reaction. The first night of the sculptures is accompanied by the ghost voice of them talking again to us in the Museum and their reflection on it.

What I liked about the film is, that you as a viewer, are enganged in a conversation, you listen to the sculpture and therefor in this film, the sculpture becomes a real person, with feelings and fear and depth, you also listen to the human world, you observe what they are doing, and you observe how they talk about you, what they feel when they look at you. Therefor I consider this film genius so longer I think about it. Its a documentary but its magical. The film was not made in the perspective for us, the film is made out of the perspective of the ghost of the sculptures, looking into their future and in our present.

I barely know stuff about yorubian folktales, but I read once this amazing book by nigerian novelist Amos Tutuola "my life in the bush of ghosts", where he was inspired by yorubian folktales he grew up in, and some of the ghosts there, there are a looot of ghosts in the book, that have this animal heads, and when I saw the Benin treasures in the film, of the kings, with the animal heads and I thought about the ghosts in the book, I was very touched, since they also say in the film: The heads of the sculptures are depicted as one of the animals. you become a sculpture when you die, but you are not allowed to see it. when you lived a good life, they will make a sculpture of you, but you cant see it, or you will be cursed.

Besides I really recommend you guys to read at some point in your life " my life in the bush of ghosts", if you are interested of course.

I don't wanna spoiler to hard here, since the film will be released in theaters in September, but I highly recommend you to go and see it in a cinema, not at home, if its possible for you and affordable in any way, I know many people having a hard time rn.

Also this is my personal opinion, but yeah this world will be cursed forever, if all the countries wont get back their stolen treasures and art. Also Reparation payments must be done basically for eternity. I hope some important asshole watched the film and will realize that even if you were not alive when the bad things happen, if you are in a power position and have access to make decision, recognize your responsibility to create acts of apology and give the stolen things back and support.

in this words,

take care my readers

<3

the queerview

[ofbatsandballads]

op, once again you have written Jason so heartbreakingly beautifully. Your writing is absolutely stunning and so perfectly in character for him. I’ll ramble on below the cut.

He's an impossible existence that almost seems fleeting. And it's made all the more precious by the fact that he's in love with you too. He shows you so much sweetness it makes your heart want to burst.

The tiny bit of foreshadowing of the general theme of loving him and being so afraid to lose him, so terrified of him slipping away, in that first sentence is brilliant. Also don’t mind me sighing dreamily over here at the idea of loving him and knowing without a doubt that he loves you back. Unwaveringly reciprocated love just gets me, okay?

Not a day goes by where he doesn't whisper his devotion into the hollow of your throat. Not a night passes without his fingers tracing your jaw, smile so awestruck by your presence it leaves you almost wordless.

Jason using gentle touches as symbols of love and devotion. Ugh, I’m in love.

It feels blasphemous, to pull him down from the heavens where he battles with gods just so he can linger at your side. But how could you regret it when he so willingly chases your gentle touch on his arms,

This captured the same mood and tone of every mythological love I’ve ever read about. Ariadne and Dionysus, Psyche and Eros, Hades and Persephone. Loving something, someone bigger than you, more powerful, endlessly important to the turning of the world. Them loving you back. And with Jason it’s beyond fitting. The immortal being (because what is immortality if not the rejection of death?) with the power of creation or destruction finds himself soothed in the arms of a lover. You’re brilliant, op.

Even when your doubts creep up your spine and haunt your dreams, it's a universal truth that if you asked, he'd give up all that he was, give all he is to you.

Was fully expecting this to be the opposite, that he couldn’t give up Gotham for his love, but was very surprised and pleased when it wasn’t. It’s strange but fitting that Jason is somehow the most and least devoted to Gotham—willing both to kill for the city but also to leave for a greater love.

But you could never let him go. Not when you know the sound of his breathing in the rosy dawn. Not when you know the weight of his arm strung over your waist as the city wakes to streets made safer by him. Not when his face is pressed so close to your skin, you think the indent of him on it will become permanent.

This is so beautiful and vivid and intimate. I really have nothing else to say.

until your eyes stare blankly into the shadows that morph into the shape of him. Of the things that could happen to him.

I’ve thought a lot about this. The all encompassing fear of him going out every night for patrol. It would be brutal. But the flip side of loving him too much to do anything but bear the fear and worry because suffering each night is better than never having loved him at all.

You will soothe the worry lines that appear on his brow every time he finds you awake and waiting.

And the way Jason worries back! His fears about your wellbeing, about how he impacts it! Ugh, it would be a love filled with so much intensity and gentleness and concern and joy.

And if he didn't, you would still stitch the pieces of yourself together again and again for another moment at his side.

There is nothing I love more than a love made up of undying devotion. Clawing and stitching and fighting your way back to each other no matter what. OP, you get it.

Everything, anything to hear him say, I love you.

What a last line!

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again: you write Jason so well. Every little tick and habit and theme you’ve written for him is remarkably fitting for who he is and what he’s been through. This is just stunning, op!

There are Highs and there are Lows

Having a vigilante boyfriend can be hard ~1k words

Jason Todd is beautiful. With eyes that shine like galaxies and a voice that drips with poetry, it's no surprise you fell in love with him. How could you even try to avoid it? How could your heart not flutter when his smile paints his face, graces your world?

He's a dream, nearly a fantasy. Jason goes out of his way for you, checks in on you in his own, careful way. It feels like a gift every time he brushes his knuckles over your cheek, every time he presses a kiss to the shell of your ear.

He's an impossible existence that almost seems fleeting. And it's made all the more precious by the fact that he's in love with you too. He shows you so much sweetness it makes your heart want to burst.

Not a day goes by where he doesn't whisper his devotion into the hollow of your throat. Not a night passes without his fingers tracing your jaw, smile so awestruck by your presence it leaves you almost wordless.

Almost.

You don't think there's a world where you could forget the shape of his name on your tongue, forget how soft his eyes go when the word love falls from your lips. It's instinctual, the way your fingers curl into the hair at the nape of his neck so you can tug him into a kiss.

It feels blasphemous, to pull him down from the heavens where he battles with gods just so he can linger at your side. But how could you regret it when he so willingly chases your gentle touch on his arms, the caresses you lavish over his shoulders without asking for anything in return.

It makes you wonder if you're selfish, to hold him so tightly in your heart, to not want to share him with the world. Or maybe it makes you all the more selfless when you let him leave your bed every night without asking him to stay. Maybe it makes you good, the fact that you never shed a tear over his absence and constant wounds in front of him.

You know it would only break both of your hearts, because as big as the love is between you, as all consuming as it feels, you could never ask him to stay. Because you know the answer. Even when your doubts creep up your spine and haunt your dreams, it's a universal truth that if you asked, he'd give up all that he was, give all he is to you.

And wouldn't it be cruel to deny the world of Jason Todd? Wouldn't it make you guilty, to take him away from everything that makes him into the person who loves you so deeply?

You think he may be able to read minds, your mind at least, because every time the questions get too heavy to carry, he's there. He knows. He comes home early, he boils water, he runs a bath, and everything slots into place again. Everything feels right, and it is enough until it isn't.

But you could never let him go. Not when you know the sound of his breathing in the rosy dawn. Not when you know the weight of his arm strung over your waist as the city wakes to streets made safer by him. Not when his face is pressed so close to your skin, you think the indent of him on it will become permanent.

You could never live without the feeling of his mouth peppering kisses over your shoulders and up your throat. You'd suffer and ache down to your bones every day just to hear his soft laughter, raspy and deep with traces of sleep in your ear.

Jason Todd is a treasure worth keeping, one you covet more than any other. You wonder if he sees it in the way your eyes trace the lines of his jaw, the reverence in your movements as you tangle his legs with yours.

Or perhaps he's too blind in his own admiration for you to notice how badly you want to wrap him in the down blankets and keep him there forever.

You always seem to forget he's just as eager as you are to stay cuddled into each other, curled together even as time ticks on and on. (Neither of you would have moved, if not for the sound of stomachs growling)

In the sunlight, everything feels right. Any poison that festers in your soul washes away in the golden glow of day and the warmth that is Jason. Everything feels perfect, when his hand rests in yours and not a second passes where you aren't connected to him.

But dusk will settle. The twilight will always fade. The routine will begin again.

The moon will rise, and not even its cold beauty can distract from the fact that he'll leave again. That he'll do what's ingrained in his bones. That you'll be cold, alone, and sleep will evade your body until he is safe and home and with you again.

Doubt nestles its way to the base of your skull, nestles its way to the back of your teeth until your eyes stare blankly into the shadows that morph into the shape of him. Of the things that could happen to him.

Yet it will all melt away at the sound of his boots on the floor. The cracks in your heart mend themselves again. The fissures painless, as if they were never there at all.

You will soar at the feeling of his hands cupping your face. You will soothe the worry lines that appear on his brow every time he finds you awake and waiting. He will kiss away your woes, and you will kiss away his apologies.

You don't know what will break first. If his guilt will one day outweigh his ability to love you. If some monster will get to him in the night before he comes home. But you do know that what breaks will not be you.

Jason Todd holds you together, even if he doesn't know it. And if he didn't, you would still stitch the pieces of yourself together again and again for another moment at his side. For one more second of basking in the unexplainable feeling of love you so freely give, and love he so willingly returns.

You would face all of it. All the burdens in the world and the ones that scratch in your own mind to hear him say your name with so much care and adoration your knees forget how to hold your weight. Everything, anything to hear him say, I love you.

[ariespellz]

hand holding hcs !!

ft. genshin guys + gn!reader

includes: ayato, gorou, venti, kazuha, heizou, tighnari, dainsleif.

one, two, three.

cw: fluff, established relationship, some parts might be longer than others, alcohol mentions in venti's, a bit suggestive in venti's if you squint, i can't write tighnari to save my life, spoilers in dain's (?) and mostly very full of speculation:')

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG.. BUT HERE IT IS LOL. i might not be doing anything this long w this many characters ever again :')) maybe the third part as the last and thats it lol. ANYWAY SORRY!!! I HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVERR AND I BEGAN CLASS AGAIN :((

AYATO

either the king of hand holding or the worst one on the list.

choose your fighter.

his hands are SOOO soft. he hasn't picked up a single sword without gloves since was like, five.

or anything, for that matter

also slender, bony and long fingers?? really pretty nails??

phew rich kids i swear

as stated before, he can be super sweet and intimate, intertwining your fingers with care

or he'll practically drag you by your wrist. not even in a mean way just,,

yeah

he probably has no idea what he's doing. he has no reference on what to do or on how to behave aside from the cheesy romance novels ayaka likes to read.

no parents or parent-like figures in his life, and (i assume) barely any physical affection with his sister, as much as they love each other.

that's why he craves it in some way. probably

PDA is not for him. at all.

he's a very private person who dislikes public appearances

so holding hands while walking around the city would happen every once in a blue moon.

HOWEVER!!!

it's cool if you're alone

more than cool, in fact

he likes it a lot. when he has free time he takes you in quiet dates throughout inazuma's nature

in those moments he sometimes moves your hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles <33

it's so gentle and sweet, and sometimes he'll whisper praises too

"you're so precious, my love."

UGHH blushing and giggling and kicking my feet in the air rn

and oh god poor thoma. they guy is always the one to find you two.

"my lord, an officer is waiting to..." he trails off after seeing you in his lap while he worked on paperwork, his free hand stroking yours. you giddily wave to him as a greeting, and he returns the gesture with a nod and a friendly smile of his own. "...right. i'll tell him to come back later. sorry for the interruption!"

you two are lucky he's so used to it.

unfortunately, he's not always the one who catches you.

if your footsteps are soft and your ears are open, you can hear some of the maids gossip about you two.

"oh, they're so lovely! did you hear the rumours?" "about the picnic? yeah! mei told me they were cuddling! can you picture that?" "yeah! lord kamisato's totally smitten!"

it always makes you smile.

as inexperienced as he was when it came to physical affection, he was the first one to hold your hand.

ayaka had told him that "it would give you butterflies".

you BET she was right like-

a fish out of the water is the closest comparison of how your heart was pounding

although inexperienced, ayato is a natural-born romantic. he's sitting in front of you in some expensive restaurant, candles and roses and a private room (just for you two of you, just like he likes it). he's as nervous as you, if not more. this is your first official date!

remembering what ayaka said, his right hand approached yours, in a slightly shy way. "may i?" he murmurs, brushing his digits over yours.

"sure!" you answer, voice meek and an octave higher than usual.

he finds your enthusiasm funny

in a good way

in conclusion, he's not as slick as he'd like to be lol

half the estate has seen you two. the other half is patiently waiting their turn.

over time, he gets more used to it. no more dragging you, no more grasp that's barely there, just,, a normal hold.

a sweet one tho<3

GOROU

physical touch is not his love language

but he doesn't dislike it!! he'll do it if you're into it!!

he's really soft about it and you can see his tail wagging happily hehshdhdhsjsj<3

he's a very assertive man and a good (but somehow strict?) general, so his subordinates never get used to see you two interact ESPECIALLY when it comes to affection

gorou: *has your hand in his*

troops passing by: *😲*

you change him i'm telling you

he's pretty good at separating his work and personal life, so expect the affection to be more common in private

hand holding is not his forte nor his preferred way of showing physical affection, but he'll still get flustered from it

"the supplies are to be sent to the sangonomiya shrine. that is our main objective right now." he says, voice stern. his body, however, betrays him once you reach out to grab his hand. his ears flop immediately and his tail swings rapidly from side to side, cheeks starting to turn pink. you can't help but giggle when his eyes flicker between you and his subordinates, full of nerves.

"we saw nothing, sir," one of them says, clearly biting back a smile. "your orders will be followed immediately." he bows and leaves hurriedly.

they still talk about that to this day.

his hands are average size. not super tiny, but definitely smaller than ayato's or dainsleif's (side note: just noticed this applies to every guy in this post except those two and pantalone lmao).

his palms are a bit rough and he has some scratches here and there, but he makes sure his nails are clean and decent.

hald holding with him (ironically enough) isn't that common

you were the one to do it for the first time.

you guys weren't even dating (yet) and you were pinning hard

so after bribing some of his underlings with cookies, you managed to get them to do part of his work (and also get him to relax for an afternoon)

((with you, or course.))

(((the soldiers knew their boss had been crusing on you for centuries, so it was a win-win situation for them)))

sitting on a cliff, watching the scenery. beautiful pastel tones mixed with the pink hue of the sky in the sunset. he was next to you, eyes set on the horizon somehow looking unfocused. the golden light adorned his beautiful features, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and never let go.

you knew, however, that you had to be careful. you could've chosen the safest option and shut your mouth, like you always did. but no, not today.

with that in mind, you slowly place you palm in his hand. his ears immediatelly perk up as he looks at you, not bothering to pull away.

"i like you. a lot. and, uh, i'm just happy i can be here with you." you cough out in the spur of the moment. his eyes widen like coins and his tail straightens. he chokes a bit with his words, coming up with nothing to say.

it was a it awkward, really. you had your eyes fixed in the place your skin touched with his, refusing to adress his burning stare. regret filled your gut, and you tried to pull away, ready to stand up and go home to cry under the covers.

but a hand grasping your wrist stops you.

he looks like a deer in headlights, eyes gleaming and face redder than ever.

five words come out of his mouth, faster than any others he has ever muttered:

"are you free on sunday?"

VENTI

ah, venti...

he'd use handcuffs to chain you two together if he could.

he is very much a PDA guy. has no shame.

worth it tho because his hands are illegally soft. like cotton.

and his fingers are slender and delicate.

oh and there was no special "first time holding hands!!! exciting!!!!" moment

because guess who got touchy right after figuring his feelings out?

you guessed it! him!!

he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you close, and intertwined your fingers with his. it would have been romantic (and kinda hot, even) if it wasn't for the fact that the poor, poor honorary knight had to physically separate him from you so he would go home already.

"oh, love, one has never seen such beauty. never in thousands of years has a flowery field or a sunset in the ocean compared to your endless eyes." he recites close to your neck, hot breath fanning on your skin making a shiver run down your spine. aside from the fact that you have literally no idea what he means by thousands of years, his lidded orbs boring into yours don't help. "i would become a sailor if it meant that i could spend my life navigating in the ocean of your eyes. would you let me drown in them?"

"i don't get paid enough for this." the blonde mutters, secretly envying the fact that paimon was already sleeping.

"me neither." you say in return with an awkward laugh, wishing that the darkness covered your blush.

he gets a bit poetic after a couple of bottles, what can i say.

diluc always stares at you when you have to go pick him up from the tavern

you swear that's pity flooding his usually soulless eyes

you have the anemo archon wrapped around your finger

quite the accomplishment, if you were to ask me

he's all over you. especially (but not exclusively) when he's tipsy, or (god forbid) drunk.

oh yeah baby

DRUNK.

he gets on top of some table, requests the lights to be dimmed, and pulls out his lyre

and starts to sing the cheesiest song you have ever heard

(even the ever-so-cold sister rosaria smiles at the spectacle full of amusement)

"oooooh, babe, i want nothing but youuuu!" kaeya sings the chorus with slurred words and broken laughs (ironic, considering he's usually the sad drunk) as the others clap along. some guys have gotten up and started dancing.

"do something!" you plead charles, but he just laughs even louder at your desperation. you frown and bite your lips so you don't start doing the same. "for fucks sake, venti! get off there, its three in the morning!"

"why do you have to be so cruuuuel???" he sings in a cry, full of emotion. dropping to his knees in a dramatic way, he tugs at your arm to pull you closer. and right then and there, he stops singing abruptly. "i love you. i love you so, so much." his eyes water and your breath hitches. suddenly serious, his flushed cheeks have your heart doing flips. "you're gorgeous, (y/n). i wish you'd let me stare at you all day. you're the only thing i think about. i want to tell you- no. i need to tell you-"

at that moment, the door slammed open.

"you again?" diluc groaned. everything went silent except for kaeya, who greeted him excitedly, making his way to him in big stomps. noticing this, the redhead sighs tiredly. "show's over, everyone. we're closing for the night."

the drunkards groaned the first time this happened, but because of it repeating every month, they've gotten used to it.

the guy has the patience of a saint, you note.

"let's go home, then," you always say with a kiss to his cheek "you tone-deaf bard."

KAZUHA

out of context but this guy invented chivalry

no i will not give any further explanations

he'll hold your hand like he gets paid for it. so enthused about it.

unlike the three messed up people (lovingly) above, this one does the thumb rubbing thing!! (hooray i guess)

his hands are probably rough considering he uses a katana without gloves/is literally a wanderer. but. i can't picture it. let a woman dream.

OH AND HE'LL TAKE HIS BANDAGE OFF IN PRIVATE IF YOU ASK HIM TO <3

just imagine it aaaaa

he stares at you in pure disbelief EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK

LIKE NO KAZUHA THE BURN MARKS ARE NOT UGLY

and when you tell him that he blushes aahhzhsgzwkshjsjs

still! he's very shy about it (oddly enough) so he will only do it if you've been together for more than, let's say, 6 months?? maybe??

he'll slowly unwraps the cloth, cheeks slightly flushed (as always). it's constant, really; he doesn't falter but he doesn't speed up.

that is, until he comes to a stop. right above the mark.

"kazu," you call. he looks at you through his lashes, full of... embarrassment? "you don't have to if you don't feel like it. but... that's not the case, is it?"

he looks so out of character, gulping and avoiding your gaze. he breathes and tries to say something, but he stops himself and stares at his lap.

"look at me, love." you request, placing your palm on his cheek. "you don't need to hide yourself. you're beautiful."

he stammers a compliment and looks away, clearly flustered by the affection

how cute

those times are when you get to see him timid

no one will believe you, but he's the clingy one

hands on your shoulders, on your hips, waist, face, thighs, and most importantly, on your hands.

the first time you held hands, he was the one initiating the contact

you weren't dating, or even close

that was the day you started crushing on him

wether you were a fellow pirate in the crux fleet or just some person travelling with them on one (1) time makes no difference

the storm unravelling in front of you could terrify anyone

you were, of course, no exception

captain beidou's loud voice, commanding the last preparations before seeking shelter

the loud crackling of thunder, and the constant crash of the waves

the raindrops which fell like knives, making a sound similar to bullets when they hit the wooden floor

the footsteps, your heartbeat, the ropes being pulled

it was just too much

breath quickening, you tried to calm down. teardrops were beginning to form on your eyes but you didn't allow yourself to cry.

it'd be downright embarrassing, considering that everyone else seemed to be taking the situation with cold precision

and oh, fuck, your hands and legs were trembling like jelly

you heard beidou yell something in your direction, and next thing you knew, someone was pulling you inside to the hold.

"it's okay. you're safe now." kazuha's gentle voice lulls you. he's gently grasping your hands in his, rubbing comforting patterns in your skin. you curl up, fingers tightening as the ship rocks violently. you silently thank him when he doesn't pull away or swats you off, opting to huddle closer to you instead. his warmth makes your muscles relax slightly, and he chuckles lightly at it. "feeling better already? i'm glad."

you had never really talked to kazuha, as he often refrained from taking place in the numerous drinking competitions the fleet celebrated on sundays.

(let's just say, that changed in the future)

crimson orbs meet yours when you choose to face the man, and suddenly your face has turned into their rival in a fictional challenge.

you thank him again and straighten up, coming back to your senses. you instantly miss his body heat, but you say nothing.

he does not, however, seem to have any intentions of letting your hand go.

HEIZOU

oh dear god

you're in for a ride

you see, he can be the perfect boyfriend

but he can be a little shit too

it depends on how much he'd like to tease you

if he feels like being an asshole, he'll conjoin your hands and swing them exaggeratedly while skipping and maybe even singing a little tune

he makes sure this is in public (unless it's crossing your boundaries), so he can embarrass you a bit

(if you, however, start replicating him, he'll make it progressively more obnoxious until one of you gives up)

((make it be him. please. place your entire body against his arm and bat your eyelashes at him like you're fucking minnie mouse or something. he's officially losing this one.))

"my dear! my everything!" he exclaimed, snaking your hips with one arm and conjoining your hands with the other. he presses kisses on your fingers, green eyes gleaming with mischief, and he finds it hard to fight back a cackle. this would've been funny, cute, ir even romantic, if it wasn't for the bewildered looks of his coworkers.

one dude actually yelled at him to at least do that in his office. once you were there, you questioned his triumphant expression

"ah, there was this boring case they wanted me to solve..." he snickered. "now they won't come into my office and pester me. i guess some other guy will do it."

fucking bastard (adoringly)

his fingers are long and slim, and his knuckles are rough

he literally throws punches as self-defense. no sword, no bow, just his fists.

by this, i imply that at least his knuckles and reverse of his fingers could exfoliate your skin better than any soap.

his palms are softer (not too big of an accomplishment. a three-day-beard could achieve that, too), and rather cold

heizou's preferred form of physical affection isn't hand holding, actually, so he's not too big on it

he makes an exception for the situation mentioned above AND if you're feeling nervous or stressed.

in the second case, he'll be more subtle. he can read you like a book, so he'll save you of any unwanted attention by softly caressing your palm and fingertips.

"it's okay" he whispers. "do you want to get out of here?"

and if you say yes, he'll excuse the both of you and get you some dango milk

he'll have your pinkies intertwined and walk side by side with you. no jokes or teasing remarks.

(he also manages to have the same exact pace as you. sometimes it's a bit hypnotizing to watch.)

oh and btw, you were the one holding his hand the first time

he knew you were smitten

he knew what you wanted

but he still said "hmm let's see what they do"

smirking at you your whole first date like "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad"

(PUNCH HIM. HE WON'T SEE THAT ONE COMING)

and while accompanying you back home, he's waiting patiently for you to make a move.

and of course he notices. he sees the way your hand shifts closer to his, only to pull away a second later. he sees from the corner of his eye the way your chest rises and falls progressively faster. and oh, archons! you're doing it!

you're lifting your hand up, and it's getting closer, and nearer, and omg it's right next to his--

"go on," he says in a teasing manner, breaking the silence. he wears an shit-eating grin as if it was his best suit "you can do it. i don't bite."

you swallow. you consider kicking him and running off, but you had genuinely enjoyed your afternoon and that'd be a waste. so, hesitantly, you did as you had planned.

his hand was warm, and there was no further chat until you arrived.

you were at the doorstep, saying your goodbyes.

"keep going, yeah?" he giggles right before leaving. "i'm expecting a kiss next time!"

"wha-"

it's up to determine wether he got it or not.

TIGHNARI

QODIAHUSBSUSJS AAAAAAA

OKOK HEAR ME OUT

you're a forest ranger too

so you two conveniently go on patrol together

who could've guessed?

even before you dated. consider that as his form of courting.

but but! the moment you two are official tho!!

he'll hold your hand constantly <3

its perfect because he's NOT a pda person. so he has his three favourite things together.

privacy, the forest, and you:)

expect collei to look beyond awkward whenever she catches you two having the slightest moment of physical affection in front of her

she loves you two and is very supportive !! she just does NOT know what to do with herself.

also HOLDING HANDS TO ASSERT DOMINANCE/hj

and by this i mean Very Obviously putting your intertwined hands over the table as you have dinner with cyno and collei

cyno: *🤨*

collei: *small politely and nod yall*

"...what clothes do clouds wear?" cyno reads from his (terrifying) book as you swallow your bite out of your pita pocket. he then proceeds to look straight at tighnari, who is currently two seconds away from jumping out of the window. "thunderwear."

the situation was so weird you couldn't help giggling a bit, covering your face with your free hand. at your side, tighnari's grip became a bit tighter. "unbelievable" he grits his teeth. and at that, you laugh harder.

you teased him for that dumb "jealous" episode for WEEKS. my man wanted to disappear from the face of teyvat.

on another note. his gloves.

they look so squishy idk how to say this.

the pads?? are like a jelly-esque material?? maybe slime condensant or whatever its called

so you can expect his bare hands to be SOFT. AND PRETTY. BECAUSE HE NEVER GOES OUT WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTION.

(as he should)

most likely the best hands in genshin together with albedo and maybe scaramouche?? nah scratch that pantalone must have the best manicure in the world

back on point. his nails are kinda pointy (he is a fox so it is to be expected) so DO NOT ask him to scratch your back. he'll say no anyway but beware.

it'll be more painful than satisfying. does not fully count if you're a masochist.

anyways. he enjoys physical touch wayyy more than he'd like to admit.

hand holding isn't enough he wants you to pet his ears and spoon him (partner privilege what can i say)

tighnari's generally stern disposition was a challenge during the "chase" phase of the relationship. for the both of you.

on the one hand, there were your compliments and your not-so-secret intention to win him over.

on the other hand, he blatantly refused to flirt back, but still managed to flirt back.

you know the difference?

like, never once in a million years would he see his crush and say "you look amazing, darling. are you free tonight?" and wink.

BUT he will say "that shade of green is nice." and oh so conveniently need your help writing some stuff down.

("paperwork. nothing too interesting" he'll say when questioned. "mind your business" is what he means.)

you learn to pick up on it. and he learns to be more bold.

you let him hold your hand the first time.

he's not that fond of physical touch, and you didn't want to cross his boundaries, so you let him take those steps.

it was a warm summer night in sumeru. the kind of warm in which the breeze is pleasant and no jacket is needed.

you were stargazing and pointing out constellations together,

and he just. went for it.

"hold my hand" he said without looking at you. it wasn't that much of a statement, because the softness in his tone made it sound like a suggestion.

a smile appears on your face while your insides tickle, and you feel a bit ridiculous for being so excited over something so simple. "as you wish" you teasingly say, taking hold of his hand.

the lack of light makes it hard to read his expression, or see if he's blushing.

a thousand questions race in your head, mixed with worries and things you'd like to say

all of them dissipate when he interlaces your fingers.

DAINSLEIF

well first of all

he's very,,,

devoted

by which i mean you are his moon and stars

he'll BATHE YOU in affection.

he wouldn't even entertain the idea of dating someone he doesn't trust completely and/or hasn't been with him for a long time

you make him soft lol,,,, use that info however you want

he does the thumb rubbing thing!!! a king fr

ah and he's not taking off his gloves. because of the curse, his skin is probably a bit unsettling to see?

so is yours, considering you share his condition.

he isn't that into physical touch, though. and even less into pda.

so there's three situations in which he holds your hand:

while walking around alone, when you're nervous or scared, and in the intimacy of your home

it's on the quiet days around teyvat that he doesn't wanna let go

it's standing before the enemy, which haunts you two like prey, that he reminds you he would never let go

and it's while sleeping, huddled together, that he holds you close to him and intertwines your fingers<3

like i sad, no pda.

he might make an exception if it's the traveller with you, but uhh not really...???

hes so awkward about it too like-- it can get funny sometimes.

like one time he held you by the waist when you visited stormterror's lair and paimon just commented on it

had he been not so stoic he might have jumped away from you like his instincts yelled

and she didn't even say anything weird. maybe something like "you look good together!" or "huh?! you like him?!"

she adores you so she's very much Confused™ by your taste

give her time she'll get over it

but you get it, really. the picture of dainsleif she has could never compare to yours.

you still remember, all those centuries ago, when you took a leap of faith and pulled him to the dancefloor.

well, not exactly a dancefloor, but more of a 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓮𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓻 ???

yeah like . elegant.

he was the dainsleif, and you were just. you

i mean babe ur great and all but hes like the strongest (and hottest lets be honest) guy in khaenri'ah. good luck!!

some friends encouraged you. this was a big celebration!! the eclipse dynasty and its descendants rarely ever organized parties. not in their home, at least.

so after months of watching the twilight sword from afar, you finally had a chance (although slim) of approaching him

so you got ready (best clothes, best accesories, and a lengthy skincare session) and when some animated music started to play, it was your chance

"you got this!" your friends said. "yeah, you look stunning! he's saying yes for sure!"

he's talking with some colleagues and the rush of adrenaline slowly leaves you,

but oh no! it's too late. you've made eye contact and he's two meters away from you.

"breathe, calm down" you tell yourself. your steps become wobbly but the resolution doesn't leave your features.

dainsleif looks surprised when you stop in front of him, and the guy he was chatting with (who you recognize as halfdan, one of his most loyal underlings) elbows him with a smile before excusing himself in a teasing tone

"may i help you?" he asks. oh god, his voice always makes your insides tickle. you open and close your mouth before pursuing your lips and speaking in a more... assured tone.

"yes. i was wondering if you'd like to... to dance with me?" you chuckle nervously as dain gapes at you, clearly shocked. "i mean! you probably have better things to do and... you are probably very uncomfortable right now. uh, sorry! i'll just leave-"

"i'd love to" he interrupts with a small smile. "also, you look very beautiful today, (y/n)."

"oh." you beam, holding his wrist gently. "thanks. you, uh, you always look beautiful." as you guide him among the other couples, you swear you can hear some knights cheering.

and the rest is history :')

side note: forgot to mention you were freaking out because "OH MY GOD HE KNOWS MY NAME?? HE KNOWS OF ME EXISTING???? AND HE. SAID. YES??????"

however, with dain, life's not sunshine and rainbows.

he trusts you, of course, and he loves you even more

but he still refuses to ask for comfort. no matter how many times you make him understand your feelings for him, he just doesn't seem to understand a word.

sometimes you face his walls and are struck by a sudden wave of disappointment.

it's not like you want to know every thought and emotion that crosses him, but communication can be hard sometimes.

like when he had jumped into the abyss without a care in the world.

you are angry, of course. you had been sick with worry, crying and pacing and lucky in the few nights you had been able to sleep.

he had (conveniently) reappeared next to the traveler, inside the chasm (or at least that was what he told you). from that point on, the story became more twisted.

but his voice was so groggy as he told you, and his eyes were peering at you with so much tiredness, you couldn't help taking his hands in yours and resting his body against you.

"i'm sorry." he repeated over and over, becoming more desperate each time. lacking the strength to even straighten his back, he barely mustered the energy to slightly squeeze your hands.

"let's rest for a while, yes? i'm just happy that you're back."

he's so grateful for everything you do :(

being with him would be living in a hurt/(no?) comfort fic 24/7 actually lol i kinda wanna cry

being with him takes effort, resilience, and overall, it's hard

though as he links your fingers and his eyes fill with sheer devotion and adoration, you think it's all worth it :')

[zafirosreverie]

El lugar sin límites (Julieta x Fem!Reader)

Next

Warning: long ass post. Mentions of cheating and death. This will be an age gap story, don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

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Julieta sighed as she tried to ignore the widening hole in her chest and blocked out her husband's voice as he opened the door. She didn't need Dolores or anyone else to tell her who was visiting them. Since the incident with the candle and the rebuilding of Casita, it was very clear that something had changed in their relationship.

At first, she had been very grateful to the Rodriguez family for letting them stay in their house while they sorted out all the mess they had gotten themselves into, and she had never taken Aurora, the youngest daughter of the family of bakers, very seriously. That was her mistake.

Aurora seemed like a lovely little girl, her voluminous golden curls nicely framing her porcelain face, but there was something in her green eyes, a shadow she hadn't seen at first, a hint of mischief. She was always with them, pretending to help carry things or mix the cement, when in fact she spent her time talking to one person and only one person: Agustín.

Julieta was not a jealous woman by nature, so she took it as mere friendship, after all, the girl had presented herself as a fragile and shy creature (what a fool she had been to fall for her facade) and her husband had been the first to make her laugh and make her feel comfortable, so the brunette hadn't thought ill of them. Until the laughter became whispers, the looks became complicit and the touches more and more intimate.

The change was subtle, but all too obvious to her, who had been married to him for over 20 years. Agustín moved further and further away from the area where they were building, he took longer to get to dinner and found more and more topics to discuss with Aurora while Julieta waited for him in a lonely, strange, and cold bed. She wanted to console herself with the thought that it was temporary, that everything would go back to normal once their house was finished. She would once again be the only woman in her husband's life.

But then, even with the gifts restored, she wasn't able to hold Agustín's attention for long. Perhaps it was because he had known the magic of the Madrigals for a lifetime and it was no stranger to him, or perhaps he found some emerald marbles more beautiful than his wife's brown ones, Julieta didn’t know. But the point was, no, things weren't back to normal.

On the contrary, they only got worse. Because Aurora showed up at their door two days after they moved back, with the excuse of missing everyone. Her mother had been kind enough to invite her to dinner and the girl had taken that as an invitation to stay permanently because she kept coming back. Every day, at the most inopportune time. She would always come asking for Agustín, with that smile that at first seemed friendly, but now dripped with poison and bitter honey. And Julieta had to witness how her husband slipped through her fingers, in her own house!

"Mom" Mirabel said carefully, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Julieta hadn't realized that she had the fret sponge in a death grip. She quickly tried to put on a polite smile as she turned to her daughters and niece, but she knew it had no point. They knew it. They had known it from the first moment, perhaps even before she herself.

"Yes, mi amor?"

“Please” Mirabel said pleadingly “please, just…leave him”

The older woman sighed and looked at the ground. This was a conversation she had had many times with her daughters over the past few months, though it was no less painful for that. Her precious Mirabel had been the first to suggest a divorce and although Julieta tried to act surprised by it, the truth was that she had been thinking about it too. Isabela and Dolores had joined Mirabel the next time she suggested it and when even Luisa, the closest of her three girls to her father, had begged her to separate from him, she knew it was serious.

But how could she do it? How could she let go such an important part of her life? That man, however distant he was now, however much he hurt her, had given her the best years of her life and three precious treasures. She couldn't just leave him, no matter how much her love dimmed every day.

"Mirabel-"

"Mom please!" Isabela interrupted her "I can't bear to see that... that... girl" she said seeing her mother's warning look "I can't see that girl anymore in the house"

"It's also your father's house" she reminded them

"Only because of you!" Mirabel said, crossing her arms "if you were divorced, we wouldn't have to see…her, every day"

"And where would your father go?"

“Not our problem”

"Isabela!"

"What? It stopped being our problem the moment he decided to cheat on the goddess I have for a mother."

Julieta tried not to smile too much at her daughter's compliment, but her good humor quickly dissipated. She has really been avoiding that word: cheating. She refused to believe that her husband, the same man who had sworn eternal love to her, would be able to deceive her. She knew it was foolish to cling to hope when obviousness was right in front of her, but as long as Dolores didn't confirm that he had crossed the line, Julieta could give him the benefit of the doubt.

They weren't really doing anything, no kissing, no…more intimate relationships. Nothing. They just went for walks together or to buy things (jewelry that was never for her, from what her niece had told her), so everything was fine, right? There was nothing to complain about. None of the four girls dared to say no, nothing was right. Because it was a matter of time before Agustín crossed that line, and that was something that everyone, Julieta included, knew.

"Mijas, I appreciate the concern" the brunette sighed "but I assure you that everything-"

"Everything is fine" interrupted the four

"Stay in your fantasy world if you want, mom" Mirabel said "but I'm not going to have another dinner with her."

The healer watched as the other three nodded in agreement and the four girls left. She knew they were right, a big part of her also begged her to separate from Agustín, before she got more hurt, to end things cleanly when they could still be friends. But she was terrified of being alone.

Besides, it wasn't like she had much support. Maybe her daughters (because Dolores was definitely her girl too) were on her side, but the rest of her family was not. Aurora had them all eating out of the palm of her hand and if her husband didn't invite her to dinner every night, her sister or brother-in-law, maybe even her mother, would.

"Ay Agustín" she whispered "of all the wounds you could cause me, it had to be the only one I can't heal"

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You stared down the path in front of you, sitting still and straight on your horse Cuervo, a strong, imposing black beauty. Beside you, Asena, one of your wolves, was tense, stalking, waiting for the signal from Atila, her mate, who had moved away to investigate the area.

You had been traveling almost all day. Your hands were red from the reins, your inner thighs burned from the saddle, and your hair was a tangled, dirt-covered mess, but you had refused to ride a carriage. You didn't carry much luggage or anything of value other than your father's ring, there was no point in making a showy parade, no matter how much your mother had insisted.

"My lady!"

You turned to see Miguel and Abel, your two companions and employees of your mother's house, galloping towards you. Thoroughbred though they were, their horses were no match for Cuervo, and you had left them well behind a few minutes ago.

“I told you, Miguel. We are not at my mother's house, call me Y/N”

“Of course” he bowed respectfully “But please don't leave us behind again. Your mother wants you to arrive safely at your destination and your father commissioned us to take care of you”

You felt a stab of pain in your chest at the mention of your father. Part of the reason you agreed to take this trip was because of him. Don Manuel, a brilliant and wealthy historian, was always humble and helpful. He was the light of your life, the one who always guided you on the path of hard work and self-love. He was a loving man, devoted to his family. He loved you and your brother Sergio with all his soul and he had always been concerned with instilling in you the values ​​that he believed were correct. He had a free soul and a sincere heart.

Your mother, a cold woman and more interested in money than in anything else, had always said that you were too much likehim. She said it as intimidation, you took it as the best compliment you could receive from such a horrible woman.

Things weren't always so rocky between you and her, but a few years ago, your family had suffered a terrible loss, one from which your father could never recover and which ended up freezing your mother's little heart: your brother Sergio had tragically died, so small, so innocent. A whole life ahead. That had prompted your father to be doubly protective of you, even though you didn't need it…or so you thought.

The tragedy seemed to have found refuge in your house and just a few years later, it would take Fernando, the only man you would ever love and from whom you now only kept Cuervo. Not satisfied with that, a few months ago, fate decided to hit you once again where it hurt the most and took your father from you, right in front of you. You didn't think you could ever forget the desperate cries from him or the feel of the hot drops splashing on your skin.

That's why you couldn't stay in your hometown. There were too many painful memories. And when Carmen, a woman you had never met in your life but to who you had to give the title of grandmother, had offered you a way out, you had taken it without thinking twice. Yes, it was true that your grandmother's reasons were very different from yours, but that didn't change the result at all: you were far from that place that felt more and more like a cage full of ghosts.

Now, you were headed to a mythical place, one that you only knew from the stories your grandmother had told you when she came back into your life a few months ago.

"My mother wants me to reach the altar even if it's in pieces" you said dryly

You weren't stupid, you knew that Carmen had asked one of her friends to find you a good husband while you lived with them, a desperate move to clear your last name after you broke off your last engagement, and even though you had no intention of getting married, you had agreed quickly if only to get away from that place.

Just then, Atila returned to your side. His body language was serene and without signs of having encountered danger, so without giving your companions a chance to say anything else, you resumed galloping, quickly leaving them behind again.

You passed through the middle of a couple of mountains and the air suddenly changed around you. It seemed cleaner, lighter, almost…magical, and at the foot of the mountains, you could see a picturesque town.

"That must be it" you said to Cuervo "Encanto"

The horse neighed and sped up its run, with the two wolves following behind. It was true that you were running away from the past, but in a very rare attack of optimism, you thought that maybe, here you could find a future too. Who knows, it was one of those things you felt in your bones.

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"And remember, wait your turn to show your gifts, we don't want to overwhelm the poor girl" Alma said.

The matriarch paced back and forth while her family began to gather at the gates of Casita. It had been a surprise for everyone when the woman had told them that they would have a guest, and although no one protested, they all had questions. She had told them everything that Carmen had say in her letter.

Her dear friend, who had moved out of Encanto a few months ago to look for the son she had left behind when the mountains rose, had written to her a couple of weeks ago to ask for a favor. She had told her that she had found Manuel's family and that he would now be about 60 years old, but that she had arrived late and she had barely managed to make amends with her son when he tragically lost his life.

She had also told her about you, her only granddaughter. Carmen had described you as a beautiful but slightly rebellious young woman who had just made a big mistake that had tarnished the family name, so you couldn't stay in your town until things calmed down.

"She's a good girl, Alma, she just needs to mature" she had written.

And of course, Alma couldn't refuse to help one of her oldest friends, so she gladly agreed to have you in her house and help find you a good match to marry. Besides, if she was honest with herself, she also hoped that a little competition might chase away the terrible being trying to sneak into her family.

She wasn't a fan of that little Aurora girl, and it hurt her that her precious Julieta was suffering because of her. But she also knew that she couldn't do anything if her daughter refused to acknowledge the problem that was right in front of her.

"She's a foolhardy little girl, so we'll all bear with her and help her adjust to the town, okay?" she asked, looking sternly at Aurora, who just turned her face away.

"Yes, abuela" the rest of the family responded in unison.

“I can hear her approaching” Dolores said softly.

"Thank you, my child. So let's go out and greet her"

The Madrigals nodded and left in silence. Julieta tried to ignore the way Aurora clung to Agustin's arm or the way Isabela glared daggers at the blonde. Dolores covered her ears a bit as your horse and wolves approached, and they all gasped as your figure stopped before them.

The truth was that, from what they had heard of Carmen's letter, everyone had imagined that they would receive a shy, pampered girl, bathed in riches and escorted by a large luxury committee, perhaps in an elegant carriage. The snake wrapped around her husband's arm had even made several disparaging comments about how you would surely be a burden. Comments that, it should be noted, only Agustín had found funny.

But oh boy were they wrong.

In front of them was a beautiful and gigantic horse black as night, and at its sides were two enormous and beautiful wolves with gray pleats sprinkled with browns and blacks and eyes shining with wisdom. The three animals looked strong, powerful, and impressive, but even their beauty paled with that of the creature mounted on the saddle. Never in her life had she met a beauty like yours.

Your face was serious but not coarse, and it was healthy and color of youth. Your black dress, while plain and travel-terrified, looked fine, and the few strands that had come loose from your long braid framed your face perfectly. You were an imposing sight that took the breath away of everyone present.

And yet, Julieta couldn't help noticing that there was a shadow of sadness in your beautiful eyes, a deep and raw pain.

You waited for Miguel and Abel to catch up with you to dismount and walk with a firm but not hurried step towards a woman dressed in magenta. You didn't like to assume anything about anyone, but she certainly seemed to be the eldest of your welcoming committee, so she should be your grandmother's friend.

"Sra. Alma?" you asked carefully, bowing respectfully to her.

The matriarch was speechless. Neither your stunning beauty nor your manners and soft voice matched what Carmen had told her, there was nothing in you that screamed immaturity or nonsense and if it weren't for the fact that the color of your skin, eyes, and hair were the same as described in the letter, she would think you were not the girl they were expecting.

Atila and Asena sat on either side of you. Their massive size made their heads slightly below your chest when seated and it was their imposing appearance that seemed to wake up the woman in front of you.

"Sorry dear, where are my manners?" she laughed nervously "you must be Y/N"

You nodded and offered her a polite smile as you shook her hand. The woman seemed to notice the crowd that was beginning to gather to look with curiosity, either because of your peculiar furry friends or because of your beauty that still had the rest of the family speechless, so she quickly invited you inside. Miguel and Abel stayed outside to tie up the horses and give them food and water.

You had to admit that Casa Madrigal was not what you imagined it to be, not in the slightest. From the attitude of your grandmother, you would have thought that you were going straight to a castle (after all, she had said that these people were basically the royalty of the place), but what you were greeted by was a house, which although large, cozy and full of elements that made it feel truly at home. You liked it.

"Now dear, I know you must be tired from your trip" Alma told you, stopping in the middle of the central patio "but there are a couple of things that it is better that you know once and for all"

You nodded and listened carefully. Your grandmother had warned you about the peculiarities of the place, and although at first, it seemed incredible to you that magic existed, you were willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.

“I don't know how much Carmen has told you about this place, and the story is long” she began. You immediately felt a slight change in her voice. It wasn't something she wanted to talk about and you knew it.

"I know about the miracle" you interrupted her politely "And she also mentioned something about some gifts"

Alma smiled at you, grateful that she didn't have to tell absolutely everything that had brought her family up to that point in life.

"Excellent, that saves us a lot of time" she told you before turning to her family "then let me introduce you to the family"

The woman put an arm around your shoulders, in a slightly uncomfortable half-hug but from which you didn't even try to escape. Atila and Asena watched everything carefully, however.

“This is my daughter Pepa and her husband Félix. She controls the weather”

"Nice to meet you" told you a red-haired woman whose trembling hands betrayed her anxiety

"Likewise" you answered politely

"They are her children, Dolores, Camilo, and Antonio" Alma continued

You smiled at a cute brunette girl who looked only a few years younger than you and widened your eyes slightly as the boy next to her quickly changed shape to look like his sister. You didn't expect that.

"I'm sorry" Dolores told you softly "my brother gets excited when there are visitors to whom he has never shown off his gift"

"Hey!"

"Understandable, it's quite impressive" you smiled at the boy

"Thank you" Camilo smiled smugly "it's more impressive than a super audition"

You blinked in confusion as Dolores gave a subtle zap to the base of his neck. This was turning out to be a pretty alienated experience if you were being honest. But you reminded yourself that any crazy thing was much better than being in your mother's house.

“So…do you listen more than the rest?” you asked carefully

"Everything that happens in the town... maybe a little more" she admitted sheepishly.

"Impressive"

Julieta watched silently as her mother introduced you to the rest of the family. If she was honest, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off you since the moment you got off your horse. She told herself that it was simply because she had never seen someone with your beauty and bearing, because you exuded elegance with each one of your movements, no matter how small they were. She was sure that once the initial shock wore off, she might stop staring at you. She didn't want to think about the way her breath caught every time you smiled.

Your precious eyes passed over each member of her family, analyzing everyone with an air of royalty but an impressive simplicity. You were nothing like she had imagined and she was sure the others were trying to process that too if the unusual silence was any clue.

You thanked the flowers that Isabela offered you. However, you did not take them, you commented something about Luisa's incredible strength, you smiled reassuringly at Bruno, you greeted Mirabel with the same respect as the rest of the family, even when she told you that she did not have a gift. You decided to ignore the way Alma skipped over the blonde girl who had her arm linked with this Agustín guy.

“And this is my eldest daughter, Julieta”

You turned around with the intention of finishing your round of polite greetings, but something happened when you looked into the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen in your life. The woman before you was a little shorter than you, if only by a few inches, her black hair already had white in it and the soft crinkles at the corners of her eyes were signal of the passage of time, but her round cheeks, her hooded eyes, and her small lips still retained an impressive youthful beauty. Maybe she wasn't a movie woman, but you didn't think you'd ever seen a more perfect creature.

Julieta was grateful for her dark skin as she felt a blush quickly rise to her face and settle on her cheeks. Despite having been watching you, she had not been prepared to have your beauty so close. Not for the way you were looking at her either if she was being honest. As if she was the one worthy of admiration and not you.

You didn't even pay attention to Alma's explanation about her daughter's gift, something about healing and food (and later you would start to think about the relationship between one and the other), while you stretched out your hand towards her. The moment the brunette took your hand to shake it, you two could feel an electric current going down your backs. Her hands were warm and small, you could feel the nascent traces of a lifetime of work in them.

"A pleasure" you said softly, letting go of her hand.

"I-the pleasure is mine" she replied nervously.

You smiled warmly at her before turning around. It seemed that time had stopped and was just beginning to resume its course because no one seemed to have noticed the magic that had sprung up between the two of you in that little moment.

“Luisa will help you carry your luggage to the nursery. You will share a room with Mirabel if it doesn't bother you” Alma told you

"Of course not" you said "and don't worry, I don't travel heavy, I can carry my things myself"

"Are you sure?"

You nodded firmly. Alma didn't seem to believe you, but she decided not to push, for which Luisa seemed grateful, which made you wonder how many times the girl had been asked to carry things for others.

Julieta tensed a bit as you walked past her into the dining room. She supposed it made sense. You needed a place to stay, they didn't really have a guest room since they never had visitors, and her mother really had no way of knowing that at night, after Agustin fell asleep, she would come out of her room to sleep with Mirabel in the nursery. She couldn't know that she was taking away her daughter’s only way of escape.

"You can sleep with me, tía" Dolores whispered, leaning in to make sure no one else was listening.

The brunette looked at her niece gratefully and wrapped an arm around her waist, making it look like they were just hugging. It pained the girl to think of the pain her second mother must be feeling to prefer to escape from her own room, the place that was supposed to be a refuge, every night.

You noticed a slight change in the atmosphere when everyone took their seats and the blonde girl sat next to the man with glasses. The three cold-colored girls glared at them as if they weren't supposed to sit together. You also noticed that no one seemed to know how to act with you, that everyone looked at you out of the corner of their eyes because you were a strange presence that came to change the dynamic they already had.

Dolores gave her aunt a sympathetic look before sitting down between her two brothers and for a moment the older woman contemplated going into the kitchen with some cleaning excuse or something, but she knew her mother would be suspicious and it was already too much to ask her daughters to keep the secret of what her husband was doing. It was not the night to discuss it, especially when there was a guest as imposing, mysterious and beautiful as you.

In the end, it was you who unknowingly offered her the solution by sitting on the other side of Agustin, forcing her to take the seat next to you, and serving as a barrier between her and her husband. For her part, she was precisely the only one who seemed to remember that you were not a mannequin, and, although, with a touch of discomfort, she began to make you talk. Nothing serious, mostly about your trip, but there was something in her voice, in her warmth, that made you think that maybe, just maybe, you made the right decision coming here.

[sunnynii]

Zhongli x gn!reader

Ft: soft zhongli, gender neutral reader, body appreciation, slight smut towards the end (don’t read if you just want the fluff), amab! Zhongli, oral (m. receiving), praise

Image credit: Noct.draws on Instagram or u/noctlyuis on Reddit :)

Thinkin about pretty boy Zhongli, a quiet people pleaser.

Pretty boy Zhongli who’s tall frame bends to listen to you better, who’s smile is soft and adoring as you remind him to take care of himself.

Pretty boy Zhongli who shyly takes the hair tie out of his long locks at your request, shifting his weight from hip to hip at the way you stare at him in his black kimono; white draconic-like designs swirling up from the bottom edges and sleeves. He tries to clear his throat to ask of your opinion, only to see your eyes scanning his figure appreciatively; it makes his chest grow warm and his confidence swells for but a moment. Enough to sit back on his bed and tug on your sleeve, beckoning you closer.

Pretty boy Zhongli, who thrives on praise from you, knowing he hasn’t heard that since his days as the geo god, and finds himself melting with each compliment you give while your finger tips lightly trace the open skin of his chest. His fingers wrap around your wrist and pulls your hand flush against his body, trapping his slender thighs around your hips as you stand in front of him, looking up with a small pout. He wanted to hear more from you, to feel more. So when you thread your fingers through his soft hair and angle his head up for a kiss, he sighs in content, leaning into it and the hand you’ve cupped around his cheek. Your lips part for air but you pant against his lips, resting your forehead on his,

“You’re beautiful, Xiansheng”

His reaction is lovely, his face growing warm as he closes his eyes to bask in the words. You take that time to caress your hand on his cheek, finding his lips once more and taking them with your own as you gently push him down onto the mattress, hovering over him. Your hands take their time in finding his body, pulling his kimono open further. You suckle slowly on his bottom lip, pulling on it with a playful nip before making your way down his jaw and to his neck. He sighs in content at the way you nuzzle into his side, your hands warm against the skin of his hips, doing nothing more than massaging them with your thumbs.

——(NSFW under this cut)

But, pretty boy Zhongli, he craves more of your touch. He hasn’t felt this alive in years, so when a small plead escapes him you lower yourself to his chest. One hand grabbing and toying with the supple flesh while the other kisses and sucks, until you lap at his pert nipple. That’s when he moans quietly, at the feel of your mouth closing around it and the sensation your intimate touching brings.

Pretty boy Zhongli who spreads his legs abashedly, but does so nonetheless, propping himself up on his elbows to watch you kiss along his thighs and leave marks of your own for him to trace later. He closes his eyes in bliss when you finally take him into your mouth, and this once you let him close them, instead focusing on dragging your tongue up and down his length. Commenting how good he feels against your mouth before taking it in once again as far as you can. He gasps and carefully places his hands on your head, thighs closing a little around you as you suck. He loved this, he loved the feeling of you giving him more and more pleasure, loved the way your hands always caressed some part of him as you sucked.

Pretty boy Zhongli who whines when he gets close, toying with his bottom lip like the precious one he is, leaving his release completely in your hands. You pull away to place a tender kiss on his lips before going down and deep throating him, your fingers toying with his balls and encouraging him to release in your mouth. With a cry of your name and an arch of his back, he does, thanking you repeatedly and shuddering out of pleasure all the while.

Pretty boy Zhongli who pants lightly and catches his breath from his climax, pulling you close so he could rest his head on your chest, and entangle his limbs with yours.

—— (back to fluff content)

He noses along the crook of your neck and sighs once again happily, comfortable in your arms that wrap around his slender body. He lets out a small ‘I love you, darling’ and places a gentle kiss on the underside of your jaw, glowing in the aftermath of what you’ve given him.

His body relaxes as he hears you say it back. He’d love you for eternity, of this he’s sure.

[mochikeiji]

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

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Take less, more kisses, cutie.