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wh1msic4lwasab1 · 4 months ago

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𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ ⊹₊⋆

synopsis: roleplay with nanami backfires on him

tags: switch!Nanami, switch!Reader, handcuffs, riding, against the wall, roleplay

wrd cnt: 1.1k

a/n: my friend sent me this fanart and i literally opened this app 2 seconds later to write…

You find yourself on the dining table, hearing the sound of boots echoing off the cold marble floor. You can't believe you're really going through with this, but the thought of roleplaying with Nanami was something you couldn’t get out of your head unless you finally did it.

As you turn your head, you see Nanami standing there, dressed in a tight-fitting police uniform, complete with a badge and a gun on his hip. He looks every inch the authoritative figure, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through you as he approaches.

'Well, well, well,' Nanami says, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 'If it isn't our little troublemaker. You're coming with me.'

You open your mouth to protest, but Nanami is having none of it. He grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards him, his eyes flashing with dominance.

'You're under arrest,' he growls, his breath hot against your cheek. 'And I'm going to make sure you pay for every little thing you've done.'

You shiver with anticipation as Nanami pulls out a pair of handcuffs and secures your wrists behind your back, though not to tight as to hurt you. He then pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours as he begins to search you.

'I'm going to find every little bit of evidence you've hidden,' he growls, his hands roaming over your body. 'And then I'm going to make you pay for it.'

You moan as Nanami's hands find their way under your shirt, his fingers teasing your nipples. You can feel your arousal growing as he continues to search you, his hands lingering on your most intimate areas, squeezing and kissing the curves and dips of your skin, wherever he can find them.

Finally, Nanami steps back, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“It looks like we have a bit of a problem here. Look at you, I can't very well take you in like this, now can I?'

He reaches down and begins to unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

'I think I'm going to have to search you a little more thoroughly,' he says, his voice low and dangerous.

You watch as Nanami pulls his cock out, already hard and eager for you. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours once again as he begins to grind against you.

'Let's see if we can't find a more...creative way to search you,' he growls, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss.

You moan as Nanami's cock slides inside you, filling you up and making you feel complete. He starts to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast as he takes you roughly against the wall.

'Is this what you wanted?' he growls, his lips finding your ear. 'Me to take control? To dominate you?'

You can only nod, unable to speak as Nanami's thrusts grow more urgent. He reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist as he drives deeper inside you against the wall.

'You like that?' he asks, his voice rough and raw. 'You like it when I take charge?'

You nod again, your orgasm building up inside you as Nanami's thrusts grow more frantic.

“Say it.” He demands, taking your face in his grasp as he watches your brows furrow in surprise. You can feel yourself on the edge, ready to explode as Nanami's cock hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Please- Officer….keep going- I love when you take charge.”

He chuckles, letting go of your face as his free hand now unlocks your cuffs, giving you a reward for your compliance.

What a bad cop.

'Come for me,' he growls, his teeth sinking into your neck as he bites down.

As he finds himself distracted in the hook of your neck, you swing your cuffs up and find his wrists, bounding them with a tight clasp.

Nanami's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the cold metal of the handcuffs around his wrists, locking him in place. He tries to pull away, but your legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. A smirk spreads across your face as you take in the sight of the powerful officer, now at your mercy.

'Well, well, well,' you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you taunt him. 'Looks like the one in charge isn't you anymore.'

Nanami's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes locked on yours as he processes the situation. You can see the desire and confusion warring within him, and it only makes you feel more empowered. You shift your hips, causing Nanami to gasp as you find that perfect spot once again.

'You like that, don't you?' you say, 'Being at my mercy like this.'

Nanami's reply is strangled, his lips parted as he tries to find the words. But before he can say anything, you lean in and capture his lips with yours, silencing him with a deep kiss. You can feel his body trembling beneath yours, his cock still buried deep inside you as you explore his mouth with your tongue.

You break the kiss, leaving Nanami panting and breathless. You slowly slide your legs down from his waist, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out of you. But you're not done with him yet. You grab his bound wrists and lead him over to the bed, walking him like a dog before you push him down onto his back, hitting the plush of your bed.

'Now, Officer Nanami,' you say, your voice low and seductive. 'It's my turn to take charge.'

You climb onto the bed, straddling Nanami's hips as you reach down to guide his cock back inside you. He watches you with a mixture of desire and trepidation, unsure of what you have in store for him. But as you begin to move your hips, riding him with a fierce intensity, he can't help but give in to the pleasure, moaning deeply when you pull the chain of his cuffs up to hold his bound wrists above his head.

You lean down, your hair falling around Nanami's face as you kiss him deeply once again. You can feel his body tensing beneath you, his cock twitching inside you as he gets closer and closer to the edge. You break the kiss, sitting up straight as you ride him harder and faster.

'Come for me, Officer,' you demand, your voice filled with power and authority. 'Come for me now.'

And with that, Nanami shatters beneath you, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that leaves him gasping for breath. You follow soon after, your own release crashing over you as you milk every last bit of pleasure from Nanami's body.

As you both come down from your high, Nanami catches his breath, head thrown back onto your bed.

'I think we can consider this little...incident taken care of,' he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

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inuhalfdemon · 8 months ago

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The Chain Game (3/3)

Fanart source: LycanTrophy888

Part 3

RadioApple SMUT

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Brainrot into one-shot fanfiction

Rating = 18+

Word Count = 1,604 Words

Thank you all for the lovely response to this. This will be the last part to this supposed to be "one-shot" series... Please check out the sources to my brainrot credit below and stay tuned for more content. I've still got "Dirty Dealings" to wrap up but I've got more RadioApple SMUT (and....FLUFF *gasp*) ideas forming. Thanks for reading!!!

When Alastor awoke, it was to the sound of chains: rattling and clinking.

Fully coming to, he first noticed that he was actually and truly suspended from off of the floor. His arms and legs were bound expertly behind him in a hog-tied fashion; chains intricately and artfully woven so that they held him securely in this position while distributing his weight with masterful efficiency. He had been raised a good five feet off the ground: his movements upon waking causing him to - slightly but freely - swing and sway.

The next thing he noticed was that something was placed against his face; he could see the soft outline of a black leather strap wrapping just above the bridge of his nose, a cage of wire effectively encasing his mouth. He could feel soft but firm leather straps originating from the muzzle; wrapping around his head, past his antlers and his ears, fastened securely in place. Muzzled; much like someone's disobedient dog...

"You are awake, I see." Lucifer, parting the shadows, appeared before Alastor - fully naked. Alastor briefly noted then that he, himself was bare-chested but otherwise still dressed in his dress pants.

"You blacked-out there...I told you this stuff could be potent." Lucifer told him, referring to the dried Ichor that was coating his bare skin; cascading down his chest and splashed against his neck, arms and face. The wound on his shoulder had very nearly finished knitting itself closed.

"I told you what would happen if you couldn't control that rather nasty bite of yours." Lucifer was saying, approaching Alastor and hooking one clawed finger through a wire of the basket muzzle. "And, well....promises."

Alastor growled; ears laid flat against the straps that wrapped around each base.

"A shame you had to go and pass out on me like that, really." Lucifer used the finger that held the muzzle to force Alastor's head into a sharp tilt, so that he could look him straight into one eye. "I thought things were just getting good..."

He released the wire muzzle: Alastor's growl building into a snarl.

"Tell me, Alastor, do you wish to continue our little...game?"

"Yes...sire." Alastor replied; his radio filtered voice crackling throughout and into the surrounding shadows.

"A rather honest answer." Lucifer noted. "You are learning...."

The chains holding Alastor began to move. The long chain that held his legs bound and bent into his back loosened and let go just as the chains supporting his upper body shifted and pulled him into a standing position; his upper body still tightly restrained.

"And, are you ready to begin, again?" Lucifer asked him.

"Yes...your grace."

"Heh...I should have muzzled you a long time ago." Lucifer told him as chains slid to the floor, releasing Alastor's bound hands and arms from behind his back.

"And, do you plan to behave...?" Lucifer asked him, smiling wickedly up at the radio demon.

"Of course...your-" Alastor did not get the chance to finish before the chain encircling the ring to his large brimstone shackle around his neck jerked forward; pulling him down. He was brought down to his knees, shackles encasing his wrists and securing themselves tightly to the floor. The chain that kept him leashed had tightened and shortened itself so much that he could not raise himself from the kneeling position he had been forced into.

"Fuck!" Alastor snarled, realizing the very vulnerable position he had been placed in.

"Now, there is the matter of your attire. You are much too covered for what I have in mind..." Lucifer told him, approaching him from behind.

"I could just shred these fine dress pants to pieces but then... I'd like to think I'm not that much of a monster." He said, leaning down.

Alastor sent a viscous kick out at Lucifer. The angel caught the outstretched leg with ease: holding Alastor in this new position.

"Ah..." Alastor tried to jerk his leg back but Lucifer's hold was firm. Alastor's ears swept back: apprehension building now that he had been reduced to kneeling on just one knee...

Keeping Alastor's leg raised; Lucifer stepped between both limbs, pressing himself into Alastor's backside. Alastor could feel the King's erection, pressing into him through the fabric of his only remaining clothing.

Lucifer leaned himself further into him; the pressure of his member pressing just there....

Alastor shuddered; pleasurable sensations rolling like waves down his back at the contact.

Firmly keeping his erect cock pressed against Alastor's covered entrance, Lucifer leaned over still further. Alastor felt the scarred skin of his lower back make contact with the bare skin of Lucifer's chest as the angel laid across Alastor, forcing him to bare more weight onto arms and hands. Using his free hand, Lucifer dragged a clawed finger delicately across Alastor's lower stomach, sending a burning, tension directly to the demon's groin. Sliding his hand into the waistband, Lucifer pulled Alastor's fully erect penis out, shifting the clothing down further.

Leaving the quivering cock - for the moment - Lucifer continued to drag his clawed hand across the waistband of Alastor's dress pants, returning to his back and pulling them down to Alastor's knees. Lucifer paused, considering the now fully exposed long and fluffy deer tail that wiggled and wagged with jerking, nervous movements.

"You know...my own tail," Lucifer continued to pull the dress pants off of Alastor's limbs, adjusting and re-adjusting the angle of Alastor's legs to get the job done. "Well, I've found it's really rather quite sensitive..." Shifting form slightly, his black, forked devil's tail slid and wound itself across Alastor's bare leg, climbing up the thigh, over his pelvis and coiling itself tightly around the base of Alastor’s still-wagging deer tail.

"Tsk..." Alastor flinched, pulses of sensation tickling the base of his spine. Alastor's antlers, already slowly branching out and climbing higher before suddenly spread wider; rising sharply. His eyes burning green.

Keeping Alastor's one leg raised off the ground, Lucifer leaned himself back into him. With no fabric to dull the contact now; Alastor felt the tip of Lucifer's engorged member pressing against him, threatening penetration.

"Why, Alastor...I do believe I've misread you." Lucifer told him, reaching around and taking him fully in-hand now.

"Hell's great radio demon wants to be mounted...I think you might actually be dripping at the thought..." Lucifer noted, pre-cum oozing between his fingers and falling to the floor.

"Hhhnnngggh" Alastor groaned, trying to steady himself. "You talk too much." He managed.

"Careful, pet." Lucifer purred. "Or do you want me broadcasting your screams of pleasure all throughout Hell when we're done here. Imagine it… The fear in those sinners who hear them...not knowing just who could make you come undone so completely..."

Alastor answered with a moan, unable to articulate anymore.

Setting Alastor's leg down now, Lucifer leant over as he firmly gripped Alastor's oozing penis; milking what he could into his hand without setting him over the edge.

Letting go of the throbbing muscle, he pulled his pre-cum filled hand back, spitting into his palm. Leaning back slightly, he smeared the mixture along his own more-than-ready length; his own pre-cum adding to the lubricant.

Lucifer moved his hands to each side of Alastor's hips. In response: Alastor sunk himself further to the ground, hair raised like hackles; spreading his knees wider; his deer tail standing, frizzed and jerking with Lucifer's tail still wrapped and squeezing it at the base. The chain leashing Alastor to the floor and the chains restraining his wrists tightened; keeping him securely there for good measure.

Slowly, purposefully, Lucifer penetrated. Alastor groaned into the floor; claws gouging into the surface as he jerked against his restraints. Lucifer gasped at the tightness; pausing so that both of them might adjust before either of them came apart at the seams. Alastor was panting; his claws making an awful screeching; the end of his wire muzzle scraping across the slick floor. Lucifer held them there; his own claws digging sharply into Alastor’s hips, drawing blood. Alastor’s tension began to ease; his body responding and accepting this new development. Feeling the stretch and softening of muscle; Lucifer began moving – sliding his cock – in and then nearly out; in a slow and tortuous pace.

Pressed to the floor; Alastor shook with a whining, whimpering moaning.

Lucifer bit his own lip; golden blood seeping to his chin.

“You’re going-“ He huffed. “to have to stop that if-ah….-if…ahhhh, fuck…”

Lucifer’s hips jerked and Alastor pressed himself back into him; desperate for more. His deer tail was absolutely wagging at the stimulation he was feeling; his cock so fully hard and enlarged now that it was curved and pressing into his own belly. He could feel his own juices; touching him and spreading against himself.

Alastor jerked awake; afraid by what he might find.

Alastor’s tightness was sending Lucifer quickly over the edge. Feeling himself stiffen; about to unleash his load; Lucifer gave two hard and final deep thrusts into Alastor. Timing it perfectly, he pulled out; spraying cum all across the radio demon’s back. His final thrust had sent Alastor over as well; the radio demon coming undone beneath his King…

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The room was pitch black; then a bedside light came on.

Alastor shifted awkwardly in the bed.

“What? No problem this time?” Lucifer asked him.

“No, I don’t think- Hm. Well…maybe a different kind of a problem.”

“Oh, for the love of-“ Lucifer slid out of bed, pulling a pillow and a throw blanket with him.

“Where are you going?” Alastor asked him.

“The couch.” Lucifer growled. “You can come get me when you are done changing my sheets.”

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sourtomatola · 1 year ago

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Read ur fae au and ended up doodling them earlier, I thought id share here if you'd like-

Ignore that iv eclipsed him ☠️ maybe he was cursed or something.

Oh I love this so much!! What a beautiful style you have!! He looks so harmless and graceful!!

#the little white mark under moons eye looks like a little yang symbol to the yin over suns eyes #i love that!!#TOYS fanart #thing on your swing #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #fanart #fnaf eclipse #i love that you eclipsed them #its amazing!!

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sourtomatola · 1 year ago

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Sorry it took so long to respond, I just caught my breath from screaming

Almost broke down in the grocery store, I love this so much!!

"Don't you know who I am?" That is smug and so perfect!! This is amazing, thank you thank you!!

Hey guys did you know I like faes, hey hey, hey guys did you know I like-

For @sourtomatola, Based on their story Thing on Your Swing

Song Inspiration! Quick note, Eclipse has four arms but it became a bit too busy so I cut off one had to remove one :( Also Imma bath him in pure silver

#thing on your swing #fnaf eclipse #not my art #TOYS FANART #guys please look at this and scream with me please!#this looks so amazing i cant breath!#it might be my new desktop background!

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jasminerva · 2 months ago

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What kind of father would Nagumo be?

Saw this magnificent fanart of Papa!Gumo by GOOSANG04 and got inspo!

This is Part 1 of the Papa!Gumo series!

gn!reader co-parent

Check out Part 2 here: You v. Nagumo and Toddler

Want more? Check out my SakaDays Masterlist!

Comments, reblogs, tags appeachiated~! 🍑

Banner img from Gakuen Babysitters by Tokeino Hari.

If you manage to get this man to settle down AND have a kid with you, he (and your kid) is going to make your life a living hell and heaven.

Nagumo would be an unpredictable but fun dad, always coming up with spontaneous activities to keep his kid happy and entertained.

He'd pull small pranks on and with his child, like hiding their favourite toy or sneaking up on them, just to see them laugh when they catch him.

You know peekaboo? Think to the EXTREME! Gumo covering his kid's eyes and VOILA he's a whole 'nother person! (Warning: this may or may not traumatize your child, like, have you seen the videos where babies cry after their dads just shave their beards???) Soon, I'm sure the kid will get used to it and can tell when their dad is disguised better than you can.

Despite his carefree attitude, he'd be fiercely protective, always keeping an eye on his kiddo from the shadows to make sure they're safe.

He'd make teaching self-defence a game, showing his child how to be quick and nimble without making it feel like a strict lesson.

Nagumo would struggle with deep emotional conversations, but he'd always be a good listener when his child wanted to talk, especially if they were feeling down. He'd be on their level (much to your chagrin.)

On that note, you most likely will have to be the 'mean' to his 'fun' parent. Don't even get me started on the 'birds and the bees' talk. He might even volunteer to do it, but I wouldn't count on him to do it properly.

Physical affection would be a big thing for him—playfully ruffling his child's hair, giving them gentle pats on the back, blowing raspberries on their cheeks and bellies, or even picking them up for a hug and swinging them around. Just keep an eye out in case he starts throwing the kid in the air (you can trust him to always catch them, but you don't want either of them getting too carried away).

He'd probably joke around with other parents and show up at school events unpredictably, causing a stir with his antics, but always making his child feel proud and loved.

Nagumo would encourage his child to be independent, letting them figure things out on their own while secretly making sure they're safe every step of the way.

When it comes to advice, he'd drop bits of wisdom disguised as offhand remarks, teaching his child important life lessons in the most unconventional ways.

He wouldn't follow a strict parenting style, instead preferring to give his kiddo the freedom to explore the world, knowing he'd always be there if they needed him.

If his kid ever felt embarrassed or shy about something, Gumo would immediately do the same thing, just to make them laugh and feel better about it.

He would tell white lies / unrealistic jokes to his kid because he believes children and their innocence should be protected (and maybe teased for their naïveté). "Santa is fosho real!" "I went to Area 51 a while back!" "If you eat your carrots, you can see in the dark like me!"

Nagumo would spoil tf out of his kid--whether it's toys or sweets. He'd be responsible for all their potential cavities, but he'd also ensure the kiddo brushes their teeth every time (maybe even using one of those fun songs to count the time, etc). The kid would never think of it as a chore with him around.

When the kid is young-young, like still a toddler/preschool-aged and did things to get them in trouble, Gumo would get scolded along with them (but mostly him, because he should know better and it's probably his own dang influence). When the kid is school-aged, they will get scolded equally (except you can withhold a lot more from Nagumo lmao). I'm going to post a mini scenario of this one within the next few days! Stay tuned!!! (Part 2: You v. Nagumo and Toddler up!)

Thank you for brainstorming with me, Memi (@dearsecretlover)! The spoiled rotten with toys and scolding were just 🤌 the best additions!

#if the offspring is yours biologically ngm would add “that's where we made you!” to the Area 51 lie #i may be childfree but i'd get 2D pregnant for this man #nagumo x reader #nagumo yoichi x reader #sakamoto days #sakamoto days x reader #sakamoto days nagumo x reader #sakamoto days imagines #sakamoto days headcanons #nagumo imagines #nagumo yoichi #nagumo headcanons #fanfix #nagumotivated #papa!gumo #all in my headcanon #imaginashun #dearsecretlover #primetime memi

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sixosix · 1 year ago

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ARE YOU READY FOR IT? | LYNEY

warnings 1.8k words, implied child neglect, the dark themes of the house of the hearth, once again i will say that this is not canon compliant

notes thank u naosaki (art) for proofreading the first ever chapter of the series!!! and being my hypeman overall LMFAO, see the end of the work for more notes + FANART

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A deep breath. In, out. Once more. Rehearsed lines, practiced smiles, and a heart as steady as a frightened squirrel.

“Good?”

You meet his eyes. “Good.”

The corset isn’t as suffocating as you expected it would be. Aether ensures that you’re as comfortable as possible dressed in this snug bodice with a puffed-up, full skirt that drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those of those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine—because you’d eventually have to fight with this thing on.

The polearm feels heavy nestled in your palms. Strange, as you had never gone through a night without spinning it around your body and thrusting it into the air in the solitude of the night where no one would suspect a thing. You flick your wrist, not bothered to watch it disperse into the air. You’ve come to a point where green stems are more at home in your hands than weapons. You’re not sure why you don’t feel content with that revelation.

“Are you ready?”

Your gaze snaps to Aether, who’s looking at you warily as if standing across a ticking bomb. “Yes.” You offer a smile, hoping it comes across as comforting.

Aether tries for a smile back, though it looks more like a grimace. You can see it in his eyes: he doesn’t trust you. But his desire to learn more overpowers his wariness, and now, you’ve struck a deal. So long as you’re wearing this disguise, you are allies.

“Paimon is starting to miss your muddy apron,” Paimon says, wilting as you twirl around. “You look a lot less like Y/N.”

“This is who I really am, Paimon.” You glance to the ruffles and the thick coat, engulfing you in everything Fontaine.

Paimon tilts her head. “Who?”

You cast her a dry smile. “Runaway coward, fraud, and Fatuu.”

YEARS BEFORE.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an orphan under the care of ‘Father’.

If you were to shut your eyes and reminisce about life before the orphanage, you’d catch a fleeting glimpse of your mother’s face as you were surrendered over to grand doors, ones that felt like they were fifteen feet tall and thick enough to keep you from your family. You don’t know if your mother was kind or if she intended to leave you here long enough for everyone to call you an orphan. You eventually stopped dreaming about her.

You find that it doesn’t matter because you’re already here. You wouldn’t know where she would be. Waking up spelled out another day of pushing through.

“Hush, child,” a voice whispered as you hiccuped, overwhelmed with unfamiliar faces and tall, tall walls. Your chin was gripped by hands with sharp nails, but they didn’t hurt you. “Save your tears. You are safer here.”

You blinked rapidly, tremors jostling your shoulders with each ugly sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your breathing slowed as the shed tears cleared your vision, finally seeing the woman in front of you. She looked as if she had just done something horrible; she looked as if she wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat if you screamed and thrashed around her hold.

You looked at her and saw someone you knew would protect you.

It became a little less dull when ‘Father’ let you borrow one of the weapons from the stash. The one you chose reeked of dried blood and looked dangerously unused, its surface marred by rust. It was long, and you concluded from the tip that it was no sword; it was all too different from the weapons you’ve seen around. On your first swing, you stumbled and nearly let it slip through your fingers.

“A polearm,” ‘Father’ noted, staring down at you in a way that felt as if she was scrutinizing every action and every thought running through your head. “Would you like to try it out?”

It was difficult. Each swing felt as if you were inches away from hitting your own head—or, even worse, felt as if you would make the wrong move and hit ‘Father’, who’s watching you in silence. She doesn’t stand from where she’s seated, though she does speak here and there. Stand straighter; don’t hold it too tightly; watch your balance.

You loved it. You held onto the rusty polearm more than you breathe. You train, and train, and train until it twirls around your fingers seamlessly, like water rushing through smooth rocks, until it’s as easy as a second limb.

That is how you made a name for yourself in the House of the Hearth.

During the times ‘Father’ returned briefly from business trips, you’d make her watch you train. You made her see how far you’d come, and she knew it, too. She’d even invite the other orphans to spar with you, but you were never defeated.

The orphans would hear your name, and they’d either scrunch their noses in distaste or brighten up in awe—it’s all the same, in your opinion. They hear your name and think of how fondly Arlecchino favors you.

The next one, they whisper. The next king.

The House of the Hearth became something greater than a home. It became a training ground for future soldiers, disguised as an orphanage, yet it treated you far better than your own household. Here, you've matured in wisdom with each thrust of your weapon and with every hidden truth that Teyvat conceals; it's where you learned to sharpen and embrace them all. Here, no one can hurt you. No one tries to break down your walls or question why you have them up in the first place.

‘Father’ took you in and gave you another chance. ‘Father’ saw your battered arms and torn faith and introduced you to a house where you wouldn’t ever have to feel this broken again. And you, too young and too aware of the creeping loneliness clawing at you, took her hand and never looked back.

The House of the Hearth is where you learned what it was like to feel respect. Fear goes hand-in-hand with it, but you can’t help it if it can’t bring you down because you’ve climbed far too out of reach.

“That was a really good match,” Freminet mumbles as you walk over, sweaty all over and panting from exhaustion—but there’s a wide smile on your face, only ever appearing after battling someone.

You beam at his praise. “Yeah? I was testing a new move last night. It didn’t work, though.”

“I didn’t even notice you slipping,” Freminet says, puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from you.

This side of you is only reserved for Freminet. To everyone else—and especially ‘Father’—you’re cold and cruel, and you don’t like wasting time with other people. But you’ve grown fond of Freminet, just as his quiet murmurs and hours-long of whispers are meant just for you. It’s a strange friendship. Everyone else thinks you could never get along.

What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, not when you’re something here.

“‘Father’ is calling for you,” Freminet says, gesturing vaguely to the side.

You pat Freminet’s head and flick the polearm back to life, materializing in your hands. “I’ll see you at dinner, ‘kay? Don’t sneak off this time.” Freminet pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully, then smiles when you nudge his shoulder before darting off.

“Every kingdom would have the next king,” is what ‘Father’ says when you’re a few steps across her. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face—or at least is what you like to think. Your heart races. “I see it in you, child.”

Warmth fills your chest. You bow your head to hide the unprofessional and childish smile.

“Ah,” she continues, looking off to the side. “Before I forget…fetch your siblings. I have news to share.”

You frown, failing to hide your disappointment. You were hoping for a bit more. “Of course, ‘Father’.”

The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this victorious feeling away.

But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.

Lyney, with his slicked back, matted hair, violet eyes wide yet somehow dim, and figure thinner than a stick—the picture of every orphan stumbling into their new home for the very first time. Lyney, who stands beside ‘Father’ as they’re introduced, his gaze wandering the room, the unfamiliar faces, then your unimpressed eyes. Lynette is behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.

‘Father’ gives them the usual: a promise of no betrayal, a promise of a bond as strong as the blood shared between the twins. They listen. You scowl.

It is also here, in the House of the Hearth, where your world is flipped upside down, all because of violet eyes that seem to have never left yours.

There’s something about Lyney that unnerves you.

You assure Freminet that it’s not just because you’re miffed that The Knave is paying too close attention to the twins. You would get over the jealousy—you knew it was for the twins to feel at ease as they settled in; she’d done the same to you (the only difference is she never stopped). But Freminet has also taken a deep liking to them, saying you’re wary for no reason.

He isn’t wrong. You’re wary for a reason you’re not sure why just yet.

It was just that Lyney’s face pissed you off.

He keeps staring from over ‘Father’’s legs, sharp eyes following your movements. His face is blank, keeping you from reading his thoughts, yet his eyes are wide. You can’t tell if it’s akin to a trembling puppy or a cat prepared to pounce. You hate the feeling of his eyes boring into your skin.

You tell ‘Father’ all of this as the other orphans scurry off to bed, and you’re in charge of cleaning the dining table. With each plate stacked, venom spits from your mouth, brows knitted, and teeth bared in a snarl. You haven’t questioned any of ‘Father’’s decisions—you’re wary of this particular one, though.

‘Father’ has that quirk on her lips, amusement evident on her suspiciously bright expression. “You haven’t met Lyney yet, have you? What’s brought this reaction out of you?”

You nearly fumble with the glasses, avoiding her eyes. “I-It’s not as if I hate him. I just—I don’t know. There’s something strange about him.”

And speaking of strange, ‘Father’ has that look in her eye that you’re starting to feel agitated by. You think that the knowing smile is a nice look on her, however, you’re not sure if what’s running through her head at the moment can be considered nice.

“I see,” she says, a lilt in her tone.

“See what, ‘Father’?” You bristle when she smiles wider. “See what?”

references: kingdom and the next king — lyney voiceline: about “father”: king

BEFORE U STOP READING, Pls check out this AWESOME FANART (FANART!!!) of the first scene by akagi0021

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ladyknightellen · 2 months ago

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It's a Mobility Aid...Not a Fucking Prop!!!

I guess it's just my brand at this point to go mia for a few weeks, then come back with a rant about some new, mildly infuriating realization I've had.

This particular realization is one that's kind of been buzzing in the back of my head as something that was kind of off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was until now. The 'aha' moment came when I was looking for pictures of Kaz Brekker to add to my collection of stickers on my binder for school. As I scrolled through, I began to notice a frustrating trend in the fan art...

Kaz Brekker, a canonically disabled character, who uses a cane to walk is consistently being drawn holding his cane as if it's just a prop, or a weapon, rather than what it actually is A GODDAMN MOBILITY AID!!!!

And before you start with 'but he hits people with it' I'm going to stop you right there. Yes, he does use it as a weapon sometimes, and it's even described in canon as being designed with the intention of using it as a club if needed, but it's still a cane. It is still a mobility aid that he needs TO WALK, and when you treat it like nothing more than a prop or a weapon, you erase a very important aspect of who Kaz is as a character, and honestly, as a cane user with chronic pain myself, it feels almost violent to see how often it happens.

Whenever I see art of Kaz standing with his cane in his hands like a billy club, or holding it across one or both shoulders, all I can think about is how much pain he would be in to hold a position like that without using the cane for support. At numerous points in the books during Kaz's pov chapters, we get several very detail descriptions of what it feels like for him on a daily basis as a result of his chronic pain. We also get several instances of how it feels when he has his cane taken from him, when he uses it to fight, or when he's disguised and doesn't want to give himself away. We see the toll it takes on his body to do this, and he always pays for it later.

Kaz does not swagger around Ketterdam with his cane over his shoulder, occasionally taking a swing at rival gang members. If this is the image you have in your head of him, please, I beg you to get rid of that image. Kaz is DISABLED. He has severe chronic pain and walks with a heavy limp and that cane is making contact with the ground on every step. Based on the kind of injury he had, I would imagine that his injured leg might even be a bit shorter than the other, which would possibly be evident in a visible lack of symmetry in the height of his shoulders. And that's just one possible way it could affect his body beyond just his leg that would be outwardly visible.

There are many more, but the point is that injuries like the one Kaz experienced can affect the entire body even with the best care and therapy, and Kaz didn't have any of that. I'm not asking you to be a medical expert just to draw fanart, but I am begging you think about things like this and at the very least, PLEASE draw the mobility aid being used as a mobility aid, not a prop. Stop erasing and sanitizing what little representation we have. If you think it makes him 'look more badass' or whatever to have his cane over his shoulder, I kind of don't really care.

P.S. And don't use the tv show as a reference because Freddy Carter is yet another example of a non disabled actor playing a disabled character.

#ellen's ableism rants #ellen writes #kaz brekker #disabled characters #disability representation #disability #six of crows #chronic pain #cane user #mobility aid #mobility aid user #characters with mobility aids #fanart #kaz brekker fanart

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fandomfucker · 8 months ago

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Do you think you could do one for Rhea were it’s all about how she posts about her girlfriend on social media? Like she posts about her girl and the fans just go wild for it? Can make it fluff, smut, whatever takes your fancy. Could be headcannons if you want? ❤️‍🔥🌸

YES!! I love this one cause I literally think about these things all the time. Doing headcannons so I can fit more in🫡

Lemme know if yall want a part 2!

I've said it before, I'll say it again; Rhea loves doing TikTok trends with you

Whether you're running into her and she swings you around or your eyes are inches away from her tits, she loves them and she loves the reactions ya'll get from the fans

She constantly reposts fanart of not just the two of you, but fanart of just you

There's even some of you and her dogs which she commissioned the og artists to paint on a canvas so she could put them up around the house

And edits of course

She lives for the edits people make of you

You're not super active on twitter however Rhea will always find some way to flirt with you on every single post you make, no matter what its about. A winking emoji, some heart eyes, or the filthiest implications

and the mosherz always go batshit when she does it

she also reposts ever single one of your posts to hype you up no matter what it is

She also loves to just take pictures/videos of you when you're completely unaware and just totally natural because those are the things she loves most about you

Every milestone post has a caption so long most people dont even bother to finish reading it

of course its all about how much she loves you and how proud she is of you but omg its so long

she will bully the fuck out of anyone leaving even the slightest mean comment

like to the point they delete their account

she just loves to show you off every chance she gets

because you're hers and she's yours and everyone needs to know that

every thirst pic/video she posts goes to you first so you're always the first to see them

You also get bonus content thats not posted😉

sometimes you'll be in one of her tiktoks or thirst posts from Raw (or a ppv) and the caption is always something super raunchy that makes the fans freak out for the next few weeks

or until the next post

You've been obsessed with the Harley Quinn show on Max recently so for Halloween you made Rhea dress up as the Poison Ivy to your Harley Quinn

You won best costume and there was tons of fanart made of the two of you as them

You like to do face masks and you wanted Rhea to join you but she'd only do it if you would agree to do a little photoshoot with her with them on for her insta

She also took a little polaroid of you to keep in her wallet

On that note, when you revealed that Rhea keeps one of those mini photo albums for polaroids in her carry-on (no matter where she goes) FILLED with polaroids of you, you and the dogs, or the occasional ones of the two of you, or all four of you, Twitter blew up

it was all anyone could talk about for weeks

"The cutest thing ever!!😍 Rhea loves her SO MUCH😭"

SHE. LOVES. TO. SHOW. YOU. OFF.

She has "Belongs to Y/F/N" in her bio on all socials

Constantly taking pictures of you because "you're just so beautiful, babe"

The fans are in love with how in love you are

Like its a fairytale and they're living for it

She constantly talks about you in interviews and always reposts those clips specifically so that just in case people didn't watch/listen to that particular instance of her gushing about you, now they have

The fans cosplay as the two of you just like they do with Rhea and Dom

you are THE it couple

Everyone wishes they were you

When you got engaged, you changed your name in your insta bio to Mrs. Ripley and the fans actually went insane

like to the point that the official WWE accounts got involved

#rhea ripley #wwe raw #wwe #rhea ripley x reader #the judgement day #the judgment day #tjd x reader #the judgement day x reader #the judgment day wwe #mami rhea #rhea ripley headcanons

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do you have a list for your swap au and who everyone’s swapped with (and possibly designs)? I’d like to see them so I could quite possibly fanart them🫶

OH OFC ILL PROVIDE EVERYTHING I HAVE!

Shadow and Sonic are swapped with each other! These are their designs.

Shadow is the protagonist, and he's usually reserved and introverted. He wants to help who he can, which is why he fights against Maria.

Sonic's got DNA from Chaos, so he's got a ton of funky attributes to play around with (he is almost only made of water, he has water manipulation abilities, stuff like his tongue & blood is water (glowy tho!), and he can't get injured in a regular way. You can scroll through my Sonic swap AU tag to see thesecon action!) He's a chaotic neutral who's always looking for an adrenaline rush, he tends to lean towards people who could give him that, or people who he has compassion for (like Maria). He still cannot swim LMAO

Rouge and Tails are swapped! I don't have a design for Tails yet though.

Rouge is Shadow's older sister figure and she's the extroverted one of the two (so their dynamic is more like Rouge is Sonic and Shadow is Tails). I haven't gotten everything down for her just yet, but I want to keep her Jewel enjoyment and sass.

Tails works for GUN before briefly working for Maria. He keeps Sonic in check for a while. He's serious and pretty much the opposite of Sonic. Think kinda like Nine!

Silver and Amy are swapped!

Silver is the annoying but sweet younger friend, kinda clingy but everyone would keep him safe. His weapon is a slingshot and he has incredible aim, if you gave this kid an actually dangerous weapon, that'd be scary. Also he's got a great intuition and ppl swear he's clairvoyant (he's not LOL)

Amy comes from the future and has psychokinesis AND a hammer! She has to use her psychokinesis to actually swing her hammer since it's HEAVY. She tries to find joy in her situation, but she's a bit jaded from her time in the future. (She's more confident and upbeat than canon silver tho)

Maria is swapped with Eggman! But He doesn't have a design yet.

Maria was still raised on the ARK, but she was raised there alongside Ivo. She was fascinated with Project Sonic, and she had therapy in the ARK that helped her with her illness, but after her grandfather was killed and the ARK was shut down, she had to live with her illness afflicting her worse than before.

Ivo (Eggman) is actually more swapped with the GUN commander tbh, was raised alongside Maria, and after the raid on the ARK, he ended up blaming the inhabitants of the ARK (making Sonic and forcing him to be there during the raid) and ended up joining GUN as the lead engineer. Him and Maria get a "cousin rivalry" because of it.

Blazd and Knuckles are swapped with each other! (Not 100% on Blaze's design yet tho)

Blaze is the guardian of the Master Emerald, and she uses her claws to fight. She's very skilled and nimble, so she's a difficult opponent. She's a stoic girl with a heart of gold.

Knuckles is the protector of the Sol Emeralds, and he has fire powers (something something he ate the Sol Dimension Iblis something something ♪ the flames of disaster ♪) he's a proud warrior, the struggles to ask for help, since he's used to being strong enough to do everything alone.

Another swap I haven't drawn yet is Cream and Big.

I also don't have ideas for most other things so feel free to suggest anything 💕

#swap au #sonoc swap au #ask #phoe ix

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freesia-writes · 9 months ago

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hello friend, for the valentines rec - would you be interested in doing a fake dating/relationship situation b/w Crosshair and f!reader? go wild with why they have to fake date 😂

thankssss ❤️HB

THE CROSSHAIR EFFECT got me on this one! 😂 Sometimes when I write him, I just get absolutely sucked in. So this one had me in a mood and I quite enjoyed it. It's a little stereotypical or trope-y or something, but it's delightfully indulgent in my doofus opinion. So I hope you enjoy! 😊 Dividers by @stars-n-spice on this post here.

Crosshair x F!Reader Word Count: 2000ish, hehe Content Warnings: just kissin and in-universe cussin

OH, and since this takes place at a fancy gala, I have to link this gorgeous fanart by @perfectlywingedcrusade because it's just fitting and should be appreciated by everyone. They're lovely images of Crosshair and her OC, so check em out!

A kiss on the hand and a cup of the face

Holding each other close in fancy attire

Out for a stroll while lookin good

The grand gala was in full swing, the opulent castle venue aglow with soft, golden light and the murmur of animated conversations. You and Crosshair, disguised as a wealthy couple, moved gracefully through the crowd, your steps synchronized as you navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The stoic sniper's presence beside you was palpable, his every movement calculated and precise. His sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every detail with a keen eye for potential threats. Despite the formal attire he wore, there was an unmistakable air of danger about him, a reminder of the skilled soldier lurking beneath the facade of a sophisticated gentleman. And it kinda gave you the tingles.

As you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, your mind raced with the mission at hand. The two of you had been tasked with infiltrating the gala to gather intel on a new weapon being developed by the Separatists. It was a high-stakes operation, and the success of the mission relied on your ability to blend in seamlessly with the crowd while discreetly gathering information.

You stole a glance at him, marveling at the effortless way he maintained his cover. His demeanor was cool and collected, his expression unreadable as he engaged in polite conversation with the other guests. You marveled at his ability to remain composed under pressure, and if you were being honest, you’d admired him for a long time, and had given in to an increasing amount of time spent thinking about being with him in various scenarios. So when this mission had come up in such a way that required you to pretend you were in a relationship, you’d had to fight hard to keep your face neutral and even harder to ignore the pronounced eyeroll and scoff of disgust he’d made.

You were still trying to push the thought from your mind as you leaned against the bar, having split up to different parts of the room. You could swear there had been some significant moments between the two of you, conversations that showed some vulnerability, slight softening in his piercing glares… But sometimes you wondered if the entire dynamic was just wishful thinking on your part.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” a fellow attendee said, sidling up beside you at the bar. You gave a small smile and a nod, just enough to acknowledge him without being memorable in any way, hoping he would take the hint.

He didn’t.

“Where are you from?” he pressed, stepping slightly closer and holding up two fingers to the bartender, who had waved to him for his order. “I feel like I’d remember a beautiful thing like you.” You had your selection of default answers, offering some uninteresting and vague information, but he was a bona fide hemorrhoid, weaseling ever closer both verbally and physically.

“I feel like you’re not being entirely honest with me,” he purred, tilting his head and reaching to trace fingers along your arm.

“I’m not sure I want to tell all my secrets to someone I just met,” you replied, matching his suggestive energy to avoid triggering any toxic masculinity. You gave him a small smile, but it was met with a furrowed brow that made you start to feel a little anxious at how to get out of this particular situation.

Right on cue, however, Crosshair stepped in, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced up at him, face relaxing into content familiarity.

"Darling, there you are," he said smoothly, flashing the intruder a charming smile. The honey-sweet words in his sibilant, smoky tone were absolutely intoxicating, and you silently cursed the flush that bloomed across your cheeks without your permission. "I've been looking all over for you."

The guest faltered, taken aback by Crosshair's sudden appearance, and when the sniper turned to face him fully, positively exuding confidence, he excused himself with a polite nod.

"Thanks," you murmured, grateful for the diversion.

"Don't mention it," he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "We have to be convincing, don’t we…”

“Sorry you got stuck doing this with me.” You felt a wave of frustration wash over you, beginning to feel tired of the way he seemed to jerk you back and forth between softness and harshness, fondness and disdain. You wished he would just come clean one way or the other.

“A mission’s a mission.”

“Mhm,” you agreed, feeling your mood souring by the second.

“Problem?” he asked quietly, forcing the fakest smile you’d ever seen as a couple passed by and fluttered their fans in your direction. It made you want to punch him.

“Nope. Just… On a mission.” You pulled your fur more tightly around you, scanning the room for the targets who were supposed to have the inside info. You’d had yet to locate them, despite schmoozing for the last hour or two. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the flow of your hair into a regal bun at the nape of your neck, nor the way they continued back up across your face, unreadable emotion flickering just beneath the surface.

“Oh, Chris, you’re hilarious,” you proclaimed, in the snooty voice you’d adopted around others. You could tell it grated on Crosshair’s nerves, and you couldn’t help the smug sense of satisfaction you felt when his steely gaze met yours for a moment in the privacy of a quick sideways look. You knew there’d be hell to pay later for randomly giving him a name like that, but you didn’t care. Your feet were aching and you’d been done with all the fake socializing about an hour and a half ago. But the two of you had finally worked your way into the “inner circle of sleemos”, as your partner had deemed them, and now were the critical moments upon which the entire mission hinged.

“Not nearly as delightful as you, my little poodoo,” he answered, earning a round of gasps and chuckles from the uppity crowd.

“I say!” declared a man with a huge space-walrus mustache. “That is quite the nickname, my good boy!” He chuffed heartily, casting a side glance at his tall, spiky wife who clearly didn’t approve. Quickly changing his demeanor, he was shaking his head in somber disapproval by the time he looked back at you.

“Oh, we’re just so… so close…” Crosshair continued, almost choking on his words as he looped an arm around your waist again and pulled you against him so abruptly that a little bit of your drink sloshed out of the glowing martini glass. You quickly turned your splutter of indignation into a playful giggle, not so subtly digging an elbow between his ribs as best you could. “I could just call her every name in the book,” he gushed, poking the tip of your nose with a single finger.

“Oh goodness,” you laughed, downing the rest of your drink in one huge gulp. “Would you excuse us? And can I get anyone else another drink?” You turned away so quickly, grabbing your partner by the arm and dragging him along, that you didn’t see Mr. Walrus Stache lifting a finger to take you up on that drink offer. Instead, you did your best to hide the absolute rage you felt beneath the surface as you found a side door out onto a small balcony. There was a single member of the waitstaff there, a Rhodian who was taking a drag off a long cigarette, and his luminous eyes narrowed at the two of you as you appeared, flicking the ash off the end of his smoke and dropping it to the ground before stalking back to work.

“What’s gotten into you?” Crosshair began, turning on you as soon as the last tails of the server’s apron were out of sight. You looked up at him, too frustrated to enjoy how close he was as he loomed above you furiously. “We finally get--”

“ME?!” you spluttered, grasping the shiny lapels of his suit jacket, “You think we’re gonna get anywhere with you calling me poodoo?!” In any other context, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation would have been hilarious, but the simmering undercurrent had risen to a rollicking boil, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Well if you weren’t acting like such a little shi--”

“You’re ridiculous!” you yelled, fists clenched at your sides. But before you could finish the rest of your retort, his hand was clapped over your mouth, cutting off any further attempts to lash out at him. It did not, however, help to quell the fury within. You grabbed his arm with both hands, pulling at it in futility, then froze completely as he stepped in close, wedging a thigh between your legs and flattening you against the stone wall of the castle with his entire body. “What the f--”

“Just shut up for one second,” he hissed, and the sheer intensity of his presence combined with the exhilaration of him pressed against you took every last thought and word right out of your brain. You let out a breath, heart pounding against his chest where he’d bent himself around you, eyes large as they locked on his. He slowly removed his hand, wiping it on his pants with a slight wrinkle of the nose, then tucked it into his pocket, leaving the other arm braced on the wall above you. “Listen,” he said, quietly now, with an urgency yet softness that melted you to your core. “Whatever… this… is…” He took a deep breath, then continued, “We need to get that intel. Then you can… take care of yourself…” He finished with a tiny, confident nod, stepping back in surprise when you burst into laughter.

“Take care of myself?” You slapped your hands flat on his chest, pushing him away with playful force as you felt yourself puffing up again to put him in his place. “Crosshair, you don’t have a damn clue, do you…” You ran out of steam as you registered the myriad of emotions on his face, slowly falling silent as he closed the distance between the two of you again, emanating a different kind of energy this time.

“Care to enlighten me, then?” he asked, tilting his head at you with equal parts condescension and provocation. There was a smolder in his pale brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat, and you were so overrun with feelings of your own that you couldn’t even begin to sort out one from another. You reached for his lapels again, now using them to pull him back against you as you brought your mouth to his with a forceful, determined kiss. His tiny huff of an exhale had a million possible meanings, but you didn’t care, because one of his hands found your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, pressing his face into yours with a hunger that set your… heart… on fire.

You lost track of everything else as your senses were flooded with every magnificent aspect of him… His scent, touched up with a ritzy fragrance he’d added for the evening… His slightly raspy breathing… The warmth and passion that radiated from his strong, focused frame. The feeling of his mouth on yours was everything you’d imagined it to be, and he pulled back for a short breath of air before turning his head the other direction and capturing your lips again, slightly more open this time as you melted against him.

It felt like a split second and an hour later when you separated, with deep, ragged breaths and a blissfully dumbfounded look on your face, staring at him in awe and unabashed delight. He kept his face stoic, though there was a slight glow to his cheeks and a spark in his eyes that made your knees weak.

“Now can you keep your head on straight?” he poked, stepping back and straightening his suit.

“Absolutely not.”

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