#to fuss with it is helping no one

[ubejamjar]

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

There’s no explicit sexual content here, but there is spice for anyone who wants to avoid that.

Aymeric de Borel leans over the large, dark wood desk in his study-- a piece that has borne witness to many lonely nights spent reading reports -- and tries to stop staring at Ajisai Kawanami.

She stands on the opposite side of his desk, scribbling furiously in her jagged scrawl, muttering to herself. Ajisai fixates on a piece of paper with Eorzean letters, but the words are Dragonspeak— which annoys her.

“It’s not a written language,” she says, taking a much-needed tea-and-cookie break. Aymeric catches bits and pieces of her rant, something about inflections. Still, he’s distracted by the candlelight dancing over the white of her scales. Would that she could be here more, work feels less demanding when she is.

She smirks, a knowing look in her eyes, “Are you always so interested in linguistics?”

“I suppose that depends on the instructor,” Aymeric replies. The words feel bolder than he does.

Ajisai laughs, “Is that so? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” A curl of blue hair slips its ribbon to rest against her cheek. He wants to brush it back for her. He wonders if she’d let him.

“Your hair, it—”

Tentatively, Aymeric reaches towards her, giving her space to pull away.

She does not.

Ajisai stills as his fingers feather against her cheek, warm and gentle as he sweeps the hair from her face. When his fingertips brush against the base of her horn, she shivers. Aymeric forces himself not to do it again.

He traces her cheek with the back of his hand; his thumb rests near her chin. It would be so easy to simply tilt it up, lean in, and—

Aymeric clears his throat as he draws his hand back. For a moment, he cannot bring himself to look her in the eyes. Instead, he searches her expression for a sign of how she might feel.

She lets out a shaky sigh and he’s not sure if it’s relief or disappointment. She fidgets with a pen on the desktop, searching the map like it might have the answers to her questions. Words fail him as he scrambles to apologize, to explain his lapse in judgment.

“Ajisai I--”

“It’s ok,” she says softly, smiling, “I… I don’t mind. I was just surprised.”

Aymeric hadn’t expected that. He’s not sure what he’d expected. For her to be angry, perhaps. For her to remind him of their professional boundaries.

Ajisai steps to his side of the desk, her hand trailing along its surface. With each step she takes, he feels his love for her bloom in his heart, its petals pressing against walls that can no longer contain it.

Silence stretches between them, nothing but the tick tick of a grandfather clock. Its bells mark the hour. Neither of them catch the time.

Ajisai smooths her hand over the streak of blue fabric pinned across his chest, then again, as if she could find courage in its folds. When her fingers find the collar of his coat, tugging, insistent but never pulling him to her, his resolve splinters.

The line they’d carefully drawn between them blurs. The familiar need to confess everything catches in his throat, the bindings of duty, responsibility, professionalism straining to keep the words suppressed. When he cups her cheek, she leans into his touch, her eyes filled with the very same longing in his. Aymeric doesn’t try to resist, he no longer wants to.

His lips are on hers, hungry and hot. With each kiss, he expresses the things he never said. She tastes like tea, like honey. She matches his eagerness, pulling him closer with an insistence he’s glad to indulge. His hands find their place at her waist, her arms wrap around his neck.

Neither remembers when she ends up on the desk.

Ajisai shivers when she feels his breath just below her horn, a delighted hum escapes her when she feels the gentle pressure of his lips against her neck. He fills the space between her chin and her collarbone with reminders of his adoration. With every press of his lips, he hopes to memorize her.

Ajisai’s voice is a breathless murmur, “Aymeric…”

Then impulse — to bite, to mark her. He trails kisses along until he finds the spot where her neck slopes to shoulder, the perfect spot to bite.

“Wh—“ her question is lost in sound that is somewhere between a whine and a sigh.

She undoes the first few buttons of her blouse, to let the sleeve slip from her shoulder, an invitation to continue his exploration across her skin.

He bites, leaving another mark.

Then another.

and another

and

“Aym—“ she starts. His name melts into satisfied sounds that test his restraint. She has one hand twisting in his shirt..

Then she leans forward, determined to leave a mark of her own. Her fingertips graze against the base of his neck, sending pleasure through him. When she tangles her fingers in his hair, she pulls him close. She alternates between kisses and nibbles, tracing her affection across him just as he had. Her lips brush against a pulse point; he’s certain she can feel his heart beat in his chest. Each time she pries a satisfied hum from him, he feels her smile against his skin.

She’s fiddling with his shirt now, fingers seeking to find him beneath it. Aymeric does the same, daring to find the buttons of her blouse, to find more space for kisses, for little, loving bites.

“My lord?”

The door muffles the steward's voice through the, but it startles them both— the two of them freezing in a passionate tableau.

“Forgive my interruption, but a messenger has arrived for you and Mistress Kawanami, it seems quite urgent.” says his steward from the other side of the door.

Aymeric pulls a hand away and runs it through his hair, the Lord Commander’s demeanor falling easily over the man he’d been moments before,“Thank you Théotime. We shall be there shortly.”

As the steward’s footsteps fade down the hall, Aymeric looks back to Ajisai, and by the Fury, he does not want to leave this moment. She’s sitting on his desk, close to him, the first few buttons of her shirt undone, and the evidence of his ministrations peppered across her shoulder. It does not feel right to stop here, not when her hand is still balled in his shirt nor when the look in her eyes tells him she’s thinking the same thing.

Then she laughs and Aymeric can’t help but laugh along. He steps back reluctantly to let her up.

Ajisai fastens her buttons, the echo of a giggle in her voice, “perhaps we revisit this later?”

“Later, then,” he echoes, as he moves to right his own dishevelment. As they prepare to face whatever urgent matters awaited them, he pressed a kiss to her forehead— a promise for later. Then, Aymeric de Borel opens the door to his study, gesturing for Ajisai, who thanks him with a little curtsy and a teasing wink, and tries not to think about later.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I know the König x secret admirer reader is not gonna be officially continued but I was wondering if you could maybe explore part of it😭 there’s a part that mentioned that König gets laid in the military and I was wondering how angsty it would be if reader found out?🤭

Yes of course! ^^ It would be angsty... and fluffy! These two are the silliest people who ever lived tbh 🩷🐥

König is young in this AU (around his early 20s) and wildly inexperienced compared to some of the other recruits his age.

His first time was with a girl who joined the army when König had been there for about 1.5 years already. Desperate as he was with hiding the fact that he’s still a virgin, he tumbled into bed with this lady after a night out at the bar. She thoroughly seduced him, and König’s instincts told him she was only looking for fun, but he went with her anyway because, well. Loneliness can kill you, you know?!

He tried to woo her a bit after that until it became quite clear that this woman was not planning to settle down anytime soon. If anything, she was looking for a new conquest – and it’s fine, totally fine, except that König had surrendered a tiny piece of his heart to her along with his dick... That’s just how he is, and it took him more than a few months to get over the fact that it was “just a shag” and he “shouldn’t take things so seriously”.

That’s also why he closed off from people again, decided to concentrate on work and training and gym – until our cute little angel stumbled into his life like the prettiest saving grace! König was a goner from the start because this girl's approach was very different, so gentle and sweet compared to grimy shot glasses and smudgy lipstick and raunchy jokes. It’s a given that he was a little shocked when she sent her that pic 🙄 reminding him of promiscuous women who are not looking for a soul but a body, but because he is what he is the first thing he did was crank things up a notch and send her a dick pic back…

Yes, he’s desperate, but he’s also an go hard or go home man and this time, König is relatively sure he’s dealing with a lovely, delicate soul. Someone who wouldn’t just leave him out in the cold after getting what she wants.

And everything is like a fairytale between these two until she finds out he’s not a virgin despite he seemed a bit… like one… (in this scenario I think reader is a virgin and she thought König was one too because of obvious reasons? lol) And it’s fine, totally fine for her as well, except that the image of König having the night of his life with some military babe is haunting her from dusk till dawn.

There’s bound to be some drama when she starts asking timidly whether she’s still there… Whether they see each other every day. If they talk to each other, if he trains with her, etc. What if they test rifles together, or go out again with the sniper crew and get drunk and König feels… a little lonely?

She knows he would never cheat on her, not in a million years, but knowing how much of a wet dog he is she can’t promise that she’ll be all calm and relaxed during weekends, knowing her boyfriend is out there, full of testosterone and heart, his heart somewhat susceptible to female influence… Maybe even good old seduction…

And what’s even worse is the jealousy, the envy.

What if she’s more badass than her? That doesn't take much... She must be fierce if she’s in the military, something completely different, a forbidden apple König might want to taste again. It’s maddening, and when she finally opens up about it to him, spitting it out one night when he asks what’s bugging his sweet angel, there’s a big fat silence that follows.

König can't even believe she has torn her heart to pieces over something like this, alone and upset and ashamed when she's a literal angel. He sits her nice and pretty in his lap and talks her ear off about how he has nothing against this woman, truly, but that she is nothing compared to his first (and hopefully last!) girlfriend. Their love could never be compared to what happened between him and that girl, these things can’t even be spoken together in the same sentence. If he’s completely honest, his first time was... disappointing. Awkward, humbling, a total drunken mess of which he remembers nothing except that the woman wasn’t completely present either and that he was ashamed that his first time had to be like this.

Honestly, he felt like he lost his virginity on the night when he came to see her. She’s everything he’s ever dreamed of, all he thinks about these days... It’s quite annoying, actually, because he’s supposed to concentrate on how the wind blows and that the ammo doesn’t get wet and that he’s properly concealed.

He could be lying in a ditch with dummy rounds whirling past him and all he could think about are her eyes and lips and giggling and tits and, and… that. How warm it is, how nice it is, how he would just want to curl himself next to her when he hops back to his bunk in the evening. Her smile is the last thing he sees before he dreams, her voice is what he hears. All the things she said, all those sweet, silly little things, chime in his ear before he sleeps.

And all the precious moments they’ve already spent together, the times he made love to her under the trees... There’s nothing like that in the whole world and if she thinks something else can top that she's even sillier than he thought. He could comb through all the continents and he would never find a girl like her.

So tell him again... Why would he go to a shot glass of saltwater when he has a jar of wild honey right here at home?

[danmeichael]

SJ is totally the kind of guy who’d get super protective and controlling over his actual brother. We saw just how he was with Qi-ge, if he had an actual brother SY he’d be even worse. I love all flavors of ScumCum.

qi-ge can also be his actual brother, as a treat. he can have two brothers to be weird and controlling and protective over.

i think letting sj be a freak about sy would be good for him. it lets him exercise the worst parts of himself in a safe, controlled environment. like the attic he will be keeping his flirtatious idiot brother in.

[pepperpixel]

More powerpuff girls art!! I actually drew all of these probably at least a month ago? But I just kept getting sidetracked and never got around to finishing em up and posting em. Here they are now tho!

[abyssalmermaiden]

"Did you truly think that hiding such a wound would be beneficial to anyone? You are lucky to still have the use of your sword arm."

Left with vicious burns across her back and arms after the Bowl of Embers, Aryaille attempted to treat them herself- hiding out at The Hourglass until she could no longer put off returning to the Waking Sands, where the Scions immediately took notice of her stiff and pained demeanor. Even Aryaille's stubbornness could not hold out against their (very legitimate) concerns. After getting told off by Y'shtola, she agreed not to stint on magical healing.

[cuteniaarts]

2 hour rough drawing of Ehuang, my precious Green Opal child who I don’t draw nearly enough <3

[juicednewt]

Finished the collage! It was harder than I expected to find stickers dang

[angiestown]

I love snowy nights in the city ❄*

[crescentmp3]

very bad news to the people who came for untitled comic content

[yardsards]

having an emotionally intense dream and just having to get up and do your morning stuff as usual. wack.

[paradife-loft]

intended to make chocolate/chocolate chip cookies today to remedy the tragic lack of desserts currently in my house.

swerved at the last minute into impulsive baking experiments, and now I have a batch of chocolate-matcha cookies instead.

I'm pretty pleased with how they turned out!

[flowerakatsuka]

one of these days i need to sit down and write out the lore i've thought up for kuroba's youkai au bc i went a lil wild with it.

[whimsycore]

It’s my second day of work and I already went through multiple racist experiences that stumped even my supervisors like “huh that’s weird”

I asked my Uber driver (the first black person I was close enough to talk to how bad it was) bro said it was terrible here.

IMO I used to ignore shit like this only for it to end up ruining my life in college I refuse to do that again. I’m acknowledging it and I’m letting them know I’m acknowledging it and won’t back down.

[llycaons]

the con artist and the rich girl she convinced is her cousin are doing rich people shit and being nasty and shallow and dancing with porrer people they're talking down to and feel like charlie iasip in that scene where he suddenly screams really loudly during a conversation and then goes 'oh my GOD I DON'T CARE'

[rubberduckyrye]

Getting my playlists sorted for the big Move to....... my iphone......

Ick!!!

[tariah23]

Tomorrow might be my last day at this place, they fucking hate me heresjsjs