#⠀⌜ Silk wrapped confessions ⌟ ﹕POSTS

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Some dividers I made because i saw them all over Pinterest but ppl like to gatekeep for some reason ? I did these in like less than 10 minutes

F2u obviously , all the lace can be found on ibis paint x

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⤷❝ The Quiet Gift | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-

⇢☾Warning: NSFW | squirting, Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, possessiveness, fingering (f. receiving), bathroom sex, mirror sex, semi-public sex (there was a gala), pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), dumbfication if you squint, dom sub undertones, degradation, ownership kink, breath play with a twist | lmk if I forgot anything!

⇢☾Pairing: young president Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

⇢☾Summary: continuation of the arranged marriage au, this is your one year anniversary with him with a gala held in place to celebrate, you get insecure because of some bitches and Coryo fucks you in the bathroom with sprinkles of your daily life with him.

⇢☾Request: this is a request (idk if i’m writing it in the write place im new to tumblr i usually use wattpad) young coriolanus snow bathroom mirror sex like him making u watch ur self come undone in the mirror

⇢☾A/N: enjoy everyone! And to one who requested, hope you like this! :) this might be my last post of this theme btw, i am getting sick of the blue :/

arranged marriage au: the study, mine to love

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A year had passed of your marriage, a bond between two souls which wasn't much of a lie as before. Things with Coryo were better than you could ever expect. You thought he would isolate himself from you after your confession but so much had changed. He had gotten softer but more possessive. His edges are sharp yet he makes sure it's a shield for you, not something that would make you bleed.

Among his actions include changing your entire wardrobe (not without your opinion first), a library that connects to his office (his office is something you have access to at all times now), his room was now yours both (your favorite change), and last but not least a poison taster was included so that no attempts of assassination at the First Lady could be taken.

At first, you thought it to be extra, but knowing that it would put his paranoid mind at peace you allow it without much to say. He picked out your outfit every day, and sometimes you did the same for Coriolanus. He would frown as you decide what to wear or not for him for the day, knowing that some of the pieces don't match his style but when he sees your smile as you pick out the clothes. He smooths his frown and takes whatever horrible fashion statement you created for him and wears it with pride.

If anyone dared to speak up about it, he proudly said that his wife picked it out and everyone knew better than to speak a single ill word of the unspoken Queen of Panem.

Today was one of those days when you decided to pick his outfit. Today was something special after all. One year had passed since you had become Mrs. Snow, and a gala was to be held tonight to celebrate the union.

So yes, you were going to pick his outfit. You had even woken up early because of it. You giggled as you opened your eyes, your arm around Coryo whose hair looked impossibly messy, sticking out everywhere. It made him look years younger than he was. You chuckled at the sight, your heart clenching with the love you have for this man. You lean forward to press a kiss to his forehead and then his cheek. You whispered, not expecting him to wake up until his alarm rang, “Good morning, Coryo”

You quietly slipped away from the bed and tiptoeed to the closet. The closet you both shared now. One side carrying every single piece of your clothing and the other side his. You wanted to pick out something different for your husband once, sick of seeing him in his white shirts and black vest. That's how you picked out a black suit with a white vest and a red silk shirt. You could imagine unbuttoning this off of him tonight and the thought made your body heat up and a giggle escaped your lips.

“What are you laughing about, doll?” A voice, his deep sleepy voice startling you. “Nothing!” You quickly said, turning to look at Snow, your breath hitching as his eyes were half closed and his hair turned into a mess of curls. Sometimes you wonder if this was all a fever dream and if you truly have the privilege of seeing him like this. You placed the clothes into a corner and went to him.

You pulled him down, your hand on his nape and another on his cheek as you guided him to your lips. Morning breath be damned. His actions were reflexive with how his arms pulled you in closer as his lips pressed into yours. He smiles against your lips and soon both of your tongues tangle in an uncoordinated sleepy manner and you whimper into his mouth.

This was real. This was your reality and you would do everything to keep it as it is. You pulled back and he whispered, “What was that for, doll?”

“Just needed to make sure this was real,” you answered him. Your words make him crack a real smile, something even you saw rarely and it would only be possible in moments like this. Moments when you have shocked the man with your actions and words and made him fall harder for you.

“Well it is,” he grins. Before his expression clears up he focuses on the clothes you have set aside. “Outfit for today?” He asked. You nod and smile at him, gesturing at the clothes. “You would look handsome in them,” you said. “Don't I always look handsome?” He smirks, you laugh, “I am not falling for that trap, dear husband. I'll be in the shower, choose something for me.” You press a kiss on his cheek before leaving the closet.

After showering and wearing the red dress he had decided, both of you go on for your respective duties. The gala would start early in the day and there were a few hours left before it formally started as guests were already coming in.

The mansion was set up beautifully, no words could have possibly explained the amount of work and dedication to make this the event of the year, valued higher than the Hunger Games itself. In another universe, it may not have been possible, in this one however you somehow managed to crack into his heart and made yourself a higher priority.

You were doing finishing touches of your makeup when Corio came in, his hair slicked back but his body tense, his eyes unable to hide the shakiness in them. You don't say anything, letting the man have his moment of vulnerability. You knew you would mess him up even more if you pointed it out, so you continued your task.

You didn't pay him any attention despite the itch to turn to him. You force yourself to stare straight into the mirror, applying your lipstick for the night. That was until he came behind you, his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, his head propped on your shoulder as you felt him take deep breaths.

You don't ask if anything is wrong, accepting the rare form of intimacy he initiated. Usually, you're the ones for the hugs, the genuine ones anyway. You knew despite everything you were like a math equation to Snow. His mind figured out the formulas to keep you to him forever, you doubted if he saw anyone as his equal but you were perhaps the closest thing to it.

You had accepted it long before, but moments like this when Coriolanus allowed himself to be a human meant everything to you. You fell for every version of him, the one that is an untouchable deity who could kill you without guilt, and the human he was, obsession filling in veins making you the sole objective of his mind as he already achieved Panem.

You close your eyes, taking deep breaths with him. In the end, you were human too and you broke. “What's wrong?” You asked, as softly as possible yet breaking the bubble that had formed.

He smirks through the mirror, his eyes meeting yours, a sense of superiority in the blue hues. “Nothing’s wrong, my doll,” he whispered to you, pressing a ghost-like kiss to your bare shoulder. His arms cage you tighter, making a small gasp on your lips. “Okay,” you smile at him.

“Ready to start the gala then?” You asked, “Snows are born ready,” he replied, his tone smug.

One of his arms was kept wrapped around his waist while the other opened a drawer to take out a small box. “For you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. You opened the box, and in it was a gold necklace with the initial ‘S’. You blush, and leave it to Corio to give you a necklace with his initials for an anniversary gift. “It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your head turning back and you gave him the brightest smile. “Help me wear it?” You mumbled as you handed him the box.

And so he did, and now a necklace was on your neck, the letter ‘S’ sitting perfectly on your skin. It scratched an innate itch for Snow to see you wear this. A part of him had expected you to fight, and be disgusted by this action, his mind thinking of several ways to make (force) you to wear the necklace. But as always you surprised him with your acceptance, as if you knew that wearing this would help him with his possessiveness. You were truly the right woman for him.

With his arm around your waist, you walk into the celebration. Countless people, the top elites of the Capitol were attending the gala. Everything had to be perfect.

Alas, fate is nothing but fickle.

The rumors didn't catch your ears at first before slowly the whispers caught up to you. Too busy with your life in the mansion and with Coriolanus, you rarely were social. You never had many friends from the capitols' elites. And those who knew were merely allies for the future. So the gossip never reached your ears.

Gossip you knew better to believe. Words change when they travel mouth to mouth. It can be easily manipulated too, your husband was a living proof of that. The snake tongue of all of Panem. But when the words seemed to get louder and louder, you couldn't help but feel maybe it's tinged with truth.

Snow was busy talking to diplomats while you were politely having a conversation with the ladies. That's when the questions began about some things they had heard about Snow. Each worse than the other but nothing you didn't already know. You make sure to change their perspective whenever something new comes up. Coriolanus was still new at this position, anything could snatch the power away if either of you weren't careful.

Feeling like you have finished the job, you begin to move away, only to stop when you hear, “...even wearing a pendant with his initial, she's nothing more than a whore who was pushed up to play the role of the First Lady. A woman of her standing would never deserve such a title.”

It was true, when Snow asked you to marry you, it was sudden and he gained nothing from it. Nothing, no money, power, and just a few connections you had but he had already impressed them all beforehand so there was no need for you. Your history in the academy wasn't all that great either, you were never the best but wholly average. A man like Snow deserved the best.

Insecurity claws at your heart and even so with recent events you knew their words were wrong. Tears burned your eyes. Your hand goes to the necklace you had on, your fingers twirling the pendant. Meanwhile, despite Coriolanus' focus being mainly on talking sweet to the guests and gathering sponsors, his eyes were on you, your every moment, and each person you spoke to. He notices you walking away from the gala and into the hallways. He followed you.

You were in one of the many bathrooms the manor had to offer. You stared at the mirror, the necklace you were wearing, and your hands traveled to the back ready to take it off. That's when Coriolanus enters the bathroom, his footsteps stopping midtrack as you freeze too.

“Coryo,” you begin to speak, your hand at your side now. “I was just-” “Why were you going to take it off?” He interrupted you, his face twisted in a glare you never thought would be directed at you. You shrugged, trying to play casual, “It doesn't feel appropriate.” “Why?” He questioned his tone icy calm, spreading chills down your spine. “Because-” because you didn't feel worthy of it. “Because you're ashamed of me,” he scoffs, walking closer to you. His eyes now fully glaring at you.

You frown, “What? Coryo, no-” He tilts your chin up, as he leans in, his expression twisted in fury, “Then what? There's no other appropriate reason for you to take it off then.” In truth, something was getting lost in translation, the women you were talking to earlier were going to be accused of treason in a few days. The cause? The rumors (some truth mixed in as well) they had spread about Snow. They were invited out of courtesy and after this, they had signed their death certificate.

“It's nothing like-” “Then what?” He hissed, “Did you finally come to your senses? Did they tell you how much of a horrible monster I am? And a horrible president?” You knew some sort of major miscommunication had happened but you had no idea how to deal with it. Not when Snow pressed a harsh, hard kiss to your lips, teeth clashing and his tongue seemingly fighting with yours for dominance that you easily gave over.

“You can't escape me, doll. No matter how horrible you realize I am. Think about running away and it's your dead body that will be leaving this mansion.” he whispered against your lips, his hands on your waist, your body flushed against his as your back hit the counter.

You chuckled at his words, knowing that would never be your end. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and it makes you giggle even further. “Dove, I am not joking,” he said, looking straight in your eyes. “I know,” you smile at him, “You…” you shake your head, smiling, you were surely crazier than him. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Those women said something… mean and it made me realize I may not be worthy of this necklace…” you begin to explain, hoping the explanation would calm him down.

You thought wrong. “You don't think I can decide who deserves to be my property, pet. Whom I let to be my queen,” he said, his tone deeper than before. He whispered, “I decided it's you. It's been a year since that decision and I haven't regretted it once.”

He manovaroued you so you were facing the mirror. He was right behind you, his eyes hard. “The woman you're looking at right now is mine. My pet. My wife. How dare you try to take off a mark of my ownership, doll?” You opened your mouth to apologize, but a moan escaped instead as he bit into your shoulder. He begins to press you against the counter, your body bending over as he continues to press wet kisses on your nape.

“You need a reminder about whom you belong to,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin making you shiver, heat spreading to your body as his hands unzipped your dress from behind, letting the fabric fall on the floor. “I am yours,” you moan to him as his palms knead your breasts through the bra. “Then you should have known better, my stupid bird.”

“You look away from the mirror even once…,” he said, his hands squeezing your breasts roughly, his head propped up to your shoulder, his face set in a smirk, “and that group of women dies.” They were going to die either way but you didn't know that.

You gasp, “Snow- '' His hands squeeze your breasts harder, bordering on pain. “It’s Coryo for you, dove,” he said, slowly yet firmly as if talking to a child. His hands move downwards, one moves to your hip, and for the other, his fingers slip inside your panties. You whimper when his fingertip touches your clit. At any other time, he would have been slow, and gentle when he was rubbing the bud but now? His touch was fast and unconcerned, his sole goal was to inflict punishment with pleasure.

He rubbed at your clit relentlessly, making you soak your panties with your juices. His other hand squeezes your hips. You whine, your eyes closing and he pinches your clit making you moan louder than you should, your eyes opening immediately to meet his gaze.

“Only warning, pet,” he whispered, his finger now playing with the clit even more relentlessly. Back and forth, up and down with no mercy, making the bud swollen and your pussy clench around nothing. “Yes, Coryo,” you gasp.

“My dumb pet can learn after all,” he whispered to your ear and then his lips kissed the clasp of your necklace. His fingers abandon your clit to swipe at your folds to gather your wetness. He chuckles as he continues to tease you like this, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Coryo,” you whispered and your eyes connected with his and you knew his fingers could feel the flex of your cunt around nothing. “That's it. Look at me, doll.”

He slipped his fingers one by one into your slit, the stretch making you gasp. “It's too much,” you managed to get out, your voice shaky. “You can take it,” he tuts. His fingers begin to message your wall, hitting every crook and canny you never knew existed. He twisted his fingers thrusting right at your g-spot making you moan loudly, your body was now completely bent over in front of the mirror and your hands gripped the counter for life. Snow continues to playfully stretch you out, scissoring your pussy with his long fingers.

When he finally deemed you loose enough, he pulled his fingers out without a warning making you whimper. He pulls down your panties around your knees, and then his hand unzipped his pant to take his cock out. Something in you liked how he was composed and fully clothed while having you like this, primal and debauched. It showcased Coriolanus perfectly, no matter how prim and proper the man was outside in the end he was as much of a mess.

His impatient was clear with his clenched jaw, one of his hands traveling upwards your body to grip your breast like a handle as his free hand guides his leaking, hard cock into your entrance. “I was going to fuck you good tonight, on a bed properly like a wife deserves,” he begins to say as he pushed in with a single stroke. Your mouth lets out a small scream as your pussy adjusts to his dick. “Instead I have to treat you like a whore, bending your ass over a counter and fuck you while there are people all over the mansion.” He shakes his head disappointed, he meets your gaze, “I expected better, doll.”

“Then why keep a disappointment around,” you snapped at him, making him raise his eyebrows at your tone, his cock twitching inside your walls. “I wonder that myself too,” he grunts, his face buried in your shoulder, his tongue licking your salty skin. “You’re my everything,” he whispered, “Don't you forget that, dove.”

It was a confession that made you turn your back and made you catch his lips. He groans into your mouth as both of your tongues play with each other, expressing words the others cannot say. His free hand went to grip your necklace chain, making you gasp as he fisted the chain and pulled at it, knocking at your breath in one go.

His hips had begun to pound into you, short, hard thrusts that made his cockhead press against your g-spot while his remaining length messaged your walls perfectly. “You don't have to think, doll. I am here to think for you. You don't have to think about deserving me, or Panem. You don't have to think at all, just be my bird. My bird only,” he grunts.

Your eyes had begun to see spots from the lack of air, he hadn't seemed to care as your pussy keeps squeezing around him because of it. He lets go of the chain, making you gasp and you take the air you desperately need as his thrusts begin to get sloppier. Coryo was too impatient, too worked up, too mad at you to care about your pleasure. You were a pet getting used and you loved every second of it.

“I love you,” you whispered to him, and he groaned in response, as his thrusts got slower. He was edging himself to last longer, for this not to end. He bites your nape, not hard as he does usually to make sure the mark fades in a few seconds. His hips continue to rock into you, both of his hands now kneading at your clothed breast. He makes your round flesh spill from the bra and cups them with a groan escaping his lips.

“You’re mine,” he said as he pressed wet kisses all over your neck and shoulders, “Mine.” Your pussy clenched around him, making his pace get even slower, frustration begins to claw your mind as your body tethers to the edge. “Yours,” you agreed. “Fuck me faster,” you plead.

He lets out a laugh, “No. You'll take what I'll give.” “Coryo, my love please!” You begged. His hips stutter, making you feel confused, before realizing why he had stopped. You hadn't called him that since that night and you realized you had leverage on the man.

“My love, please! Fuck me harder,” you spill, “Baby, please!” He clenched his jaw trying so hard not to give in to the instinct of rutting into you like an animal. Knowing that he was near the edge, you continue, “Cum in me and make me walk around the gala with your cum inside, please. Please, mark me!”

That did the trick rather perfectly. His hand wraps around your throat, not choking you but staying there as a comforting presence that shouldn't have been comforting at all. “My dumb pet has ways with words. Gotta fuck that out of you, my dove,” he smirked.

His hips begin to roll into you again, making you gasp and squeeze his dick with your slick walls. The start of it was slow and cautious before Coriolanus decided to throw it all in the wind. He takes half of his length out before slamming it back to you. The sound of hips snapping echoed into the air along with his grunts and your moans. He kept fucking into you, with no care about anything.

Both of your sights were obscene in the mirror and it turned you not to end. Your body had begun to heat, your pussy aching to cum after being played with for so long. The tension in your body was close to snapping, and he knew it too. Knew it the way your cunt kept sucking his cock in so well. His head was on your shoulder, his mouth breathing out hot air onto your skin.

“Look at me,” you whispered, and his eyes snap at you and not even a second later he spills into your cunt, fucking his cum into you as he lets out a whine for the first time. You gasp, feeling your build-up fading without snapping but Snow was never to disappoint. He pulled his cock out, just to stuff you with his fingers. You whimper, your sensitive walls twitching around his fingers, so close to breaking.

Coriolanus doesn't waste a second to thrust into your sopping cunt, your folds covered in his cum, and fucking that into you with his fingers. He crooks his fingers perfectly, hitting your g-spot and making you black out for a second as his fingers keep assaulting your insides without a care.

You gasp, your body starting to give up. Snow has to wrap an arm around you to help you stay balanced. “That's it, doll. Cum on my fingers. I will make you cum on my cock later,” he promised to you. You cry out as his fingers continue their fast pace of thrusting. And finally, finally, your orgasm builds up again. A single graze from his fingertip onto your spongy spot has you not only cumming but squirting too.

Even Coriolanus eyes widen in surprise as you spill your juices onto the floor, ruining your dress and everything. You begin to feel ashamed of losing control in such a manner, but Coryo curses, “Fuck, doll. Fuck, that was…” He couldn't even finish the sentence.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself close to losing balance, only for Snow to swipe your legs from the floor and carry you to the bathtub.

“I’ll take care of you, doll,” he said, “I’ll bring in a new set of clothes, wait.” “What about the gala?” You asked. He kissed your temple before he replied, “I told everyone to leave the moment you walked away. Told everyone you were sick and as your husband, I shall be taking care of you.”

You let out a raspy chuckle, it was rather amazing how Coriolanus Snow always turned everything in his favor. Even this would help his image of being a president who took such good care of his wife and would surely take the country to great lengths.

“Snow lands on top,” you whispered to him with a smile.

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[swallowedbymadness]

❅ no sound, it’s all around ❅

Pairing: Seongwha x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: that good romantic smut that makes angels cry

Summary: No power, no heat, and you’re stuck inside during a blizzard. You definitely didn’t expect things between you and Seonghwa to heat up as quickly as they had that night.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Surpriseeee! Two fics in one week? Who is she. I have returned with another sexy love makin’ fic for your peepers. I present the prince himself, Park Seonghwa in all his glory. This one is very special to me. I was going to wait until Sunday to post it, but I was just too impatient to wait. So, you get it now as a little treat from me to you lovely babes. Listen to “Snow on the Beach” by Taylor Swift & Lana Del Rey for THEEEE VIBES. This fic is heavily inspired by it, aka I wrote this with it on repeat 💀 18+ content, so please, minors DNI. Enjoy! 🤍

Warnings: soft dom!Hwa, allllll the praise, a sprinkle of breath play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, cream pie, squirting.

Proofread: Yes! Thank you to the phenomenal @babesindestroyland for reading over this for me. You know the drill. If you see a mistake, no you don’t. 😇

White. It’s a color that represents purity, innocence, and perfection. You were surrounded by various shades of the color that night. The alabaster walls glowed and the silk sheets shimmered beneath the candlelight, while snow was silently beginning to stick to the bedroom window from the blizzard outside. The scene painted before you was simply picturesque as you both stood bare in front of one another, the shadows dancing across your bodies as your eyes spoke every confession of love that your tongues could not.

You weren’t sure how you and Seonghwa ended up here. Everything before this moment was now a blur. It was just the two of you, a quiet blizzard outside and your head was dizzy from the strawberries and champagne he had brought over just before the worst of the storm hit. The power had gone out not too long ago, the air within his apartment chilling slightly but not unbearable due to the fireplace burning brightly in the living room. You remember him feeding you a strawberry on the floor in front of the fire, the bubbles fizzing in your champagne flutes. You remember his eyes staring intently at your lips as they wrapped around the base of the summer fruit and how a bit of the rosy juice dripped down your chin. You weren’t embarrassed, but only because you saw his eyes watch it drip slowly down your skin before he took his thumb and wiped it off. You remember feeling a familiar flutter in your stomach as he popped his thumb in his mouth, humming to reassure you it was just as delicious coming off of you. You remember Seonghwa murmuring something before leaning in and connecting your mouths in a delicate kiss, his finger gently gripping your chin. You remember how his tongue tasted sweet like the champagne that glimmered in the firelight.

“It tastes better on your tongue,” he whispered into your ear, your earlobe soon being sucked between his teeth as he lightly nibbled on the cartilage. You remember sighing out loud and feeling the flush creeping onto your face when you heard him chuckle under his breath against your ear. “I wonder if you taste just as sweet.” You remember his lips moving down to your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin every now and then to hear the small whimpers leave your mouth as you felt the dampness of your arousal begin. His hand ran softly up your thigh, the floral dress you wore that evening giving him ample room to feel every part of you he wanted.

You remember tilting your head back as he placed sloppy open mouthed kisses against your throat, his hand ghosting over the area once he let go of your chin. You remember grabbing his face and allowing your tongue to slip into his mouth as you shared intimate kisses for awhile next to the warmth of the fire. You remember him breaking apart from you and standing up, his hand held out for you to take so he could pull you up. He never let go of your hand as he silently walked you into the Parisian inspired bedroom, and stood you in front of him at the foot of the king sized bed.

Now here you were with his hands falling to your shoulders, his fingers dipping underneath and encouraging the dainty fabric to fall from your body. You found yourself reaching over next to unbutton his crisp cotton shirt, his tan skin glowing in the candlelight. The pressed clothing fell to the carpeted floor, and eventually you did this until both of you were shed of everything. You remember his eyes, and if a man could get drunk off of sight alone, he would be so far gone. Everything about you made his heart pound aggressively within his rib cage. He let his fingers follow the curves of your body, feather light touches as he grazed the silky skin. You stood before one another for what seemed like an eternity to allow eachother to memorize every part of your bodies in the most vulnerable state they could be in.

“Hwa…” your voice came out no more than a whisper, your throat feeling like it was closing as you felt his eyes burn holes into your face.

“Yes,” it was more of an answer than a question, and you couldn’t recall what you wanted to say in that moment, because he didn’t give you time to think. He stepped toward you and had his hands roamining your body as his eyes never left yours.

“You’re beautiful,” your fingers were soon carding through his inky hair as you pushed it out of his eyes. “I don’t understand.”

“What don’t you understand?” His expression remained neutral as he tried to figure out your feelings in the current moment.

“All of this. You wanting me, us standing here together as we are now...it seems impossible.” You allow the words to fall from your tongue, heart beating wildly beneath your breast. His eyes crinkled as his beaming grin lit up the whole room.

“And why is that?” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes radiating the utmost fondness for you as you looked up at him.

“Seonghwa. Look at you. You’re like an angel, and I’m-” your eyes drifted to the floor between you two, insecurities from your past flooding into your thoughts. He was quick to bring you right back up to the surface to him, not allowing you to drown in that right now, not ever again.

“Weird,” your eyes narrowed, his teasing nature making your heart dance, and he released a breathy laugh. “But fuckin’ beautiful.” His lips were back on your neck, peppering kisses all the way to your chin before his lips hovered above yours. “So fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed against your mouth, not wasting any time before he pulled your body against his and pressed his lips to yours feverently. He leaned you back against the milky silk sheets beneath you, goosebumps forming all over you as the cold fabric met your skin. His mouth was instantly back on you, his tongue mapping out a wet trail as he kissed down your collarbone to your shoulder, then down to your plump breast, his tongue drawing a circle around your nipple. He took the hardening bud into his mouth and gently sucked, eliciting a soft moan from you. You watched as his member began to swell and grow an angry shade of red as precum leaked from the tip. His mouth glided across your breast to give the same treatment to the other one, the warmth beginning to bloom in your core as you watched a string of precum stick to his stomach. He kissed his way past your navel and down to your core. Not wasting any time, he began his ministrations, his tongue causing waves of pleasure to move through your whole body, his hands griping your thighs as his nails dug into the plump flesh.

“You taste so divine,” he growled as he gave your clit kitten licks before running the entirety of his tongue between your folds and dipping it into your pussy. He hummed when he tasted you on him, your arousal driving him wild. He looked up at you from under his lashes, pressing rushed wet kisses to your sopping pussy. “Like angelic nectar straight from the heavens.” He pushed his tongue back into you, his fingers abusing your clit before his mouth went to work you up again. Whines poured from your mouth, your hand grabbing a fistful of his midnight hair. You began to grind yourself against his face, his nose rubbing your clit deliciously. “Angels wish they could taste you on their lips. But you’re mine,” he lifted himself up and on top of you, positioning himself at your entrance that ached to be full of Seonghwa. As if sharing the same thought as you, he slowly pushed his swollen member between your throbbing walls. A gasp fell from both of you, the fit filling you up wholly, completely. A feeling you didn’t think would send this much emotion rushing through you, igniting your blood and setting it on fire, brighter than the embers that sparked from the logs in the fireplace just outside of the bedroom walls.

“Oh, Hwa” you sighed as his hips began to push into yours, quick and sharp so he could feel you as much as possible. You lifted your leg and he hooked it around his hip to get deeper inside of you. When he felt the tell tale signs of you approaching your end, he was quick to pull out and flip you over onto your stomach. He came back over you and laid on top of you lightly, pushing himself back inside of you tentatively. You felt his hot breath against the shell of your ear, little grunts and moans hidden under them filled your head and made you dizzy. You felt his lips on the back of your neck, as his member slid in and out of you with intent.

“No mortal is worthy of you,” He spoke lowly as he wrapped his hand around your throat gently and squeezed lightly. “My goddess divine.” Spots danced in your vision as he took your breath away, your pussy no doubtedly coating his dick with your slick at the slight pressure. “You are ethereal.” He praised into your skin, his moans mixing with yours as he took his time thrusting in and out of your plush walls. He savored every second of it, like he was experiencing something so spiritual. “Scream my name to the gods so they know who your most devoted disciple is.” His thrust began to get sloppy and harder as he saw the little bit of spit dribble from the side of your mouth. “Tell them who.” He said through gritted teeth, sweat falling from his brow as he lost himself to the pleasure that was you. “I want you to see the very stars you fell from as you cum for me.” His hands were soon smacking down on both of your ass cheeks, gripping at the plump flesh, his eyes widening at how they jiggled underneath his sweaty palms.

“You Seonghwa, only you!” You shouted, your knuckles white as you gripped the slippery sheets, inaudible ramblings falling from your lips as his dick slammed into your g-spot. “Fuck! Hwa,” you screamed into the mattress as he fucked you right into it, plump tears staining your cheeks. You felt the build up in your core finally explode, the sheets soaking up your fluids as they poured out from the depths of your walls and coating his dick even more. That sent Seonghwa into a frenzy, his cock twitching as he felt himself unravel above you.

“Oh angel, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m-” You felt him spill into you as his pace slowed, allowing your rigid walls to pull his orgasm from him. He collapsed next to you, his flesh sticky and chest heaving as he stared up at the ceiling. You rested your cheek on your forearm as you looked at him, adoration the only thing present in your irises currently. You placed a hand above his heart, the organ rattling under your palm.

“How long?” You questioned, not needed to say more for him to know what you were asking.

“When I saw your eyes shine like starlight under the first full moon of the summer. We were walking along the beach, nothing but the sound of waves crashing against the sand under our feet. You had a sparkler in your hand, skipping around like it was the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. When you looked at me, the grandest smile adorning your face…that was when I realized.” You felt the strings holding your heart in place snap as it fell to the pit of your stomach.

“You’ve felt this way for that long? Why didn’t you tell me?” A part of you felt upset that you’d gone that long without a confession being made. If only he had told you sooner…you couldn’t help feel like so much time had been wasted not together.

“I didn’t realize you felt the same way.” He stated simply. You groaned, hiding your face in your arm.

“How did you find out?” You peeked one eye above your arm, looking at him curiously. He stared at you from the corner of his eye for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He felt his heart melting at the sight of you. Ruined, but still glowing ever so radiantly. All because of him.

“Because,” he pulled you to his chest finally, a content sigh leaving him once the weight of you rested on him comfortably. “I saw the same fondness in your eyes that I knew I had in mine whenever I looked at you.” You didn’t dare question it, because you would never admit that you felt the same way for just as long as him. You knew in your heart exactly when you fell for Park Seonghwa.

He was nothing but a mysterious blur at first, but when your eyes came into focus and saw him for the very first time, it was like an angel descended from heaven that very night. The glow of the Christmas lights illuminated his soft features, his blinding smile enraptured you. The moment he said hello to you, you willingly handed your heart over to him. Little did he know, he’s had it in his hands this entire time.

“So, you love me?” He chuckled under his breath at the question, but he silently nodded.

“I am absolutely captivated by you.” He traced invisible patterns into your back, his eyes drooping shut as his voice became thick with exhaustion. “Always have been. And I always will be.” He pressed a delicate kiss to your hairline before falling gracefully into unconsciousness, his chest beginning to rise and fall at a steady pace. You laid there and watched as the snow fell silently outside. As each flake swirled in the midnight air, you reveled in the fact that your love for one another was like the frozen crystals that danced with one another.

It came down, no sound, and it was all around.

[http-finnick]

𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: as finnick sneaks back into your cart during the victory tour, you start to pity him as he wraps his arms around you, knowing that this is all for the captiol and none of it is true...at least not for you.

cw: almost one-sided love, katniss and peeta trope, no smut, and lots of crying.

with how the trains speeds you feel as tho you're flying, laying in your bed with the new weather outside your window. yesterday it was snowing, now it's spring.

the silk bedsheets mold your skin as you lay there, regretful.

a hand snakes under and up to your abdomen, the scent of musk heavy on your nostrils as he pushes himself closer to your back.

he sighs once he has your touch back into his grip and you stay put, hoping he falls back to sleep.

it was a mistake, letting him back into your bed again.

it wasn't like you two did anything..it's just for the nightmares. but still.

he thumbs your shoulder softly, brushing the finger on your body to test your awareness, you feel his eyes on your neck.

once he gets no indication of your conciseness, he dips down to lay a soft, quick kiss on your neck.

it makes you shiver, a little fever sparking in your spine for that moment. it wasn't forced for his own excitement, it was a little good morning for you.

and that just makes it worse.

you pretend to flutter your eyes and he quickly sinks back into the silk sheets. you sit up and drowsily grab a towel before walking towards the bathroom that's connected to your cart.

you eye him as you take tip-toe steps, as if not to wake him. but you catch his lips flashing a soft smile before forcing down into a line.

you sprint into the bathroom and turn on the shower as you feel your chest heavy with breaths. you lock the door and sink down as you choke on air and have tears rush out of your eyes

he loves you

he loves you so much.

your mind brings you back to Annies sobs and pleas for you to return finnick to her, safely. to bring her love back.

I wonder how she felt seeing you brush his hair back in the arena before dipping down to kiss his puffy lips.

I wonder how she felt when 'her love' came home with a new love.

you confessed to him on the train that it was a lie. your love wasn't real and you watched him fight back tears while putting on a sad smile

"it's okay, really"

that's what he told you when you turned to look back out the window of the train car. you knew it wasn't your place but your cloudy mind thought it was a good idea

"fin...um...Annie was talking to me before the games and-"

"please. I don't want to hear anything about annie cresta."

so you both sat in silence as the train brought you back to four.

and now, on your victory tour with the capitol and everyone breathing down your neck, you realize that you will never have a life without odair being next to it.

you can't help but claw at your chest with sobs as the shower spits water at you, because finnick takes this as a chance, a chance for you to love him.

but you would never give yourself that chance

not with that promise you gave to annie.

and not with that vow you gave to yourself.

an: I might do a part 2 for this, katniss and peeta trope is such a good one I just had to make some angst for it. I hope that you guys liked it even though its short :( I'm sorry I cant do super super long ones, I just write when I can and post right after lmao. Also my babies!!! We got to 70 followers! I love you guys so much, when I started this acc I didn't think anyone would still be around for thg content, but you guys came through and made me love the fandom even more...I love you guys so much! mwah!

part 2

[flightlessangelwings]

Ktober 2023 Day 19- Somnophilia

Javi Gutierrez x gn!reader

Word count- 1k

Warnings- s.mut (18+ ONLY!), hj, bj, subby!Javi, restraints, slight overstim, hint at face sitting, no use of y/n

Notes- Oh this one was so fun to write! Another personal favorite of the month, cause we love a subby Javi!! Starting the fic under the cut cause we get right to it here lol! Prompt list made by me! Enjoy!

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Javi groaned softly in his sleep as his dreams turned more intense. He dreamt you were jerking him off… and it felt so good. He writhed slightly as he practically felt your hand around his cock, pumping him and making him feel so good. Javi whispered your name as he started to teeter from the dream world and the waking one. And suddenly the two realms felt intertwined.

You smirked as you watched Javi squirm under your touch, careful not to wake him fully just yet. It had been a fantasy of yours to do this to him for a long time, and when Javi confessed that it was one of his ultimate desires, your heart flipped in your chest. You waited a few nights to actually do it, though, since you wanted to catch him more off guard but with the invitation still open.

Heat rushed through your veins when he murmured your name over and over again, and you couldn’t help but pump him faster. Your own needs could wait as you were too focused on him. Licking your lips, your eyes trailed down Javi’s naked form until they landed on his cock in your hand. It dripped with precum and it twitched when you twisted your wrist around the shaft.

Fuck, he looked delicious.

The time was right, you decided, and you let go of his cock and positioned yourself so that your mouth ghosted over the tip. In his sleep, Javi let out a soft whine, and you couldn’t fight the moan that escaped your lips. He looked so beautiful like this. Next time, you would have to take a picture.

As he settled back into sleep, you stuck your tongue out and gently licked the tip of his length in a teasingly light touch. He whimpered in his sleep as you wrapped your lips around him and took his entire cock into your mouth. You sucked hard with the intent of waking Javi up this time, and you shivered in anticipation as you waited to see his reaction to waking up in your mouth.

“Ay! Fuck! Corazon!” Javi moaned as his eyes shot open.

You hummed in satisfaction as you kept your eyes on Javi, but you never let go of his cock.

Javi tried to move, but he found he couldn’t. And, for just being awake a few seconds, he discovered his second surprise of the morning. You had bound him to the bed with silk scarves, his wrists tied to the head of the bed and his ankles to each post at the end. He was defenseless and helpless against you. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He groaned your name as he dropped his head back onto the pillow.

“Morning, Javi,” you purred, breaking away from his cock with a pop, “Sleep well?” you asked in a tease.

“Not as well as I woke up, mi amor,” Javi murmured, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. That explained the dream he had. But, reality was far better, and waking up with his cock inside your mouth was a more than welcome surprise. And it was hotter than he ever could have imagined, especially with your touch of tying him down.

You exhaled deeply with a smile, “Shall I continue, then?” you ran a single finger up his length, “My breakfast looked delicious, and I’m starving.”

“Ay dios mio,” Javi sighed with a short laugh, “You are too much, you know that corazon?” he lifted his head to meet your gaze, and both of you softened as you stared into each other’s eyes.

“You like it,” you cooed as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“That I do… Ohh…”

Without another word, you wrapped your lips around his cock again and bobbed your head up and down, savoring the taste of Javi first thing in the morning. He cried out as he strained against the binds, forgetting they were there for a moment. Javi bucked his hips into you as much as he could as you sucked at his cock.

“Fuck… Amor…”

Moving faster and sucking harder, you reached down and cupped Javi’s balls, determined to send him over the edge. His moans encouraged you as you hummed into him, the vibrations bringing new sensations. You darted your tongue along his shaft, pocking and lucking where you knew he was more sensitive.

“Amor… I’m…”

You sucked harder, taking Javi’s entire length into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. Tears filled your eyes, but you didn’t care. You kept going until you got what you wanted. And within moments, Javi exploded into your mouth, spilling his seed down your throat as he cock twitched in your mouth. In his restraints, Javi writhed as he moaned loudly, spilling a string of praises as he did so.

Swallowing every last drop, you didn’t let up until you were sure he had no more to give. As much as you wanted to keep going, you decided to stop, not wanting to overdo it the first time you tried something new. With one last kiss to the tip of his cock, you pulled away with a deep gasp for air.

“Wow,” you breathed as you watched him come down from his high.

“That was incredible, corazon,” Javi panted as his eyes fluttered open.

You smiled brightly at Javi as you heaved yourself forward to lay overtop of him, taking his lips with your own. Javi immediately deepened the kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. His cock twitched slightly between your bodies, though he knew he was spent… at least for now.

“You’re incredible, Javi,” you whispered against his lips.

He hummed as he beamed up at you, his big beautiful eyes telling a story that words could never express. “I would like to return the favor, mi amor,” he waved his hands that still stayed bound above his head, “But I am still at your mercy here.”

You thought for a moment before you gave him a mischievous smirk, “I can think of a way you can still make it work,” you purred as you shimmied your body up his torso, hovering yourself over his face.

“Fuck yes,” Javi breathed as he licked his lips eagerly.

[shslbunnylover]

★★★𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 5: 𝘾𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜)★★★

Character: Alcina Dimitrescu

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Day 5 people, I'm not feeling too good but didn't wanna get too much behind, I'll post two tomorrow hopefully.

Word count: 1.2k

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The cold winter months were always depressing around Castle Dimitrescu. The women of the household didn't celebrate Christmas, and the girls couldn't leave the house due to the cold. But after two years of working as a maiden, you were determined to achieve the hallmark Christmas you felt the girls you loved deserved.

You had joined the "family" after your 21st birthday after hearing all of the benefits such as a place to stay and a buttload of cash, but a certain someone was the main reason you stayed.

The lady of the house, Alcina Dimetrescu. Her golden eyes complemented her luscious black locks that would lay softly on her shoulders and bounce slightly every time you or one of the girls made her laugh. Her sweet Romanian accent. Her incredibly seductive body and voice. Her half-transformed form with her tentacles and wings. Everything about the older woman had you in a glue trap, leaving you stuck to writhe around in your own sticky feelings.

Her Romanian nicknames would always leave a dusting of pink across your face as soft as the snow that fell on the castle during the short winter days, and the way her arm would snake around your waist whenever you were standing next to her while she was reading.

You loved the woman and you wanted to be with her for the rest of your life. But you weren't even sure how to express a single percent of your love.

But one thing you did know was what Alcina loved more than anything: her daughters. And making them happy would make her happy, which was your way of flirting with the vampire.

Whenever you'd look at the older woman, you'd wonder what could happen if you just did it. If you just confessed, what would happen?

If you just stood up and made a silent confession, would she even look at you the same?

That's all you could think about as you stood in the large kitchen that had been left alone by all of Alcina's chefs who had gone home for Christmas break. You shuffled through all of the ingredients that rested in the large pantry to find every single ingredient for the chocolate chip cookies you were about to make.

"One O'clock..." You muttered, lifting your head softly to look at the large grandfather clock near the exit of the room you were in before looking at the darkness outside caused by the night, smiling in determination before getting to work.

Your brain was all over the place, and your heart rate was higher than normal due to how quickly you were trying to make the Christmas desserts for your favorite girls.

Swiftly hiking up your Colette dress, you got to work mixing each ingredient in the silver bowls in your hands, laughing each time flour or sugar would fly up into your face. But unbeknownst to you, Alcina was just as awake as you, listening to your heartbeat with her enhanced hearing.

Minutes passed as you busied yourself by finishing off the dough. Using a nearby cookie scoop to place each ball on the parchment paper, you hummed your favorite Christmas carol to yourself, still unaware of the woman listening in.

"What on earth is she doing?" The golden-eyed woman asked out loud, standing up and wrapping a silk black robe slightly against her underwear-clothed frame.

Alcina moved slowly through the castle, checking up on each of her daughters before finally walking towards the kitchen where she heard your heartbeat and other movements.

"What is that smell?" She whispered to herself, pausing in her tracks once she saw you in the kitchen, taking the cookies off of the tray and putting them on a large plate before writing a note next to it.

Standing there, you smiled softly yet proudly as you placed the now empty tray in the marble sink, your eyebrows furrowing once you felt an overwhelming presence behind you.

"Draga mea?" Alcina finally asked you, her tone questioning rather than upset, sharply watching every one of your movements.

You immediately froze up, your eyes shooting wide open.

"My lady- I-" You blushed, turning around, pulling down the skirt of your uniform. "I'm so sorry I just- Please forgive me!" You exclaimed with a shaky voice.

"Y/n I-"

"I'm so sorry I didn't mean to wake you! Please forgive me I'll leave!" You ran off, genuinely terrified that the woman you loved would possibly resent you.

Alcina quickly grabbed you, pinning you up against her body, electing a gasp from your body.

"Draga mea, be good and stay still," The black-haired woman said sternly, turning you around to squat down in front of you.

"Yes M-"

"Also none of that, you will call Alcina," Her eyes narrowed. "Now tell me what you were doing,"

"Making cookies for the girls and you... I've just...never seen you or your daughters celebrate Christmas as long as I've been here, and I wanted to give you the special holiday you deserve since you guys can't go out in the cold," You explained, shutting your eyes as your head fell to face the floor.

"Oh Y/n," Alcina cooed, pulling your chin up to face her. "Why would you care so much? After all, I'm just your boss,"

"But you aren't," You sniffled, wiping a single tear from your eyes.

"What do you mean Draga?" The maiden asked, "Don't cry, it's okay, just tell me," She assured you.

"You're more than an employer to me Alci! I love you! And I wanted some way to show it!" You finally confessed, your legs nearly giving out on you from the weight lifted off your chest.

You felt her golden eyes pierce through you, and before she could even speak, you did.

"I'll leave if it makes you uncomfortable I'm sor-"

Your words were cut off by Alcina pressing her lips against your own, squeezing at your body softly, trying to take all of you at once. Her lips were soft and plump, and she tasted delicious and addictive.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that Y/n," She smiled softly before pressing a kiss to your neck.

"Are you serious Alci?" You asked meekly, to which the woman in front of you nodded.

"I've never been it any more than I am right now," Alcina nodded, grabbing a cookie off the plate before taking a bite. "Besides, how could I pass up a good baker like you to be my partner?" She chuckled.

You laughed softly, before pulling her into another kiss, tasting the fruits of your labor in her.

"I think this may be the best Christmas I've ever had, and it's all thanks to you, Y/n," The golden-eyed woman looked at you with adoration, before taking your hand in hers. "Why don't we make it even better and you come to my bedroom with me? We can have more of your cookies when it's a reasonable time to be up,"

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-Akira

[erzsebetrosztoczy]

Would you do a NSFW-alphabet with Aegon & Daemon also? I absolutely loved your Aemond-work!!

Hello Nonny! I'm delighted that you enjoyed my Aemond fic, I plan to write many more! 🥰 Your wish to be completed, I bring you Aegon II Targaryen for second and I'll do Daemon's soon as well 😊

𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The crown prince lives a very scandalous and carefree life, he cares little to none about the opinion of others. Therefore his nights with you are just for the entertainment of you two. Here it's not the question of "your a fling or a paramour" of his – the importance in his actions comes from whether he loves you or you were just an adventure for him. If he cared only about the sex, he'll most likely ignore you afterwards, maybe thanks you for your hard work, but he'll be ready to forget about you and the night, ready to jump jnto the next one.

When Aegon loves someone he'll make sure to show it to the person, show it to the court, show it to the whole world, shrugging at the consequences. He loves laying in bed with his lover; sily, lazy chatting and giggles, he'll caress your form, confessing to you over and over again how enchanted he is with you. He most likely would like you to clean up after you and him as well, then he can finally draw you on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around you, still in post-coital bliss.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of their and also their partner’s)

Prince Aegon's favorite part of you is your bottom half – he just can't get enough of it. Some swift glances at your passing form on a festive, watching as your hips wave along with the soft silk of your dress; how he can grab you by the ass and pick you up, how he can hold onto your hips while thrusting into you. Aegon loves to handle your body, so soft and warm under his touch, always needing more of it.

He's most proud of his unruly curls, and his handsome face – Aegon decided he won't follow the "traditional" family look- Targaryen men famous for their long, neatly combed hair, he would rather show -in his appearance as well- that he's rebelling against his family's wishes and expectations, going after his own head. He likes his lips or rather his mouth, how smoothly he can sweep the ladies off of their feet only with his words, how painfully desirable your sounds are when he's eating you out.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He's The Prince, his wishes are commands for his servants – Aegon doesn't not need to face consequences of his actions most of the time so why would he be careful with you, when passion drives him? Aegon almost always finishes inside of your cunt, wanting your walls to milk out as much of him as possible. He doesn't care if his seed would sprout in your womb, this is why they have maesters around the Red Keep. It will be up to you, if you would want to keep his child and raise a bastard of his or drink the offered moon tea to avoid scandals.

On rare occasions, either when Aegon is rather very invested in his fun or when his mind fogged with drinks; he'll experiment a little bit, spilling his seed on your stomach or ass, just to watch the mess he created.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Aegon would love to have an orgy with you, where he can be both spectator and fuck whoever he wants. To get drunk and just let himself lose- he can have anyone there, anyhow and no one would bat an eye on him wanting too much and too many. Bodies twisting together in sweat and pleasure, unable to determine where one's starts and the other's ends.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aegon could be his uncle's successor of the title - Lord Flea Bottom; except Aegon would be King of it based on his frequent visits to King's Landing most extravagant brothels.

With you, he'll need only a few - around two- nights to know your body like the back of his hand, to play it so precisely and effectively. The whores- who he laid with in his youth taught him well, knowing a woman's body so well, maybe you, yourself didn't know everything your body can do and feel as he showed you night after night. Aegon knows what he's doing and if he wants to, he can completely destroy you in moments; you'll come hard for him before you could notice it.

F = Favourite position

He loves when you ride him in reversed cowgirl for many reasons. Aegon has to do almost nothing, and still getting off from you, he can hold your ass an hips, grabbing them as he pleases, if he wants to, he only needs to reach up to hold your bouncing breasts, and the best part for him is that he can watch his cock disappear into your heat every time you sink back onto him. Other favorite of his when he can fuck you from behind as you stand, pushing you to the wall or table, he has easy access both to your ass to slap it occasionally, and reaching to the front- to your clit to play with you as he rails you.

G = Goofy (are they serious in the moment? are they goofy?)

Oh this prince loves dissolving tension with laughter. It's music to his ears when he can hear your giggles between pants and moans, as your laughter turns into a ragged cry when he hits your cervix. Aegon prefers sex with conversation, or at lsast somekind of talk while doing the act, solely the sounds you make, when he hears skin slapling on skin doesn't fires him up that much, it can get quite repetative or even boring for him if you won't show any new noises after a while.

So he likes to have a banter, even while balls deep in you, no matter how gibberish you are he'll talk nonstop to you. Compliment, comments, jokes or cursing he'll never shut his mouth and he's even more eased if you join him - your voice ragged and stuttering, pausing in sentences as he thrust into you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

The prince -surprisingly- has body hair only in a few places – a little on his chest, arms, legs and loin. Aegon had a very thin line of happy tail but it's barely noticeable, so he tends to shave it because he thinks this way his looks match his whole being a little bit more. He's neat down there, keeping everything in order because he fucks so much, Aegon got used to maintaining his looks.

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in bed?)

He can be very romantic if he wants to be. For example when he wants to impress you, seduce you he'll do many romantic things from the foreplay to the very end.

Aegon is a master in courting ladies, he knows every rule how to capture a woman's heart (and cunt) with his actions outside the bed. If you're really important to him, you'll melt from his sweet talk – Aegon doesn't look much of a poet, but he did learn a few even if only for the sake of getting under a woman's skirt.

He's not touch starved – quite the opposite- but he, in fact, love-starved. He craves affection both from verbal reassurance and physical touches. Tell him sweet things, how lovely he is, how amazing he's doing, how much you love him – stroke his ego too. Cuddle him afterwards, pet his hair, kiss his temple and he'll keep you by his side forever. This can be seen as almost a motherly affection that he craves, but if you give him what he needs he'll make sure you stay, won't ever let go of someone like you, who cares for him.

J = Jack off (how often do they masturbate)

He- if not all the time, almost always lusts for a good fucking. Your times with him happen very often, there's not a day the prince wouldn't call you to his chamber. If for some reason you're not available, or any woman he would like to lay with, Aegon will masturbate no matter the time of day or what he's supposed to do, where he's supposed to be. He will imagine your tight cunt, your mouth, your hands on him, how you look - mind fucked out of you, the sounds you make.

To hold the pleasure as long as possible, he'll edge himself stopping when he's about to come, waiting a few moments to calm himself, just so he can build his pleasure up all over again.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He loves watching you fuck yourself on his bed, as he sits across the room pumping his cock in his grasp. It tingles his mind, kind of amazes him that you two won't touch the other even a bit, and it's still like he's fucking you. And the sight of you playing with yourself just adds to the scene.

Aegon is skillful in making you beg for him, edging you (and with this all, himself) until it seems you can't take it any longer, only to push you somehow even further. It entertains him if he can play with your orgasm, only allowing you to come when he wants you to.

L = Location (favourite place to do the do)

His preferred place is his chambers, there's everything that might be needed for your time together, and he can hide from the public there. If he really doesn't want anyone to know about his business with you, he'll take you to his favorite brothel, where it's easy to buy sealed lips, blind eyes and deaf ears.

M = Motivation (what turns them on?)

Aegon has a dirty mind, he can get going almost by anything you do, because in his mind every move of yours can be turned into something erotic for him. Once you attended a hunting with him and that night in his tent there wasn't much of sleeping – he barely could concentrate on the task ahead of him during the hunt; seeing you mount your horse it was similar how you use to ride him, so when the Sun finally drove down he made you ride his cock over and over again.

N = No (something they won’t do, turn offs)

He would like to embarrass you in any case, nor to reveal your relationship to the people around him. He cared little for their comment, but he knew it would be different towards you, who were not protected by royal titles. Anything that could seriously be dangerous is out of the window, he doesn't want you to get hurt because of him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

The prince is generous in giving, just as much as he likes receiving it, therefore one of his most prefered solutions for this case is to have you on top of him, his face buried in your juices as he eats you out, while you're leaning down, sucking his cock. With this position he likes to take control over your moves, if he nudges you forward both of you will feel the effect of it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual)

Aegon often loses himself in the act, chasing more wanting to feel more from it, so he- indirectly- will increase speed over time, until it becomes so intense you wonder how the bed is still in one piece under you. He can be gentle, but Aegon tends to lean into a bit rougher category, if not with touches, then with his demanding speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often, etc)

He's down for a quick fuck anytime. Sneaking you out of a celebration to have you bend over a table in the kitchen after he ordered everyone out? Yes.

Grabbing you by the wrist to pull you away, pushing you down to your knees to push his cock down your throat? Yes.

Fingering you until you're shaking while walking in the gardens? Yes.

Pushing you onto his cock, to ride him while the two of you travel by carriage? Yes.

He'll fuck you anytime if he sees a chance to it, somewhat keeping it secret from the people around you as much as he can.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

If it won't endanger either of you or your image at court, Aegon is ready for anything. Most likely he will be the one to propose a new position, a new way, a new game that he knows of, but will hear you out and do anything you want to do. He won't push his agenda on you too harshly, but you need to be prepared, because he lets go of his desires very slowly and can be rather pushy for what he wants.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

As much as his body lets him. He wants to fill you as many times as he's able to, but if his cock isn't ready yet for another round, he'll make up for it for you with his hands or tongue, making you cum for him as many times as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on their partners or themselves?)

He won't oppose them, but he prefers to use them on you rather than on himself. At one point he would want to try fucking you're ass with a dildo, while he's cockwarming your pussy, just to see how long you can take it. He's not that enthusiastic about ropes and bondages, it holds down too much motion for his liking.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease and edge, it makes him amused how you struggle under his touch for release, and will be thrilled if you want to tourcher him with your teasing. He can do cockwarming for quite a long time, not letting you move on his dick until he orders otherwise. Seeing you pout and whine, and struggle is so much fun for him, and he thinks you look adorable.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

When he's deep inside you, or his tip hitting the back of your throat; you will hear the sluttiest moans from him. Aegon is very vocal, moaning and panting instructions, orders and praises and when he's near his release he'll heave and grunt in such ways it makes your cunt throb with need.

W = Wild card (random headcanon)

He wants to come on your face so badly. Aegon often fantasizes about cumming on your pretty face, his seed spilling down from your cheeks after you sucked him off. It would look so arousing, but he's too afraid to ask you about it, thinking it's too much even for you to do. Therefore when you give him a head and he's near coming, Aegon closes his eyes to imagine him pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop, only to release all over your face.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Aegon is around 14 cm but what he might lack in length, his thickness will compromise it. His cock when fully erect, curves upwards slightly, but that just makes it easier to hit your spot when you're on all fours for him. His veins can bulge out prominently, you can feel them throb when you're still caressing him even after he's fully hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Aegon is the perfect man if you have a high libido, because he has an enormous amount of it as well. He will want to have you all the time, to touch you, hear you, smell you, taste you. He acts almost addicted to you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Because he put almost all of his energy into sex Aegon will fall asleep like you hit his head with a rock. After you settle down in the bed, and he cuddles you up, you soon hear his soft snoring, his weight completely put onto you, but it's not uncomfortable, rather calming.

[lovestruckspider]

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

hiya Wifi, i saw your post and really hope you feel better soon!

reader with FL who always always always brings you little things and gifts. though childe will always present you with grand things like expensive dresses and silks, jewelry and crystals and snacks from abroad, FL is the one who'll go on a walk and come back with his arms full of things that remind him of you.

he brings you the most darling flowers - even if they're only weeds - and wraps them in delicate little ribbons: a small bouquet. (you press them and keep them right with all the other small bookmarks you've made with his help.) he picks seashells from along the shore and pretty pebbles from the riverside, tucking them in his palms and letting them roll onto the table in front of you once he gets back.

this one's the color of your eyes, he tries to tell you, tugging you towards a mirror and holding it up to your face. this one's your favorite color. these would be so pretty on the path leading up to your house. somehow, you always understand what he's trying to say. you have the first pebble, the color of your eyes, made as the pendant of a necklace and you wear it as often as you can. the second pebble (which isn't really your favorite color, but it's a close enough shade and honestly, you might as well just change your favorite color to it anyway) is kept in your nightstand. and when FL steps out the door on his next little stroll along the countryside, he finds that the path to your house has been lengthened and is now a few pebbles and bits of gravel longer than it was before.

wait hang on hold on give me a minute this made me cry-

the Adepti have long grown used to catching glimpses of a horned Abyss creature wandering the shoreline, his crimson-plated face glinting in the light of the setting sun. he's not hurting anyone at all- just the opposite, in fact, his arms full of trinkets and bits and bobs that he thinks you might like- it's endearing, in his own Abyssal way (Cloud Retainer refuses to confess to helping him find the shiniest rock or most vibrant seashell). everything that glints, everything that blooms, everything that catches his eye reminds Legacy of you and your kind, gentle heart, working too long and too hard every day to keep the both of you safe. so he brings you everything that makes him happy, in hopes that it will make you happy as well, that it will ease the exhaustion in your eyes just slightly. he comes home with a little bit of the world in his claws and waits for you to finish work, watching your pen move intently from a corner of the room, and once he hears that customary sigh and your chair being pushed back, he hops up and sweeps you into his arms, tugging you away to cuddle

it's here that he shows you all the items he gathered, curling around your body and nudging them into your hands. see? see? this rock is smooth and round, like the ones you skip into the sea. this flower is from one of your favorite tea blends, and this leaf is all alight with fiery colors and warmth, like the comforting embers of your voice. Legacy trills and coos to you, trying to explain each and every reason, and he purrs deeply when he sees how gently you handle each object, not wanting to tear or rip anything. there's a small smile on your face and a twinkle in your eyes as you thank him, coming up with some way to use every item he brought home. the gravel dotting the path to your house becomes infinitely more colorful, the occasional chunk of rough crystal or cor lapis poking through. the leaves and flowers are pressed and slipped into a large, leather-bound book filled with dried blossoms and greenery, or even made into bookmarks and decorations. you make jewelry out of the smaller bits of glittering stone Legacy somehow finds, playfully putting a bracelet onto one of his horns and watching him tilt and shake his head to get it off- you have a matching pair of bracelets, actually, one for him and one for you

Legacy knows he's done well when he sees you smile, relaxed and easy, and with a rumble he pulls you close and gives you a tight hug, holding the one he adores most

[babsybabydrabbles]

Aloe Vera

Cross-posted to my ao3: Cepheid_Variable

Beetlejuice x Reader: You get sunburned, and Beetlejuice wants to help. Massage + love confessions = smut because duh.

You swore you put sunscreen on. Other people had helped you put sunscreen on. You put sunscreen on. So why the ever-loving-HELL were you burned all over?! Your face, shoulders, and back all burned like a thousand tiny needles were poking into your back. Every single thing that touched you hurt. All you wanted was to get home and sleep. Cool silk sheets sounded absolutely amazing. 

You opened the door to your apartment to be greeted by your overenthusiastic roommate, Beetlejuice, jumping on top of you and wrapping you in a bear hug. “I missed you SO much, babes you wouldn’t believe how much I missed you I was so BORED-” He ranted and yelled, but you only responded with a gasp and yelp. He pulled back immediately, knowing those sounds meant pain. “Babes? What’s wrong? Wait why is your face all red oh my god did you get slapped or some shit babes did you get in a fight cuz that’s super badass but I mean are you okay oh my-” You put your hand over his mouth. The concern was cute, but goddamn it was annoying sometimes.

“I got sunburned, Beej. Calm down. It just hurts if you put pressure anywhere on… this.” You turned around to show him your fiery back, and he grimaced.

“That looks… not fun.” He grumbled. You nodded. Sighing, you stretched your arms above your head.

“I need to head to bed, BJ. I’m exhausted from being out in the sun all day long. If you need me, I’ll be bathing in ice cubes and aloe for the rest of the day,” you groaned. Heading towards your room, you felt an icy cold hand on your shoulder. You hissed, and then melted into the feeling.

“Y’know I’m dead, right? I could cool ya off if y’know what I mean,” he said with a wink. You chuckled, and leaned into his hand. “What’s this aloe shit you were talking about?”

***

Holy. Fucking. Cheeseballs. Who knew that Beetlejuice, the loudest, clingiest, scariest pervert in the world could give massages? His cool hands and the aloe gel combined were so soothing and you felt like you were going to sink right into a deep sleep.

For context, Beetlejuice had grabbed the bottle of aloe gel as soon as you had spoken, snapped you into your bed (complete with silk sheets - pretty sure you didn’t own those before) facedown with shorts and a tank top. He was settled above you, knees on either side of your hips, gently smoothing the gel into your burn. Every time he pressed against a bundle of muscle, you had to hold back embarrassingly loud groans. After an hour of discomfort this was an absolute godsend. His rough but cool hands smoothed over the center of your back, making your eyelids flutter. You sank into the bed with every movement, falling into a sleepy trance. It was so quiet, only the sounds of you breathing and Beetlejuice concentrating. He pressed up against a particularly hard knot in your shoulder, and you hissed under your breath.

“Ah, sorry, angel. Lemme try and get this knot out,” Did he just call me angel? That’s adorable. He worked his thick fingers between the muscle, kneading it out gently. You felt the release throughout your whole neck, and you let out an unabashed moan.

“Oh, holy shit, Beej, that feels so good,” You whispered breathily. He paused in his ministrations, and then continued again. More small whimpers escaped you as the relief flooded through your veins. You heard Beej’s breath stutter behind you. “What’s up, BJ?” You asked, confused.

“Uh, nothin’ angel, I just - I mean I uh…” He trailed off. Okay, seriously, what’s wrong with him? You began to turn over as he spoke, causing him to shift above you. “Maybe you just need to stop makin’ those noises, babes. They’re, uh, not exactly PG, huh?” He chuckled weakly. Your face lit up like a firecracker, seeing his bright pink hair and hearing his words. You noticed that he was being all shifty, wiggling back and forth, and-

Oh.

A very prominent bulge pressed into your stomach where Beej sat. He realized that you realized that he had an… issue, and he blushed a bright green. He began stuttering and moving off of you, trying to hide his face.

“Uh, sorry babes, I’ll just, uh, go now, uh, I’m so sorry, I-” he stuttered out, hair turning yellow and purple. Your heart broke at the sight, and you reached out your hand and grabbed his wrist. He stopped in his tracks, looking at you with shocked eyes. What are you doing?!

“Beej, it’s okay. Promise. It was a totally natural reaction, and it was partly my fault,” You chuckled awkwardly, feeling your face heat up even more. What the hell were you supposed to say? “I’m flattered by your obvious boner because I am totally down to fuck”? “Actually it’d be great if that was caused by me because I like you an unhealthy amount for a dead roommate”? So. Screwed. You looked up to his face, seeing that his eyes were glued to your hand. “Honestly, Beej, it’s kinda, uhm, flattering.” His head whipped to yours as you turned your face into the pillow. What the shit are you doing?! He’s going to think you’re such a weirdo!

“Babes?” You shook your head. “Angel, c’mon, look at me.” You whined and shoved your face deeper into the pillow, muffling a pitiful ‘no’. “Angel,” He said, a little more forcefully, “Look at me.” You shook your head again. You felt a hand grabbing your chin, pulling it to look at him. You whined in protest, scrunching your eyes shut. You heard a growl from above you. All the sudden, lips were on your lips and your eyes flew open in surprise. Beetlejuice met your gaze, pulling away slowly.

“Babes, I need you to look me in the eye and tell me you meant what you just said. Because if you did, I’m gonna rock your world so hard you’re not gonna walk straight for a week,” His hair was almost a forest green, so he meant business. You blushed at his words. “Cuz I really like you, dollface. More than just your sweet ass or your nice rack,” Okay, really? I thought this was going to be sweet? “I like you. The you that worries about me when I’m out and I do the same for. The you that cooks for me even though I can’t eat and doesn’t get mad when I put bugs in your hair. I really, really like you, angel.” He finished and took a deep breath, sitting back on his haunches above you. He nodded as if to say ‘Done with that bullshit’. He looked down at you and cocked his head, raising an eyebrow. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Everything is about to change.

“I mean it, BJ. I really really like you a lot, too. And I would be flattered if you rocked my wo-” Not even letting you finish, he cut you off with a kiss. His hands roamed up your sides, gently caressing your shoulders. He kissed down your neck, leaving marks as he went. He bit down, causing you to gasp. Your hands snuck to his hips, where you grasped at the soft flesh. One hand wandered to his crotch and palmed against his boner. He groaned and rested his forehead against yours.

“You have no idea how long I’ve imagined this, babes.” He whispered breathlessly. You ran your unoccupied hand through his magenta hair, smiling at the effects you’d caused. “Like what you see, dollface? I sure do. Maybe, though…” His fingers pulled at the edge of your tank top. “I could see more?” You nodded. With a snap, both of you were completely naked, and his cock seeped onto your bare stomach and hand. You squealed and your face turned dark red. I thought he meant just my TOP!! Beej just laughed at your reaction. You scowled.

“Two can play at that game, mister,” You growled. Before he even had a chance to react, you squeezed and jerked his dick. Hard. A high-pitched strangled moan squeaked its way out of Beej’s throat, and he slammed his head into the mattress beside you. You heard a very jumbled ‘fuck’ beside you, followed by a loud whine. You giggled softly, continuing to stroke him. He growled at your amusement to his reaction, pulling back to look you in the eye.

“Dick.” He muttered.

“Mine.” You responded, squeezing him again. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaned, and pulled out of your grasp. You pouted, but he ignored you. Grabbing your calves, he lifted them over his shoulders and pressed his mouth to the inside of your knee. You whined, and he bit down in protest, sucking and leaving a dark mark. He kissed his way down your thigh, nibbling and biting as he went. His fingers brushed the sensitive skin right next to your entrance, making you gasp. He gently stroked his fingers through your slick. Pumping one and then two fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb. You jolted, and he responded by making a ‘come hither’ motion and you moaned. He brought his fingers to his mouth, holding your gaze the whole time. His hair was dark magenta as he licked and slurped the wetness he gathered. He smirked.

“Sweet lil’ pussy’s so wet for me, huh, doll? A dead guy really gets ya goin’ that much?” You huffed. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Not so much of an angel now, huh?” You went to grab his hair to pull him down, but he caught your wrist. “Not so fast, babes,” He chuckled. With yet another snap, you were on your forearms and knees, fully displayed for Beetlejuice. You squeaked and tried to lift yourself up, but his hand met the back of your neck, pushing you back down. “Stay right there, babes. Damn, that’s a pretty image,” He spoke, stroking and squeezing your ass.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You muttered bitterly. I mean, c’mon! I wanna see him too! You heard a camera shutter. “Hey!”

“What? I’m just doing what you told me to,” You could hear the fucking smirk. You wiggled your hips just slightly, and his cool hand left your neck to stroke up and down your heated back. “Like you’re blushin’ all over for me, babes.” With no warning, he shoved two thick fingers into your entrance, curling them to hit your g-spot perfectly. You arched your back and reached your arms above your head to grab the pillow, moaning and whining. “There she is. Perfect lil’ kitten. Ready for the big finale, babes?” He leaned up to whisper in your ear, biting and sucking the hollow of your neck. You nodded. He chuckled. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Please, Beej,” You whined. He shook his head, pulling back as he curled his fingers again.

“Please what? I’m not a mind-reader, babes.” You growled at him, but it became strangled when he twisted his hand in just the right way.

“Please fuck me ‘til I can’t walk straight, please BJ I nee-” He wrapped one hand around the front of your neck, effectively cutting you off. He pulled you up slightly, just enough so that there’s pressure against your windpipe and your back is arched perfectly. He rutted against your entrance, sliding against your slit and brushing your clit with each pass. Your thighs jolted, and your hips leaned back onto him. Slowly, he pushed until he was fully inside you, and you both let out a sigh of relief. It felt so right. You turned your head in Beej’s grasp and met his lips in a searing kiss. You circled your hips against his and he growled. With one hand grasping your neck and one on your hip, he began to thrust slow and deep. You let your head fall back onto his shoulder and grabbed at his hair with your hands. 

His thrusts became faster and faster and before long you were back facedown on the mattress, Beej’s erratic thrusts shoving you down. Both his hands bruised your hips and you let him use you.

“Fuck, kitten, I can’t last much longer,” He groaned. You shook your head (well, as much as you could while being pushed into the mattress).

“Me neither, Lawrence.” Full stop. It felt like time froze completely.

“What did you just call me?” He growled in your ear.

“Isn’t that your name? Lawrence?” He moaned, and you felt his dick twitch inside you.

“Again.”

“Lawrence,” you moaned. He thrusted once, as deep as he could go. “Fuck! Lawrence,” you yelled. He did it again, harder. “I can’t - fuck, wait -” He continued. You felt the knot in your stomach get tighter. You weren’t going to last much longer. “Shit, oh my - please, please -”

“Perfect lil’ kitten, ah shit - love you so much -” He growled into your ear. He leaned back, rolling his hips a few more times.

“Dammit! Fuck - love you - Beetlejuice!” You screamed as you finished. He pulled out at the last second, spilling his seed all over your back as he groaned. A camera shutter echoed throughout the room. You scowled over your shoulder at his cheeky grin. “Clean me up, asshole.” You grumbled, collapsing onto your stomach. He laughed and demon-magicked it off. He climbed up to lay beside you, pulling you to lay on his chest. You wrapped a leg over his in an effort to get even closer.

“Did you mean it?” You whispered, not quite meeting his eyes. He made a small ‘hm?’ in response. “Do you really love me?” He tensed. “Because I love you. And I’d hate if that wasn’t reciprocated,” You got quieter with every word. He lifted your chin to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“Of course I meant it, angel. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’d be an idiot not to fall in love.” He whispered back. With a smile on both faces and a satiated sexual appetite (for now), the two of you took a nap. The details of your relationship could be discussed later.

For now, cuddles with the Ghost with the Most.

[ro-aming]

Confessions in The Valley, Stardew valley heart event scenarios :)

Hellooo this is a colleciton of fics of how the stardew valley bachelor/etts would confess to you after reahcing full hearts. I think there needs to be more stradew fics:>. The first 3 chapters are old that i wrote like 2 years ago but I'll write the rest after positng these! Lemme know what bachelor you wanna see next<3

(sorry idk know how to format text posts very well)

 What a long day jeez…

You'd just finished up another long day on the farm. You'd barely left the property all day. Too many fences to fix and crops to water, not to mention the amount of debris you had to clear. Damn, maybe that golden clock is worth it. You wiped the sweat from your brow as you walked down the stone path of town square. At least the sun setting has granted you some peace from the harsh summer heat. The pavement quickly turned to plush sand beneath your feet as you headed down from the mayor's front yard, your steps illuminated by the warm buzzing lamppost. Elliot makes good company on nights like these. Bright nights after tiring days and you could just sit and talk with him and Leah, or even willy, until exhaustion crashes over you like the waves surrounding the valley.

  “Hey Farmer!!” Leah spots you from around the corner of Elliot's house and greets you cheerily. She's definitely drunk, holding a bottle of wine you gifted her and chuckling a little too loud. She's a dear friend of yours, you feel truly lucky to be so welcomed in this town especially by such warm faces. Leah wastes no time wrapping you in a hug dragging you to the bench where Elliot sits, staring at you both with a gentle smile.

  “Evening Farmer,” Elliot gazes at you patting the open spot next to him allowing you and Leah to take a seat by his side. “Day treating you well I hope?”.

  “Hey Elliot!” You beam at him scooting close with Leah at your left and Elliot on your right. Leah passes the open bottle to you, offering you a drink. “My day has been well, tiring but I managed” you chuckle taking a swig of the bitter fruit wine. Letting the alcohol warm your throat and flush your skin. It's simple to be here with them. You all laugh and catch up talking about your weeks for a couple hours. Leah's eyes light up under their drunken haze as she describes in detail her newest sculpture. Neither you nor Elliot can avoid giggling at her when she stumbles over her words, she's easily excitable especially when drunk.

  “I haven't gotten much writing done this week,” Elliot interjects the smooth convo to share what's on his mind. “I don't really know why, but I feel…distracted I suppose. Normally writing is of the utmost importance in my mind. Though lately I haven't been able to think of much at all.” He stares at his feet with an embarrassed half smile. You peek at him quizzically wondering to yourself how much this has really been bothering him. Elliot takes his writing very seriously. It's like his life force and he's not easy on himself when success doesn't come to him.

 Leah snakes her hand behind your back to lay on Elliot's shoulder, gently patting the silk button up covering his skin. “Aw Elliot c'mon you don't need to be so down about that,” She leans forward and exchanges a quick glance with him. You can't quite see it but in a span of two seconds they seem to have an entire conversation with their eyes. Leah looks at him slightly questioning and Elliot nods softly. “You're probably tired man, you'll get back into the swing you know that, Right Farmer?” She throws you into the conversation making you lose your focus on their silent debate of facial expressions.

  “Y-yes of course, you're probably just burnt out Elliot. I mean you can't expect to have your creativity at 100 percent every day” You smile at him hoping to reassure his worries, it seems to work at least on the surface.

  “Welp!” Leah stands up suddenly stretching her back and arms. “I'm headed home for the night, I have an important call tomorrow I really shouldn't be hung over for '' Leah giggles to herself at her comment before patting your head. “Take care, you two G'night ''.

  “ Night Leah ” You and Elliot speak in unison as she saunters off, still cheery as ever. You hope she can get home without tripping in the dirt hehe. A silence falls over you two as you lean back with your palms on the hardwood, staring out at the sea. Bright lights decorate the blanket of night sky glaring off the ocean and casting a glow in your eyes. You can see Elliot staring at you from your peripheral. He does that a lot lately.

 While you're in the library together gathering books to share with Penny and the kids, or while you're picking pomegranates from your tree for him. You'll catch him staring at you silently, though the warmth in his eyes says quite a lot. You normally don't pay it mind, thinking of it as just your wishful thinking or fantastical mind being corrupted by a beautiful set of emerald eyes. Right now however…as you gaze out at the ocean you can't help the warmth pooling in your gut as he stares at you like you're the brightest star he's ever seen.

  “When you moved here, Farmer,” he breaks the silence suddenly, now fully facing you. “Were you scared? Or perhaps lonely?'' What a strange question you think as you giggle out loud leaning into his shoulder as laughter lights up your face. You couldn't help it, just such a brash question out of nowhere. “H-hey! Don't laugh jeez!” he blushes but laughs with you anyways. He doesn't embarrass easily, his pride keeps him quite sturdy.

  “Sorry it just…seems like such a silly question coming from you of all people '' You look up into his eyes as you're against his shoulder. It crosses your mind that you may be too close right now but you can't bring yourself to care

  “Why is that silly?’ He asks feigning offense while smiling at you

  “Elliot you gave up a lot more than I did coming out here” Your hand falls into his lap as you straighten up a bit “You know better than anyone that it takes a little bravery to get to what makes you happy. So of course I was scared but I didn't really have much to lose to begin with. Coming here was my only chance to make things right so even if I was scared it couldn't be worse than where I already was.” You peer back at the ocean reflecting, like the stars, on how you felt coming here the first time. Unlike Elliot who risked his previous way of life, you really did have nothing. You barely made enough money to pay rent and certainly did not meet many friendly faces in the city.

  “And as for loneliness…I was at first. I was nervous that such a small community wouldn't react well to outsiders and even still sometimes I wonder who really likes me.” You feel the air chill your skin and send shivers up your spine. Elliot takes notice and gently wraps his arm around your mid back. “But I have you don't I?” his eyes widened at your comment, only slightly. He stares down at you trying to detect the intent behind what you said. You watch his cheeks grow red and you don't think it's from the cold.

  A smirk paints itself across his face,  “Now look who's saying silly things.” He teases. Your face grows bright red and a wave of soberness suddenly crashes on you as you recoil from his touch, fixing your posture. He looks disappointed.

  “W-well c'mon you know what I meant!” you stutter over your words as butterflies fill your tummy. Your hand still sits in his lap and he's taken hold of it now stroking the back of your hand with his thumb as he looks away. His usual composed nature, it's completely broken down right now. That slightly arrogant tone in his voice that carries his confident words and elegant speech patterns…none of that is here anymore. Instead he holds your hand tight and refuses to meet your eyes and he's blushing. A ridiculously bright shade of red. “Elliot I- what's-?”

  “When i moved here,” He spoke again, squeaking out his words. “ I wasn't scared, or if I was , I didn't let myself feel it. I knew what I wanted. I wanted to turn against what everyone has pushed on me my whole life” his confidence was slowly seeping back into his words “That i needed to look for a real job, a real purpose. I should just find a wife and a good paying job and settle down. My family would constantly chastise me with that crap.” It felt unusual to hear him swear like that. You held his hand in yours tight as you watched a gloss come over his eyes as they watered.

  “I couldn't ever shake the feeling that I was meant to create something. That my purpose was to have my words mean something to someone.” He peers at you again as his hair falls around his face framing his intense expression. “But lately, I've been distracted by my feelings. The more I adjust to life here, the more I wish to seek out temporary fixes for my own bitter feelings. Joys like friendship and learned skills and…love” Your eyes widen slightly shocked before lowering again in slight disappointment. Is he in love with someone? Is that why he's so bothered lately?.

“I didn't want to let myself get too close to others. For some reason I felt like if I didn't do this alone, if I didn't become successful on my own, that all my work would be undermined again. Or that other people would be a distraction from what i was meant to be doing.” His hand slides from your palm to your forearm as he turns to fully face you. You're leaned against his chest staring up at his eyes that are illuminated by the stars. He's gazing at you now and your heart throbs. What is he saying? “But my friends…and you have shown me lately that, if I were to try to do this on my own, not only would I fail, I'd sink into a lonely misery. Despair would destroy me and I'd become exactly what everyone expected of me. I know every great poet let their tragedy be the map to their creations, but my inspiration to continue. My inspiration to create and to smile and to learn… ” His unused hands take a gentle hold of your chin and his palms warm your cheek. “...Is you .” 

  “I've always loved the way you speak” you whisper now, leaning closer into his warm touch. Your heart sparks like a candle and the chilled air around you both blows the flame, steady and warm you remain under his gaze.

  “I've always loved you.” his grip on your jaw tightens as he tugs you forward, pulling your lips onto his. He's soft and delicate. With how passionate and charismatic his words are normally, he's surprisingly demure in the way he holds onto you. Like he's scared to break you. His lips continue to move against yours and he tastes faintly of cherry wine and salt. Everything around you is brighter than the moon shining down on the valley. You reluctantly serrate looking upon his disheveled face with mirth in your eyes and a smile playing on your now, tingling lips. “I want you to be my muse, now and for as long as you'll have me” The sincerity in his confession leaves you trembling. It felt so romantic to have his words directed at you this way. Yet so raw to be sitting on the beach half drunk in the middle of the night like this.

  You can't stop the giggle from leaving your mouth. You feel so relieved to know you are the fruits of his passion and desire. “I love you too, Elliot'' His smile grows exponentially and you pull him close to you again, Kissing him once more and already you feel the fondness of familiarity start to bloom. The moon shines down on the valley as a breeze blows through the trees lining the path where the town meets the coast. Distantly stars twinkle down on the sea and jellyfish glow beneath its surface. There's a soft light all around you and a brighter one burning inside you as Elliot keeps his lips against yours.

You reckon you'll stay down on the beach tonight, with Elliot, for as long as hell have you.

<3

I hope you enjoyed this ones my favorite :)

[adanima]

10 BL People That I Want Carnally

Tagged by @vegasandhishedgehog, thanks for tagging me!

(This is gonna be less than 10 because my watchlist is unfortunately short)

Vegas Theerapanyakul (KinnPorsche)

Yes, yes, I know. I'll give everyone a moment to recover from the shock.

What can I say? He's insane, he's a murderer, he's a plotter and a schemer, he's five thousand red flags wrapped in a beautiful silk shirt, like a monarch butterfly or something. He's also a big pathetic crybaby who will breakdown if you give him a hug. The magnitude of my want for him is unspeakable. Out of anyone on this list, this guy right here is the one I'm most likely to be rabid dog about.

(And to put everyone out of their anticipation - while Vegas is very much included in this list, Pete is very much not. As for why, I refer you to this post by @kissporsche et al.)

Yu Ziyuan (Mo Dao Zu Shi)

The MILF of all time. BAMF wielder of the most BAMF spiritual weapon. I would let her do so much to me. I would do so much for her. *dove cameron voice* I could be a better boyfriend husband than him. (Although, let's be honest, that's not a hard bar to clear.) Yu Ziyuan, Madame Yu, I am at your service.

Ramil (Vampire Project)

Yes, I know we only have a 3.5 minute trailer but that's all I need to know I want him. A vampire with hypnosis powers that looks like Boun? That's an absolute yes, please.

Todd (Not Me)

Ugh, look at him and his big teary eyes in an emotionally fraught scene.

Now, I must confess - I have not watched Not Me (yet! it's definitely going to happen one of these days). But, I've seen enough gifsets of this bad boy to know that he is one big red flag which is way more than enough to make me go 👀

Plus, I've seen where (I assume) he lives and I'd make a move on him just for the chance to be played around with in that pool, iykyk

SamMon (GAP)

Blatantly stealing this entry from vegasandhishedgehog's post: "I just want whatever is going on right here." Literally. No notes.

And that's a wrap! Tagging @lu-sn @chalkrevelations @nev-ertheless3 if you're interested!

[lady-lys]

Mine (Harry x MC) 16+

Takes place on Confession Day. Originally posted in Canals of Sensitivity.

Maybe I’ll finish this at a later time, I’m going to sleep now—

xxx

“I refuse.”

The words hit you hard, despite knowing it was coming. It was like a stab in the heart with a knife.

“I’m being honest with you. I don’t want to be with you.”

Now he was twisting said knife.

You felt so stupid. Why did you confess? You knew this was going to happen. So utterly stupid. This was a damn waste of your time and effort.

You closed the chat room without saying another word, turning your phone off entirely before walking into the bathroom. You regretted taking a look in the mirror as you passed by it. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying.

You hated crying and you felt as if he didn’t deserve your tears. You couldn’t help it though, you cried when you felt extreme emotions, and right now you felt angry.

Maybe later you’ll feel sad but right now you feel angry. At who, you weren’t sure. Maybe at yourself for being so stupid for confessing. Maybe at Piu-Piu for making you believe this was a good idea. Maybe at Harry for being so arrogant and cold.

You needed a distraction, so you turned on the shower and set the water temperature to cold. A shock is exactly what you need, and you need to cool off from the hot anger you felt.

You stayed in there until your body became numb from the cold, quickly drying yourself off and not bothering to put on any clothes before flopping down on your bed. You were emotionally exhausted and drifted off to sleep within seconds of your head meeting the pillow.

xxx

“Piu-Piu, why hasn’t she responded?”

Harry frowned as he waited half an hour now for your reply.

“I’m not able to locate her. Her device seems to be offline. Can you blame her though?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you broke her heart! The probability of love between you was a good 92% chance and now it’s down to 0%!”

“Ugh. I didn’t reject her because I don’t like her. I just didn’t want to mess up what we already have. But it seems like I already did.”

Harry thought back on his words. He would have explained his reasoning by now if you hadn’t left the chat abruptly. He had to explain himself.

“Tell me where she is.”

He paced around his hotel room, patience running thin.

“You know I can’t reveal tha—“

“I do not care. Talking to her is part of my life pattern and I’m about to lose her. I cannot lose her.”

“Well.. when you put it that way.”

xxx

Harry wasted no time summoning Big Guy to drive him to a location 20 minutes from the hotel he was staying at in the south part of the city.

“Do not wait for me. I will call you when I am done.”

Harry briefly informed Big Guy as he stepped out of the car and into the cold night.

“But sir—“

Harry closed the door on him before he could hear the rest of his sentence.

“What floor is she on?”

Harry whispered into his phone as he made his way across the quiet lobby and towards the elevators.

“Her last known location indicates she is on the third floor.”

Harry waited impatiently as the elevator made its way up the floors. As soon as the doors opened, he rushed out and into the long corridor of doors.

“Which one is it?”

“Keep going, keep goi— here! On your right.”

Harry firmly knocked on your door. No answer.

“Why isn’t she opening her door?”

“I’m not sure, I can’t detect her when her device is offline.”

He knocks again, contemplating throwing down the door, but before he could finish the thought, the door opens and reveals you. Wrapped in nothing but thin silk bed sheets.

“Mmm, what can I help you wi-“

A cute yawn escapes your lips mid sentence. It seems the situation hasn’t quite dawned on you, making Harry smirk.

“Hello, MC.”

The deep voice you have grown to know so well finally snaps you completely awake, your eyes shooting up to meet his.

“Wha-how did you find me?!”

You asked in disbelief. You must still be dreaming. This has got to be a dream.

“I forced Piu-Piu to help me find you. I had to explain myself, but you left the chat abruptly before I could.”

Harry spoke quietly, not wanting this private matter to be heard by any neighbors.

You had forgotten entirely about what had happened hours prior, and the realization fell on you like a bucket of ice water. Your shocked expression quickly turned into a scowl.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

You snapped, closing the door on him before he stopped it with his hand. There was no way you could close it now with his strength.

“Could you at least listen to me for a minute? I can’t lose you!”

His words shocked you, making you step back for a second. Harry took this as an opportunity to quickly make his way inside your apartment, locking the door behind him.

“Lose me? You never even had me!”

You shouted, gripping the silk sheets wrapped around you tighter. You only now noticed your clothing situation, or lack thereof. Harry was now able to check you out completely as you were no longer hiding behind the door. His eyes darkened.

“I refuse to lose you. You are mine.”

He said sternly as he took a step towards you. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his possessive words. No, you couldn’t let this slide. You wouldn’t let him get away with this.

“Yours? So now you want me?”

You scoffed, turning your face away from him. He made his way to you, grabbing your face and making you look up to him.

“I said I didn’t want to be with you.”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear before he continued.

“I never said I didn’t want you.”

Another shiver went down your back. You hope he didn’t notice the effect he is having on you. You grab his wrist and pull his hand away from your face, careful to not drop the sheets around your body with one hand.

“You’re too late now, Harry.”

You whisper back to him, before making your way to the door. He follows behind your every step.

“Now leave.”

You say coldly as you open the door for him, only for him to slam it back shut, an arm on either side of your head as he leans down so close to you that you can smell his expensive cologne.

“Listen to me, MC. I don’t want to ruin what we already have. I don’t want to add conflict and pressure. Why can’t you understand that what we already have is perfect?”

He glares down on you as you look up at him in shock. Anger slowly flares inside you.

“Isn’t it a little too late for you to be saying that? What we had is already ruined! I don’t want to waste my time on you any longer. I was stupid to attempt anything with you!”

You shouted up at him, trying to escape his enclosed space by punching his chest with your free hand, the other still securely holding your bedsheets. He firmly grabs your wrist and pins it above your head.

“Stop that. Listen to me.”

He says coldly, voice unwavering.

“No, Harry! You listen to me! I am done with you, I never want to see you aga—“

Your shouting is abruptly stopped with a harsh kiss. Your eyes widen as he absolutely devours your mouth. Just as quickly as he came crashing down on your lips, he left them, only a trail of saliva left connecting you.

“Don’t say that to me.”

He glares down at you, his dark eyes dark full of hunger. You want to punch him so bad. How dare he make you feel this way after he just rejected you earlier in the day! You try to unpin yourself from his grip but this only makes him press against you, completely pinning your body to the door. You suddenly feel something hard poking against your leg.

“You are mine.” He growls against your ear before he takes it between his teeth, lightly pulling on it.

“Mine.”

And he was absolutely right.

You would always be his.

[knitbabywear]

ALL ABOUT LINEN YARNS

Let’s speak today about linen yarns. Indeed it’s one of the natural fibers and due to its features it’s perfect for summer garments.

Linen yarn is a plant fiber spun out of the long, straight fibers from the stem of the flax plant.

The yarn has some really nice qualities that make it suitable for warm weather garments like summer tops and wraps.

The main benefit of wearing linen clothes in hot weather is the “coolness” they provide. Thanks to the weave and linen fiber, linen fabric allows more airflow and its structure means it stays away from your skin allowing better airflow over your body. Linen is a “stiff” fabric and is less likely to cling to the skin; when it billows away, it quickly dries out and becomes cool again. Summer clothes made of linen possess high air permeability, which allows air to flow through the fabric easily and allows the body to breathe.

Next, to coolness and high absorbency, linen has one more very favorable property – good heat conductivity characteristics. Heat conductivity refers to the extent to which heat can be conveyed through the fabric. As linen quickly allows the heat to escape, it further improves cooling. It is claimed, that heat conductivity of linen is five times higher than wool and eighteen times higher than silk. One more thing – linen weave reflects heat better, too. This means linen blouse, linen dress or shirt has good “shading” properties as well and again – the wearer of linen clothing feels cooler.

Let’s summarize linen yarn characteristics: 

Strong and durable

Inelastic

Lustrous

Yield cool

Absorbent

Easily wrinkled

Machine washable and can be tumble-dried, as well as hand washed or dry cleaned

Easy to dye

Resistant to pilling and doesn’t get static

Antibacterial

An eco-friendly choice it’s a renewable source, almost chemical free and biodegradable

Great stitch definition. The inelasticity keeps stitches crisp and nice.

I must confess that I have never used linen yarn in my projects. Mainly because of its high price, but not only. I have doubts about its strength and about the possibility of tumbling. Moreover, I have an idea that it’ll not very soft to skin.

What do you think about linen yarns? Have you already tried it in your projects? Did you like it?

The post is based on  https://www.textileschool.com/.

[sweetyluvs]

𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

summary: on a soft autumn day, a blonde comes into your shop not quite knowing what she’d like. you assist her, and little did you know you’d be seeing her more often.

warnings: slow burn, soft! reader, nervous abby, modern au, fluff!

a/n: hello! i’m so sorry i haven’t been posting as often. blah blah blah— enjoy

the light glow of the autumn sun lightly shining through your flower shops cotton curtains lit the room in a soft way.

low hums came from your lips as you arranged ordered flower bouquets,  the smell of the orchids and baby breath fanning inside your nose gently, the nice scent easing your worried nerves.

your attention drifted from the flowers to the light ding of the bell above your old wooden door, eyes shifting to the entering person.

a beautiful blonde walked through, her muscular physique popping out like a sore thumb— the tight doctor uniform that curved her form was eye catching, luring you in as if you were a moth to a flame.

the sound of the door shutting had snapped you from your brief daze, shaking your head you preformed your customer service smile.

“hello, welcome.” you spoke softly, grasping at the braided girl’s attention. Her blue eyes met yours and an unfamiliar spark of electricity flooded your body— cliche, you know, but.. so real.

“hi..” she replied back in a low whisper, almost as if she was awestruck.

“is there anything i can help you with?” your question seemed to snap her from her own daze, eyelids coating her blue eyes two times quickly.

“oh— um.. yes, actually.” you smiled at her reply, eyes closing softly.

“with?”

“uh, so, i have this friend who graduated 8th grade and i wanted to get him some flowers,” she says, her tone determined.

“that’s sweet.” you giggled, looking away in order to sniffle your way to her, missing the light blush of her cheeks.

“do you maybe have a vague idea of what you are looking for?” you questioned, coming out from behind your counter to make your way to the many flowers around the shop.

“i.. i don’t,” she confessed, rubbing the back of her neck bashfully.

“i’ve never bought flowers for a thirteen year old.” her tone was shy, as if she was embarrassed to admit to such.

“that’s alright. would you mind telling me a little bit about his hobbies? what he enjoys? favorite color?” you inquired, watching as the blondes face scrunched.

“well, he likes sharks. they’re his favorite animal.. he likes to swing on swings, and go on walks.. he likes the smell of baked goods.. and i’m pretty sure his favorite color is blue.” she rambled lightly, smiling dearly at the thought of her close friend. Your heart warmed at the affection on her face, your own smile growing genuinely.

“he sounds like a nice person.” you commented before moving around the stronger girl, her eyes catching your form tightly with each move you made— picking few flowers from special clusters scattered throughout the shop.

Abby couldn’t help but admire your attention to the flowers, the way you thought hard about which one would be perfect. although you’ve never met her friend, she could tell you were trying to create an image of the boy from the very few things abby had told you.

Her eyes trained on you even as you went to the back, disappearing momentarily behind the doors before coming back out.

you hadn’t noticed her eyes on you, too focused on your enjoyment and fulfillment of placing a bouquet for this boy.

“here, tell me if you think this would suit him.” You held out the done bouquet gently— abby’s eyes widening at the beauty.

It was combination of flowers abby had never seen. the different colors and shapes fading together like an orchestra of immense talent. you were incredible at this.

“oh, wow,” abby gasped, her bigger hands wrapping around the end of the mixed flowers. They were covered in a small silk wrap, a tight blue bow keeping them together.

“it’s beautiful.”

heat rose to your cheeks, smiling shyly. “I hope it reminds you of him.”

“it does. although, i’d like to keep it for myself,” she laughed out. “i’m not sure that a thirteen year old will admire it as much as i am..”

her words had your heart doing little flips inside your chest, tummy hugging your insides.

“oh— i’m so happy you enjoy it so much. I hope your friend does as well.”

“me too..” she says, smiling at you. your eyes caught one another’s once again, the air froze with the pounding of your hearts.

Something about her ocean blues had you wishing for more. the sweetness within them was so cute, you weren’t exactly sure what you wanted.

the doorbell once again grabbed your attention, causing you to subconsciously welcome the new customer before turning back to the braided girl.

“um.. that will be $8.45.” you quickly said, desperately trying to ignore the flush of your cheeks.

you watched her formed arm reach for her wallet, fingers delicately taking out a $10 and handing it to you.

“keep the change.”

you were about to protest, claiming it wasn’t necessary— when she spoke first.

“I’m abby, by the way.” she said, of to which you stare at her for a moment.

“and my friend is Lev. thank you for the flowers, miss..” her eyes glanced down to your badge, a small smile lacing her features.

“..l/n.”

you were slow to speak, too flushed to reply; and before you knew it she was out the door, the next customer calling for assistance.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you hadn’t known that the muscular blonde doctor, abby, would fill your mind as often as she had.

her ocean blue eyes that met yours like a key to a lock, her strong build that seemed as if she could carry anything and everything on her shoulders with no problem, her soft voice that had blush rising to your cheeks like a silly school girl, and oh— her kind words about your bouquet had done something to you.

creating bouquets was your passion, your hobby— something you loved with all your heart. To others, they are flowers bunched together with cute patterns; but to you, they say a million more things than words ever could.

they sing songs to you, they whisper words in your ear, they tell you where they go and who to give them to, finding the person they were grown to belong to. Their colors fading together as perfect as the universe and its stars, the sea and sands— two lovers and a kiss.

so when she complained not only your work, but truly saw the beauty of the flowers— it had your heart beating in a rhythm unlike any you’ve felt.

and hence she had taken up the majority of your mind, her features, her words— everything. but, in all honestly, you felt silly. you’d only met her once, and she hadn’t even learned your first name. you knew you’d probably never see her again, which was fine, truly. you were content with the single time words she had said to you.

a small hum of delight slipped past your lips at the comforting smell of your freshly baked eclair snuggled in wrap resting in your palm. the heat of the oven still present on its soft form, the smell of the still hardening chocolate and cold custard seeping from the small hole at the end of the pastry, your eyes gleaming with excitement.

It was a chilly morning, and you’d asked yourself; “what is better than a warm eclair and pumpkin spice latte?” nothing.

so that’s how you got here, rushing through the busy morning streets of Seattle and trying to make your way to your shop, without losing any of your breakfast.

soft ‘excuse me,’ and ‘Pardon me’s’ left your lips with each person you accidentally bumped in your rush, earning nothing but a subtle nod.

alas, the soft beige of your place came to view, windows misty from the cold autumn air.

your doc martens were the only sound on the floor now, echoing off building as you left the horde of busying people behind. You frown, eyes catching onto some flaking paint from your shops outside. You’ll have to get it repainted, which means you have to pull out the funds, find the color, call the guy— too much for your morning brain to comprehend.

you murmured a familiar tune under your breath, pulling out your keys to unlock the door to your shop, the wood creaking and bell ringing above you.

The familiar smell of flowers flooded your morning senses, instantly sending your mind into its common place of content.

you gently shut the door, making your way to behind the counter and placing down your eclair and drink. wrapping your pink apron around your body, tying the string tightly behind your waist, You finally have the time to eat your food.

you let out an excited squeak, laying out the wrapping of the eclair out and gently ripping off a piece of the pastry, which let out hot steam from the warmth.

you popped off the lid to your drink, dipping in the small piece you had. you smiled widely at the sight, blowing a few cool gusts on the sweet before placing it in your mouth, shutting your eyes in satisfaction at the flavor. you hadn’t had the time to fully indulge yourself in the flavor; the warmth— when once again the bell above the door had your attention.

you sigh silently, cursing yourself for not locking the door— but all sideways thoughts crash when your eyes land on the figure walking through the frame.

an all too familiar muscular girl, a long blonde braid falling down her back. You swallowed your bite quickly, wiping off your hands and putting the lid to your drink back on within a few seconds even you were surprised with your speed.

“hello, welcome in.” you said, a soft crack in your voice. embarrassment flooding you for a moment. The blondes eyes met yours, the newly found spark of something unfamiliar tinges in your chest uprising again.

“hello,” she replied, walking up to your counter. you weren’t sure if it was your light morning grogginess, or if she was really so close you could smell her perfume— or was it cologne?

“I don’t know if you remember me? from last week?” she commented, her words making you spiral from embarrassment.

“of course i remember you. i remember all my customers.” you responded back, sending a closed eye grin.

“oh— okay. um.. good,” she huffed a small laugh.

“i— I uh, wanted to say thank you for the bouquet. Lev really likes it. i think he has a kein eye for flowers that i didn’t know about.” she said in a laugh awkwardly, her arms shifting from her hips to your counter, not knowing where to land. you smiled warmly, liking the thought of another flower lover.

“that’s wonderful to hear. I’m glad he enjoyed them so much.” you didn’t quite know what to do with your hands, either. switching from underneath your counter to fiddle with your apron.

the smile that abby sent you was killer.

you could feel your cheeks heating up like the very oven that had baked your eclair. silence ate at the air for a while, abby looking around at the flowers.

“you know, i never got your name.” suddenly feeling self conscious of how your voice would act.

“Y/n.”

“y/n,” she said, testing the waters of how it feels on her tongue. your face warming. “i like it— it’s.. pretty,” abby cut herself off, sending you a smile. “like you.”

you swore your face blew a thousand different shades of red. you’ve never been openly flirted with, her words causing your throat to dry up.

you only stare at her, watching silently as she lets out a laugh to your embarrassment.

the door bell rang, signaling the entrance of the other customers. Your eyes reluctantly bounced from her figure to the entering ones, familiar faces reaching them.

“y/n!” dina yelled, smiling widely beside jesse, before her smile fell and she went pale upon seeing who was at the counter.

“Dr. Anderson?”

[howwelldoyouknowyourmoon]

Sun Myung Moon's search for buried treasure in Yeosu

▲ Sun Myung Moon in the early 1950s

From the book, Sun Myung Moon, the early years 1920-1953 by Michael Breen. (He was a devoted follower when he wrote this book.)

“But there was hope that circumstances would change, for Moon still carried with him the treasure map that Pak had been given in prison. In the summer of 1951, Moon took Aum to the coastal town of Yosu [Yeosu] to search for the treasure. Yosu had gained some notoriety as the site of a Communist uprising a few years earlier, and the victims had been buried in the public cemetery. It was there that, according to the tale Moon had heard in prison, the Korean traveler returning from India had buried his jewels. They checked into an inn near the cemetery, and began searching for a small post with the markings ‘nam-hae-bo’ (south sea treasure) in the cemetery. After two days, they gave up and returned, empty-handed, to Pusan.8

note 8. Duk-moon Aum, in an interview with the author.”

__________________________

So Duk-moon Aum, the architect, confirms the truth of Chung-hwa Pak’s story.

Chung-hwa Pak, extract from his book, The Tragedy of the Six Marys – the real Satan is Sun Myung Moon!!

[In Heungnam Special Labor Camp] One day one of the captains, Joo Heung-shik, told me a strange story. One of his prisoners got sick and told him about his serious illness. The prisoner had been the captain of a big ship. He had sailed around the world during the Japanese occupation of Korea. After the end of the war, he had lived in Yeosu. When he visited North Korea to see his relatives, he was arrested for a crime. He had given a map wrapped in silk and with a note written in English to Joo Heung-shik. After the prisoner had died, Captain Joo brought the note to Pastor Kim Jin-soo for translation. The note said: “There are tombs of children in Yeosu. In the tomb of the third child, there is a box full of jewels that is worth more than $1,000,000. Since I will die soon, I will give it to you and you can find it later when you go back to the South.”

After Captain Joo told me the story, he suggested that I find the box of jewels, because I would be released earlier than he would. Since it was an interesting story, I told it to Moon. Later on, I lived in South Korea again but I never visited Yeosu and forgot about the story.

Two years later, when they were in Busan, Moon and a friend went to Yeosu. They were desperately trying to find the box. It seemed that they could find the cemetery but could not find the tomb of the child. Moon never told me that he had visited Yeosu. Later, when I found out about his visit there, I wondered how, if he were the return of Christ, the Second Coming of Jesus, the Messiah Sun Myung Moon, he could not find the box! This is the subject of this book and my confession. But at that time I was an ignorant person. I only had respect for Yong Myung Moon [the birth name of Sun Myung Moon].

(Many other sources confirm the contents of Chung-hwa Pak’s book, The Tragedy of the Six Marys. The book also has many photos.)

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https://tragedyofthesixmarys.com

The Tragedy of the Six Marys book Introduction

The Tragedy of the Six Marys Table of Contents

The Tragedy of the Six Marys Chapter 7

The Tragedy of the Six Marys VIDEO transcript in English

Chung-hwa Pak did not write “I am a Traitor”  (The UC of Japan published it. Their main purpose was to keep the Japanese members on the treadmill)

Sun Myung Moon claimed authority through his “meeting with Jesus”, but did it ever happen? A look at Moon’s own varied descriptions.

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野錄 統一敎會史 (세계기독교 통일신령협회사) .    박 정 화 외2인 지음 (前 통일교창립위원)

유효민 – 통일교회의 경제적 기반에 공헌하고 배신 당했다

유신희 – 6마리아의 한 사람 이었다

김덕진 – 섹스릴레이의 실천자

문선명의 정체! (1)  김명희

문선명의 정체! (사진으로 보는 문선명의 정체)