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sakurology · 4 months

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sinister ♡ suo hayato

+ virgin!freader. smutty, aged up as always- mid 20s, NOT OOC (y'all don't know him like I do), suo has a thing for virgins, implied virginity loss, implied trophy taking, kind of implied manipulation, but I did write in condom use so be very proud of me

daisy says: this has been rattling in my brain's little cage ever since I saw him- I had to get it out. I have lived long enough to see myself become the villain (I need him so bad and no longer wish to live in denial).

He was nice. He was charming. He was respectful. Those are the three characteristics you could always use to describe Hayato Suo. Or you could say enigmatic, worldy, kind of a flirt... It’s also not a bad choice to add ‘Smells like Bleu de Chanel in the spring and Tuscan Leather in the winter.’ The fact of the matter is, he was a chameleon, the perfect definition of adaptable. And that’s what made him so sinister.

The first few dates were great. A lavish dinner or two with great wine and a well of conversation that seemed to never run dry. On your third night out, there was even a little nightcap at a late-night teahouse that served as a speakeasy after hours. But, ever the gentleman, he would drive you home, walk you to your door, and gently peck you on the cheek.

“I had fun tonight,” he would hum the words low and into your ear, interlacing his fingers as he looked over you, his frame casting a shadow in the doorway.

“You can come in if you want…” Your voice was soft, timid.

“It’s late, but maybe… if we… go on another date?”

He raised an eyebrow, placing a kiss to your hand, then one to your lips.

“I’d like that,” you smiled.

As he let go of your hand, he shot a glance back your way. His eyes had a way of seeing right through you. You could never forget that gaze. There was something in it, something you could never quite put your finger on.

That next date came. It came and went and once again there you stood, his frame once again towering over you on your doorstep.

“You can come in if you want.” It rang out of you like every other time before. But call it a change in the wind, call it the stars aligning, call it what you want- this was different.

“Would you like for me to come in, Y/N?” It was sticky sweet but equally coated in a spicier innuendo.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Another thing about Hayato Suo you could now add to your list- he was a good- no, an amazing kisser. It was as if he studied your every move before you could make one; the way his lips ebbed, the way his tongue slid against yours, he could knock the wind out of you and give you the jaws of life simultaneously. Your mouths hit one another’s and moved in complete sync as he pushed you through the threshold of the softlit apartment. Your teeth briefly clattered together as you discarded your purse and jacket, keys falling to the floor of the entryway as you never once broke or separated yourself from each other. The tension built between your bodies over the past month or so of barely-there encounters was apparent and falling away just like every piece of clothing between you that was being strewn about the hallways leading to your bedroom.

You started to come to your senses as your head hit your mattress, leaving you to gaze up at him longingly, staring with widened eyes while he worked at the buttons on his shirt. You bit your lip, scooting back and pressing your thighs together. Here you were, practically naked, save your matching bra and panty set- in front of a guy. Granted, he wasn’t just any guy- but the fact of the matter stood- you’d never been here before, never this close to the opposite sex, let alone- having sex. You wanted to, of course, but you had no idea what you were doing or even what to expect.

“Wait I- ahhh- mhm, Hay-” he cut you off.

“I’ve told you,” he laughed. “It's okay to call me Suo.” His lips stayed pressed at your neck, slowly detaching as he craned his own neck to look you in the eyes.

“You shouldn’t be so formal with me, Y/N, especially not now.”

“I’ve never- I…” the words got caught in your throat.

“You’ve never done this before,” he finished for you.

“I know. Don’t worry I’ve got you.”

How did he know? Not important- There it was again. That look. The look into you that bored right through your body. The liminal space between you was filled by barely there touches and feathering kisses down your neck, chest, and stomach. He worked his way down, stopping just between your thighs now, the heat present near your core practically calling him in. Carefully nipping at your hips, Suo caught the thin band of your underwear between his perfect teeth, tugging you out of them before tucking them in his back pocket- his new prize safely locked away. The sting of his cold hands titillated the skin at your thighs. Slowly, he ran his hands down to your knees, parting them to reveal your already glistening slit. He licked his lips as you shuddered in anticipation.

It felt as though he was barely there, fingers lazily lingering inside you, slowly inching toward the spot you needed them the most, but with no release in sight. the teasing sensation of them moving at all leaving you trying to rut yourself into him further. You weren’t strong enough for him, even with one hand.

“How badly do you want it, baby, hm?”

He wiped the side of your mouth, lolled open with drool from your dizzied state. He added a third digit to your already messy, helplessly needy hole, your walls immediately tightening in response. He was deadly as a nightshade- and you were just another flower growing in his garden, petals bright pink and ready to be picked. The quivering in your lip told him all he really needed to know, and still, he kept stringing it out, keeping you there on the brink of explosion.

“Just say you want me to fuck you and I'll do it. Say it now."

“W-want you to fuck me, please, I wan’ you to…” Your words trailed off yet again as you reached toward him, quickly pulling him down to loom over you. You had never seen him like this, but you wanted him to stay there forever. He moaned into your mouth, swatting your hands away to fumble around in his pockets for the condom he put there before leaving tonight.

You’ll never know, but he planned it this way. He was always going to be your first… he knew that, but you didn’t- you didn’t need to.

Sinister, indeed.

#wind breaker x reader #wind breaker smut #suo x reader #suo hayato x reader #wind breaker suo

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persolaise · 1 year

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Maison Crivelli Patchouli Magnetik (Quentin Bisch; 2022) & Oud Maracuja (Jordi Fernandez; 2023) Review

Quentin Bisch does it again -- my thoughts on Crivelli Patchouli Magnetik and Oud Maracuja. #perfume

Quentin Bisch is running the risk of becoming overly associated with his love of Akigalawood (the weirdly sour, unbearably strident patchouli-esque material so beloved at Givaudan, the company for which he works). But thankfully, if he’s used it in his Patchouli Magnetik for Crivelli, he’s modulated the dosage skilfully, as I discovered when I reviewed the scent over on YouTube the other day,…

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Drabble Roulette: Please, don't touch the art

For this round, drabbles are written based on a random choice of character and image from this pinterest board. Pls feel free to keep adding to it.

Character: Nick Fowler

Prompt

Warnings: this drabble includes elements such as stalking. Please mind these warnings and take care.

Explicit, 18+. Please reblog and leave some feedback.

One might think you simple if they could see inside your brain. If they could feel the sheer awe that sweeps over you, consuming you with each little detail, stirring your stomach into maelstrom of emotion. Your first time abroad is as much a fantasy as a privilege. Too wonderful to be real.

But it is. It’s all so real. It still hasn’t sunk in. Three days amid the ancient streets of a far-off land is not nearly long enough to convince you.

You look up at the vaulted ceilings as you stop short. You mouth hangs open and you fix it only as you notice someone watching you. You give a sheepish smile and put your chin down. You try to seem casual as you near the painting behind the velvet rope.

It will never feel normal to be in a place like this. Not for you. Your eyes stray from the art to the other patrons amid the low murmur. There’s a layer of deference in the air, a recognition of the layers of centuries old pigment and millenia tinged stone.

You feel underdressed against the simple but sophisticated black attire of the art snobs. They belong in their thick-framed glasses and statement jewelry. The men in their collars and ties, their pressed jackets, and leather loafers are almost apathetic to the sanctity all around them.

As you put your attention back to the Italian artist’s brush strokes, a shadow approaches from your left. You shift to allow them a fair view of the painting. They come shoulder to shoulder with you, their sleeve grazing your corduroy jacket.

“Beautiful,” he says. You resist the urge to look over at him.

“Very,” you agree as you consider the difference between the azure and cyan shades. You imagine them being mixed on a board with yolk under a dusty Tuscan sun.

He’s quiet as he stands in the lull. He clicks his tongue, “I didn’t mean the art.”

It takes a moment to understand. When you catch his meaning, you turn to reply, a babble that fizzles into nothing. He’s gone.

You flinch and look around. There’s no hint of the stranger, not that you could pick him out. You frown and blow out between your lips, once more facing the painting. Are you dreaming again?

🖼

You sit on patio, parallel to the narrow walkway of the stony streets. You sip espresso from a small cup, hints of cinnamon and almond woven into the bitter taste. The warmth of the beverage adds to the beads of sweat drawn out by the afternoon sun.

You set the cup down and pull your book closer. You’ve only flipped through a few pages so far. You just don’t have the mind for imagining when all around you is like a fairytale. You let it close and tap your fingers on the curling cover.

The iron chair across from you scrapes on the ground and you sputter as a stranger promptly claims it. The man sits with his shoulders wide, legs open, and hands firmly on his thighs. He grins as you look at him with confusion.

“Hello?” You utter.

He smirks and scoffs in amusement, “hi.”

You blink and wait for him to say more. Does he speak English? You look around then back to him.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak--”

“You traveling alone?” He wonders.

You snap your mouth shut and sit back. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Why is he asking?

“Waiting for a friend,” you lie.

His eyes flick up and down. You adjust the sheer scarf around your shoulders and hook one leg over the other. You move your wrist and peek down at your watch.

“Ah, been waiting a while,” he muses.

You don’t know how to answer. You pull your purse into your lap and stiffen, “so I have. I should call them.”

“They didn’t come to the museum either.”

You keep from standing up and flutter your lashes, “you’re following me.”

“Checking in,” he stands and waves away a server as they approach, “making sure someone worse isn’t watching.”

“Wha--”

He’s already walking away. You shiver and stare after him, heart racing. Have been so oblivious that you didn’t even notice him? Hard to miss a man like that with his piercing blue eyes and sculpted features. Worse to think that you would be easier to miss.

#nick fowler #the 355 #drabble #dark nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #drabble roulette

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tadpolesonalgae · 1 year

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Helion x Reader: New Mechanisms[*]

A/N: HAHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

Warnings: Helion being a fun and kinky husband.

You could smell the wine before you even opened the door leading his chambers—top floor of the palace.

He’s already sprawled across a chaise, adored in a cotton robe threaded with gold, the usual arm band fashioned to a snake sitting comfortably around his bicep. His eyes slide to your figure, sharpening with a predatory gleam as he raises the bottle to his mouth, drinking deeply.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you drawl, shutting the double doors behind you, moving across the open space of the living room.

It’s cavernous, almost. The wards are down today, allowing a breeze to sweep through, a pleasant refresher to the stuffiness of your work place. The light wind swishes the hem of your light dress which ends just above your ankles, feet adorned in low heels, cream leather with golden thread accenting the laces that wrap up your calves. Perhaps fashioned to match your husband. He does so enjoy it when you look the part of a happy couple.

You shuck off the uniform blazer of your work place: a thin, tuscan red, cashmere jacket that’s lined with viscose on its interior. Light, and breathable enough for you not to swelter in the heat of the Day Court.

“I have a day off tomorrow, wife.” That gleam in his eye promises nothing but divine pleasure, and it’s taken you years to master the art of not crumbling when he gives you that look. Instead, you set your bag down on one of the sandstone counters, already reaching to free your hair from its relatively neat restraint.

“I’m sure you’ll be happy to spend it resting then, husband.” You emphasis, setting down on one of the hand carved wooden stools surrounding the counter as you begin untying your heels, exposing the length of your leg.

“I will do no such thing,” he drawls, popping a grape into his mouth, tipping his head back to catch it, exposing the strong column of his throat. The dark skin you want to taste. The skin beneath those robes, too.

His eyes gleam, catching your glance, smirking at you.

You merely roll your eyes, allowing one shoe to drop to the floor while you start on the other. “Wine and cooled grapes? My, my, Helion. So decadent.”

“You should see what I’m planning to have tonight. She puts decadent to shame.”

You raise a brow, peering at him from your seat, “such a shameless flirt. Honestly, one would think you’d be satiated by now.”

A deep, rich laugh rumbles from his chest, and warmth ignites in your chest from the sound alone. “Me? Tire of you?” You roll your eyes again, but that’s indeed a smile that’s lifting the edges of your mouth. He never fails to make you feel divine. Delectable. As if you’re the most mouth-watering creature he’s ever come across.

You reach for the bag once you’ve removed your final heel. “I may have gotten a little present for my hard-working High Lord,” you croon, a teasing smile playing on your lips. His hand stills on the way to his mouth, the grape moments away from being devoured.

His attention narrows onto your figure as you collect the bag, bare feet slapping against the cool, stone panels as you make your way over to him. You push his long legs off the chaise, as if you’re making to sit beside him. Except you slide into his lap, seating yourself atop one of his muscled thighs, pushing the bag to him.

“Are you going to make me guess this time? Or am I free to open it and see the wonders inside?” He teases, but you can tell he’s interested in its contents. You lean forward, a hand wrapping around his wrist as you steal the grape from his fingers, lips grazing their pads before you pull away, grinning.

“You’re free to open it,” you say, delighting in the refreshingly cool juice of the fruit.

From inside, he pulls out an object wrapped in aquamarine tissue paper. He recognises the signature card that accompanies it instantly.

His eyes snap to you, voice low and rough as he drawls, “where’s this from?” You offer another grin at the husky baritone, settling your hand on the window of dark skin his robe reveals at the top of his broad chest. “Just something I’ve recently finalised from work,” you grin wickedly.

A growl resounds in his chest, “you didn’t mention you were nearing the end of your…project.”

“Would you like me to take it back? Technically this is a prototype, so I shouldn’t even be showing it to you, High Lord.” You reach for the tissue but he pulls it out of your reach, chuckling. His free hand wraps around your waist, pulling you against him, “here you are, stealing things from work,” he drawls, hand lowering to your hip, “yet every believes you to be the sweet, innocent one.”

You raise a single brow in challenge, “are you saying you’re the sweet, innocent one?” He looks like he’s about to reply, but you shift in his lap, “open it.”

“Impatient.” He mutters, but follows your order, removing the tissue paper to reveal the object. His brow scrunches as he studies the toy. You laugh at his expression, “you’re looking as if you expected to know what it was.”

His eyes slide to you, “it’s entirely new?” You offer him a sultry smile, “I might have made a few modifications for it to…fit.”

He swallows. “How does it work?”

The grin on your mouth turns feline, “want me to show you?”

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He’d nodded, and when you had moved to walk to the bedroom, he’d simply snuck his large palms beneath your ass, and scooped you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. You startled, but quickly settled into him, thighs squeezing him as you felt the very obvious sign of his arousal.

You’d wound against him teasingly, to which he’d let out a rough laugh before seating himself at the edge of the bed, keeping you spread out over his lap.

Your dress has hiked up to your thighs from having him between them, but you make no move to pull it down.

“Want to at least explain what you’re about to put me through, honey?” He drawls, enjoying how your hands deftly begin unfastening the clasps at his broad shoulders, ridding him of the offending cotton. Your eyes flick to his with a sultry glint, “hell.”

His mouth twists into a divine grin of blissful resignation. “I would expect no less from my wife.” You practically purr at that. Even after all these years, it does something to you. When he calls you his wife. A shiver runs down your spine as you allow Helion to remove the rest of his robes as your hands drop to your dress. You lift onto your knees to help him, until you’re both naked.

“You mentioned some modifications?” He drawls, gripping your hips, rolling you gently over his thighs, so you’re pressed tight to his abdomen.

You reach for the invention of yours: it’s a thick, hollow circle, wrapped in what looks like rubber but’s much softer, has more give. It’s cream coloured, with golden dusted edges where the seams would be. At one end is a swell of that rubbery material that’s softly serrated. Tiny, neat ridges ingrained as they are on the interior of the ring.

“I had to make it a little…larger. To accommodate you, comfortably,” you reply, and you feel pleasure warm you cheeks at the mention of his generous…size. A purely male grin lifts his lips at that, and you can feel the pride radiating from the cocky male.

“You and that cock of yours,” you drawl, incredulously.

He shoots you a grin that, were you standing, would’ve had you on your knees in an instant. “I thought you liked this cock of mine,” he smirks, shifting his hips so you can feel the size of him against your tummy.

You look him in the eyes as you settle your hands on his shoulders, raising to your knees, “more than you know, husband.” His hands brace your hips, “no prep?” He’s frowning at you—disapprovingly. You flush, and look away shyly for a moment, an embarrassed smile on your lips. “The testers today… I might have volunteered to try another prototype, one that isn’t fully ready yet…”

He groans, cupping your cheeks, staring up at you from your raised position, “is that what the tug was? That wave of happiness I felt earlier today, hm?” Your hands overlap his, nodding, and he moans at the mental image. “Tell me what happened.”

He grips himself, free hand resting on your hip, guiding you downward, slowly. “I…It’s the twin to the one I brought home a few months ago…” you manage. A contented sigh leaves your lips as you take the first two inches of him, and you struggle for words. He just grins, smugly. Helion raises you to his tip, only to encourage you further down, and the pads of your fingers dig into the muscle of his shoulders. “keep going,” he drawls, and you can’t tell if he’s talking about your daytime adventures or sinking down onto his cock.

“It’s…got similar mechanisms as this one…” you breathe, lifting your hips, then taking more of him. “Making it…more advanced…” you manage, panting as you take as much of him as you can.

His hands snake up your front, thumbing your nipples, attaching his mouth to your own as moans are exchanged between you. You keep still for a while, catching your breath while Helion lays his lips over your neck, nipping and biting as you pant, feeling full. “You’re taking me so well, honey.” He kisses your throat, “I know it’s a big stretch for you.”

Smug bastard.

You can practically feel his cocky grin as you try to keep from losing your head just having him pressing so tight against you. It’s so good.

You pull at his onyx hair, pulling his devilish mouth from your skin, “we’ll see who’s struggling after this, shall we?” The spark in his eyes shows he accepts your challenge. “Maybe hold your horses until you won’t pass out from the slightest movement,” he drawls, making you scowl.

He sees you opening your mouth, but grips your hips, rolling you down. You gasp, slumping forward, head resting on his shoulder as he chuckles, stroking your hair. “I know, I know,” he soothes, “it’s a lot to take, isn’t it?” You can barely manage to scowl at his conceited words disguised as comfort.

He’s right, though.

With more strength than should be necessary, you manage to lift yourself from his lap, settling back onto his thighs. You reach for the toy, sliding it over the head of his cock. Helion shivers as you gently slide it down, like how you had done with yourself—making sure the rubbery contraption is slicked well, moving it with ease.

It settles at his base, where you struggle to reach—with your cunt or your mouth.

Shakily, you raise up again, perching at his tip. You might honestly pass out from pleasure this time. You can feel the aroused heat bubbling beneath your skin, and can practically taste his own in the air.

Helion help as you sink down onto him, grasping you by the hips until that swell at the front of the toy is pressing over your clit. You shiver in anticipation and he twitches in response. It seems both of you are desperate for that first release—which will inevitably lead to a number more following.

Your thighs are trembling, but you manage to reach around, finding the finger-tip sized invert in the mechanism. “I’m honestly not sure if I’ll be able to move once this turns on,” you warn gently. He gives you a devious smile. “What do you think all these muscles are for?” You tighten around him as his grip intensifies over your hips. The thought of him slamming you down is enough to have your own strength giving out.

His eyes gleam as if he’s read the thought in your mind.

“Why don’t you start it up, huh?” He drawls softly, pressing a kiss to your nose. You swallow, but tap the divot twice, and the vibrations start.

You gasp, sucking in a breath as the sensations swell over your clit, sending tiny ricochets bound up your body. Helion groans in response, and you know he’s feeling it too—the rapid, quick-fire pulses squeezing his cock in fast succession. Your back curves, pressing down, driving him deeper until he’s touching that spot inside of you that makes you weep when he abuses it.

“Fuck, honey…” Helion moans, gripping you tight. “What a wicked mind you have.” You only manage a soft whine in response, that turns into a whimper when he lifts you up—just as he promised, and—

Oh gods—

—slams you down.

Your eyes roll, nails biting into him as pleasure doubles…triples within you, rapidly dividing over and over until you’re made of euphoria. You can’t manage words, they’re beyond you. Just met with endless waves of pleasure as he continues raising your hips then roughly sliding you back down. Making sure his cock kisses that spot inside you every damn time.

It’s so much, so much that you can feel the high building already, gathering with enough force to promise to send you reeling, melting into him. And you’re entirely right.

The high knocks you off your feet, and you slump into your husband, collapsing as your mouth opens over his shoulder. You bite down lightly, a gentle scrape of your teeth over his dark skin as you moan from the intensity.

You think you scream as he keeps up the pace, making you gush, release spurting from you when it can, splashing down him as he growls with male pleasure.

One large palm scoops beneath you, his middle and forefinger fitting either side of his cock as he helps you bounce up and down, soaking them in the process. You can feel him spilling into you in response to your fluttering cunt, and you moan, crying out at the pleasure.

Helion grips your jaw lightly, pulling you back gently and your brows curve with the effort. Heat engulfs your body as he raises those soaked fingers to his mouth, lapping at your flavour while he watches you hungrily.

The moment his mouth is free, you’re opening your lips over him, kissing him deeply as you take in the taste. Moans and groans fill the room, arousal twining in the air.

The High Lord doesn’t give you a moment’s rest, laying back on the bed, a pillow beneath his head so he can watch.

Watch as he grips your hips firmly, and begins all over again.

The air is kicked from your lungs, a strained whimper dragging from your throat as he bucks upward. The swell of rubber presses flush against your clit, still sending those rapid, sporadic pulses and you mewl.

“Mother—fuck, Helion!” You gasp as he rolls his hips against yours, already pounding into you, making you bounce. He hardly needs a second of recovery time. You grit your teeth as he slams into you, panting, jerking slightly every time those vibrations wash upon the apex of your thighs.

“Come on,” he groans, thumbs rubbing over your hips, “you can do another. I know you can.”

All your muscles tighten with the overstimulation. Your thighs flexing, stomach clenching with pleasure as tears brim at the edges of your lashes. “Helion…” you whimper.

It was the wrong thing to do. It’s only ever spurred him on.

He grips you firmly, bands of light contracting around your waist as he pulls your down on his cock. That damned swell on the toy overlapping your clit, sending those tight, intense pulses.

You scream, your palms smacking against his hard stomach, pressing against the muscle as your mouth drops open. “What did you say earlier?” He drawls, keeping you flush to the mechanism. “Seeing who would be struggling more?” He laughs, and it’s deep and rich, a shiver running down your spine.

Another high is already building from the insane stimulation and you roll your hips against Helion’s. He jerks and groans deeply but forces his hands away, allowing you to pleasure him.

You settle your hands on his stomach and raise your hips before slamming down.

Helion snarls with pleasure, growling at the back of his throat as he feels how tightly you’re hugging him, how eagerly you’re riding him.

“Helion…” you moan. It’s sweet enough he brings his hands to your hips, and helps you along. Grinding against you. Bucking up. Slamming you down.

Your nails bite into him but neither of you care. Honestly, you think Helion likes that edge. Knowing how good he’s making you feel.

It’s not much longer before you’re both spiralling again, and you’re fully aware of how loud you scream.

“Gracious, honey,” Helion remarks roughly, that deep drawl that drags from his throat sending mindless pleasure spinning beneath your skin. He follows behind you, your own release setting his off as euphoria spills down the bond, flooding his mind as he continues slamming you down until you’re putty in his hands.

Your shoulders slump, and this time you reach round and double tap the divot in the toy, bringing to a standstill. You gasp, gulping down air as you pant. Helion’s hands wrap over your shoulders, pulling you down against him, the bands of light removing themselves. You go very willingly, melting into the strong warmth of him.

“I think you’re little invention worked a bit too well, honey,” he drawls, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling how drained you already are.

“It’s not little at all,” you grumble, half slurring your words through fatigue.

He laughs in response, but moves to sit upright.

“Dear gods, don’t—” A whine spills from your lips as his cock shifts inside of you and your back arches from sensitivity, nipples scraping over his chest. “You can either get off, or we can go another round,” Helion taunts, bucking his hips slightly.

You release a garbled sound that makes him smirk—smug. So smug.

You scramble off him, thighs trembling as you collapse onto the bed. Helion discards the too good toy, removing it to the bathroom where it would be washed—later.

He’s already tucking you in beside him despite the sun still just about the horizon. “What skilled hands you have, wife,” he mocks, softly, pressing kisses to your forehead as he plasters you against his chest. “I think my mouth’s a little better, husband,” you shoot back, making him nip at the tip of your ear. “Don’t tempt me.”

You huff a laugh, tipping your head to look at him, “you and your libido.”

“Insatiable. I know,” he gives you a grin that tells you he’s not at all ashamed of it. You kiss him, letting him know you agree.

“One day,” you murmur, wearily. “One day, I’m going to ware you out.”

He just laughs merrily, holding you tight, “keep dreaming, wife.”

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