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[dollfacefantasy]

politely requesting Leon x reader where he makes her squirt for the first time and she gets embarrassed about it but he loves it <3

just a little drabble but yes this is super cute so here you go <3

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, fingering, p in v, squirting, overstimulation

You'd gone on another date with Leon tonight. Your relationship had reached seven months last week. This date had been simple regardless of the small milestone. A trip to the movies and then out to ice cream afterwards.

He'd been the perfect gentleman, held your hand, opened doors for you, let you pick the music on the way home. He watched you throughout the evening as if his eyes had been made for you.

Once the two of you got to your place afterwards, that attitude began morphing into something else. You kicked off your shoes and headed upstairs. As you padded up the steps, you felt his eyes on you. His gaze lingered on your ass, fixated on the way it bounced and swayed as you walked.

In your room, he shrugged off his jacket and collapsed on your plush mattress, situating himself against the pillows to watch you undress. You drop your outfit to the floor and push it aside in favor of throwing on an old t-shirt to go with your panties.

You take off your make up too and rub some moisturizing products into your skin. Leon still watches on with interest. The most mundane tasks in the world became fascinating when it was your hands executing them.

When you're done, you turn to him and smile. He returns the expression with his own grin and pats the space on your bed next to his body.

"C'mere, pretty girl. Think I need some more sugar," he says with a smirk.

You crawl onto the bed with no hesitation, plopping down in the place he gestured to. Your lips connect with his in an instant. He doesn't play around with gentle soft kisses either. He wants to make out. His tongue slips into your mouth while his hand wraps around your head to pull you impossibly closer.

You're breathing hard, saliva mixing with his. He rolls you over onto your back. He felt like being on top tonight. He wanted to watch you lose it.

He takes a little time to play with your tits. It always got you so wet watching him grope them. The pads of his fingers dig into the plump flesh while he sucks a nipple into his mouth. He drags his teeth against the hardened bud, giving you a slight jolt of pain to mix with the growing arousal in your core.

You roll your hips upward in an attempt to lure him down there. It kind of works as he haphazardly slips a hand in your panties and rubs your slick folds.

After a while more of making out and petting your dripping cunt, he increases his dedication. He pulls your underwear off with ease. You're wet enough from the teasing that he's able to slide a couple fingers right in.

He pumps them in and out, curling them and stroking all your internal sweet spots. He coos praises at you while he works to add to the physical pleasure he provides.

"Such a good girl. Taking it so well," he murmurs before kissing your lips. You gasp softly before he leans in for another, mumbling against your mouth. "My baby. Always so responsive. So easy to please."

You whine into the kiss. He continues on with them a bit more before pulling back just to watch the sight of his fingers disappearing into you.

"Prettiest pussy on this earth, I swear. Could play with it all day and never get bored," he says, his tone low and soothing, the type that hits your ears just right.

Your hips squirm a bit as his fingers probe deeper and deeper. Eventually, he ups his speed as well. The slick noises of him pushing in and out grow more explicit. You bite your lip and tilt your head back.

He makes you cum once, twice, then a third time. On the way to the fourth release, you're almost out of it. Your eyes water, lined with shiny tears. Your lips are raw from your teeth sinking into them when you try to hush your noises. You're shaky and breathy, whiny and physically exhausted. But he's having the time of his life it seems.

You feel like his fingers have to pruned from how long he's had them engulfed in your wetness. They just keep sliding in and out though. At some point, he began thumbing your clit as well. The small digit wags back and forth over your sensitive bud. And like before, he melts your mind further with the soft and sweet voice, praising you like you're an angel fresh from heaven.

"Doing so good for me, princess. Just give me one more. Know you can do it," he says while continuing his ruthless pace.

"Can't," you whimper, writhing more on the bed.

"Oh yes you can. You're almost there, babydoll. I can tell. I can see that cute little look on your face," he teases.

You're getting louder too. He recognizes the way your voice rises to a higher pitch as you mewl and arch into his touch. He smirks and keeps going, driving his fingers into you over and over again. You're on the edge, about to snap.

A long strangled cry leaves you before you buck your hips and let go. Your lips part in a silent scream as this one reaches a new level. Your eyes screw shut as your body tenses. It feels more intense than the other times you'd cum, but you can't even pinpoint how.

He can though as he watches you squirt, gushing all over his hand and wrist.

"That's my girl," he says, loud and proud as he watches you burst for him.

Your body rolls in waves of exhaustion, strained moans flying from you in a frenzy. He has you seeing stars even while you're coming down.

He works you through the high until he finally pulls his hand away from you. That was a grand finale if he'd ever seen one. He didn't feel the need to coax any more from you. At least not with his fingers.

Your eyes are hazy as you regain some awareness once the ecstasy has subsided. You sit up a little, blinking slowly. He's looking at you, smug as ever, and you don't understand why until you see the way his hand glistens and the wet patch on the bed between your legs. It's more than normal, and you start to realize what had happened.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment while your head feels slightly dizzy from the rush of shyness.

"Did I... is that..." you start, unable to bring yourself to even say the words.

He nods and reaches up to stroke your face. "Mhm, you squirted, baby. All over my fuckin' hand," he chuckles.

The feeling of humiliation blooming in your chest only grows heavier from his attitude about it. You cringe and roll to the side, pressing your hot face into the cool fabric of your pillow case.

"Oh god..." you mumble. You slide one of your hands up to rub your face. "Sorry."

He raises an eyebrow, totally confused by your reaction. "What do you mean sorry?" he says, crawling on top of you to pepper kisses on your shielded face.

"Cause... it's messy. And now we gotta change the sheets," you reason, squirming a bit and trying to supress the smile his affection brings you.

"You're right. What was I thinking? Changing the sheets is a real tragedy. Maybe even an unforgivable one," he teases while nuzzling the side of your head.

"It's just embarrassing. I don't know," you say.

He grabs your jaw and turns you to look up at him. "It's not embarrassing. It's beautiful," he says, all the teasing gone from his voice, "There's nothing embarrassing about seeing my girl lose it that much for me. I'd change the sheets every time we fucked if it meant you'd do that."

You whine a little at the blunt way he describes things, but you're smile shines through now with no way to hide it.

"Believe me, honey. It was gorgeous. One of the best things I've ever seen," he says between more kisses. And you can tell by the way the voice drops that he's still in the mood.

"To you," you joke. You give in and start kissing him back with passion, ready for more even though he'd thoroughly tired you out by this point.

"No. To anyone with eyes," he says and kisses deeper.

You know he means it cause not even five minutes later he's fucking you like never before, face buried in the crook of your neck, panting and whimpering like it was the best fuck of his life. And though you can't hear it, he's silently praying you'll squirt all over him again with a few more strategic strokes.

[signofspeed]

mr lover lover blurb was so good!!! have u seen the tiktok of harry to those lyrics 😭 literally been on repeat it’s addictive

thank you omg 🥹 and yesss I have seen them lol, literally so obsessed with those edits I had to save them to my specific Harry folder 🙃

[machveil]

POOKIE!! hear me out a fic for an extremely sub!ghost like to the point where he's on his hands and knees literally sobbing his heart out because he wants to eat you out and you're denying him because you're just enjoying watching him beg but eventually you give in

(I'm ovulating don't judge me im not usually this cruel 😭)

pookie… I see and hear you, I feel you in my bones we’re jumping straight in

CW: Fem!Reader, Sub!Ghost, weepy Simon Riley to soothe the soul… and other things, clothed humping, oral (fem!receiving)

tactical gear still fastened and balaclava tugged up just over his nose, the sight before you has your thighs pressed together as you sit on the edge of his bed. Ghost, in all his glory, sitting at your feet - tears wetting his eyelashes and balaclava as he looks up at you. he’s still large even when he’s kneeling, but the way he’s behaving makes him look so small

the last deployment he had been on, one where you stayed back at base, had taken such a toll on him. all in one piece, but exhausted and sore. he was admittedly gross right now, sweaty and gear dirty from field work, but god— as soon as he had guided you to his room he all but fell to his knees for you. “Please, jus’ wanna taste you sweet’art.”, strained, voice ragged and gravelly from giving out constant streams of orders. pitiful, deep brown eyes gazing at you as he tugged his mask up

something about the way he looked made a spark flicker to life in your chest, heat pooling in your gut. Ghost is never like this, your Ghost would never be like this - let alone on base. your Simon Riley? that’s what makes this all too familiar, the way he’s looking up at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars. that’s saved for the comfort of your home, your shared flat back in Manchester. to see him like this? a needy, desperate man crawling towards you, resting his chin on your lap? who could blame you for wanting to see a little more?

it almost makes you feel bad when a choked sob leaves his lips - you had let him slip your slacks off, pooled around your boots. your boots, maybe that was why Ghost’s eyebrows were screwed together as he sloppily mouthed at your thighs. “You can— just need you to cum for me first, Ghost.”, maybe that request was too cruel for him, you knew him too well. the sight of him grinding his painfully hard bulge against your boot, spit and drool slicking your thighs as he cried against your lap. you know he can’t, not like this. Ghost— Simon’s too used to you helping him

he can’t cum, not without you - your hand, your mouth, anything you’re willing to give him, even if it’s just his mouth pleasing you. skin on skin contact, it’s nothing compared to grinding on your boot or using his hand. his sclera are tinted red at the edges, salty tears mixing with his spit as he sucks at your thighs, anything to keep his mouth occupied as his hips buck against your shoe. five minutes, five minutes too long when Simon looks up at you. scarred lips smeared with his own saliva, a broken little hiccup followed by a shoulder shaking sob leaves him, “Missed you— please, please, lemme make you feel good, lovie, m’sorry.”

he nearly breaks down when you shift to tug your underwear down, shaky hands coming up to rest on your knees. before you can even finish saying ‘okay’ Simon is parting your legs, slotting himself between your plush thighs. sloppy, a man starved of affection and your cunt for weeks. it would have tugged at your heartstrings if you were paying attention to him, head lolled back as he desperately sucks on your clit. if you had been paying attention you would have caught his sobs, your poor Simon, crying against your cunt. as good as you feel, Simon’s already gone, underwear soaked through as soon as he had his mouth on you

[princessbrunette]

since people are sending me asks like this i guess i’ll address it. idk what you ppl want me to say LMAOO do u hear yourselves? ‘fell off on obxtumblr’ like omg. this was a hobby. i said as soon as people make it feel like work - i will abandon ship. cos im not ur employee im a real person and some of you cannot stand that i am not feeding ur insane porn addiction anymore. getting this mad over me not writing porn????? oh my god. you have a gooning problem. this is tumblr dot com. take a fucking breath queen

[scribesoflex]

Im so sorry to bother but i need that Finnick Odair pussy drunk fic😕 like he rubs circles on your waist and whispers into your ear about how bad he needs you 🙁🙁

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. • °⛓✧༺ 17+ smut below cut!

finnick who is always busy, forced to keep up his capitol prince facade, putting up with the lingering touches and whispered comments — always so sweet and kind, only slightly arrogant in his ways as he grows up.

finnick who comes home to you; his favorite little secret, similing sheepishly, fingers tingling as they slip through yours, body ablaze from the overwhelming warmth of your embrace. he craves it all day, to be able to feel your soft touch, to smell your sweet skin.

and finnick who is always so eager to please, despite working so hard to please the president already. he only cares about pleasing one person in his life though; you.

perfectly trimmed fingernails pressing tiny little crescents in your thighs, cooing against your soaked cunt when you writhe and cry from above him, barely able to open your eyes from the never ending stream of pleasure. knuckles going plae where they’re burried in his soft golden curls, causing his scalp to sting, but he doesn’t complain, how could he when you taste so sweet?

you’re on probably your third orgasm, but unsure because your mind is muddled after only one, and he doesn’t even seem to care about your pleasure anymore – simply lost in the wetness leaking from your cunt, drowning all of his senses, completely blind to your pleas for him to stop.

you have to actually tear him away to get his attention; teary eyes blinking rappidly as you huff out in frustration, smacking your swollen lips “finnick! it’s too much” you shake your head, struggling to catch your breath as you slowly shift your hips backwards, watching the lust glaze over his features, licking you off his lips before he shuffles up the bed, catching your hips in his rough grasp.

“i like it too much, i like you too much” he frowns, leaning forward to gently press a kiss to your aching clit, making you whine, he tsks.

“you can do better baby, I’ll make you do better”

. • °⛓✧༺ i changed it just a bit but still, pussy lover finnick!! also extremely unedited, sorry lols 😫

[jubshead]

omg the post about patti’s nose is TOO TRUE. 😭😭😭😭. i feel the same way about kathryn’s nose. why do all these women have spectacular noses?

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Kathryn Hahn and Patti LuPone have cunt eating noses and they are not eating any cunt 😭 life is so unfair

[arknights-imagines]

EXE!!!!! CONGRATS ON THE BLOG ANNIVERSARY THE EVENT LOOKS SO FUN SO CUTE <3 <3 <3 may i please request tying a ribbon around phantom's wrist? thank uuuuu ^_^

AAA bajshs Bee 🥹🫶!! Hiya omg! It's also v v nice to see you in my inbox 💕 I hope you've been well and safe and happy sbsjhs 🙏🥰

And sbshhss tysm for the anniversary wishes, and I'm v v happy to hear you feel the event is cute and all aaaa 🥹💞!!! You're too sweet sgshshs!

Anywho!! So the ribbon tying begins lolsnsis 🎀!

Ty for being the very first ribbon to find a home Bee aaahsjshs 🎊🥹!! Ofc you can give our theatre cat a ribbon bracelet 🫶!

Bee and everyone else, please enjoy aaa!!! 🎀🤲

A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear Bee, shall it become a bow?

Phantom's Wrist!

[a total of 01 ribbons have been made a bow!]

A dainty ribbon - reminding him of times ago when he had not yet been forced off the stage, hue like the blush pan on his old stage makeup palette and soft like the silk of costumes he’d performed in - is secured upon Phantom’s wrist, the petite bow nestled between his sleeve and the edge of his glove.

Copper eyes alight with a seldom-seen twinkle, fixed to the new accessory you’ve adorned him with, “A…ribbon? A mark of affection, you say?” The arch of his brow suggests disinterest, however the slight tilt of his head and the twitch of one of his lynx ears betrays him, telltale of his curiosity. Much like a cat observing a new toy, if Miss Christine’s pawing at the bow’s tails while mimicking the tilt and twitch of her owner is any point of reference.

The Feline murmurs just louder than the cat’s pleased mewing, “It seems Miss Christine grants her approval.” Enamoured, Miss Christine’s twin tails flick this way and that as she plays with the ribbon, azure eyes wide and round.

Once you finish fiddling with the ribbon, satisfied with your fluffing of the rosy bow and adjustment of the tails hanging down each side of his wrist, you retract your hands with a pleased grin and shining eyes. That same pleased expression remains on your face as your attention locks onto Phantom now to search intently for his reaction. His gaze lowers timidly before it can catch your own, however with his hood down and resting on his shoulders, no longer is there a shadow to curtain the soft grin that paints across his lips; though, Lucien realizes, his typical need to hide seems to have vanished.

“Little kitten, I have told you plenty a times now…I am truly undeserving of any gifts. You need not trouble yourself with bestowing them upon me. Your sunshine…should not linger chasing a shadow such as I.” And yet, he lifts his adorned wrist up above his head to regard the pink ribbon with eyes much too warm for him to insist he should reject your gift. “You’re much too sweet to me. Many thanks.

The Feline’s eyes lower slowly from the ribbon, traveling to his attire; from his slacks, where his cloak drapes around his torso, then up across the sleeve of his suit jacket. The pink, delicate ribbon is a stark contrast against the deep shades of black it finds itself amongst. “Though…Perhaps this elegant, pure colour is…a bit strange on one such as I?” His ribbon-decorated wrist extends in a movement gentle, as if he fears startling you if he moves too quickly, until his hand settles to trace gloved fingers over your jawline.

His copper gaze flicks between your face and the pink ribbon, lynx ears perking straighter in realization, “Hm. Wait. Could it be…” With tilt of his wrist, his fingers travel down your jaw with delicate pressure - how one might handle a doll - , then he hooks one knuckle under your chin in order to tilt your face up toward him.

Amusement lifts the corner of his lips now as he hums, “Yes. This delicate, rose shade upon the ribbon…it seems to be in harmony with the flush adorning your cheeks.” A low chuckle slips past his lips when the rosy hue he speaks of deepens to scarlet as you flush, “Little kitten…you are ever-so lovely.”

NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you

[angelwishess]

♡ Missing Piece!

Hey chat … Its been awhile !! WHAHAHAHA

Ive had to deal with recovering from my fever, exam week, intrams, christmas parties, art block AND moving houses 😭😭 So yeah .. Ive been busy and art block is a MONSTERR I HATEd iT GRGRGR MY MOTIVATION WAS NON EXISTANT😭😭

ANYWAYS—!!! I drew this to try and fight off art block 🥹 pretty lazy but eh the first thing ive drawn in way too long LMFAOAO

[dollfacefantasy]

Rick grimes x reader who’s a badass Walker killer but afraid of spiders and it’s funny to Rick. Do with that what you will 😁

Rick feels his heart stop when he hears your shriek from across Alexandria. Every drop of blood in his body freezes in place. His abdomen turns to stone and falls through the ground beneath his feet.

You screamed like somebody was hacking into you with a machete at this very moment. Before he knows what’s happening, he’s dashing down the road. His legs carry him back to the house on auto-pilot. He bursts through the front door so fast, it practically flies off the hinges.

He already had his gun drawn. He sweeps through the house like in the old days back when he was officer friendly. Eyes scan the halls, looking for where you might be. Then another wail from you answers that question.

“Rick!”

“I’m coming. Just hold on.”

He launches himself into the kitchen, ready to find a walker, or even worse, some person with a blade to your neck.

But he finds neither of those. Instead you leap over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and nearly scaling his body.

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s wrong?” he asks urgently, “Are you hurt or something?”

“There’s a really big spider on the counter,” you whimper against his throat.

He blinks in disbelief. You had to be joking. There was no way you’d got him so worked up like that over a spider.

But then he sees a moderately sized, hairy, eight-legged arachnid crawling across the granite and he knows you’re telling the truth.

A deep sigh seeps from his lungs. He pries your limbs off of him and heads over there. Quick as can be, he grabs a cup and places it atop the creature. He turns to you, unable to hide the annoyance in his gaze.

“A spider?” he echoes.

You scoff and sputter in defense of yourself. “A really big one.”

“Mhm,” he hums and brushes it up before tossing it out the back door. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

Your look softens, body blooming with warmth as you realize he’d been all ready to protect you from whatever danger he pictured nearby. You prance over and kiss his scruffy cheek. As irritated as he was, he still doesn’t rebuff the affection.

“I’ll make it up to you later?” you offer with a little smile.

“You better. Nearly gave me a heart attack,” he says and returns the peck to your lips. “You kill walkers every single day, but you’re telling me a spider crosses the line?”

“The mind works in mysterious ways, Rick,” you say with feigned seriousness.

“I’m sure yours does. I’ll see you tonight, baby,” he says, giving you a firm pat on the ass before taking his leave.

[hysteria-things]

nathan “loves pushing on your stomach where his bulge is” doe

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“feel me here?” he grins, placing his hand on your tummy. he speeds up his thrusts to see the tip in your abdomen for more show, the slapping of your wet skin intensifying. “swallowing my cock so well; such a good girl.”

you moan in response, being that’s all you can really do. he’s fucking you dumber by the second. “you like that?” he continues, putting more pressure on his bulge with a smirk, having you quiver and cum in seconds.

yes im changing how i answer my asks again shush

[tambourine-xx]

No, what?? I didn’t draw this!! I didn’t draw this! *I say as green and orange highlighters fall out of my pockets -my gross disgusting green and orange fanart for @seranstuff ‘s mental hospital au… you’ll need to put me in next for the chokehold it has me in *sobs*

[dollyfetti]

꒰ ♡⠀　𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ₊˚ ♡

^ "study buddies" is the temporary (or maybe not, we'll see!) name for the bakugou series based on this post !! everyone mentioned below commented for a p2/series on that post but plz lmk if u wanna be added/removed!! ♡

࣪˖౨ৎ.˚ @kissfortulips @teeesthings @m-0ona @mimidonottouch @mersmoon @bunny-b34r @fluff-n-cookies @scarlett-witchh @l0vefanficti0n @blissin6s @harryzcherry @bakugouswh0r3

please send reqs of non-smut scenarios of these two sillies bc im in need of ideas </3 i want there to be sort of a slow burn between bkg + reader but u can def send sexual tension scenarios if you'd like!! im just gonna wait a bit to write smut for them :3

[starflungwaddledee]

Gimme that GOOD shit girlie 💅✨ (Starstruck x Galacta knight)

✧˖°. give up what you love, before it does you in .°˖✧

[dykeharris]

this meme I found OH MY HOD ITS LITERALLY HER

HELPMEEE 😭😭😭

first eric harris spotted at starbucks and now andrew spotted on tinder ... whats next ???? nikita spotted at dairy queen ???

[starrii-sturns]

This could be us 🫣😩😏

Ughhh fr i would love to tie you up and play with you 😏😩

[arknights-imagines]

Heiya!! >.< I rarely use tumblr and I'm not sure if this is the right function to use for the asks 😅 apologies if not! (I'm still learning how to use tumblr hehe) I wanna try participating in the pink ribbon event! :D

Can I request one for Logos where you'll tie the pink ribbon on his wrist or his ring finger (if it's even possible haha)? (His hand just looks so warm sksks) Also happy anniv! :D

Hiya anons sbshhs 🥹!! Tysm for your asks and for participating in the event aaa 🫶! I hope you don't mind me combining your requests... Your brains had the same thoughts wlosksoss!!! And tysm for your kind words as well 💕 (dw first anon you did it just right!!)

You can absolutely give Logos a ribbon on his ring finger 🥹🤲🎀 this is such an adorable place for the little ribbon shsjshjs you guys 😭💕!!

This is my v FIRST time writing for the Banshee boy... I know he's v v loved and lots were waiting for him!! (also... Certified Logos lover... @mariverses... I hope you don't mind a poke for this sjsidhwijss 🥹🫶) So I took extra care and put a lil extra into this one for you guys 🤲💕 I really hope I did him justice aaaa 🙏🥹

Anons and everyone else, please enjoy 💘!!!

Logos' Ring Finger!

A pink ribbon, dainty and sweet; now where, dear anons, shall it become a bow?

[a total of 03 ribbons have been made a bow!]

A dainty ribbon - he’s reminded of the blush hue that painted across the sky during sunsets he remembers from Convallis, of the delicate softness of the veil his mother used to wear - ties around Logos’ ring finger in mimic of a ring, bow sat atop in place of a gemstone.

With the slightest quirk of his brow, the Banshee settles his ribbon-adorned finger to rest across the back of his opposite hand, the one still gloved, “Oh? Quite intriguing.” The low murmur of his voice could have convinced you of disapproval, if not for the way in which his irises now shine like twin rubies as he observes the contrast of the pink ribbon against pale skin and the black of his glove, “My heart, of all the reasons to you'd come looking for me…” The feathers upon his horns betray him as well, puffing up in the manner that gives away his pleasure toward your present.

“Any gift you ask of my heart to welcome, will be accepted and cherished no matter what, I believe you already know.” His ribbon-adorned hand reaches for yours now, movements gentle as to not ruin the pink bow you’d fussed and fidgeted over; his hand cups the back of yours, thumb settling to trace idle shapes into your palm, “Thank you, my dearest.” His thumb brushes your skin one more time - you swear, the shape it draws feels like a heart - before he shifts to press your palms together.

Logos’ eyes fix to the ribbon-ring once more once it faces him, pausing with a thoughtful hum, “You were never so keen to gifts of such, as you once put it, ‘cute’ virtue, hitherto.” One of the feathered wings beneath his horns folds to conceal the lower half of his face - hiding his grin as your eyes avert away timidly, “A mark to display affection, is it, my dearest?” The Banshee shifts his hand once more, stroking the backs of his fingers against your flushed cheek to coax your eyes back to his still-gleaming ruby ones; the softness of the pink ribbon around his ring finger tickles your skin.

His head tilts, before his words leave slow and lifted oh-so-slightly - in the manner he is well aware, too aware, leaves you clinging to every last one, “Though…I would be lying if I said the placement of this ribbon wasn’t affecting me at all.” Logos’ restrains his smile for the sake of seeing the pink hue now rising upon your cheeks deepen, “Only curiosity. I trust you understand the significance a band upon this particular finger holds…” His hand settles onto your jaw, the bow-adorned finger tapping steady in a Metronome-like rhythm, “Hmm?”

In a swift movement - a stark contrast from the slow, attention-capturing motions just before, undoubtedly on purpose -, the Banshee leans forward to close the distance between the two of you, until his lips brush your cheek in place of where the softness of the pink ribbon had lingered. Now, you can feel his smile against your skin as he murmurs, “Suddenly so silent, my heart?” He traces a finger along the edge of the bow’s wings, pink ribbon pliant under the touch; a suitable fabric to retain one of his incantations, he realizes.

The pink bow kisses your cheek again as Aefanyl brushes his fingers against your skin, “Well, I might weave an incantation onto this ribbon…and will dedicate it to you.” A brush of his feathers against your temple, the curl of his lips against your skin, then the press of a lingering kiss onto your cheek, “Then, perhaps, every time my gaze lingers upon this ribbon, and you are called to my mind… you might find yourself pleasantly flooded with thoughts of me.”

NOW PLAYING: Let The Light In - Lana Del Rey 'Cause I love, to love, to love, to love you / I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you