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deepseawarlock · 2 months

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Confronting Cthulhu || Drabble || @worldofsenelfy @chewsyourfate

As Ulysses reached the mansion's grand entrance, he pounded on the door with a forceful intensity. The door swung open, revealing Cthulhu, who stood there with a mischievous grin on his face, unaware of the storm brewing within Ulysses.

Without hesitation, Ulysses stepped forward, his voice laced with booming rage. It was surprising that he even held himself back enough to talk to the cryptid. "Cthulhu, how could you? What you did to Jasmine was not a game. It was an act of cruelty, causing her immense fear and suffering. She trusted you, and you violated that trust."

Cthulhu's grin faltered, his amusement replaced with a hint of realization. "Ulysses, my friend, I didn't mean to cause her harm. It was meant to be a playful prank, a celebration of your impending marriage. I never anticipated that it would go this far."

Ulysses shook his head, his voice filled with a seething anger. "A prank? This was no joke, Cthulhu. You endangered Jasmine's well-being and played with her emotions. Your actions were thoughtless and irresponsible. It's unforgivable."

"Unforgivable?" Cthulhu laughed, "watch it, Ulysses. You are my friend, I'll give you a pass- but you don't decide what I do, and you need to relax. It was just a game- can't get that through your squishy skull?"

Ulysses, though still seething with anger, took a deep breath, his voice now tinged with disappointment at the betrayal. "A friend? You're no friend. You need to understand the consequences of your actions and the pain you've caused."

The air crackled with tension as the two adversaries locked eyes, ready to engage in a battle that would transcend mortal limits.

Without warning, Ulysses felt a surge of ancient godlike power coursing through his veins. His body began to transform, growing in size and stature. His skin turned a deep, iridescent blue, and immense tentacles sprouted from his back, swaying with an otherworldly grace. Ulysses had tapped into his true form—a powerful and enigmatic demigod known as the Kraken.

Cthulhu, witnessing the transformation, smirked and responded in kind. He shed his human guise, his body contorting and morphing into his true cryptid form. Towering over Ulysses, his tentacles writhing and his eyes glowing with malevolent intent, Cthulhu prepared to unleash his dark powers.

The battle commenced, the clash of titans shaking the very foundations of Cthulhu's mansion. Ulysses, now in his Kraken form, lunged forward with incredible speed, his massive tentacles striking with precision and force. Each blow carried the weight of centuries of strength and determination.

Cthulhu was a formidable opponent, retaliated with a barrage of eldritch energy, his tentacles swirling and his roars echoing through the crumbling mansion. The clash of their powers created shockwaves that reverberated across the surrounding landscape. For the nearby town, they believed it to be an earthquake and a hurricane rolled into one, unbeknownst that there was a battle for the ages in their midst.

As it escalated, Ulysses summoned the power of the sea. Water surged around him, responding to his command, creating a tempest that matched the intensity of their conflict. Rain poured in torrents, lightning crackled through the darkened sky, and waves crashed against the crumbling mansion.

Ulysses and Cthulhu fought with unyielding determination, tearing through walls, shattering windows, and reducing the once-majestic mansion to a mere ruin. The storm raged around them, mirroring the chaos and fury of their clash.

With each strike, Ulysses tapped into his inner strength, drawing upon the love he held for Jasmine. Every hit, he thought about how she was curled up and frightened, and he must teach Cthulhu a lesson. He knew he fought not only for himself but also for their future together. In the midst of the tempest, he lashed out at Cthulhu, using his immense power to bring the fight to a climax.

The impact of Ulysses' final blow sent Cthulhu sprawling into the raging sea. The waves swallowed him, and for a moment, there was silence. The storm abated, as if nature itself sensed the battle's conclusion.

Ulysses, in his Kraken form, gazed out at the tumultuous waters, his heart filled with triumph and exhaustion. The mansion lay in ruins, a testament to the clash that had taken place. But amidst the wreckage, Ulysses knew that the battle had not been in vain.

He knew Cthulhu might be back one day. From how they fought, it won't be soon.

#drabble #a world of our own || ulysses & jasmine #worldofsenelfy

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starikune · 4 months

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The first thought in her head when she saw herself in the mirror.

"Holy shit, I'm old."

She giggles, shaking her head. How ridiculous. She was still full of life and passion. And she still looked pretty good, if she did say so herself.

Another year. And hopefully, she had many more ahead of her. She wondered what would the future hold for her?

"I could tell you stories, you know..."

"Yeah, tell us, tell us!"

"I wanna hear too..."

If she was gonna tell stories, she'd have to make some first. She hears a soft meow in the corner.

"C'mon, you. We got some memories to make."

#tender soul locked in iron ✧ jasmine #our imagination is our navigation ✧ IC #let the words flow ✧ DRABBLES

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irxnmaiden · 1 year

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#this week will be v slow activity wise #my job hunt is Officially Beginning and im scared shitless #but w the hourglass flipped? fear is not a factor lmao #might work on drabbles or asks and clean these godawful drafts out bc it has gotten BAD #which i don't rly like bc i try to post things in a sequence?? its hard to explain exactly #basically i am that 65yo woman w plastic on the furniture thats essentially it #it is what it is my queue tag is '[ Q ]' if u would prefer to block those #they won't exceed three a day i promise but we need to houseclean fr #by the time jasmine's galar and orre arcs end i'd like this whole blog revamped tbh #drop theme resources in the dms if u have any!! my faves have all d/a #tbd #::🧚 ooc.

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petitmonde · 2 years

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jasya 26

Jasya

26. As an apology

Jasmine's expression was blank as she stared at the mess in front of her. The pristine kitchen that she had cleaned that very morning was a mess of untold proportions. Pots and pans were strewn about, gunked up in what appeared to be cheese and chocolate. At least whoever did it had the courtesy of having left some of it in the sink to soak up. Splodges of goop were on the wall as well.

There could realistically only be one culprit, Jasmine's roommate Daya. However Daya was a terrible cook, so it didn't make any sense as to why it would be her. Jasmine contemplated whether or not to bother cleaning up this mess, it was an eyesore that annoyed her to look at.

She would be even more mad if it wasn't for the nice smell coming from the oven. She took a look inside, a bubbly cheesy concoction meeting her eyes. Jasmine's stomach growled in protest when she closed the oven door.

The door to their apartment opened to an oblivious Daya, who didn't know of her internal rage. "You're home early." Daya greeted her. Jasmine made a face. Now wasn't a time to be so chipper.

"What's all this?" Jasmine demanded.

"A… kitchen?"

"I mean the mess. I cleaned it up just this morning, and now it's worse than before. I work long days as it is. Keeping me up late when you come home late with your band. I'm so tired and I can't handle all—" Jasmine was interrupted by Daya grabbing her chin. "What are you doing?"

Daya leaned down to close the distance, capturing Jasmine in a chaste kiss. All thoughts about the disaster in the room disappeared, only for them to revolve around what in the world had just happened. Daya kept Jasmine close. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for keeping you up. I'll clean up the mess, don't worry."

"Oh uh, okay." Jasmine backed away slightly. The proximity and kiss made her lose a bit of traction of reality. An awkward silence filled the room. Jasmine didn't know what to say. The kiss had been something of a surprise, though not an unwelcome one.

"So…" Jasmine started.

"That was over the line, wasn't it?" Daya mentally kicked herself for the blunder. Maybe she could still save the situation, if she was lucky. She's given Jasmine even more reasons to be mad at her, instead of actually showing how sorry she was.

"Just. Unexpected I guess. Just like you cooking. That's also weird."

"I thought you'd be hungry when you came home. You forgot your lunch."

"You really thought of me enough to cook?" Jasmine gave a shy smile. It wasn't like Daya to be so nice to her. It was a warm, bubbly feeling. Strange.

"Of course. I think about you a lot."

"Really?" Jasmine lightly touched Daya's arm. She was now even closer than before. Daya's way of looking at her made Jasmine's stomach do a somersault.

"Mostly how annoying you are when you sing at 7 am. But yes, I think about you."

Jasmine punched Daya lightly in offence at her statement. "And here I thought you were being nice."

"I'll show you nice." Daya's lips ghosted over Jasmine's. Soft lips met her own. Daya didn't predict how easy it would be to get lost in her roommate's arms, or how right it felt when she deepened the kiss. The timer went off, ending their moment.

#kiss drabble #jasya #rpdr fanfiction #prompt fill #jasmine kennedie #daya betty

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bobfloydsbabe · 2 years

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burst into flames for you | jake "hangman" seresin x oc

Rating: T+

Prompt: N/A

Requested: N/A

Summary: After the mission, Jas confesses why she's been ignoring Jake. Part of the Turning Tables anthology series.

Warnings: Angst, brief mention of amputation (non-graphic), incorrect medical info, incorrect Navy info, kissing.

Word count: ~2.2k

A/N: This is probably one of the Jas and Jake fics I'm most proud of. There is so much Jas backstory. Thank you, as always, to @joaquinwhorres for letting me namedrop your OCs, Caro and Dalia, and for helping me figure out why the original ending was off. Title is from I'm With You by Vance Joy. Enjoy, friends!

Likes are nice, but comments and reblogs are golden.

Meet me at the Hard Deck. Please.

Jake knew it was serious because Jas never said please. Even when she was under him and on the edge of coming undone, she wouldn’t say please. She wouldn’t beg for it. That one word sent Jake out the door of his barrack room and off to the bar.

It was mid-morning on a Saturday, and Penny had opened early. He pushed the front door with the chipped paint open and walked inside, scanning the room. He didn’t spot Jas anywhere, only Penny and a few patrons nursing coffee rather than beer.

He stalked towards the bar, locking eyes with Penny, confusion on his face. Jas had texted him to meet her there, but now she was gone?

“She’s down by the water,” Penny told him when he was close enough to hear her. He mumbled a quick thank you and headed for the door leading out to the deck.

There, in the distance, Jas sat on the sand facing the ocean. It was cloudier than usual, but the sun still bounced off her hair, making it look shinier. He rested his hands on the deck railing for a minute, gathering up the courage to make the short trek to her.

Jake squared his shoulders, walked down the steps, and trudged through the sand. He stopped a few feet behind her and took a deep breath.

Please.

The word still lingered in his mind. Jas rarely texted him. In fact, she had spent weeks refusing to give him her number, but finally relented a few days before the mission. She’d made him promise to let her know he was alive.

“I’d say quit staring at my ass, but you can’t see it, so just quit staring.”

“You have a great ass,” he said, closing the last bit of distance between them. When he sat, he could see the grin Jas was biting back.

“So you’ve told me,” she agreed.

“I’d never lie to you, Doc.”

At that, her jaw clenched. She didn’t like it when he called her Doc. At least, that’s what she’d told him frequently, though it was usually right before they slept together.

“I know.”

For a while, they just sat there staring at the sea. They listened to the waves meeting the shore and seagulls screeching above them. Jake looked at Jas. Her auburn hair looked red in this light, and her blue eyes matched that of the endless sea while he was on the carrier. She had freckles on her nose that’d become more noticeable since he’d met her. Her lips were pink and plush. Kissable.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” she said, filling the silence.

He’d texted her as soon as they got back on dry land, hoping for a response, but none came. He’d gone to the Hard Deck that night to celebrate their success with the dagger squad, but Jas didn’t show. When he asked Caro if she knew where Jas was, she’d informed him she wasn’t coming.

Jas had gone radio silent, and Caro, Bob, and Fanboy kept their mouths shut on the matter. He’d even tried to intimidate Bob into telling him why she wasn’t there, but the bespectacled aviator had stood his ground, and Jake respected that even if he hated him a little for it.

“Could’ve fooled me,” he said, mostly joking.

Jas turned her head to him. “Do you know why I’m stationed here?”

He shook his head, brows furrowed. Jas looked back at the ocean.

Jake watched her shift uncomfortably in the sand, folding and unfolding her hands where they rested on her shins. He had never seen Jas like this before.

“It was a demotion.” Before Jake could ask what she meant, she continued. “I used to serve on the USS Nimitz. After an attack on our aviators, one of them came back with a severely injured leg. My commanding officer decided we should amputate. I insisted I could save it, but he told me it was futile and gave me a direct order to amputate.”

“But you didn’t?”

Jas shook her head, a watery chuckle escaping her throat. It made Jake move closer, and when she didn’t flinch away, he bumped his shoulder with hers, silently encouraging her to go on.

“I told the nurses, the anesthesiologist, and everyone else that we had to go ahead to save his leg.”

Jake wanted to wrap his arms around Jas and comfort her as the tears ran down her cheeks. There was something deeply vulnerable about this moment. It was like being thrown into the deep end of Jas’ conscience and left to his own devices.

Sink or swim, Seresin.

Jas took a deep breath and continued her story. “It took three hours, but I saved his leg with no nerve damage, sudden bleeds, or anything like that. He didn’t lose his leg, and he didn’t have to be discharged on medical grounds. He needed a lot of physical therapy, but he’d be able to fly again.”

“There are consequences of disobeying a direct order,” Jake said. He didn’t know what else to say.

Jas gave off a humorless laugh and wiped at the tears still running down her face in steady streams. “My file has a long list of citations for insubordination, but this was the final nail in the coffin. I should be grateful they didn’t kick me out.”

“You don’t like being told what to do,” Jake observed.

At that, Jas chuckled again and finally turned her red-rimmed blue eyes to him. “No,” she agreed. “The Surgeon General, Admiral Warren, personally reviewed my file and sent me here as punishment. I’m working the most boring, deadbeat office in the entire Navy by prescribing more Advil and cough medicine to grown men than I can count. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

Jake hummed while Jas leaned her chin on her knees, studying the waves again. The clouds were slowly disappearing, making space for a bright day in California, a sharp contrast to Jas’ gloomy mood.

“Why are you telling me all this?”

Jas let a deep breath go. The silence between them stretched for longer than he was comfortable with, but he knew that pushing the woman next to him wouldn’t do either of them any good. So he stayed silent.

“I lost something I cared about when I was demoted,” she told him and spun in the sand so she was facing him. Jake mirrored her action, folding his legs down in front of him.

“When all of you left for that mission, I held Caro all night as she cried. She was terrified of losing Mickey, of giving her daughter a taste of him only to have him possibly ripped away.”

Jake nodded. He remembered Fanboy pacing up and down the corridor outside their bunks after Maverick chose him and Payback to fly. In a poor attempt at reconciliation, Jake had tried to assure him he would be fine, only to get his feelings for Jas thrown back in his face. He’d never seen Fanboy that upset, not even when he had punched Jake for talking shit.

Jas looked down at the sand where her toes had slipped under his crossed legs. He could feel her wiggle them through the material of his jeans. “When you left for that mission,” she whispered and looked to meet his gaze. “I thought I was going to lose something I cared about.”

Jake’s breath hitched at the admission. He knew where he stood and had known it for a while, but was afraid to push Jas into something she wasn’t ready for. Something she may not even want.

But right now, sitting in front of him, she admitted that she cared about him. He fought every impulse in his body to surge forward and kiss her senseless. He looked at Jas, really looked at her, and saw the fragility that had crept into her demeanor. He kept quiet, but offered a small smile of encouragement.

“I didn’t know I cared. I didn’t know why I couldn’t breathe when you were gone, why I clung to my phone, waiting for a sign that you were alive and coming back. I didn’t know why I cried almost uncontrollably after Caro fell asleep, why I took Dalia for ice cream seven times, or why Martha was on my back about keeping up with charts.”

Jas took a shaky breath and let the tears flow freely down her cheeks. “Then you texted you were alive and coming back, and it hit me. I’d been so distracted because I cared about losing you. This,” she said and gestured between them, “is more than just sex.”

Jake hesitated. He was happy that Jas felt the same way, but there was a nagging question he couldn’t let go. “You didn’t show at our welcome home thing.”

Jas hung her head again, wiping tears off her cheeks. “If it helps, Caro yelled at me for that. Said you seemed disappointed, and that she sent Dalia to cheer you up.”

At that, Jake smiled. “She’s a good kid.”

He expected Jas to look back up at him, but she didn’t. She wiped more tears off her face, and Jake’s chest tightened at the sight. The sinking disappointment he’d felt when Caro told him she wasn’t coming and the fiery frustration he felt being given the silent treatment evaporated as he watched her cry for him.

He reached out a hand, placing it under her chin, and applied light pressure to get her to look up. Her blue eyes met his, and he lost his breath again. Jas was the first girl in a long time who had challenged him, who had made the chase almost cruel and the possibility of her being his the sweetest reward.

He dropped his hand, not wanting to force his touch on Jas, who was in such a fragile state he was afraid to break her.

“So why ignore me?”

She kept her eyes trained on him this time, as if forcing herself to face the hurt she’d caused. “Because this,” she said, gesturing between them again, “scares the shit out of me.”

Jake softened, the tension leaving his shoulders for the first time. He reached his hand out again, pausing mid-air to see if Jas would flinch, but when she didn’t, he cupped her cheeks. He ran a thumb across the skin, catching a stray tear as it fell.

“It’s not just sex to me either,” he admitted, and it didn’t make his lungs constrict. “I’m scared, too.”

He was. He was scared shitless to want Jas as desperately as he did. Jake had always been a one and done guy. Since high school, his mom had given him disapproving looks when he showed a girl to the door in the morning, never to be seen in the house again. Jake had dated casually most of his life, but everything about Jas made his stomach flip, and when she didn’t talk to him, he felt hollow.

“I don’t know how to be in a relationship,” Jas whispered, reaching up and grabbing Jake’s wrist. She pulled the hand off her cheek and kissed his palm, making Jake’s pulse race. “But I want to try. With you.”

When her gaze returned to his, he grinned like a child on Christmas morning. “We’ll figure it out together,” he whispered back and hoped it sounded like a promise.

He leaned forward and finally captured Jas’ lips in a kiss, pouring everything he still had left to say into it. They still had so much to talk about, so much to figure out, but he meant it when it said they’d do it together.

Jake tried to pull away, but Jas chased his lips and he smiled into it. One of his hands slid around her neck and into her hair, and he scraped his blunt nails over her scalp, coaxing a moan from her lips.

He pulled away and couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped.

“You gonna take me home, Seresin?”

He welcomed the grin that spread across his face, and he rose to his feet, holding his hand out for Jas to take.

“Every damn day, Doc,” he replied as she landed on her feet in front of him. She snuck her arms around his neck and leaned in for another soft kiss, not caring that a group of kids were passing by them as their lips met.

They broke apart and made their way up the beach towards the parking lot. Jake’s arm was slung over Jas’ shoulder, and she leaned into him. It was like she was made for him.

A ping sounded, and Jas pulled her phone from the pocket of her hoodie, groaning at the text that had rolled in.

“What?” Jake asked, leading her towards his car.

“Caro asked if I wanted to have drinks tonight.”

Jake frowned. “And that’s bad?”

Jas opened the passenger side door, resting an arm on the roof and looked at Jake. “No, but she’s gonna be really smug about us being a thing now.”

“A thing, you say?”

Jas groaned. “You’re infuriating.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Jake chuckled and got into the car. Once they were on the road, he grabbed Jas’ hand and kissed her knuckles.

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xxrougefangxx · 2 months

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Jason Todd x Reader fic recs

This is originally made for @marinas-trench , but anybody can use this. Will update as I find more

Added little notes in pink to specify some stuff

Anybody who does use these recs please try to reblog works- that's the Tumblr algorithm likes don't do anything- to help the authors out <3 (no pressure tho)

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Authors because I can't pick a favorite work:

DC Masterlist by @sanguineterrain - The works speak for themselves.

@jasmines-library - Includes lots of platonic batfamily x reader and the hurt/comfort is just *chefs kiss*

@morverenmaybewrites Ao3 link- Her works are just godsend. She portrays Jason in such a beautiful way and acknowledges his trauma as well.

@minnieearsposts Ao3 Link - Jason works are 10/10, but she also has many other fics that connect with each other. Definitely recommend

@xxgoblin-dumplingxx - All of the au's are just magnificent! There's no master list but you can check the works out using tags.

Batfam masterlist by @book-place - All works are platonic

@writersfailure - Honestly a gold mine, check out their dc master list and other fics as well!

@wh1sp3rr - The jackpot at the end of the rainbow. That's all I'm going to say

Series :

love is not designed for the cynical by @thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels - The thoughts and emotions are portrayed SO BEAUTIFULLY!!! And while Jason is just spectacular, I also recommend the other series as well.

What we want by @sophiethewitch1 - It's with all the batboys

Crimson Red by @ravenna-reid - Has multiple parts all located on the master list.

Guard Dog by @mostly-imagines

Headcannons/Drabbles:

Girl!DadJason by @in-som-niyah

Reaction to you letting go of their hand by @gay-dorito-dust - Its paired up with both Dick and Damian

Existentional Crisis by @millyhelp

College student!Jason by @orchidsangel

BabyDaddy! Jason fic idea by @kuromitos

Unnamed by @aldryrththerainbowheart

Fics:

JasonTodd x Fem!Reader by @spidernuggets - reader gets stuck in a time loop to save Jason

sickly sweet romance of u & jay by @wh1sp3rr

Unnamed by @millyhelp

tired and touchstarved!Jason by @indulgentdaydream

A Spoonful of Honey by @stararch4ngelqueen

Golden by @orionremastered

Reader who likes Superman more than Batman by @spidernuggets

Reader who prefers Superman more than batman (different fic than above) by @gay-dorito-dust

Rescuer by @kimberly-spirits13

graceless by @udiudijaye - platonic batfam x batsis but love the fic and had to recommend

Take care by @batsycline69

Forensic Psychologist Reader by @ravenna-reid

What are you doing here? by @a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all

What a night by @batboysandgirls

call me your fool by @jasonsmirrorball

18+ Works MDNI

Til Death Do We Part Brings Us Together by @luvf4ngz - I love the au idea!

Jason distracting you from studying by @millyhelp

Slumber Party by @dollwritesarchive - Includes Dick

Thoughts on Jason being rough by @midnightorchids

jason 'don't run from this dick' todd by @killakalx

BabyDaddy!Jason by @hanasnx

Say Sorry by @dancewithdeath11

Jason fucking reader in the Batmobile by @martiniluvr

Series 18+

guns and roses masterlist by @jayswhorex

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #fic rec #fan fiction recommendations #Jason Todd x fem!reader #Jason todd x y/n #Jason todd x you #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #Jason todd fanfiction #red hood fanfiction #Jason todd imagine #jason todd smut #Jason todd x reader smut #red hood smut #red hood x reader smut

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tangledfate · 2 years

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anonymous asked: “Everyone deals with pain in their own way.” - Geralt to Jasmine

There they sat, the thin of her frame settled comfortably between his thighs as he did his best to be tender with what he gathered were very sprained fingers.

"First time?" He was trying to distract her and Jasmine knew it.

"How can you tell?" She mused lightly, earning a grin.

"Call it a hunch." She returned his grin.

"Not much opportunity before now." With how protective her father was of his "little golden flower" any injury--even one so mild as this--would have resulted in the death of SOMEONE.

"Is that why you ran?" He asked the question easily; as if asking about the weather--was that a witcher trait? She didn't answer for a moment, dark brown eyes watching as the pallor of his fingers gently set her own henna stained digits back into place.

"He just doesn't listen..." Leaning back into him, she let him all but dwarf her, calloused fingers holding her own even once the injury had been dealt with.

"I mean-- he never really did, but at least he pretended to when I was little. After Mother died..." Thumb finding the ridge of his knuckles, she traced idle circles as she strove desperately to find the words for her thoughts.

"It was like he no longer could see me as anything but a flower to be sheltered and kept." She'd run away because she'd needed to live her own life and not once had she regretted it. But with his next words he reminded her that there was more than just her side of the story. It was the closest she came to regretting her decision.

"Everyone deals with pain in their own way." Perhaps her father's reaction--his coddling and overprotective nature--had come from a place of love. A fear of losing her like he had her mother. For that, Jasmine had no answer.

#{ Answer }#{ encounters ;; jasmine }#{ drabble }

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solarisfortuneia · 1 year

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— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬.

in the vast expanse of time, the tiniest moments shine the brightest.

✦ info: “jing yuan kissy kissy mwah mwah smooch” — mika, 2023.

✦ featuring: jing yuan.

✦ warnings: kisses galore, tooth-rotting fluff., not proofread.

✦ notes: hi hello please have this medium low effort drabble written because i wanted to kiss jing yuan in the middle of the night

the starchess game lays forgotten on the table.

instead, jing yuan is all that has your rapt attention.

he tastes of bitter, bitter tea and sweet, sweet honey, plush lips soft and oh-so-deliciously warm against yours. the scent that clings to his clothes is fragrant jasmine, and you send a thousand thanks to your past self for purchasing that specific perfume.

you like that smell on him, you think. it suits him. you know it will linger about your own person for hours to come, and you don’t mind at all.

and as your lips move to his forehead, to the space under his eyes, to the bridge of his nose, down to the very tip, he laughs, the sound coming from somewhere deep within his chest. it travels throughout your entire body, from your ears to your heart, and all the way down to the tips of your toes, a pleasant warmth spreading through your soul.

“oh?” he hums, nuzzling his nose with yours. “someone’s very, very affectionate today,”

“are you complaining?” you quip, never bothering to stop, littering pecks all over his jawline, on his chin, up to the little mole underneath his eye, trailing featherlight touches in the wake of your kisses. your fingertips trace his sharp features, taking in every curve, every angle, every bump, tenderly drawing shapes into pale skin.

“not at all. on the contrary, i’m rather enjoying it.”

“oh, i know you are.” you smile against his cheek, giggling when his fingers brush your side. “hey,” you chide playfully. “watch the hands, general. you know i’m ticklish.”

“my apologies,” he grins, not a trace of remorse in golden eyes. without warning, he tugs you closer until you rest on his lap, arms finding their way around his neck, returning your affections tenfold. his kisses grace every inch of skin he can find, mirroring the path you followed on his own face.

his eyes flit to yours to make the briefest of contacts with your own, adoration evident in amber, before closing to savor the feel of your cheeks under his lips. subtle whispers of affection for you fall freely and unrestrainedly.

goosebumps rise along the lengths of your limbs, electricity running down your spine. your previous thoughts are but a distant memory; how can you think of anything, when you have jing yuan lavishing you with all the affection in his being?

after what seems like both an eternity and almost no time at all, he pulls away slowly and slightly, eyes lidded, breath shallow. white hair cascades down broad shoulders, ponytail unraveling somewhere in the middle of your exchange, ribbon fallen to the floor. he says nothing for a moment, simply choosing to play with your clothing as his gaze remains fixed on your figure.

“staring is rude, my love,” you tap his nose mischievously.

a slow smile stretches across his face as he moves closer, pressing his forehead to yours. “but admiring a work of art isn’t, my love,” he murmurs against your lips. his voice is gentle, quiet, appreciative; his words cradled by a soft whisper the same way he cradles your face in his warm, calloused hands. “you look wonderful like this. so mesmerizing, i can’t take my eyes off of you.”

the words of admiration that roll off his tongue are sincere, heartfelt, and you know exactly how much he means that. he’s made sure that no matter the circumstance, no matter the situation, you never doubt what he feels for you.

you send a shy smile his way. “you’re beautiful too,” you tell him, just as sincerely, twirling a lock of his hair.

he nudges his shoulder against yours. “then i suppose we make a dazzling pair, don’t we? perhaps we should invest in eye protection for those around us?”

you snort. “i know your pockets are deep, but truly, that’d be a waste of money.”

he throws his head back in laughter. “ah, you’re right.” he says, pretending to consider. “i’m sure they’ll be able to handle our radiance just fine.”

oh, how you wish every moment could be like this one.

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azrielsmate87 · 6 months

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Coming home Drabble

Azriel x reader

Summary: Azriel comes home from a mission early and accidentally wakes you

Warnings: N/A

Protecting the night court was never easy, even after over 500 years of experience the mental strain put on Azriel caused tension in his aching body. His wings drooping when stepping through the door of the small cabin on the outskirts of Velaris. It wasn’t massive by any means but it was wing friendly, and yours.

He passed the books that littered the floor along with other Knick knacks scattered around: paintings of your family from many decades ago, homemade candles from the market that made the cabin smell of jasmine and vanilla and warm fae lights strung along the shelf’s. It wasn’t much but you managed to make the small space cozy and a home, something Az was very happy with.

Tip toeing through the house Azriel took his boots off knowing the sound of them on the floorboards would wake you. Him coming home three days early wasn’t easy but it was worth it to be with you. Even though all he wanted to do was see you and your face light up at the fact he’s surprised you with his early return he couldn’t help but admire how beautiful you are in the moonlight.

He changed out of his leathers and noticed the jogging bottoms you temporarily stole from his room in the house of wind and changed into them, then slipped into bed next to you. He was finally comfortable. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled your back to his front and placed his head on top of yours revelling in your scent.

As Azriel started to drift off he felt you move. “That better be you shadowsinger or we’re going to have a problem” you groggily murmured into the night, enjoying the heat he provided you, knowing it was your mate. He chuckled at your hint of a threat and lazily skimmed his fingers over your arms trying to lull you to sleep “It’s me little one, go back to sleep” he whispered into your hair tightening his grip on your waist.

You knew the position would soon become uncomfortable for the huge bat next to you, so you gently tugged his arms allowing you to move and nudge Azriel until he was lying on his back with his wings splayed out. You curled into his side and nuzzled your face into his bare chest pressing your lips to his chest for a quick kiss, inhaling his scent feeling sleep consume you once more as he wrapped his wing around you almost as if to protect you from the world. You didn’t fight sleep but before you did you whispered to him,

“I’ll greet you properly tomorrow. Welcome home Az”

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scorpioriesling · 1 month

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Ideal Mate + Ideal Date HC

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Pairing(s): Reader x Rhysand / Cassian / Azriel / Lucien / Eris / Tamlin

Warnings: fluff, some light allusions to smut and brief suggestive scenes, light swearing

Summary: Headcannons/drabbles for (my idea!) what the "ideal" mate for each character is, with an ideal date for the two of them as well.

SR’s Note: Just another little idea I had, pls don't hate on me <3

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Rhysand

You would have to catch his eye because you're "different" in some way from other females

Whether it is because you are human, you are creative, you are undeniably brave and don't care who sees it... he is enraptured by you

All of these things intimidate him a little bit, which is why he has to learn about you from afar first before he can finally meet you

He is so nervous when he finally introduces himself, but unashamedly peers inside your head to see if you're even the least bit intrigued in him as he is by you

He's glad he did, and had nothing to worry about; you've fallen at first sight

He makes a point to learn things you like; he has tried to teach himself how to paint, but gets frustrated that it is one of the only things he can't master

He already asked you for an evening by the sidra to paint and have a picnic; too early, though as now he is realizing he is no good at the skill you excel in

"I just want you to know, painting isn't something I'm very talented in doing..."

You get butterflies realizing the most powerful and dangerous High Lord could be so nervous on a first date with a human female

"Allow me to help you, then."

He melts when your fingers hold his on the brush, only using one canvas as you paint a picture together instead of two separate ones

He can barely focus, your jasmine scent so close as you sit side by side on the soft grass by the river in the moonlight. He's not even focusing on the painting, but on your side profile instead, so intrigued in your work, the way your brows furrow in concentration

The moonlight illuminates the soft freckles on your nose; he wants to lean in and kiss each one of them

"No wonder you do not paint very well; you don't seem to have a strong sense of focus," you smirk

Cassian

He didn't want to like you when he met you, but somehow... he couldn't help himself

Your icy stare, the way you carried yourself, your strong sense of independence... you made it clear you didn't want any man

But he wanted you

At first he didn't know how to act around you, usually the fae he took interest in were kind and welcoming... but you had a bite that would send every male in Prythian screaming. He wasn't sure how to make you like him

He tried kindness; he earned a scowl. He tried buying you things; another sour look. He even tried inviting you to things, so you'd feel less isolated; all that got him was rejection, every time. Finally, he'd had enough

"What is it with you? Why won't you let anyone in? I get it, your family sucks, but-"

"Oh, please. You know nothing about me or my family." You'd spat

"Yeah! You're right, I don't," he heaves. "I don't... you don't tell me. You don't let a single person in. You don't talk to me, or tell me anything, or," he huffs a laugh. "Gods, I mean. You wouldn't step back and realize that someone cares so much for you, or see that I've just been trying to get you to love me back all along!" He'd throw his hands in the air, and they'd fall to his sides

You stand there, frozen in shock. You really could not believe what you were hearing, coming from Cassian, of all people

One minute, you're contemplating how to go about all this. Then, the next minute, you're not thinking at all

You're closing the distance, two steps at a time, throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips onto his. His large hands grasp your waist, holding you tight to him

You pull away and stare up into his wide, hazel eyes, boring into yours in utter disbelief

"Y/N... I can't do this if you're not serious about-"

"Take me out then. I'll show you just how serious I can be." His chest rises and falls, and he just shakes his head and lets out a suprised chuckle

"You'd really go out with me?" He asks, playfully. You roll your eyes in response, your usual irritation returning to your face

"Rita's in 30." You pull away from him and saunter off toward your room in the House of Wind, feeling his gaze on your swaying hips. You were already planning out a rather scandalous outfit for tonight, involving a tiny red dress hanging in your closet...

"You better stop staring at my ass, Cassie, or I might just change my mind." You call over your shoulder. He prectically clutches his chest with his hand

You were going to be the death of him

Azriel

Hear me out -- Azzie is attracted to someone who is originally viewed as very naive and harmless, but has a confident and brave side as well

He would see you from afar, wearing a pretty dress, a big bow in your hair while you walk along the streets in Velaris with your friends

Your smile has this man blushing!! and he doesn't even know you yet, but he knows he must have you

"You okay man?" Cassian asks, and Azriel cooly plays it off as being too hot in the mid-day sun. Cassian just gives a confused "whatever", but Rhysand says nothing as he knows exactly what is happening here

"I need a drink, and since Azriel is so warm," Rhysand side eyes his friend, smirking. Azriel immediately starts sweating. He knows Rhys is up to something, and Azriel has been casually observing you the whole morning that he's been in Velaris. You'd just gone into the small coffee shop, the one adorned with peonies outside; one Rhys was guiding the group of bat boys closer to. "...why don't we stop in here for some refreshments?"

He thinks his heart is going to fall out of his ass right now. He couldn't go in there -- you were already in there, and he was in no position to be talking to you right now

"Rhys, I uh, I don't know if I want coffee right now," he stutters quietly. Rhys chuckles, clapping a hand on his shoulder. Cassian looks between the two, still confused

"Ohhhhh Az," he sighs. "I'm sure they have water in there, and I am rather thirsty myself. Say, Cassian looks parched too -- why don't you go in and get us three waters, hmm?" Rhysand asks. Azriel glares at Rhys

"I know. What. You're doing." He says, voice clipped. Cassian scrunches his face behind the two of them.

"I mean, I'll go in and get 'em, I am kinda hot now that you mentioned the sun-" Cassian starts. Rhys puts a hand up, stopping his Illyrian friend and shaking his head. A wicked smile plays on his lips.

"No no, Azriel said he would go. We'll just wait outside..." He slinks over to a small table, and Cassian plops down in a chair, seeming to ask Rhys what was going on. The High Lord only stares between Azriel and the front door, silently ushering him to go inside. Azriel growls, forcing one foot in front of the other before he is finally opening the door and entering the small shop

The scent of roasting coffee beans and vanilla cream wafts through the air, the smell intoxicaitng and fresh. It only takes Azriel a moment to spot you, the blue and ivory sundress hugging you stunningly and the cream bow a stark contrast against your rich, flowing hair. He glances toward the window, and meets the eyes of both Rhysand and Cassian. Cassian gives him a cheesy thumbs up, and Azriel rolls his eyes as he heads towards the front counter. You're at the other end, waiting on your order

"Hi! How may I help you?" The cheery older woman behind the counter greets him. He can barely focus on anything, let alone the fae in front of him engaging in conversation when you're closer than you've been all day to him

"Three waters..." he says. The older lady follows his line of sight, a small smile pulling at her lips as she begins to chuckle

"I'll have those right out for you," hes still staring, and she shakes her head, continuing to smile at him. "Her name is Y/N."

This snaps him out of his daze. He looks to the cashier once more. "Y/N?" He repreats. The name has never sounded so lovely. Maybe it wouldn't have, but now he knows it belongs to you. The woman nods her head

"Yes, Shadowsinger." His lips part, but no words come out. "And, she is here every day around lunch time. Unwed. So... I'd suggest you go over there and do something about that, hmm?" Azriel can't hide the heat on his cheeks as the woman winks at him, turning to get working on a few orders. That was his turn to walk away, walk over to you...

As he approaches your side in the waiting area, his breath quickens. He can't help but notice you're alone, your friends have gone outside and oh-so-conveniently struck up a conversation with his two brothers.

Bastards.

"I don't think I've ever waited this long for a drink from here in my life," you say quietly, chuckling at the end. He only blinks, not sure if what he was hearing was true. Were you really speaking to him?

He turns to you, only to find you already gazing up at him. He can't help but smile, revealing his perfect teeth as he fumbles for what to say back

"Do you, come here? Often?" He asks. He already knew the answer, but...

"Almost every day!" You beam. "And you?"

He shakes his head. "First time in."

You nod slowly. "Oh... my. Well, I hope you've tried something delicious for your first experience." You grace him with another small grin, and he feels like he might melt at the sight. He hadn't realized how close you'd stepped, or maybe he had? Only mere inches separated-

"Three waters!" The cashier calls, setting down the three glasses in front of Azriel. His cheeks heat as he stares at them, the wide-eyed expression from his new crush not going unnoticed. It isn't long before the most lovely sound is filling his ears though.

You were giggling beside him.

"Oh... my..." you say between breaths. Azriel sighs, leaving the three cups on the counter and facing you. He can't help but let loose a chuckle himself, and your cheeks redden at the sight of him

"Well, it seems I'll need to come back and actually try something next time..." He says. You continue to giggle, trying hard to calm down and peer down at the floor, shaking your head.

"Hey, I've got a lot of great suggestions, but..." the cashier silently sets down your drink in front of you, and you pick it up. "...plain water maybe isn't one of them." You grin. Azriel grabs his water, taking a long swig and you wished that perhaps it was you on his lips instead-

You turned to walk toward the door, your new companion keeping up with you and holding the door open for you to exit. You open your mouth to thank him, but he beats you to it

"Maybe you can show me what you'd suggest? Next time?" Your wide eyes gaze up at him, his hazel ones squinting in the midday sun. The breeze lightly brushes his black hair across his tanned forehead, and you try really hard to supress the grin spreading across your face

"I'd meet you here tomorrow, but;" you hesitate. "Well, uh, I have ring training tomorrow at this time... but maybe the day following?" You look at him sheepishly. He looks as if he is ready to fall to his knees in front of you

"I'll be here, the day following." You rise on your tippy toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before skipping off to meet your friends. His eyes trail after you, his cheek tingling from where your lips made contact. He doesn’t register his brothers rising from the table and approaching him

“So uh… where are our drinks, Az?”

Lucien

Classic, but Lucie is going to fall for someone (kind of like Az) who is very soft and kind but can also hold her own

He is also going to rizz the shit out of you... but I feel like that is already a given

I feel like he would actually meet you in the Day Court when he's there on an assignment, and you'd be one of Helion's advisor's daughters and he would immediately be drawn to you

The gold and white dress and accessories you'd appeared in... oh he's down bad

He saw you at first in a group setting, not really being able to keep his eyes off of you but then later he spotted you near a pond of sunlight and couldn't walk away

He was walking closer, and noticed you actually weren't alone but were actually comforting a small child who appeared upset near the pool's edge. The boy stood, peering down at you on your knees as you ran your thumbs across his cheeks. Lucien leaned against a nearby tree, not wanting to interrupt, but also so intrigued by the scene in front of him

"There is no need to worry, sweetheart," your tender words pulled at something deep in Lucien's chest, though you weren't speaking to him at all. The little one sniffled and nodded, staring deep into your eyes. "I know it is frightening when we are lost, but look," you give the boy an award winning smile and Lucien feels like his heart is singing for you already. "...I've found you, and you're safe here! You know?" You say. He reaches out his little arms and braces them around your neck, hands tangling in your cascade of curls. You pull him in close, not letting go until he does

You take his precious fingers in yours, and he walks closely beside you as you make your way back to the palace. "Now, let's go find your mommy, okay honey?"

Lucien swears he could cry, hes never seen anyone so kind and gentle. He couldn't imagine having someone like that to love, and made the decision then that he would be introducing himself to you later that evening, properly

And when he does... ohhhh he charms you. It wasn't hard for you to fall for Lucien as quickly as he fell for you; he practically screamed "husband material"

He'd taken you on many dates, but the one that was the most special was when he brought you to a waterfall on horseback, just before sunset. He tied your shared horse to a tree, and led you to a small alcove where a small picnic was pre-set, the sunset streaming through the falling water just right (thank you, Helion). Apple pie, roasted turkey, and autumnal wine adorned the small blanket, as well as a little golden box in the middle. Your hand flew to your mouth

"I know the sunset and these falls make you who you are in the Day Court," Lucien says sheepishly as he guides you to the spread. You take your seats and he doesn't let go of your hand. "I wanted to show you a little bit of what makes me who I am too..." he trails off. You can't help the silver lining your eyes as you take in the scene around you

"Autumn and Day... who would've thought." You smile at him, and he reaches for the box. Opening it, he pulls out a thin golden necklace with a sun symbol on it.

"I love you to great lengths, Y/N," You only then notice as he is unclasping it that he already adorns one of the same around his neck.

"I don't want to leave you, or this place anymore," he says, reaching behind your neck to fasten the clasp. He breathes in your hibiscus scent, and his fingers trail down the side of your cheek. You can't help but let a tear slip free, realizing you'd never have to say goodbye again

"I won't ever leave you, or this court, again."

Eris

You caught the attention of Eris because you were plain

Literally

Eris was so excited (but, confused?) because he'd never genuinely loved a female beyond his sexual encounters, then he'd met you and you'd absolutely ruined everyone else for him

You were overlooked by everyone, which made you feel horrible most of your life, but Eris treated you like a queen, and he appreciated your simplicity and liked how uncomplicated you were

You were not even High Fae; which didn't go over well with Beron, but Eris didn't care. You made him feral. He'd kill his own father for you if it meant spending the rest of eternity with you.

His father was always trying to marry him off with other High Fae or noble females, but they were always too much to handle or too bratty and stuck up to Eris

He also didn't appreciate his father telling him who he would be allowed to chose and who he couldn't

But boy oh boy, did he choose you

He liked to keep your outings private, so no one would be able to swoop in and ruin the time you had together

But, that did not stop him from going all out for you and giving you all of the things you did not get to indulge in

He definately used his status to his advantage...

Your favorite date to go on -- a repeat date, as it was a shared favorite -- was to the orchard. Eris would spoil you by taking you shopping the day prior (you'd almost always choose a crimson or maroon sundress with matching flats) for a new outfit, and you'd wear said outfit the next day

You'd always wear one of his rings, though the two of you were not yet properly wed, and the sight of it made him weakkkkk I am telling you weak

He'd reserve the orchard for the day, and the two of you would ride on the wagon, share warm cider, and walk along the treelines as you both did when you were just young children

Obviously there would be apple picking, and he'd purposefully wander near a tree with ones dangling higher than you could grasp

"Eris, I can't-" you huff, stretching an arm up and dancing on your tip toes in search of the hanging fruit on a branch out of your reach. His eyes would wander, taking in your bare legs as your short dress rode up higher on your thighs-

Ughhhhh, this is not the place, Eris

"Allow me, my love." He would bend down, hiking you up on his shoulder and standing at his full height, arm bent and wrapped around your knees as you sat atop his shoulderblade. You'd wobble a bit, but, now you could reach the Honeycrisp you'd been going for.

Reaching toward branch, you grab on and yank. Seeing it glimmering in the warm September sun, you can't help but to bite into it, a satisfying crunch as a tiny drop of juice trails from the corner of your lips. A satisfied "hmmm" escapes your throat as you close your eyes, but the male beneath you catches on to what you're doing

"Heyyy," Eris slides you off his shoulder, hands firmly gripping your hips and gently setting you on your feet. Your spun around to face him, and he smirks down at you. Your now wide eyes stare into his amber ones as he leans in, licking the drop near your mouth and then leaning in close to your ear

His breath was warm on your neck, and a shiver ran down your spine as goosebumps appeared on your arms. His warm hands trailed up and down your upper arms, his voice low and husky. "These are for picking -- I thought we could eat... later..."

Tamlin

So... stay with me here on this one. Tam Tam is getting a mate that has a power dynamic that is going to absolutely match his okay

Whatever energy you give me, I'm matching it... that is the dynamic that this duo is giving here

Also... I feel like after Feyre, he would pull a complete 180 and be with someone who would put him in his place from the very beginning

His previous relationship really messed him up, but after he healed from that... he absolutely changed for the better I feel like. I think he would be with someone who would keep him in check, remind him when he's acting out, and almost maybe scare him a little? Kind of like Cassian and his ideal mate lol

Except... his ideal girlie would also be maybe just a tad unhinged

Just like him

It's alright... we love to see it

Anyways

His mate would be very modernly beautiful, I feel like; what comes to mind when you think of "society's beautiful". Not fake, however. Just very blessed, and just born this way -- lucky her! Lol

This, of course, caught Tamlin and the entirety of the Spring Court's eye

He was not very intimidated by his ideal mate, at first, but when he got to know you a little bit better, he wanted to do everything right and not screw anything up like last time

If he did mess up, or do things that were genuinely wrong or out of line... oh did he hear about it. You definitely kept him in check

Yet, another reason the Spring Court loved you

He did get easily jealous of other males, High Fae and lesser faeries alike for looking at you too long, talking to you, and fawning over you of course

Who wouldn't?

He'd wrap his arm around you a little tighter when in public, or kiss you literally right on the mouth in the middle of the square if people were staring at you for longer than he'd like

But, you honestly didn't care. You reveled in it, the attention you got from others, which in turn, drove him wild and would lead to his posessiveness of you taking over-

Phew... yeah uhm

Dating... he wouldn't even bother making dates private. He liked showing you off, even though other guys looking at you made him nuts

You liked public dates, because you liked to be shown off, and again, his posessiveness was so sexy and would usually lead to a great time (in PRIVATE, of course) once the nice lil date was over

You'd make it even better by wearing something fun for him when he'd take you out. Let's say... dinner, for example

You'd start sitting across the booth from each other, both recieving polite hello's and compliments from every faerie who passed your table. You'd of course return them; one thing he'd picked up from you was your politeness and manners

After a little while of spending time together and him gazing into your eyes, he'd seem a little... distracted... and slip into the same side of the booth with you instead, just to be closer to you

It didn't really help his case, but he really liked the smell of wildflower and honey that seemed to radiate from you

He'd have one arm around your shoulders, tracing small circles on your skin with his finger and you’d giggle because it tickled

But it also distracted you from his other hand slowly tracing up your thigh...

...and under your short, oh so short skirt...

Finally, you'd caught onto what he was doing and sat up straight, the corset top you'd expertly paired with this outfit for this reason alone doing you justice as his gaze flicked down to where it curved low below your collarbone. A soft growl graced the shell of your ear, and you only chuckled as his hot breath tickled the side of your neck

"You didn't put anything on under this... did you?"

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