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idk if I’m too late, but I was wondering if I could request howl x fem!reader maybe reuniting after being apart a long time?

I’d love it to be nsfw but if you’re not comfy with that I totally get it! I mainly wanted fluff & angst 😂

In the Grand Scheme of Things (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 !! 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He slipped through the front door silently, but of course, you were there for everything.’

You were sitting at the kitchen table as usual. Lost in your own thoughts. Waiting for him to come home. Even as the days passed and passed and passed. Even as the sun set and set and set. Even as the moon rose and rose and rose. You found yourself waiting and waiting in the same seat as always. You would gaze out the window. You would look out into the sea of people or the empty streets of whichever town he had tied the castle to before leaving. And you would wait and wait for the moment you would see him walk up those steps that lead to home.

You know in the grand scheme of things, it hasn’t been very long since he had left you and Markl here. He didn’t know when he would be back so he told you not to worry. He told you not to wait. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t. Sure, the days would pass by without. you would do your chores and your work and you would care for the castle- a dutiful Calcifier always there to lend a hand. But the days still truly did feel like an eternity. Every hour and every minute. And while you tried to keep it strong for Markl, you know the poor boy eventually landed in the same boat as you. Waiting and waiting with only the memories of his departure to keep you going for now. The way he ruffled Markl’s hair. The wait he held your face as he kissed you goodbye.

Yes, in the grand scheme of things, these are nothing but mere moments flashing by in your life. But in the grand scheme of things, there’s no one you miss, no one you love, no one you adore more than him.

That’s why you stood at his sudden arrival in the middle of the night. That’s why your eyes met his from across the room without so much as a word to spare.

And that’s why you ran to him, as he ran to you- arms wide and ready for the touch of someone you cherish most of all.

“Howl,” You whimper as soon as you collide with his chest. His arms wrap themselves around your waist quickly and your arms are around his shoulders with a similar speed. In an instant, your body relaxes into his as you struggle to contain yourself. This trip of his- you knew about it so far in advance. But it was so hard living your life every day, not knowing if you when you’ll see him again. It’s the job of a wizard to leave when called upon. And it’s within this job that Howl could easily not return to your arms once more. So easily. “Howl, I was so- I was so…”

Too easily.

“Shh…there’s no need to get yourself worked up anymore, now is there?” He’s quick to hush your broken voice as he squeezes you tighter into his chest. His arms adjust you within his grip to the point he’s able to pull you flush against him as another hand reaches out and cups your cheeks with a delicate grip. Beautiful blue eyes peer down into yours with a heavy, half-lidded stare. His thumb strokes your cheek as he leans closer and closer to you, his voice taking on the sweet, quiet little melody that you know and love so, so much. “I’m here now, my darling. And I won’t go anywhere. Not for a long time.”

With that, he surges forward. And you’re not far behind as you find yourself standing on your toes and rising up to meet him in a kiss. His lips against yours is such a familiar feeling. A welcomed feeling. Even now, it spreads butterflies through your stomach. Even now, it sends sparks across your skin. Giving you that same feeling- that same desire that you know you can’t live without. A fire that you know he feels too.

Because the kisses start to get deeper. His head starts to move and he guides you into following his lips. And then his body starts to move. Rocking you side to side in the most innocent of ways. Then walking you backward with little, tiny steps until your back hits the door. And even then, he finds a way to pull you away from the door, open it up, and push you inside the room without ever breaking the kiss.

And it’s inside there his touches become less innocent. It’s inside there, “I missed you” becomes replaced by “I want you.”

In the darkness of this room, there’s no one to stop you. No one to witness you both as you greet each other hello. No one but him. So you’re all too excited for his hands as they begin to wander. In between louder, deeper, hotter kisses, his hand is sliding down your backside and gripping at anything he can get his hands on. At this, your hands are no longer content with just staying around his shoulders. Now, they’re tugging at his hair to hold him close. Now, they’re enjoying the sounds they’re able to pull from his lips with such simple motions. The muted groans of his subtle pleasure. The soft chuckles when you give him the reaction he was looking for. It’s all there for you. It’s all there for him. It’s all there for no one but the two of you to enjoy and enjoy and enjoy.

So that’s what you do.

You take your time, and you enjoy him. You enjoy this and you enjoy your time together. While the castle and the town are fast asleep, you spend your time in his arms making up for all the moments that you lost. Because for the first time, in what feels like a long, long time- you get to hear his voice- especially as he whispers sweet nothings and daring commands to you. For the first time, in what feels like a long, long time- you get to be held and cared for by his hands- especially as he takes his time undressing and pleasuring you. For the first time, in what feels like a long, long, long time- you feel that are truly close to him. Close as two people could ever be. Close as two people would ever be. Yet somehow? You feel even closer than that.

And in the grand scheme of things, you can’t help but find that there are no better moments than ones like this.

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Pretty Little Thing (Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

Kinktober 2022 Day Twenty-One: Collaring

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He made it by hand. The pretty little thing it is. That was all him. Crafted every single inch of it. Poured his magic into every single part of it. And you find that being the reason why your hand always seems to make its way back to it. Even while out in public.

Of course, you’ve gotten many questions about it. Many ladies have stopped you on the street, asking where you’ve gotten such a fine and revolutionary piece of jewelry. A few gentlemen have stopped you as well- inquiring to your softly about where they might find something quite like what you have for a woman they were holding dear to their hearts. But you couldn’t answer all the questions. The questions that mattered the most to these strangers who stopped you in the street. But you were able to answer one question each time, without fail. But it was an answer that never satisfied those who were fixing to purchase. An answer that puzzled those who were just simply curious.

“My fiance, Howl. He gave me this necklace,” You would tell people. “He made it by hand.”

And you don’t blame the huffs and puffs of frustration that response would earn you. The necklace draped around your neck is truly a sight to behold. It sits high up on your neck- wrapped around your throat in a way just tight enough to keep it in place. A style that it’s too common in your society of flowy skirts and airy shirts. From what you know, it is a simple silver chain wrapped in a piece of black fabric for both your comfort and style. The fabric feels like silk against your throat. Never irritating your skin. Only coddling it as you go about your days. And the color makes it easy to match with your dresses. You have yet to find an outfit that clashes with your little necklace. And you know Howl intended for it to be this way from the very start.

Though the part that always managed to catch people’s eyes is the gem. A small, modest white gem is attached to the necklace. It’s rounded in the shape of a teardrop and hangs delicately from the fabric-colored chain. And while it may be small, you know it is mighty. The luster and the shimmer of the gem never fails to draw people’s attention to you and your necklace. It shines so sweetly. It gleams so gently. A gem so proud and so perfect, you can’t help but start to believe that perhaps Calcifer really was the fire behind the beauty of your stone. Even if every time Howl tells you that, it’s with a sly smile and a quick wink.

But there’s a part to your necklace that only the two of you know. A part that you like the most out of every feature. A part that makes you feel adored. Loved. Wanted. Almost like it’s a secret designed to make you feel so special.

“This way, my dear.”

A secret that you can’t help but be reminded of in moments like these.

It’s not often that you find yourself going on an outing with Howl. He hardly ever leaves the castle these days- the shopping often left up to you and Markl. So when he said he had an errand to run and he wanted you to join, you couldn’t help but grow excited. To show off the necklace was one thing. But to walk through the town as you hung off of the arm of such a handsome man- it brought a feeling of pride that you couldn’t help but love to feel. Only, he doesn’t always guide you with his arm. Because sometimes…

“Are you alright, my dear? You looked flustered.”

Sometimes he guides you by the necklace too.

“I-” You find yourself starting to say something, but the words are easily lost in your throat as you find yourself unsure of what to say. Howl gives you a look of innocence as he stands a few feet away from you. Acting as if he’s not sure what could put you in such a flushed state while out in public. But behind those wide blue eyes of his, you can see his mischievous and tricky nature - clear as day. It complements the smirk he’s just barely fighting off as the corner of his lips twitch upwards. And you want so badly to give him a pointed look back as if it would be equal to the emotions you feel. But then you feel it again. “H-Howl!”

The tug of your necklace. Closer to where he stands.

“Ah, it seems my dear fiance has missed me,” He remarks, tone gentle and words as floaty as the breeze that surrounds you both. There is magic in the air. His magic. And the way your necklace buzzes with excitement tells you that it’s true. “Come closer, my love. You know I don’t bite.”

You don’t know how, but he somehow manages to make you even more flustered with quiet implication in his words. Though it’s not the first time he has done this. Yet, it never fails to warm your cheeks as you watch him make the subtle flick of a wrist to pull you forward and closer to his grasp. And to any other eyes, you know it’ll look like you’ve stumbled. You know it will look like you’re tripping over your feet to get back to your fiance who had just walked a few paces ahead of you. But those eyes don’t know the truth. Like the strangers they are, they’ll look on for a moment before going about their lives.

But you will look at Howl. And Howl will look at you. He'll look at your eyes and your nose. Your mouth and your cheeks. Your neck and your chest-

This next time it happens, you’re a little more prepared. Your body is a little more willing to take those steps forward as another flick of the wrist has you moving even closer to him. Pulling you closer with the necklace- the leash that only he could see. That only he can control. That only he can make. And you’ll let him. Even if it causes you a few moments of embarrassment while out in public. Even if it causes you a few moments of inconvenience while you’re doing something else.

Because Howl gifted you a beautiful necklace. One that stands out in a crowd but fits right in with all your clothes. One that holds a spectacular but modest gem. One that allows him to pull you closer to him with magic and magic alone. And when you’re close enough to touch him, it’s a necklace that sits on your throat so perfectly, that it goes well with the feeling of his fingers grazing your neck above and below the fabric. A necklace that he made by hand. A necklace that he crafted with magic. A necklace that he controls with love.

A necklace that only he can take off.

A necklace that you never want to take off.

Because you desire to feel its magic. You desire to feel its power. You desire to feel its connection. To its creator. To its source. To its origin.

To Howl.

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you should totally write for howl again 💖💖

Dancing With Yourself (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢 𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗢 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗜 𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜𝗧

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

There’s always music playing in Howl’s castle.

It comes from one lone grand piano. One you’ve never seen anyone sit down and play. It sits in the drawing-room with the beautiful curtains and pretty couch cushions. And if it weren’t for you constantly going around and cleaning all the nooks and cranny of the castle, you’re sure that layer of dust you found covering it would continue to grow. Yet, it’s always there- making its music spread far and wide across the castle. Weaving in and out of rooms. Climbing through windows and reaching up chimneys. Just so it could be heard. So you suppose it’s only natural. A house as magical as this one would have a few more tricks up its sleeve every time you swear you’ve found them all. Though this surprise happens to be one of the best ones of them all.

In the morning, it’s a springtime medley, coaxing you out of bed and onto your feet. Slow and easy starts. Light notes and quiet motifs. Helping you say hello to the world once more. By noon, it’s summertime orchestra, guiding you around the house and accompanying you on a chore-filled day. Bold, new styles to help inspire new thoughts and ideas. And explosive rhythms for when you finally get your groove. Always there to turn a lazy afternoon productive. And at night? It’s a quiet little solo. Lulling you to bed with the softest of themes and the sweetest of tunes. The very dreams that dance around your head.

But this afternoon, the music is a little different.

You noticed it while you were doing the sweeping by the stairs. Calcifer was dozing off. A midday nap was in order for the little fire demon with the brightest spark. Still, you trekked on as silently as possible, hoping to not disturb his slumber now that you’ve moved on from clearing the ashes out of his fireplace and restocking his wood. With your sleeves pushed up, hair pinned back, and your broom as your weapon, you were determined to get through your cleaning list sooner rather than later. An evening under the setting sun and rising stars with Howl and Markl sounded like a dream come true- if you’re able to get everything done in time.

But something was slowing you down. Something about the music. Usually, the melodies you hear are unfamiliar. A little background buzz that pushes you to go forward each time without making you stop to take in the tune that would loop over and loop without ever sounding unpleasant or repetitive to your ears. An artistic and experimental show just for you and whoever else was in the castle at the moment. But something about this time wasn’t right. Something about this time was completely different than all the days before.

You had heard this song before.

You must have realized it long ago, though the thought must have only registered fully in your head now that you’ve caught yourself sweeping the same pile of dust in every which way in favor of tapping your toe to the beat. The second you became after of how much it had entrapped you, you froze, nearly dropping your broom in the process. But living with a powerful wizard and his budding apprentice has sharpened your senses. And your reflexes. Your recovery was as swift as a breath, a count to three, and there you were- off on your merry way to sweep somewhere besides the stairs.

But as you approached the kitchen table, your mind became caught again. ‘What song was this?’ Your mind couldn’t help but wonder, as the motif rolled in and flooded your head. ‘Why is it so familiar?’ Your head can’t help but question, as you slowly prop the broom up against the table and take a step back. ‘Where have I heard this before?’ Your thoughts start to wander, trying to place a name, a location, a face- anything to this song.

But then your eyes flutter close. A blurry picture springs forth in your mind. Moving shapes. Moving colors. A scene you must have seen many times before to recall like so. A scene you must have seen when you were young. Young and inspired. Young and excited. Young and bold. It reminds you of the first day you stepped inside the infamous moving castle. It reminds you of chasing the stairs and struggling to onboard. It reminds you of what it was like seeing magic at work for the first time, But most of all? It reminds you of being held. By someone you love. By someone, you care about.

By someone like Howl.

And so, your hands reach out, as if to hold someone. A hand up high, as if reaching towards the sun. A hand a little lower, as if to wrap around the shoulders of someone you hold dear. You open your eyes, to face a partner that isn’t truly there-

And you dance.

You dance, and you dance, and you dance. You dance to a song you just barely recall. You make up the moves as you go. You step in a circle. And then in a square. You float about the kitchen as if it were the ballroom. With your eyes slipping closed once more, you imagine that itself not by yourself, that you are dipping. But rather it is at the hands of a handsome man. With a smile on your face, you imagine that it is not by yourself that you are twirling around in a dainty circle. But rather, it is at the hands of someone you had been eyeing for a long time. And with your ears, open for nothing but the sweet sound of the piano that plays itself, you cross your arms over your chest and sway. Imaging that, it is not by yourself, but rather, by the careful and warm hands of a good friend you can’t help but wish for something more.

You take this moment to slow down. To remember your steps. To practice the ones you liked best. To compose your own dance routine to make sense of the faded picture that still echoes in your mind. A two-step here. A twirl right there. Hold them like so. Hold them and never let go. Picturing all the movements and all the steps over, and over again until you’re satisfied.

And perhaps this is a silly thing to do. Perhaps this is nothing more than you chasing a fleeting thought instead of getting your work done. You can already imagine the laughter Calicifer will bring once he wakes up to see you dancing by yourself. And you can already imagine the questions Markl will have, once he sees you moving about the room in a trance-like state. But by now, any thought of picking up the broom once more is no longer on your mind. In fact, all you can think about doing is reaching out your hands once more.

A hand up high, as if reaching towards the sun. A hand a little lower, as if to wrap around the shoulders of someone you hold dear. You open your eyes, to face a partner that you once thought wasn’t there-

“May I have this dance, my dearest?”

And you smile. Big and wide as Howl’s velvety voice as he asks you his question. Because it gives you an excuse to reach a hand as if it were the sun. And to wrap an arm around his shoulders, because he’s someone one dear. It gives you an excuse to face him. To revel in his grasp. To shine your brightest under a soft, blue-eyed gaze.

And dance.

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Soooo I‘d be down for some Howlxreader stuff.. I was thinking some jealousy drama because some girl was flirting with howl and an argument between reader and Howl would fuel my current mood😈 but at the end some nice makeup sex and fluff would be great

Selfish Grasp (Howl x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 !!! 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆 !!!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 !! 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Howl is a selfish man.

“You’re pouting.”

But sometimes, you can be too.

You don’t turn to him- even though his stupidly charming voice floats over to where you are. Instead, you stay perfectly still with your knees pulled up to your chest and your hand holding your chin. You don’t move from your spot at the bay window, fighting the way the breeze that slips through cracks of the seal is making you shiver in favor of keeping up appearances. It doesn’t matter how the sight of this little town has grown dull and your body aches from sitting here. It doesn’t matter how your thin dress with its short sleeves offers very little protection against the breeze as it comes in. You’re mad at him. And he should know why. Even if you stubbornly refuse to say why.

“I’m not.” You deny, not even bothering to hide the icy tone your voice takes. You’re glad he’s sitting far behind you- probably hunched over his desk doing who knows what. It’s the one way to hide the way your bottom lip juts out stubbornly in a stupid pout. The one arm wrapped around your legs just tugs them tighter to you. It’s childish. You’re childish. But you’re frustrated, and he’s pretty. So, so pretty. You thought you would be used to it by now. Yet somehow, it always manages to blindside you in the worst possible ways. “I’m just enjoying the sun.”

“Enjoying the sun, huh?”

At his accusing hum, you can’t help but bristle silently with a huff. In an instant, you hear him laughing, and you can’t help but start to beat yourself up in your head for giving in to him so easily. The teasing lilt to his voice has you growing warm in the face- both from being angry and being flustered. It’s not fair how he has you wrapped around his finger, and so effortlessly too. But you won’t let him win. Not this time. And not anymore. Because as childish as this is treatment is, your feelings are very real.

So if you have to stew in your thoughts before you finally decide to voice what you feel (or wait around until he finally gets tired of the bad energy that you seem to be emitting) then so be it. Besides, confrontation is never easy when all he has to do is give you a smile just to make you melt.

Oh, if only he knew the extent of what he did to you.

“Yes…I don’t know why you sound so unsure.” You’re speaking through gritted teeth. This time, there at least some attempt to sound pleasant. On most days like these, you would be enjoying the sun. Sitting in the bay window in Howl’s office was one of your favorite things to do while he was working. It’s was quite easy to enjoy his presence, even if the room was completely silent and he was out of sight. On some days, you would even fall asleep by the window. Only to wake up in his lap or covered by his jacket as you're curled up like a cat. But right now? You’d rather spend tea with the Wicked Witch of the east than ask for him right now. “It’s a nice day outside. So, I am enjoying it.”

There’s a moment of silence that follows. No sound of his voice offering back some type of smart response. No sound of his pen scribbling against his paper. No sound of him even performing magic. Nothing. You didn’t need to turn around to feel his eyes on you but not knowing the expression on his face made you weary. So much so that your hand finds the charm of the necklace adorning your neck and tugs at it, your fingers looking for something to do. Oh, if only he knew the extent of what he did to you.

It happens after a while, but you finally hear the telltale sound of him putting down a quill and the rustle of papers. It’s followed quickly by the sound of his desk chair, groaning as it’s pushed back. You squeeze your eyes shut, your fist closing around your necklace. Deep in the back of your head, your mind supplies to you how it’s one of the first things that he gave you. One of the first things he enchanted for you. And now you’re suddenly reminded of how it’s supposed to be connected to and help him read your mood when he gets too wrapped up in his own world. Great.

Part of you is stuck on the fact that this is what you wanted. His attention back on you. Solely on you and you alone. It’s the same part of you that argues within yourself that you’re being childish and that it’s actually a good thing that he’s taking the first step in getting you to open up about what you’re feeling right now. After all, it shows that he cares. The very thing you were afraid wasn’t true. The very thing that got you wrapped up in your head in the first place.

The other part of you, however, was still forcing her eyes shut. Still imaging what the office looks like- all the tall bookshelves the recently unused fireplace for those perilous cold nights or surprise visits from Calcifer. And even if you hear the soft brush of resistance as his chair slides against the large, vibrant red rug on the ground, you imagine that he’s not there. Because Howl is a selfish man.

And sometimes, you can be too.

That’s why you imagine that’s it’s not his footsteps now gliding towards you, passing gracefully by piles and piles of haphazardly strew about notebooks and lonely pieces of paper. And you imagine that it’s not his warmth radiating off his skin as his figure stands close to your back and leans over your shoulder. Instead, you think of the chandelier and its glistening crystals and the armchair in the corner that was big enough for two, and the unsealed window you’re sitting in front of, wondering how that could even happen in a castle controlled by his will.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong…” You hate the way you can feel him lean close to your ear, and speak directly into it with a hushed, breathy whisper. There’s a tickle of his hair against your skin and now you have to imagine him- bending at the waist with a smile teasing on his face- hoping to get a reaction out of you. “I can’t fix it for you, my dear.”

“Howl…!” Your eyes snap open just in time for a tiny peck to be placed on your cheek, and you’re met with his bright blue eyes giving you a knowing look. You’re struggling to string together an argument, a sentence, or just anything longer than an exclamation of his name. But one look at his face tells you that he knows why you’re in a bad mood. And he’s not going to do anything until you use your words. And you don’t know why and you don’t know how. All you know is that it frustrates you to no end. That he frustrates you to no end. “Fine! It’s that girl! Okay?!”

“What girl?”

Your hand squeezes around your necklace. Once. Twice. But it doesn’t calm you down so you opt to let it drop back against your neck as your blood boils hot. You should have seen it coming. You should have known he’d play dumb. He was never one to make it easy for you, in any way, shape, or form. But still, you give into him because he’s Howl. The pretty wizard that took you in a long, long time ago. And now he’s the pretty wizard that makes you so hot with anger that you can’t help but pop up from your seat and start waving your hands in his face.

“You know exactly the girl I’m talking about, and don’t you deny it, Mister! Honestly Howl, she was all over you this morning! She didn’t even listen to Markl when he tried to fulfill her order! She just had to speak to you, didn’t she?” Before you know it, your lips are moving. Everything you were holding in for hours as you sat in silence comes spilling out of you in seconds in one big mess. Your hands clench and unclench as you move them around to emphasize your point. You’re on autopilot now- barely thinking about anything except what’s been eating away at you for so long now. “Talk about shameless! Oh, and you should have seen the way she looked at me. I wasn’t even standing near you yet even as she just had to glare at me everything you spared someone that wasn’t her a fraction of your attention. And the way she just hung off your arm the entire time-!”

Your words are cut short as you blink and suddenly his face is a mere breath away from yours. It’s only then that you realize that you were stepping impossibly closer to him with every passing moment. Your eyes flicker downwards and you can see his hands just ghosting over your hips and now? You’re paralyzed. You’re stuck, and you don’t know how to hold out. His touch looks inviting and of course, you remember the feeling of his warm palms through the fabric of your dress as he holds you close. So you look back up. And all you can see is him.

Howl. Your Howl. And just don’t know what to do with yourself.

“I didn’t see the way she looked at me. I couldn’t.” His voice is gentle. It’s like the breeze you feel by the window. It’s like the warm sun that you feel through the window. Your head tilts downwards, and you feel too drained to support your own head. It has you putty in his hands in seconds. You’re reduced to a dazed mess of the rush of emotion you had just released. The adrenaline is drained from your body, and now all you can do is sway until he stands you right. Fall until he catches you. You’ve made your bed and now you’re about to sleep in it too. “I was too busy looking at you.”

And for some reason, you’re not angry. Not at him, at least. Not anymore.

“Howl…” You begin again, your voice sounding weak. It’s all he needs as permission to scoop you up into his arms and place you on his lap as he takes your spot by the window. You barely lasted a minute in this conversation. You were quick to break down your walls. Quick to feel your frustration dissolve at just a few short words. One cheesy line and he’s gotten to you, hook line and sinker. But it’s the honesty in his voice that weighs the heaviest in your chest. “I just…”

“I don’t remember what she looks like,” He confesses easily as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his chest. You breathe him in, the scent of flowers and herbs faintly lingering in his clothes. The feeling of his body pressed against you is welcoming. It’s desirable, especially as his long fingers reach down and tease at the hem of your dress. The implication is there- and it’s something you don’t miss. If he really wanted to, he could have had that girl who fawned over his pretty blue eyes and dark, luscious hair. He could have easily slept with the girl who felt the need to ask him what every ring on his finger meant. He could have easily forgotten about you in favor of the girl who was easy. The girl who wasn’t you. “So that must have meant she looked like nothing compared to you, my starlight.”

And yet, it’s underneath your dress that his fingers are starting to reach sinful heights, is it not?

The old term of endearment effectively gets a soft laugh out of you as it’s quickly followed by him burying his face in your neck. The way he inhales against your skin tickles, but that feeling is quickly overshadowed by lips pressed against your throat. Your gasp is quiet as his hand creeps up higher, very boldly gripping the meat of your thigh as teeth begin to brush against the most sensitive part of your neck. Your hands reach up- wrapping around his shoulders as your eyes flutter close, and you wonder why you were even jealous in the first place.

You know he has an eye from pretty things. It’s what he’s told you over and over again whenever you have doubts about being able to stand next to someone as great as hell. You but you always knew he never had much regard for others. Even now, you can recall the passive look on his face as the girl who had made you feel so threatened tugged on his sleeve. But even as she batted her eyes and sung his praises, he never truly turned an eye onto her for more than a moment. He was naturally charming, sure. But he was naturally selfish true. You saw a threat in a girl whom he didn’t consider to be worth more energy than necessary. Because how could he? Howl’s always been a selfish man.

Especially when it comes to you.

The moan you let out is quiet as he nips at your skin. It’s quickly replaced with the feeling of him sucking a nice, big mark onto your neck- a spot you wouldn’t easily be able to cover up with something you owned. You’d likely have to ask him for something to cover it up, and you can only imagine the way he’d tease you then. Still, you let him do what he wants with your body as you push thoughts of the girl vying for his attention out of your head.

Though that task becomes a lot easier as his hand finally reaches for the band of your panties with every intention of taking them off of you within the next couple of seconds. Before you know it, you find yourself being eased off his lap and standing in front of him. And as he slides your underwear down your thighs and into his pocket, you know you can’t recall anything you’ve ever felt besides blur bliss. That’s all you can feel as you settle back into his grasp. Pure bliss.

“She meant nothing to me, my dear. Absolutely nothing.” His breath is hot by your ear. So, so hot. But his words to you grow numb as your head fills with clouds and your cunt filled with his fingers. Moans fill the study. His study and you don’t have it in you to wonder if Howl thought to lock the door before he reached under your little dress and decided to have his way with you. You’re selfish like that sometimes. “So there’s nothing to worry about, hmm? Besides…”

“Howl…I…”

Your voice carries softly as your hand weakly grabs his wrist. A quiet moan passes through your lips, and Howl is quick to capture the sound for himself. It’s only when his teeth start tugging at your bottom lip, and his fingers begin to curl that you start to vaguely recall an overwhelming urge you felt earlier. An urge to grab him close. To pull him out of sight. To kiss him stupid. To let him do unmentionable things to you. But every little reason why that idea was put in your mind floats away with every kiss he steals for you. But that’s fine too. Because you don’t need to worry your pretty little head while you’re sitting on his lap with your eyes closed and your knees apart. After all, Howl is a selfish man.

“I’ve got you in my grasp now, my little starlight. And I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

Especially when it comes to you.

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The Lightest Touch (Howl)

Kinktober 2021 Day Twenty-Four: Sensation Play

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He murmurs into your ear, purposely trying to get a reaction out of you. It works like a charm, your body instantly arching as you let out a shuddered breath. He chuckles down at you, the meticulous sound causing goosebumps to rise across your uncovered skin. He steps away from you with an unspoken promise that he’ll be back before you know it. But you can tell he’s gone when you no longer feel the heat from his warm aurora. You miss it. You miss him. You’re becoming a mess, and he hasn’t even started. “Now lay down and relax.”

The lightest voice, the softest of touches. He could tell you to do almost anything.

And you’d listen.

You breathe in and out deeply, your fingers nervously tapping against your sides as you hear Howl glide across the room. It was his idea to try this- whatever this is. He called it an experiment when he presented it to you, though there was barely anything to present. All he shared with you if that you needed to strip, lie on your back on his bed, close your eyes, and open your legs. He promised you he’d take care of everything. And you trust him. You really do.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t be impatient.

You hear rustling to the right and instinctively you turn your head. In the quiet ambiance of the room, it’s easy to locate where he is. Although he may glide on his feet like the wind itself, you know him too well by now. And that means you know how he has a flair for the dramatics and just loves to drag things out for way longer than it needs to be. But that just means you’re often left waiting, waiting, and waiting- bursting with curiosity and anticipation time after time. So when you got a little tired of waiting and with nothing to do but lay there and listen, you couldn’t help but take a chance and crack open an eye when-

“No peeking.”

When you hear Howl call over his shoulder. His voice is teasing, but there’s still a firmness to it that makes you know he’s serious about what he wants to do to you. You squeak out, turning your head away from him and squeezing your eyes shut as if that will change the fact that you just got caught. He chuckles at you again, and you hear only a little more rustling before everything stops, he begins to walk towards you.

“Alright. I suppose I have kept you waiting for too long, my dear.” He begins, voice light and as airy as ever. His tone is apologetic, but you know he’s not too sorry. He’s the great wizard Howl. He waits for no one but himself. “My apologies. Let’s get started, shall we?”

Before you can ask what it is that he’s about to do, you feel it. A feather. It starts at your forehead, stopping there for just a moment to brush against your skin. You let out a quiet breath, your soft sounds mixing with Howl’s own breathing as he hovers over you. The feather moves over you slowly, Howl treating this moment like his most delicate of magic. It turns you on.

You find your hips shifting restlessly as he brings the finger down from your forehead to trace and retrace the shape of your nose. You hear him whisper a command to you- and you obey reluctantly. Anything to keep him going. Anything to make him keep touching you.

“That’s it. That’s it, my dear” Howl praises as the feather moves to swipe at the area underneath your eyes and circle against your cheeks. It’s soft. The touch, the feeling, the moment is all so soft. You’re alone with your breathing. You’re alone with your thoughts. Alone with the feather, alone with Howl. There’s something utterly enchanting about such a simple moment. And all you can do is let him lead you on this ride.

The weather rolls down your cheek and runs itself along your jaw only once, before finding its place on your neck. It pays special attention there- leaving no spot untouched. It trails up and down and up and down. And every time Howl comes across a spot that makes you shiver, he stops and lets the feather just sit there. Sit there and let your every deep breath make your neck rise to meet where the feather is, making you give yourself your own control of the situation. For only a moment, anyways.

After that, the feather makes its way to your collar bone, running along your whole front side. To reach your whole body, you feel Howl move from leaning over you to placing a knee on the side of the bed and propping himself up for better leverage. He’s closer to you now. Way, way too close. You can practically feel everything he says to you. Every silky murmur, each whispered praise. It spreads across your body like a wildfire. He spreads across your skin like a wildfire.

“You’ve been so good for me, haven’t you?” He tells you as the feather lands itself on one of your pebbled nipples. You mewl quietly, enjoying the feeling of such soft intimacy. You can practically hear the smile in the way Howl’s breathing picks up, obviously enjoying your expressive reactions. “Tell me. How does it feel?”

“G-good.” You whimper as the feather flicks your nipple. It’s an odd feeling- completely different from how Howl touches you with his own hands. But to say that you didn’t like it would be a bold-faced lie. You thoroughly enjoy it. The attention you’re receiving from him is like no other. It almost feels like when you guys make love. Or when he guides you on how to touch yourself. But somehow, someway this feels unbelievably romantic. Unbelievably magical. “Really...really good…”

After all, there’s truly something special about having nothing to do but spread your legs as your partner prolonged the moment before they finally put something in between them.

“Perfect” Howl’s hum is light a spring melody for only you to hear. “I’ve wanted to do this with you for quite some time now. I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear.”

The feather moves away from your nipples and rolls down your stomach. The anticipation builds as it teases over your, inching closer and closer to where you know he knows you want it to go. When it brushes over your belly button, you gasp, flinching suddenly as it touches a spot you never expected to be so sensitive to. Howl instantly shushes you, his free hand reaching out and pressing against your lower stomach to keep your body still.

It’s the first time he’s touched you since guiding you out of your clothes and positioning your body himself to lay across his bed. This touch sends butterflies fluttering through your stomach. It sends bolt electricity through your skin and warmth to the most intimate parts of your body. The lightest touch sends you into overdrive. And as much as you crave more and more of it for yourself, you know you have to wait. Because everything is done the way Howl likes it. So naturally…

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, my dear.”

So you like it too.

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