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softcitrus2345 · 2 months

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I TOLD YALL I WAS COOKING >:DDD

Finally got around to finishing what I had planned as a Valentines post, ignore the fact that it's march now XDD This is a follow up to this post I shared around mid-february in honor of my two favorite lovebugs ;p If you thought they couldn't get any cheesier, you were dead wrong-

Vanessa is holding back the very strong urge to BITE BITE BITE BI-

(also if it wasn't clear, here's the dialogue for the last page XD) Damien: Huh.. It's like.. dough..? So soft... Vanessa: Yeah... Damien: ...You wanna make out? Vanessa: Yeah.

#he's full of love..#and gainer shake..#and lots of dessert XDD #especially chocolate #and you can bet your asses they stocked up on the discounted chocolate the next day~ >;3c #softcitrus damien #softcitrus vanessa #bhm weight gain #weight gain sequence #male weight gain #ssbhm #soft feedism #m/f romance #soft spice #corset #stuffing #clothes tearing

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shoyoackerman · 3 months

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“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

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tumbler-polls · 5 months

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Anonymous prompt:

Question to straight, gay, and lesbian folks. Before you are fanfics/movies/books that depict a romance between: 1) a man and a man (mlm); 2) a woman and a woman (wlw); 3) a woman and a man (f/m). You gotta pick one of them, but you're not allowed to go for the one that is congruent with your sexuality (e.g., if you're a lesbian, the wlw one is off the table).

#lesbian #gay #good omens #m/f romance #slash #lgbtqia #ship dynamics #tumblr polls #tumbler polls

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the-bi-library · 8 months

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HAPPY BI VISIBILITY MONTH!!! 🩷💜💙

I wish all bi folks a very pleasant bi month!

Here are bi books of September!

Books listed:

💕 This Spells Disaster by Tori Anne Martin 💕 In the Ring by Sierra Isley 💕 Those Pink Mountain Nights by Jen Ferguson 💕 The Darkest Stars (The Broken Stars #2) by Kristy Gardner 💕Daughter of Winter and Twilight (Queen of Coin and Whispers #2) by Helen Corcoran 💕 Time to Shine by Rachel Reid 💕 Herc by Phoenicia Rogerson 💕 Fly with Me by Andie Burke 💕 Everyone's Thinking It by Aleema Omotoni 💕 A Crown So Cursed (Nightmare-Verse, #3) by L.L. McKinney 💕 This Dark Descent (This Dark Descent, #1) by Kalyn Josephson 💕 Providence Girls by Morgan Dante 💕 Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments #2) by Freydís Moon 💕 What Stalks Among Us by Sarah Hollowell 💕 Thank You for Sharing by Rachel Runya Katz 💕 Cities of Women by Kathleen B. Jones 💕You, Again by Kate Goldbeck 💕 Double Exposure: A F/NBi Enemies to Lovers Romantic Suspense by Rien Gray 💕 The Fractured Dark (The Devoured Worlds, #2) by Megan E. O'Keefe 💕 Cover Story by Valerie Gomez 💕 The Spirit Bares Its Teeth by Andrew Joseph White 💕 The Death I Gave Him by Em X. Liu 💕 Better Left Unsaid by Tufayel Ahmed 💕 Dearborn by Ghassan Zeineddine 💕 A Green Equinox by Elizabeth Mavor 💕 Salt Kiss (Lyonesse, #1) by Sierra Simone 💕 The Amazing Alpha Tau Boyfriend Project (Alpha Tau, #1) by Lisa Henry

Make sure to check the TWs for all books if necessary 💕

Here is the goodreads list of these books

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sneakyboythingz · 2 months

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Male characters who are big stupid assholes that fall in love with the female protagonist that they use to bully but would kill themselfs before even accepting that fact and confessing>>>>>>

#profic #proship #shipping tropes #m/f #m/f romance #bully x victim

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alephkeller · 3 months

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Hey everyone! I've been working on a new story, "Forbearance"!

If you like big/dommy anthro girl romance (specifically a shark and a hyena) with a human dude, this might be your story! That said, please read the bottom of this post and the tags on the Ao3 for an important content warning.

I wanted to try writing something different as a change of pace from the daxy, sci-fi stuff. This is actually a highschool drama, of all things (though the characters are +18 and the themes are mature).

It began conceptually as a greentext where a hyena girl and a shark girl vie for the love of the second-person (male) protagonist (so reversed gender roles), but it quickly became a romance AND a more serious drama. It might have begun as a greentext, but honestly it's just strangely-indented prose. By chapter 5, I made the switch to prose completely and dropped the weird format. At some point, I will go back and update the formatting for the whole story.

I've written this story to ultimately be an uplifting romance, but it deals with really heavy subjects and has it's dark moments. Please read all the tags on the Ao3 page before reading so you aren't exposed to triggering content <3

CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: There is attempted rape and sexual assault in this story, with the protagonist as the victim. There is also drug use and references to/discussion of addiction. I stress again to please read all the tags on the Ao3 page before reading. Reader discretion is advised.

#drama #romance #gender role reversal #m/f romance #human #hmofa #ao3 #furry #anthro #original fiction #writing

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ashandsweets · 1 year

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Mine

From my Ao3: 0ASHburg3rs0

Summary: Joel wouldn’t allow himself to get too close. It always turned out the same. People die. Somehow he keeps surviving. Joel had a plan and was sticking to it, god damnit. But he didn’t plan on crossing paths with a shabby little strawberry stand while walking, still drunk, to his shift that morning.

Warnings: mature content aged 18+ only. Minors do not interact.

Part I: Strawberries 🍓

Joel Miller didn’t like people. Sure, he tolerated them before the outbreak and even helped a few after, but the ones he loved always seemed to get taken away from him. More often than not, they were taken by other people. It had been a decade and though sleep was scarce, the same scene stole his dreams night after night.

Sarah and Joel found a beacon of hope. A man in uniform who surely would protect them.

The shots ring out.

Sarah dying in his arms.

Hope dying in Joel.

Today was one of those days where he awoke in cold sweat.

“Shit.”

Joel took off the sweat drenched shirt he had passed out in and searched for the glass of home brewed booze half full on the table near the bed. He took a swig, finishing the amber liquid and savoring the burn down his throat. He stared at the chipping paint on the table. It helped ground him when Sarah’s pained face lingered in his head. When he was feeling especially masochistic, he looked down on the cracked watch securely fastened to his right hand; time always the same.

Sometimes Joel dreamt of his tour overseas. He kept the death and decay to himself. Not even Tommy knew the full extent. Though from the occasional look in his eyes, Joel knew Tommy could guess just how much he witnessed.

Sometimes Joel daydreamed about Tommy coming home, as fucked up as it was to call the QZ home. Those damn firefly’s took Tommy away on countless, and what Joel believed were pointless, missions. What fucking light was there to follow? He never knew when or if his brother would return.

Despite all this loss, he slowly started to make connections with others. Tess was a skilled smuggler and had continuously done right by him. Bill and Frank were a good trading resource to have. Still, Joel wouldn’t allow himself to get too close. It always turned out the same. People die. Somehow he keeps surviving. Joel had a plan and was sticking to it, god damnit. But he didn’t plan on crossing paths with a shabby little strawberry stand while walking, still drunk, to his shift that morning.

“My God…I haven’t tasted these in years.”

“Mommy what are those?”

Joel calmly pushed through the slowly growing crowd. Their looks waned from intrigue to confusion. Some of the younger ones had probably never seen this fruit before. Once he got to the front, his own curiosity grew.

It was a stark juxtaposition. There weren’t very many. Bright red amongst smudged air, smaller than what he remembered at EZ Mart, but a much sweeter scent trying to mask the underlying stench of burning flesh in the far back of the QZ.

“Hello, Sir. I’m only offering a ration per person. Gotta stretch what we have.”

You winked at him and smiled. It was warm, disarming even. Joel didn’t like how it made him feel.

He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head.

“Where uh, where’d ya get the seeds?”

You had the audacity to smirk. As if what he was suggesting wouldn’t get your ass hung by FEDRA. You leaned towards him and he could smell the strawberries stronger now off your skin.

“Lucky, I guess. Found them in the back of my father’s wardrobe before making it to the QZ,” You took a small berry and reached out to Joel as an offering. “He was a farmer. We did alright for ourselves until it was just me.”

Joel considered taking it from you, but turned away and looked down. He didn’t believe you grew that many strawberries from an old pack of seeds.

“Do the officers know you're sellin?”

The puzzled look on your face answered his question. He cleared his throat once more and made ready to continue on to the burn pit for his shift.

“Be careful. I’d wrap this up quick if I were you.”

For a short while, the morning went well. You traded supplies with folks or took currency and your small stash of strawberries nearly sold out. Unfortunately, The stranger’s ominous warning was a prophecy.

By the time Joel completed his shift of out-processing the infected, soot covered his clothes and he smelled a mix of ash and death. That's how you noticed you were no longer alone on the street corner. Confirmed only when your tear filled gaze landed on his scuffed up boots.

“Didn’t clear out when I told ya too, huh?”

It was a question with an obvious answer. You turned up to face him and you could've sworn his stare intensified once it landed on the ugly bruise on your cheek. You felt uncomfortable under the weight of his look and broke the silence.

“No permit. No clearance. I was an idiot…” you bitterly laughed. “Anyway, they took my berries, took my earnings, broke the stall, but were generous enough to leave me with this shiner.”

You motioned to get up, but stumbled, legs wobbling from the toll of today’s events. Instead of landing on the floor, you were embraced by strong arms.

“Easy, now…” Joel didn’t mean to, but he smelled the lingering scent of strawberries off you. “What are you gonna do now?”

You lightly held onto him, feeling strangely comfortable in this gruff man’s grip. “Go home, I guess?”

“You got anyone to help you ice that?” Joe questioned reluctantly. You hesitated for a moment, then shook your head no.

“It’s just me. I rent a room in this apartment with some folks that seem friendly enough. They’re usually out on meetings though. They've asked if I wanted to join them, but I’m just getting my bearings around this place.”

Joel’s stomach lurched. It’d only be a matter of time till one of those brainwashed freedom fighters got you to join their hopeless cause. The same one that makes Tommy go missing on suicide missions. Joel didn’t know why, but he didn’t want you to get swept up into that.

“Why don't you uh, come with me to mine. I can ice it for ya…send you on your way after?”

“That’s really kind. I don’t want to trouble you-”

“It isn’t much. I was going home, you happened to be on the way.” He cut you off.

For some reason, it made you a little sad to realize he didn’t come on his own accord to check on you. That thought made you even more frustrated with yourself. You didn’t know this guy. This QZ you fought so desperately to find, dad’s final wish, was already turning out to be a cold and corrupt place. You could never fathom being penalized for bartering back on the farm. What else would a woman on her own here have to face? The stranger watched you internally struggle, but didn’t say anything.

His warning was right though. That had to count for something. Maybe he wouldn't kill you. Even if he did, would it matter? What did you have to lose in this world, but your life, which didn't feel like it was worth much at the moment.

“What’s your name?” You softly asked, taking a deep breath and finally holding his gaze.

“Joel. You?”

“I’m (Y/N).” You moved back, able to stand on your own feet again.

“Well, (Y/N). What do ya say?”

In the weeks to follow, Joel became more verbal, if you could call it that. You told him the truth about your seeds. Yes, you had kept some from your father’s farm back in Connecticut, but you also knew how to scavenge the environment for seeds, produce, etc. that Fedra was oddly ignoring just outside of the QZ.

“Can’t risk getting infected.” Joel would reason. Though you noticed that never stopped him and his companion Tess from illegally trespassing outside the perimeter at night. They refused to take you.

“So, what makes you like Joel?” Tess had asked one day while sipping a counterfeit version of coffee from their raid last week. She had given you a cup as a courtesy. You found yourself spending a lot of time at his apartment, which Tess frequented too on days with no work. Joel was sleeping on the couch. You remembered him mentioning sleeping better in the afternoon and offered to stick around to wake him in case his radio went off. You didn't know it, but Joel started to stir less when you were there too.

“He’s nice-” Tess’s sarcastic chuckle interrupted you.

“That man is like a brother to me. He’s a lot of things, but I don’t think nice would be one of the first to come to mind.” She took a swig of the lukewarm drink.

You gave a small smile. “Well, after he patched me up, he showed me how to find work the next day.” You gave the dark beverage a swirl. It looked better under the twilight sun filtering in through the window, or hole rather, on the wall to your left.

“I’d prefer to pick from the Earth,” you shot Tess a slightly annoyed look, which she didn't respond to nor miss. “But the food bank has been consistent and consistent makes things almost feel normal..”you paused at that before continuing, “I suppose I like how Joel has been consistent too.”

Tess seemed pleased with your response and nodded in agreement.

It had been a year since you first moved to the QZ. A few things had changed, including your relationship with Joel, though you didn't know how to define it. You had moved in with him after the fireflies began pressuring you to join them. Joel didn't emote much, but came across as pleased with the arrangement. After all, he was getting a fresh meal each night and never protested what you cooked. He sometimes fetched you produce from beyond the QZ and even Tess began making some requests, which you were happy to oblige. It still frustrated you that you weren't allowed to go with them. It made you both frustrated and scared when Joel would return home with wounds from his activities, but you learned how to patch him up just like he did you when you first met.

You settled into a routine; Helping him wash soot from his hair on some days. Him becoming comfortable enough to play songs for you on a pillaged guitar. You learned he had a penchant for the 80’s and he was amused by your enthusiasm for Bon Jovi. On tonight, your QZ anniversary, he promised to teach you how to play. Tess was meeting with Frank and Joel had a separate quick supply run to do before meeting you for supper. At least, he said it would be quick. The sun was setting, your patience with it. Until eventually jangling keys alerted you he was home. You hurried to the door, the simple white sundress you managed to sew for the occasion flowing around you.

“You’re late..” your scolding came to a halt when you saw Joel covered in dirt with a bushel of green stems attached to ruby fruits in his arms. “Are those?”

“Mhmm,” a prideful hum was his only reply. You wanted to run up to him and hug him, but knew better of it. You slowly walked towards him and took some of the strawberries, the dirt already smudging your dress. Joel’s eyes followed their shadow-like marks.

“Hey,” you spoke softly. “Let’s bring these to the sink and get some of the dirt off them,” you wrinkled your nose facing him again, “and us”.

He followed you silently in the handful of steps it took to reach the kitchen. Although small, it felt like the apartment was embracing you both today, making the trek feel more intimate. Once you reached the sink, you pulled out a makeshift strainer, nothing more than a small cooler with a gun shot blown hole through it, and dropped the strawberries in. Joel’s stare was fixated on you. You couldn’t help but laugh at the dirt on his face and wiped some away with a cloth, dampened by the now clear strawberry water. He leaned into the touch, suddenly making you all too aware of how close you both were.

“They smell like you.” He spoke in a thick, husky, southern drawl. The air was heavy between you.

“The strawberries?” You asked, mindfully moving the cloth down his throat, cool beads of water glistening down his collar. Joel continued to lean into your touch when you suddenly stopped at the bit of chest poking through his old button down flannel. You noticed the bob of his Adam's apple and large veins on his neck as he spoke. It excited you, leading to your heart rapidly beating inside your chest. You were suddenly self-conscious Joel would be able to hear it too.

“Yeah…” He was fixated on you, taking a moment to swallow hard. It was then you noticed his hands clenched into fists by his side. You knew him enough by now to know he was restraining himself, albeit not well. Realizing that truth stirred something in you. Embolden, you picked one of the washed strawberries and offered it to him.

“Take a bite.” Joel was reminded of the warmth in your smile from that first day he saw you. The casual way you spoke the command surprised him, but he was drawn to the gesture. Joel attempted to bring his hand up to grab the piece of fruit from you, but you playfully moved it away.

“Hey, now, your hand is dirty. Let me feed it to you.” Your voice was sweet as honey and Joel couldn't help himself but oblige. You always had a way of being so tender with him and he was tired of fighting the urge to comply, to pretend he didn’t enjoy or crave your tenderness. He kept his eyes on you and took a bite of the berry, savoring its mix of tart, yet sweet. It reminded him of you and he silently wondered if he’d ever get to know what you taste like. The sensual act of him eating from your hand and his intense gaze made your lips part, a sight Joel loved to see.

“Mmm..” He groaned against your palm. Your lips quivered at that, which Joel noticed right away. The action broke any hope of restraint and without thinking, he found himself swirling a tongue around your finger, gently sucking on it while maintaining your sight. Your breath hitched. You felt yourself pooling with wetness and heat under the flimsy fabric of your dress.

“Joel..” you gently moaned and he took it as an invitation to move his lips from your finger to your neck, engulfing your space and pushing you against the countertop. You mewled beneath him, feeling the makeshift strainer harshly poke into your back, but didn't care. You wanted him closer and decided to move your arms in a loop around his neck, nudging him to kiss you. Really kiss you. It was a mixture of clumsy teeth initially gnashing from years out of practice, which swiftly shifted to tongues caressing. He tasted like gunpowder and musk. In the commotion of your bodies entwining, your legs had eagerly parted. You could feel Joel just as ready, straining below in his jeans, the sensation poking into your abdomen. You broke apart for air while he just continued kissing your neck, nipping at the skin in a deliciously painful way and roughly pulling the straps of your dress down your shoulders.

“J-Joel…Joel..” your voice trembled in your chest, but Joel intuitively sensed your attempt to get his attention. He locked eyes with you, still very hungry to taste you, but also carefully reading your expression to make sure he hadn't hurt you. You took a deep breath.

“T-the bed…the bed?”

He nodded in understanding. With a strength you didn't fully realize he possessed, he lifted you up and and carried you to the bed, dirt besmirching your dress even further. Once your back made contact with the firm mattress, Joel was all over you again. You couldn’t remember the last time you had laid with a man, but instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist. He could feel your warmth and wetness, making him groan against your lips. He broke free from the kiss and began peppering your body with kisses, accidentally tearing the top of your dress in the process. He stopped to check and make sure you were ok, a frantic worry on his face.

“I’m ok,” you lightly chuckled. “But I need more of you,” you threaded your fingers through his messy hair. He smirked at that and continued his descent, tattering the dress further until he reached your core. You tilted your head back in anticipation when he slowly pulled down the thin cloth shielding your sex from him.

“You’re beautiful, baby..” he moaned to himself before tasting you, swiping his tongue at an agonizingly slow pace between your folds and sending shivers down your spine. You shook. Hard. He had to grab your hips to steady you so he could continue greedily eating your cunt.

His grip on your hips began to sting, but you enjoyed how desperate he was to hold onto you. You grabbed and pulled at his hair in an equally rough fashion, it was all you could do as wave after wave of pleasure wrecked your body until you were cumming in Joel’s mouth.

Your body continued to writhe under him as you rode out your orgasm. Joel lazily licked up the remainder of your cum and then carefully made his way back to your mouth.

“Just like the damn strawberries,” he huskily groaned before kissing you again, forcing you to taste yourself.

And he was right.

You heard him undo his pants and felt his firm, thick, cock press into your thigh. He hovered above you, taking one of your buds in his mouth to suck and bite, awakening you from the haze of pleasure you’d started to succumb to.

“Turn over,” he spoke in a low command that had you wet again. You slowly did as told when he hovered above your ear and growled, “on your hands and knees.”

You were spent, but mustered the strength to do as he asked. You felt him position himself behind you, tuft of hair warm on your ass and cock slowly beginning to part your folds. You were slick with cum from the first orgasm and felt like a whore waiting for his thick cock to split you in two. You didn't have to wait long. Whatever restraint Joel had was abandoned as he slid into your tight cunt and grabbed hold of your hips again, pounding into you at a pace that had you squealing and moaning.

“Oh, God..” You could hear the pleasure in his deep voice. Hoarse words kept falling from his lips.

“Yes, baby.”

“Fuck, you feel so good.”

“This pussy is all mine.”

“You are all mine.”

“Fuck.”

He reached for your hair, twisting his free hand in it and pulling your head back forcefully, freeing your own whimpers and cries to spur him on. You met his thrusts as his other hand continued to pull you down onto him from your hips.

His cussing kept pouring out as he jackhammered into you, balls slapping against your ass, and you came again, only this time, he did too. His thrusts had become languid as he fucked his seed further inside you. You knew you’d be sore later, but didnt care. You loved how it felt being full of Joel.

“Guess I’m not as fragile as you thought,” you lazily spoke. Joel chuckled and you felt his chest vibrating behind you in a soothing way.

“Maybe you can finally take me on a run outside now. I’m going to need more strawberries.”

“We’ll see..” he said.

“Seriously, Joel…promise me..” you pressed on. He sighed, clearly spent.

“Ok..promise.”

You were the last thing that Joel had in this world. The last thing that was just his. In between light snores and rhythmic grunts, you heard him mumble, but not from the nightmares that often plagued his sleep. No, there was a calmness to his breathing. In fact, you could've sworn it sounded like he said the word “mine”.

#joel miller #the last of us #hbo the last of us #joel the last of us #joel x reader #m/f romance #hurt/comfort #18+ content #no minors #joel smut #ao3 #joel tlou #tlou show #tlou spoilers #pedro pascal #my fic #ao3 fic #the last of us hbo

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bigbadivy · 5 months

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"You'll be left alone here."

Hero didn't even look back. Seemingly not hearing him as she looked for arrows on the ground.

Villain stood at the other side of the room, gripping the rusty dorknob.

"This is hopeless."

She made no indication that she heard him. Only threw a chair that stood between her and a single, glinting arrow.

She then moved next to the arrowslit, trying her bow with it. Not sparing him a glance.

"Do you have death wish? Hero, they have spears and axes and torches- This whole town will turn to ashes."

She kept watching the window. Her posture tense and her breaths shallow.

"Her-"

"Then go,"

Her voice came out as a whisper.

"I am not stopping you."

To that, he found himself to be at loss for words. Because somehow, she did. His nerves urged him to run away, but he could only stand there watching her.

He knew that running away is what he needs to do now.He knew that these bastards marching here will take no prisoners. He knew Hero will not move from where she stands, prepairing to delay the mob for as long as she breaths. Ready to give her life for a chance that the townspeople will manage to get away.

Curse her tenacious soul.

She slightly tilted her face towards him. But in moment they locked eyes she seemed almost... surprised. As if she didn't expect him to still be there.

"You do not have to stay."

She said softly, fully looking at him now. She was battle-ready, but her rich walnut eyes shone with something softer. Will this be the last time he sees them?

"No."

She frowned, studying him carefully.

"Hero, please, this is crazy. How many do you think you'll take? And for WHAT?"

He gestured outside, where panicked families ran away as fast as they could.

"For som- some FOOLS who brought hell upon themeselve?"

"What did they ever do for you? What could possibly ever make you face an army for them!? Th-"

"But you are still here, too."

Hero's voice turned almost hopeful.

Villain looked aside. He should not be here. Maybe he was the crazy one.

"Some things in life are worth protecting. Even from an army."

He didn't even look at her, but could tell that she said it with a smile.

"I know you had it rough, we both had, but can you not imagine this?"

He dared looking back at her. Her eyes stayed steady on him.

"Having something you will fight for until your last breath?"

The way she said it was filled with purpose and hope and... and maybe even...

Before he thought of it, he took out his sword and stepped closer to her. She turned to face him, a relived smile on her features. Her shoulders relaxed when he gently touched her cheek.

A first wave of rushing warriors could be seen from the arrowslit.

"I can, actually."

#hero x villain #M/f #m/f romance #F/m #Romance #Romantic #enemies to lovers #enemies to friends to lovers #otp prompts #Writing prompt #Heroine #villain x hero #Prompt #creative writing #creative inspiration #writing snippet

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softcitrus2345 · 4 months

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More than halfway through December and I STILL REFUSE TO GIVE UP ON THESE PROMPTS-

24. Ravenous - Barley wolfs down a bunch of food as his appetite gets the better of him.. It's just those darn pre-full moon cravings am I right fellas? It's rare that Barley behaves like this, so it certainly caught Ambrose by surprise the first time he was around to see it 😳 This isn't awakening anything in Ambrose no sir- 25. Intoxicated - Damien and Vanessa go out to a fancy dinner party thing and get more than a little tipsy- After losing track of how much he's eaten, Damien's fancy little corset vest finally gives in to the strain of holding back his huge belly, with his dress shirt following close behind... It is taking all of Vanessa's willpower not to just outright pounce on Damien at a public event- That was probably their sign to go home and make out a bunch DBUASIFKJBSG 25.5. Old Uniform - Ambrose "misplaced" Barley's current apron, so Barley had to use his old one for the day >;3c Guess he'd forgotten just how much he's grown since last wearing this one... 👀 26. Heavy Lifting - Matt struggles to find the button for his ever-tightening jeans.. He swears this used to be easier... Don't worry, Matt, you're getting close!! 👍😀👍 (He's never gonna find it-) Solution: drop his belly on the counter and use both hands to (try to) button up 😏

Hope you guys are still enjoying these, I've still got a few left before I can die in peace /j

#feedist kinktober #softcitrus barley #honeyfangz ambrose #softcitrus vanessa #softcitrus damien #softcitrus matt #male weight gain #m/m romance #m/f romance #ssbhm #button popping #outgrowing clothes #weight gain #exjock #weight gain denial

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lgbtqreads · 7 months

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Fave Five: Bi/Bi M/F Romances, Part II

For Part I, click here. You Made a Fool of Death With Your Beauty by Akwaeke Emezi Check Your Work by Skye Kilaen A Merry Little Meet Cute by Julie Murphy and Sierra Simone A Lot Like Adios by Alexis Daria Truly, Madly, Deeply by Alexandria Bellefleur

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#A Lot Like Adiós #A Merry Little Meet Cute #Akwaeke Emezi #Alexandria Bellefleur #Alexis Daria #bisexual #Check Your Work #Julie Murphy #m/f Romance #Sierra Simone #Skye Kilaen #Truly Madly Deeply #You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty

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mfshipbracket · 1 year

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yes yes another ship bracket to the death!! let's BRAWL!!

the rules are written in the form but here they are to reiterate:

you don't have to limit urself to just picking 32 64! ships from this list because it'll be over majority votes so. you can just vote for 1. or all of them. i don't care how you do it or the criteria by which you vote ships in!

botting is discouraged mostly cause if the results get skewed stupid crazy i'll have to disqualify ships entirely because i'm lazy to determine what's a bot and what's a person. that's not fun. let's not do that

there is an option to write in ships at the end. i'll add those to final tallies cause even tho i have put together several ppls heads to think of ships, we've definitely missed a bunch and ur favs deserve a fighting chance!!

i will NOT announce the final tally results. i think being surprised by the 64 ships that make it through to the death match will be REALLY funny. to me. after those get posted we can discuss the final votes though

no ship has an automatic buy-in!! all votes matter!!

have fun. be nice. if ppl aren't nice i'll be sooooo disappointed

WRITE-INS: use the format "Character X/Character Y (Source Material)" please! it'll be much easier for me to tally this way versus trying to google a thousand ship names lol

the current list of write-ins can be viewed HERE! it'll be updated daily. please reference this so you can add on to other write-in votes, or include your own!

This poll will be open starting TODAY, February 26, 2023 and will end in ONE WEEK on March 5, 2023 at 11:59 PST !!! good luck everyone!!!

#mf ship bracket #mf ship bracket 2023 #fandom #shipping #ship poll #ship bracket #m/f ship #m/f romance #send this to ur faves. or whatever. idc #also i know some ships here. probably not a lot of ppls favorites. not here 2 judge ppl on taste tho this is observational

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the-bi-library · 9 months

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Here is the comparison of 6 bi books' Western and Japanese covers.

What do you think?

Books listed

💕 Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston 💕 One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston 💕 Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao 💕 The Girls I've been by Tess Sharpe 💕 The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid 💕 The Gentleman's Guide To Vice And Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

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sneakyboythingz · 1 month

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Just realized that i only like cishet f/m ships If theres something fucked going on with It.

Whats the point of shipping the most acceptable type of relantioship in society If theres ins't some incest, age-gap, weird obssession or toxicity on it

#proship #profic #f/m #m/f romance #proshippers please interact #proship safe #shipping tropes #anti censorship

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mikoriin · 6 months

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Drunken Nights (SyaoSaku NSFW Fic)

so this is actually a couple years old by now, but its a bit i want to insert into my syaosaku fic 'Love Will Be Ours' which you can read here on ao3. i dont know when this would happen, but i felt it in my bones one day back in 2020 and wrote this. its been revised since then, but i hope you all enjoy all the same!

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Drunken Nights (read on ao3)

Pairing: Syaoran Li and Sakura Kinomoto

Media: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Rating: 18+

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, First Time

Sakura has just been coronated Queen of Clow, promising she will lead her people into a new day where war no longer touches their country's soil, and so the kingdom held a huge party to celebrate their new queen. After celebrating hard, Syaoran leads Sakura to her chambers for the night, however, this time, she asks him to stay with her. Feeling like it would be a betrayal to himself if he said no, Syaoran enters his queen's chambers with her and they find themselves entangled in each other.

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The coronation party was a success. Everyone was dancing, singing, and laughing, drinking to their hearts’ content celebrating the newly crowned queen of Clow. Their armies had pushed back the Celecian troops and the war was going in their favor for the first time. Everyone important attended the party, from dukes and duchesses to the members of the royal court. The only person missing was Yukito, though he had given Sakura his blessings and good word to her the previous day. Even Fei Wong was there for a bit, though Sakura found that he soon disappeared as things started getting especially lively.

The thing that surprised the queen the most, however, was just how much Syaoran let loose. She watched him open up to Ryuuoh and Tomoyo, laughing and cheering in a way she had never seen. It warmed her heart. She hadn’t felt as giddy as she did at the party than she had before Touya passed away. It was a nice change of pace from all the politics consuming her life. Now, however, it was late into the evening and Sakura had excused herself to her chambers as the ambassadors and court members drank themselves sick.

Snickers and giggles echoed in the empty halls of the palace, music just barely audible in the queen’s ears. Her vision was fuzzy and her stomach swirled with butterflies as she held Syaoran’s hand heading to her chambers, just as the two of them would do any other night. Though tonight, the hand-holding was new.

“Mr. Fai and Mr. Kurogane were so funny tonight.” Sakura said, swaying their hands between them as they walked side by side. “They’re such a duo.”

Syaoran smiled, “Mr. Kurogane is very strong. He seems indifferent or even cold at times, but he cares. He’s very kind, which is another form of strength.”

Sakura felt her heart swell with glee watching Syaoran talk about someone he loved so dearly. She tightened her grip on his hand.

“And you know, he’s never been easy on me, but he’s taken care of me. Ever since my father died, Mr. Kurogane took me in, even when he didn’t have to. There was no benefit for him, undertaking an inexperienced teeanger with no home or direction.” He continued, a genuine smile painted across his face. “He’s a good man.”

“Mr. Fai is a lot like Mr. Kurogane.” Sakura chimed in. “His attitude is the complete opposite, always joking and laughing. But, at times he seems like he’s in a faraway world. Like he’s dealing with great pain all by himself.”

She clutched her chest, remembering the way she had been coping with her own pain. Shaking her head, thus ridding the thoughts from her mind, she focused back on Fai. “Despite his pain, I think he’s a good man.”

Syaoran listened to her, just as she had listened to him, feeling warmth seeing her talk about someone she cared about so dearly. Eventually they reached the doors to Sakura’s room, the giddy feeling of being together fading, the sad goodbyes of sleep separating them. Sakura opened the large doors, opening the space into her private quarters. Syaoran began to pull his hand away from hers, but Sakura only held on.

“Your Highness?” He asked.

Sakura stared at the floor. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew it was time to say goodnight. Biting her lip, she trembled, forcing herself to speak her heart’s true desire. “Stay…”

Syaoran blushed at her request, feeling the butterflies dance around his stomach once again. “Your Highness, I…”

“Please.” She looked him in the eyes now, her face beat red and her eyes screaming for a place to hide, yet she stood her ground.

The knight grew soft at the image of her before him, pleading for him to stay the night with her. How could he say no? He nodded, feeling like it would break every bone in his body to refuse her. Sakura beamed at his answer, leading him into her bedroom. He took in the space he had never seen before, Sakura noticing his head turning every which way. Shutting the door behind her, the queen took her place by his side. Her body trembled as she stood next to him awkwardly. He was actually in her room, in her private quarters where only Tomoyo and her own family had previously entered.

“Your Highness?” Syaoran asked from beside her, noticing her fidgeting.

Sakura jumped hearing his voice, she was so nervous she didn’t know what to do with herself. “S-sorry...I know I asked you to come in, but now I’m feeling really nervous.” Her cheeks grew hot.

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked.

Sakura shook her head, grabbing onto his sleeve. “No. I’m nervous, but I’d rather have you with me.”

Syaoran smiled. He felt the same. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. “If the queen wishes for me to stay with her through the night, then I will do so.”

Sakura’s whole face turned bright red at this. Her eyes darted from the floor to the ceiling. Syaoran then realized what he did, and blushed himself, letting go of her hand. “I-I’m sorry.” He sputtered out.

The two stood there in silence for a moment, before turning to each other and speaking.

“I-”

“We should-”

They spoke at the same time, cutting each other off. They tried again;

“Maybe-”

“I think-”

Cut off once again. They looked at each other for a moment before bursting out into laughter. This cleared the awkward vibe between them, the both of them gradually becoming comfortable in the shared space. Sakura took a step toward him, closing the gap between them. She gripped his shirt gently, not looking him in the face. “When my brother died...I felt so cold and empty.” She started, her voice a little shaky.

“Sakura…” Syaoran started, but Sakura hushed him.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. Because I’m with you.” She looked up into his amber eyes. “When I’m with you, my sadness, loneliness, and anger all seem to fade away. Touya is still on my mind, and sometimes I’ve even tried to push him out. But when I’m with you, Syaoran, I feel like I can properly say goodbye. And he wouldn’t be angry at me for it, because I know he’s ready to go. And I’m ready to rule my kingdom as a queen Clow deserves.”

Letting go of his shirt, Sakura took his large hand in hers. “And I would like you to stay by my side.”

Syaoran looked at her wide eyed. He could feel his chest swell and the butterflies dance around his stomach once again. He looked into her jade eyes, seeing every emotion she was feeling in them. He smiled and leaned his forehead onto hers, bringing his pinky finger up between them. “It’s a promise.” He said.

Sakura blushed at being so close. She brought her pinky to his, locking their fingers together, sealing the oath between them. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, feeling everything at once. Then, Sakura did something neither of them expected, bringing her face closer and closer to his until their lips touched. It lasted only a second, but it was soft and tender. Sakura must have realized what she had done, the panic showing on her face.

“I’m...I’m so-” Sakura stuttered, not able to finish her sentence.

Syaoran brought a gentle hand to caress her cheek, cupping her white face in his large palm. He brought his face closer to hers now, their lips brought back together. The kiss was gentle, soft, and warm. He broke the kiss, looking at Sakura again. They stared into each other, the sound of their heartbeats the only thing to be heard. They came closer once again, melting into each other as they kissed. Sakura wrapped her arms around Syaoran’s neck as he cupped her lower back, pressing her entire body against his.

Sakura moaned slightly into his mouth, the sound driving him crazy. He parted their lips, breathing heavily. Sakura’s eyes were slit open, a hazy look on her face. He bit his lip looking at her, his cheeks changing in color. She was too cute, he wanted her to be his, he wanted all of her. He kissed her again, then her cheek, her eye, and moved to her ear. Sakura yelped at the contact. Syaoran quickly retracted his head. “I’m so sorry! Was that too much?” He asked frantically.

Sakura shook her head. “I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair. “If it’s you, Syaoran, you can kiss me anywhere.”

Syaoran’s heart almost burst out of his chest hearing those words. He wanted to kiss anywhere and everywhere. Wanting to hold her and be one with her. Every bone in his body was screaming at him that this was wrong, that they shouldn't be doing something like this, but at the same time he didn’t care. Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the simultaneous beating of their hearts, or maybe it was the fact that he was giving in to a long time desire. Syaoran leaned back into her skin, kissing on her lips again ever so gently. He couldn’t get enough of them, the way they molded into his, their softness, their glossy shine when he pulled away.

Syaoran continued to kiss her, Sakura accepting every one. He moved down to her neck, kissing along her throat, her collarbone, and her shoulders.

“Syaoran…” Sakura whispered in a small voice, her vulnerability so loud in that little tone.

This was like flicking a switch in Syaoran’s brain. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back gently against the wall. He kissed her again, but this time his tongue slid between the folds of Sakura’s lips. She was surprised at first, but Sakura quickly melted back into the sensation of her knight, allowing their tongues to touch and swirl around each other. She felt her legs shake, her hands gripping the sleeves of Syaoran’s white shirt. Syaoran cupped her face as they kissed, the passionate heat of the moment making a lewd voice leave Sakura’s throat.

Syaoran pulled away quickly, his face completely red. He looked at Sakura’s face in a complete flush, the queen herself covering her mouth. She seemed so embarrassed, but Syaoran was the one who was feeling shame. He had gotten that out of her, and now after hearing it he felt a fire in his lower abdomen. He pulled back, putting distance between the two of them.

“Syaoran?” Sakura asked, a little nervous that she had scared him away.

Syaoran blushed deeply and stood awkwardly to try and hide the very obvious bulge in his pants. He felt so ashamed that he would think dirty thoughts about his queen, the one he has sworn his life to. Sakura seemed to notice because a quiet oh filled their silence.

Sakura bit her lip. She was also feeling something she wasn’t used to. Sure, she had felt it before, and had even had nights where it wouldn't go away until she took care of it. But this feeling was different and intense . She wanted him. But she had never been so intimate with anyone before, and she certainly didn’t want to force herself on him. Sakura looked back up at her knight, realizing he was doing the same as she. She thought about the way he kissed her, soft and slow, deep and passionate. He wanted her too.

She took a step closer to him, closing the gap between them. She took his face in her hands and pulled him down to meet her lips, kissing him hard.

“Your Highness, we…” Syaoran gasped once their lips parted, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Sakura kissed him again, this time soft and slow. She pushed him back until he was resting on the wall opposite the side she came from. Parting their lips, she looked at him with glossy eyes. “It’s okay. We’re okay. If it’s us, there’s no wrong answer.” She said,

Syaoran bit his lip, but the look in her eyes swayed him. He nodded and leaned in for another kiss. Sakura accepted it, their tongues clashing again. She let her hands wander now, down his neck to his chest, and down his abdomen. Syaoran flinched when she reached his groin. She cupped the hard bulge in his pants, a moan escaping the knight despite his best efforts. Hearing such a noise come from her beloved made Sakura’s legs weak, feeling a pulsating sensation between her thighs. She grazed her hand over the bulge, tucking her fingers between his pants and his hips. Unbuttoning his front, she shimmied the pants down his hips. His dick sprung out once it was free, the cool air from the room touching his sensitive skin, making Syaoran shiver.

Sakura took in a breath upon seeing it for the first time. She had never seen one in person before, only read about them and seen them in anatomy studies, and now she was looking at her special person’s. She looked at Syaoran, his face was beat red and his breathing was rigid. He looked at her then, their eyes meeting. Sakura began to gently run her hand up and down the base of his dick. This made the knight moan. Sakura almost squealed at hearing such a noise coming from him, it made her feel a strange sense of pride and embarrassment at the same time. She kissed him, her hand still stroking his shaft. Syaoran practically drooled at the contact, letting his noises into her mouth.

Sakura was going to go crazy, he was being so vocal, something she hadn’t expected, and it turned her on. She broke their kiss, leaning her forehead on his shoulder, her free hand traveling in between her thighs. Her fingers pressed into her dress, running circles into her clit. She moaned now, letting the lewd sound leave her mouth. Syaoran must have noticed because he went silent and watched her. The queen could feel his erection get harder in her hand, precum leaking from the tip.

“Sakura…” His low, hoarse voice made Sakura want to touch herself more.

Syaoran then grabbed her hands with his, bringing her sticky hand to his lips and kissing her fingers, a sight that could’ve made Sakura explode. He stared at her with fiery eyes, a look he had never given her before, and began to lead her to her bed. He gently pushed her down onto her soft, silk sheets, laying on top of her and kissing her once again. Sakura wrapped her arms around him, pressing her tongue into his mouth. She felt herself tingle and become even more wet as the time went on.

The knight broke the kiss, leaving Sakura whining. She felt embarrassed, but felt that her entire body wanted him, needed him. Syaoran kissed down her chin and neck, her collarbone and the top of her chest. He pulled the top of her dress down to reveal those little, plump breasts. Bringing his large hands to touch the soft skin around her nipple, squeezing a bit. Sakura breathed heavily watching him play with her bosom, throwing her head back when he pinched her pink nipple.

“Ah~” She moaned.

Syaoran continued to touch her breasts, bringing his tongue to caress the hard flesh that seemed to be asking for his attention. Sakura mewed at the sensation, feeling the flesh between her thighs pulsate, screaming and begging to be touched. “Syaoran...please..” She cried.

The knight took his cue, snaking his arms around Sakura’s thighs and up her dress. He grazed his gentle hand up her leg, finding the fabric of her panties. Sliding soft fingers between her skin and the underwear, Syaoran pulled his queen’s panties down and off her legs, tossing them to the side. He propped her up on the bed more, placing her legs over his shoulders. Sakura was breathing heavily with anticipation, her body trembling as her fingers wrapped around the skirt of her silky dress. She almost moaned just from the feeling of the fabric caressing her creamy skin.

Syaoran slid his head down her thighs, taking in her aroma. Taking in her scent was like awakening a beast inside him, he wanted to devour every inch of her.

Then, his attention fixated on a small little mark on her inner thigh. It was a fleshy pink color, standing out among her otherwise porcelain skin. He focused on it for a moment, only taking his mind off of it when Sakura asked if anything was wrong. “Syaoran?” She asked.

He said nothing, but instead buried his head into her thighs, licking the wet flesh. Sakura cried out in pleasure, clenching her thighs around his head. Syaoran began to lick and swirl his tongue between her folds, hearing the girl in his arms moan above him. His mouth left her vulva for a moment, a string of fluid connected his lips to her skin. He then went for her clit, taking the small ball of nerves into his mouth. Sakura cried and whimpered as Syaoran sucked on her and massaged her inner thighs, playing with the squishy flesh in his hand.

Sakura breathed heavily, feeling his tongue go over her clit a little too roughly. She yelped, “Syaoran, wait wait!”

Syaoran’s head shot up from between her thighs, taking her hand in his. “I’m sorry, was I too rough?” He asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Taking a second to calm herself down, Sakura gave him the go ahead to continue, with a reminder to be a bit more gentle. Syaoran noted this in his mind, gliding his tongue over her once again. Feeling her legs relax at the sensation of all of her nerves being touched, Sakura brought her legs away from her knight’s head. They stayed like that for a bit, Syaoran tasting every bit of her. Everywhere he licked sent tingles up Skaura’s spine, a fire being lit in her body. Syaoran began to massage her entrance, hearing her moan and whimper made his heart beat with every noise that came out of her mouth.

“May I?” He asked, prodding her with his finger.

“Please do.” She breathed out in response, feeling his index finger enter her.

She bit her lip as his slender finger slid inside her, the sensation setting her entire body ablaze. Syaoran brought his mouth back to her clit, licking it gently, watching her responses to his actions. He could feel her loosen around his finger as he licked around her folds.

“May I add another?” He asked, his voice eager.

Sakura agreed, clenching the sheets of her bed when he inserted a second finger. He pumped them into her, feeling around to find her sweet spot. She jolted when his finger grazed a certain area inside her, biting her lip so she wouldn’t be too loud. Hearing her response, Syaoran decided he would massage that spot a little more, sending lightning bolts up her body.

“Syaoran-!” Sakura cried out, feeling pleasure overtake her body.

Syaoran gently licked Sakura’s clit while stroking that spot, Sakura’s squirming under him. Her body began to shake and her hips were grinding against his mouth. She let out little moans, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She never thought something could feel this good, and felt like she was going to explode, the spot between her thighs becoming drenched in her own fluids. Syaoran moaned against her, sending vibrations along the folds of her pussy. Sakura moaned into the empty space of the room, her voice echoing off the walls of her chambers, surely if someone were to walk by they would hear her.

Syaoran laughed a little to himself, feeling confident that he was able to make her feel this way. He continued to finger her, rubbing circles into the spot that seemed to be her favorite, the sound of her moans turning him on. He wanted to touch himself, but pleasing his queen and holding her thighs around his face was much more important.

“Syaoran, I'm gonna…” Sakura whispered, feeling her body tremble.

Syaoran used what little time he had left to really pump his fingers into her, watching her to see if this is what pleased her. Sakura moaned, and bucked her hips against his hand which was soaked in her juices. He went for her clit one more time, the notes in his brain reminding him she really liked this spot touched. He swirled his wet tongue over the ball, taking it into his mouth and sucking. This sent Sakura over the edge, and she felt herself cum, calling out her knight’s name. Syaoran took his fingers out of her, licking up her entrance, cleaning up her mess. The queen’s legs were trembling as she threw her arms over her eyes, breathing as if she had just run a marathon.

Syaoran finally pulled his lips away from her, licking his lips and fingers, making sure to taste her everywhere he touched. Satisfied with his clean up, he brought his head up to meet her eyes, but he found them closed. She had fallen asleep. He smiled, seeing her contented face made his heart warm. Gently, he pulled her legs off of his shoulders and maneuvered around her to pick her up bridal style. She squirmed a bit in his arms, but Syaoran’s touch was gentle and warm as he held her against his body. He carried her to the head of the bed, tucking her into her sheets. She smiled and cuddled her pillow in her sleep. Syaoran knelt down to kiss her on the forehead.

“Goodnight, my queen.” He whispered, nuzzling his face into her hair before leaving her bedside and her quarters, letting her sleep her drunken haze away.

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