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I’m Naz (she/her)! I’m over the age of 21. Here’s some stuff you might like to know before diving in:

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temporalobjects:

Iwai too??? Kaho is a tease tho

Here is someone who had never seen Kaho with short hair till now and is simply speechless, standing in the corner blushing like a schoolgirl…

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temporalobjects:

Pinky wanted noods?? Here you go ❤️

“Your moles are so cute… where else do you have them?? I didn’t check properly last time because the light was too dark and I was too busy looking at… other things…”

@mournus

temporalobjects:

Part of him was reprimanding - how he could take advantage of the situation like this, when Kaho was badly injured? But no one could deny the fact that the samurai had pleaded with him with the entirety of his soul… to kiss and hold him, consequences be damned. This was not the time to think about the consequences. With every brush of those hot lips to his bare skin, desire was rushing through him, a fiery liquid path that even left his fingertips tingling. Kaho was finally laying back against the futon, watching him intently - half pinned beneath him he might be, but the words he spoke indicated that he still commanded the situation completely, leaving his partner flustered and breathless.

The answer was - “no, never…” Even with women he barely had enough experience, and that realisation made him suddenly worried whether he’d be able to please Kaho. But with much other things, it was a matter of trust, and practice… Kaho’s allegory was not completely lost on him, but he leaned down to return the kisses given. Soothing his wind-chapped lips with his own, then tender upon his cheek and his jaw, nibbling down the column of his throat. His palm had not ceased its path of wandering beneath his robes to caress the muscular, smooth thigh. Fingertips reaching carefully through more layers in search of the bare heat of his arousal. “I don’t have a preference as long as it’s you, Kaho-san,” he answered finally, eyes flicking shyly up to his. “But I do think that… you should lie down while you’re injured. I’m inexperienced. Please tell me what to do.”

The samurai leaned back slowly with the guidance of only one arm and Iwai. He laid with ease, wondering how he had ever survived before without such a view of the other. He was even more beautiful from this angle.

“Never?” Echoed in disbelief. How had Iwai never been with another? Actually - perhaps that made sense. After all, it had taken Kaho damn near losing his mind for them to end up like this. His breathing grew more and more laboured as Iwai’s fingers explored his body. Thighs adjusted and spread further apart to allow Iwai all the freedom in the world to touch him everywhere he wanted. 

“Since it will be new to you, we have to be careful or it may hurt. I have tororo-jiru in my kitchen,” only some feet away and visible from where they were, since Kaho’s home was not so grand, “we can use that. I will… have to stretch you first. Are you ready for something like that?” Ah, just saying that out loud was so erotic. It had Kaho thrusting up into Iwai, more than eager for what was to come.

notfrsale​:

Azazel’s presence was strong, intimidating and overwhelming even, if he didn’t hide it with magic. And it was even stronger when he was in the dream world. It was just one little thing that came with being a demon of his kind. It kind of made past reincarnations of him in lifetimes long, long ago look silly. Azazel kept it hidden, for the most part, though. It wasn’t going to be very convenient for him to draw unwanted attention to himself when he was doing just casual stuff. But in situations like this one, having Nachim sitting like this, he didn’t mind peeling off a few layers of that magic. But not remove it completely. He doesn’t intend on possibly scaring Nachim, after all.

Very well, then, captain. Your wish is my command.

Slender fingers reaching for Nachim’s shirt, unbuttoning its buttons one by one and taking the shirt off. It left more space for the ice cube to slide on - Nachim’s shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Azazel took his sweet time with every spot of the skin the ice touched, he wasn’t in a rush, and was sure the pirate wasn’t either.

The captain sucked in air with a hiss as the ice touched skin that had been kept warm by clothing. It was a sharp contrast and that made his heart race and a laugh leave him. As the ice passed over piercings on his collarbones and his right nipple, pleasure shot through his body even further.

Nachim tilted his head back, focusing on his breathing and the sensations only. His erection was begging for freedom in his trousers, and he’s sure Azazel could hear the thoughts: It feels so fucking good. It’s driving me crazy. More. I need more. His crotch whined for attention, though his mind refused to beg to the other. He hadn’t earned that just yet.

beyondedenton:

mournus​:

How could Conor care that he wasn’t Volya’s first? Volya wasn’t his first, either. They were both immortal creatures, they’ve lived more than one lifetime, of course they’d meet people along the way. It was what came next that caused eyebrows to furrow.

What? Conor’s lips parted. He’s still… before asking the most important question of all. ‘Would being with me put you at risk? If something happens…?’ 

Could he shoulder a weight like that? If what they have is ‘true’, but something were to happen? After all, Conor’s existence was in the hands of an insane man who found amusement in torturing him and his brothers. He felt himself dangling on a thread at all times. Did growing close to Volya put his life in danger, simply by association? Should Conor have ran away a long time ago?

    ‘No. Not risk.’ Perhaps he had not explained concisely. Months ago he had mentioned his father, how his father had withered away into nothing after the death of Volya’s mother. That was the fate of all lifemates. To love another of their species so completely, life deformed into feted water in their absence. A concept few humans concurred with. 

    But no one he had ever loved had been his kind. They lived on without him, he assumed. 

    ‘If you die, I would… I don’t know. I think I would join you, someday.’ Would their love be as strong as if with his own? He had stated the obvious, he was still here. ‘But you will not die. I will die someday.’ His hands were slow and delicate. ‘I will die of old age. I have many years, centuries, but I am not immortal.’ 

    And his hands fell. He took a breath for strength, and ended with, ‘I don’t want that to scare you.’

Conor had watched his brothers die one by one knowing it was his fault. Seeing those he loved die before him was not a foreign concept by any means. Besides, something he won’t mention is that every time he touches Volya he sees his death. He was well acquainted.

‘I’m not scared by that. I can protect you until the end.’ Seeing Volya die peacefully of old age meant that they had been together until the end, meant that they had lived a happy life together. That was what scared him. It was a grand idea which was unfathomable.

'Then…’ Conor moved a little closer, reaching for Volya’s fingers with one hand as the other signed. 'Then let’s… be together.’

mysterox​:

To turn your back to the world- where you live. It was a strange concept for the kitten, who did not do so well with complex theories and thoughts. His ears twitched slightly going into what some called ‘airplane mode’. Flattened as he thought about not acknowledging the world anymore. “A God can weep?” Felix asked as he listened to the other and took him so seriously. He was sure the other was sure of his own words but Felix was not sure whether the other was right even if the samurai seemed so sure of himself.

Instead Felix nodded and felt a shiver run down his spine at the other’s cold gaze. He did not like that- he had seen similar looks before and they never had meant much good. “What do I worship?” A smile played around his soft lips.

“I do anything for my family- well, my brother. He is important to me and I don’t care much about money outside of having enough of it. I want attention and love and adoration. I want to be good and please others. That is what I crave- is that what you mean by worship? I want to be praised for what I do and do it well. I want someone to touch my head and say something nice. In the end I just want to make the lives of others better than they were before they met me- even if it was just a fleeting moment!

“Gods can do many things they prefer not to admit.” Kaho chuckled softly. He did wonder if the conversation was too philosophical for the little neko, but it was so sweet to watch them. Fingers stroked along those soft flattened ears. Really, he could spend hours petting Felix! Nothing would have to be said, just the sound of purring to fill his ears would be enough.

The old samurai smiled as he listened. Well, wasn’t that so pretty? “Yes, that is what I mean. Very good.” A little scratch behind the ear was offered. “You have all of my attention and adoration right now, you know. I can also tell you that my life is definitely better after meeting you, amai neko.” Fingers lowered along Felix’s temple, drawing down the side of his face and along his jaw. “How long is your circus here for? It would be a shame for me if you were to leave soon…”

unfinishedjulyrain:

If he was surprised then so was the ningyo. It was not uncommon for a crewmate to be here, sometimes Hana even hung out with them in Nachim’s chamber without the captain to actually be present. But his gaze kept her frozen on the spot at first which made her wonder about Jong-su’s opinion of her. Hana was cheeky, not dumb. She had a guess he still suspected the mermaid to plan something fishy, especially after her disappearance yet she kept that to herself the whole time.

“Yes,” she answered with a nod. “You’re Jong-su, if I recall correctly?” Eyes curiously followed the movement of his hand and the pocket nife dancing between his fingers, she felt curious yet still had enough of a healthy mindset to keep her guard up. “He has many names, I suppose that’s one of them.” Not that her father truly cared. “I’d say since Nachim isn’t here, I’ll go back on deck but you seem like you have a question. Anything I can do for you?”

Jong-su nodded to confirm that Hana had gotten his name right. “Ahh…” so maybe that was it. “The captain took my son hunting for shells on the beach. Jin-su.” Explained as he continued to twirl the knife.

“Your father and mine didn’t get along well, I heard. That was thousands of years ago, though, and maybe my father was a liar.” Who knew? Jong-su had never met the god himself, so there was simply no proof for what his father had told him. “Do you know what I am?”

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