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bakerstreet2023-10-18 04:24 am
khaldrogos) wrote in bakerstreet2023-10-18 04:24 am
[ Most looking for age, incest, public, forbidden, innocence, noncon, but open to all. ]
Eligre, the Lady Crow || flexible high fantasy OC || OTA
lady_kaivodulin
2023-10-18 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
{{cheating, public (either trying to do it sneakily somewhere or as a full on sex magic ritual with an audience), size, violence, loose, authority, interspecies/monster (monstrous partners must be sentient and conversant), social class, corruption (as the corrupting party)}}
[ No underage or noncon please. ]
[ not interested in bestiality or violence ]
[Castmates preferred. Into noncon/dubcon, corruption, duties/authority (knightly Kaeya or Prince Kaeya).
Ask about celibacy, youngkae for age difference, and incest (or step-incest)]
Ask about celibacy, youngkae for age difference, and incest (or step-incest)]
(going with 23 to 26 year old arthur for this. so, ota and 20+ shipping. he is absolutely unlikely to be an aggressor, but i am extremely open to dark, messy, problematic shipping.
not interested in: incest, interspecies, bestiality, and celibacy.
most interested in: age difference, in public, superfluous, unexpected, violent, forbidden, student/teacher (mentor/mentee, delicious abused power dynamics in general), authority, stockholm, corruption, and nonconsensual (as well as dubconsensual).
you can find me in pms if you have any questions or would like to discuss anything!)
not interested in: incest, interspecies, bestiality, and celibacy.
most interested in: age difference, in public, superfluous, unexpected, violent, forbidden, student/teacher (mentor/mentee, delicious abused power dynamics in general), authority, stockholm, corruption, and nonconsensual (as well as dubconsensual).
you can find me in pms if you have any questions or would like to discuss anything!)
((since this is on your maybe list, wanted to check that these two would be alright and see if you'd rather exchange some PMs before I write something up if so? If you're alright to wing it to some degree, are there any prompts aside from the obvious that you'd especially like?))
[ I'm totally down! We can hash things out over PM too just to make sure we're on the same page, but overall I'm good with winging it. Maybe with some public risk too if it fits? ]
((oh i'm good with winging it too, and i promise i'll shoot you a pm right away if anything happens that doesn't work for me. one more question before i start us off: do you have a preference between established relationship or this thread being their first time?))
[ ooh, tough choice, but Im thinkin we can roll with established c: ]
[They've been so many things to each other and for each other throughout the years that Natsuo doesn't put any more weight on this one role simply because it involves physical intimacy. Siblings aren't supposed to share that sort of support, after all - no matter how much they love each other and how they express it, they can't be actual lovers anywhere but inside whatever four walls they call home, so neither of them has stopped seeking out "proper" partners with whom they can spend their individual lives.
But at times like this, with both of their lives turned upside down and members of the press bearing down on them every time they cross the threshold of the home that was supposed to give them a feeling of safety, Natsuo can't imagine reaching out to anyone else. How could someone he won't meet until tomorrow or a week or a year from now ever fit as perfectly into his arms and his bleak disaster of a headspace as Fuyumi does?
The goddamn reporters are outside again now, having followed the family home from a hospital visit with Enji, and their mother's having a chemically-assisted nap in her bedroom. It's not exactly what anyone could call "alone" but instead of taking Fuyumi's hand when he finds her in the kitchen and leading her to his room, he just wraps his arms around her from behind and pulls her close right then and there. His mouth finds the top of her head for a comforting kiss before he dips his head and nuzzles past her hair to kiss the shell of her ear, then the lobe.
By the time he reaches her neck, it'll probably be evident that this is more than just a show of affection on Natsuo's part - it's a plea for her to lose herself in pleasure with him for awhile, here and now, when the world feels like it's trying to crush all the joy out of them.]
But at times like this, with both of their lives turned upside down and members of the press bearing down on them every time they cross the threshold of the home that was supposed to give them a feeling of safety, Natsuo can't imagine reaching out to anyone else. How could someone he won't meet until tomorrow or a week or a year from now ever fit as perfectly into his arms and his bleak disaster of a headspace as Fuyumi does?
The goddamn reporters are outside again now, having followed the family home from a hospital visit with Enji, and their mother's having a chemically-assisted nap in her bedroom. It's not exactly what anyone could call "alone" but instead of taking Fuyumi's hand when he finds her in the kitchen and leading her to his room, he just wraps his arms around her from behind and pulls her close right then and there. His mouth finds the top of her head for a comforting kiss before he dips his head and nuzzles past her hair to kiss the shell of her ear, then the lobe.
By the time he reaches her neck, it'll probably be evident that this is more than just a show of affection on Natsuo's part - it's a plea for her to lose herself in pleasure with him for awhile, here and now, when the world feels like it's trying to crush all the joy out of them.]
[ Natsuo's timing couldn't be more perfect. Fuyumi planned to just start on dinner as soon as they got back home. Forget the reporters, forget everything going on in the outside world, her family needs her. Dinner should be ready by the time Mom wakes up, and even without Shouto or Dad around, the three of them could have...something sort of normal.
That's the idea, but as she's carefully cutting vegetables, her hands tremble. The cuts aren't smooth and they're taking too long. Try as she might to steady her hand, the leeks, chives, and carrots all come out uneven or only half cut. Fuyumi doesn't have the heart to start over. She'll just have to cut them again into smaller pieces. And make sure the broth is going. And...
Her mind and body both freeze as Natsuo's arms circle her. Her breath stills in her lungs after a sharp intake of air. The all too familiar tingle of heat that his touch brings surges all over her and leaves goosebumps all down her arms, instantly bringing a sense of calm.
It's that calm, however, that makes her trembling worse. Yet again, she just wants to bury herself in him and forget everything outside his arms. The world, the country, the city, the house, their family, all of it. She's lost count of the times now she's turned to Natsuo to feel safe, wanted, loved. Their twisted relationship is the only actually normal-ish thing she has in their hellish family. ]
Natsuo...
[ His name is so weak when it escapes her lips. She hates having to rely on him so much like this. She's supposed to be the strong one. Yet here she is turning in his grasp and whimpering into his collar. The knife clatters uselessly to the floor as her hands claw their way up his sides, one at his back and the other around his shoulder. Her fingers sift through the soft hair at the back of his neck, and she wears a shaky smile as she tilts her face up toward him. ]
I-I keep telling you, you have to lean down more. It's hard to kiss you...when you're so tall.
That's the idea, but as she's carefully cutting vegetables, her hands tremble. The cuts aren't smooth and they're taking too long. Try as she might to steady her hand, the leeks, chives, and carrots all come out uneven or only half cut. Fuyumi doesn't have the heart to start over. She'll just have to cut them again into smaller pieces. And make sure the broth is going. And...
Her mind and body both freeze as Natsuo's arms circle her. Her breath stills in her lungs after a sharp intake of air. The all too familiar tingle of heat that his touch brings surges all over her and leaves goosebumps all down her arms, instantly bringing a sense of calm.
It's that calm, however, that makes her trembling worse. Yet again, she just wants to bury herself in him and forget everything outside his arms. The world, the country, the city, the house, their family, all of it. She's lost count of the times now she's turned to Natsuo to feel safe, wanted, loved. Their twisted relationship is the only actually normal-ish thing she has in their hellish family. ]
Natsuo...
[ His name is so weak when it escapes her lips. She hates having to rely on him so much like this. She's supposed to be the strong one. Yet here she is turning in his grasp and whimpering into his collar. The knife clatters uselessly to the floor as her hands claw their way up his sides, one at his back and the other around his shoulder. Her fingers sift through the soft hair at the back of his neck, and she wears a shaky smile as she tilts her face up toward him. ]
I-I keep telling you, you have to lean down more. It's hard to kiss you...when you're so tall.
[He could lean down, but with the way Fuyumi's trembling and clinging to him, Natsuo doesn't want to leave her on her feet at all; instead, he grips her waist solidly and lifts her up to sit on a clear spot of kitchen counter, then steps in closer to stand between her legs. On a better day he might grin crookedly and make some joke about her stature in return, but right now he's just too needy for that sort of act.
His big hands settle high on her thighs as he leans in to kiss her with his lips already parted, then slide down her legs to coax them around his waist. If Fuyumi doesn't step in to slow him down and encourage a move to somewhere safer, they might end up making love right here in the kitchen.]
His big hands settle high on her thighs as he leans in to kiss her with his lips already parted, then slide down her legs to coax them around his waist. If Fuyumi doesn't step in to slow him down and encourage a move to somewhere safer, they might end up making love right here in the kitchen.]
[ They've done this so many times before that she can predict what he'll do by just the smallest movement. She's leaning up on her tiptoes the second his grip tightens so she's easier to carry, and once she's on the counter, her hand slips down to her waist to undo the buttons along the side of her skirt. The garment's already bunched up past her knees from moving, but it's still very much in the way. Painfully so. She leaves her other hand around the back of his neck as she leans up into his kiss, which she returns with a sound somewhere between a moan and another whimper.
She doesn't have the heart to stop him or suggest somewhere else; not when his touch banishes every other thought in her head that isn't him. She takes his parted lips as an invitation to push her tongue into his mouth without delay. With her legs closing tight around him, another moan sneaks away from her as she eases more fully into him. ]
She doesn't have the heart to stop him or suggest somewhere else; not when his touch banishes every other thought in her head that isn't him. She takes his parted lips as an invitation to push her tongue into his mouth without delay. With her legs closing tight around him, another moan sneaks away from her as she eases more fully into him. ]
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