Warnings: WLW, royalty au, power dynamics, BDSM themes, Phoenix is Reader's "pet", birdy loves her cage, arranged marriage, fireplay, nippleplay, pet names, praise, oral (reader receiving), fingering, overstimulation.
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"You're getting married and that's final!" Your father's voice bellows through the throne room, making tears well in your eyes. Hands clenched into shaking fists at your sides, your father sighs and rubs his temples. "I know you don't wish to be wed but as a princess you have a duty." He says, his voice softening as he blinks down at you sympathetically.
"But why, Papa? Why can't I marry for love?" You ask, doe eyes flitting up to your father's tired face. He sighs, rising from his throne and descending down the stairs to approach you, one hand reaching out to wipe your tears from your cheeks.
"The weight of the crown weighs heavy, my dear. But someone must bear its burden. As my firstborn, that is your responsibility. One day I'll die and you'll rule our people." He says softly. You bow your head, looking down with disappointment.
You knew you had a duty. To the crown, to your family, to the entire kingdom. You only wished you could marry for love and lead your kingdom at the same time.
"Why don't you return to your chambers? Maybe have a bath to help soothe your nerves?" Your father suggests gently. You sigh and nod, muttering out a goodbye before walking off, heart heavy with your new reality.
You pad through the halls, head racing with wondering thoughts of your new betrothed. Hopefully he wouldn't be twice your age and was easy on the eyes. You would hate to be married to an ugly, old man.
You step inside your chamber, the air warm despite the cold stone walls. "Princess! You're back!" A voice says eagerly and you look up to see your beloved phoenix. Her beautiful red feathered wings fluffed up as she brightens at your presence, the elaborate and beautiful shackles that were clasped around her wrists and ankles keeping her chained to the wall.
"My dear bird." You murmur softly, approaching her and reaching to rake your fingers through her hair, making her chirp happily. "Are your chains comfortable?" You ask, crouching down to touch one of the golden shackles. She could easily melt through them if she wanted to, but she chose not to. She enjoyed staying by your side, a pretty pet for all to marvel at but only for you to touch.
"They're plenty comfortable, Your Highness." She says, pressing her head more into your hand, greedily seeking your affection. You can't help but smile slightly, both hands reaching to scratch behind her ears, making her eyes roll back and trill out with content.
"Princess, are you alright? I sense your heart is heavy." She says gently, cracking her eyes open to look at you, rising from her knees to stand in front of you, her expression turning worried. "I can smell your sadness on you." She says, stepping close to nuzzle her tiny nose into your neck, breathing deeply.
You sigh out, used to this sort of behavior from her. "My father is having me wed to a man." You say softly, emotions stirring within you once more, making your chest feel tight.
"Oh my poor princess." She coos out sympathetically, nuzzling your neck, her hands already reaching for your waist. "Let your loyal phoenix make everything better. I'll make you forget all about the prince." She murmurs sweetly into your ear, flames spreading from her palms as she burns your clothes off, keeping the flames controlled.
Soon her hands were running over your bare skin, worshipful in her touch as runs her hands up your spine, a soft exhale leaving your lips as she gently nudges you back towards your bed. Soon you're both falling in a tangle of limbs on your silk sheets, her lips finding one of your perky nipples, tongue swirling and drawing a soft sigh from you.
"You're so good to me, pretty bird." You murmur sweetly, make her wings shudder at the pet name. She switches breasts, lapping at your other nipple and looking up at you with adoring eyes.
"Such a good girl." You breathe out, fingers tumbling through her soft tresses. She chirps out, kissing your breast before trailing warm kisses down your stomach. Pearly whites nip at one of your hip bones, fingers spreading your legs before she dives between your legs.
You moan out sweetly, arching slightly as her tongue swirls around your clit. "Such a pretty pussy. And it's all mine, isn't that right princess?" She purrs out, slipping two fingers into your walls, easily finding your g-spot and attacking it.
Your moans echo off the walls as she fingers you, her tongue occasionally flicking out to lick a stripe up your clit. "Hnng! Yes! All yours! All yours, pretty bird!" You moan out, spreading your legs wider for her, allowing her to slip her fingers in deeper.
"My perfect princess. I'm so happy to be your phoenix. So happy to be at your service. My princess. My perfect princess." Her words tumble out, cheek rubbing against your inner thigh affectionately as she works you higher and higher towards your climax.
You cry out as you finally reach your peak, your phoenix diving back between your legs to greedily lap up your sweet nectar, moaning against your cunt as she drinks your essence.
She continues to lick and suck until you're shaking, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes as you weakly try to pry her off your poor puffy pearl.
Eventually you manage to pry her off, her eyes half-lidded and a grin spread across her pretty features. "Oh princess, don't tell me you're tapping out already." She purrs out, chains clinking as she tries to crawl closer but the chains stop her.
"You're pussydrunk." You pant out, her lips quirking in a smirk that was designed to ruin you. "Drunk and still thirsty, pretty girl." She purrs out, hands gripping your thighs, talons digging into your soft skin slightly as she drags you closer.
"And I'm not letting you go until I've had my fill." She breaths out. "Not like you would ever deny me." She says with an arrogant chuckle, her wings spreading and casting a shadow over you. You can only mentally curse yourself and your penchant for spoiling your pretty phoenix.
You weren't going to make it out unscathed-
I lowkey got lazy writing this but I love the idea. So after kinktober, I might do a part 2 where Reader is married and her husband leaves her unsatisfied so her beloved Phoenix must step in and satisfy her poor, poor Princess.
In a different universe, Feyra lived, and he was able to make it back home :D
But, due to the treatment that saved his life from the corruption, his wings lost their original crimson colour. The scars of the corruption were left too, now simply faded dark lines across his body.
Summary: After Pro Hero Third-Degree pays off the island spa workers on their vacation, Touya and Keigo sneak inside after hours to “watch the sunrise”.
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Word Count: 2,860 words
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Tags: DabiHawks, swearing, Established relationship, water s3x, pool s3x, 3xhibitionism, semi-public, hero!Dabi, smut, switching, explicit s3xual content
Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks slip into the cave spa under the cover of darkness, thanks to Touya bribing the spa staff. The dim lights throw shadows and glitter on the walls as the LEDs cycle through a fantastical array of colors and shades. Hawks sends a feather to lock the main entrance back up tight as his lover drags him down the hallway, running at full speed as if he can’t bear to waste a single second. Another feather whisks away down the hall, slipping into the security room to wipe the camera footage and loop it; they don’t need a tape leaking to the media. The two Pros leave behind a trail of boots, socks, and jackets as they start to disrobe mid-run.
“I can’t believe you actually did it,” Hawks chuckles with a smirk on his face, pulling off his compression shirt as Touya punches in the code for the infinity cave pool.
“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t take your joke as a challenge,” Touya replies as the lock flashes green, and the door opens. Steam pours out, washing over their skin as Touya and Keigo step inside.
“Holy shit,” Touya mutters, eyes widening as he takes in the sight before him.
The infinity pool rests inside the cavern, opening up at the end to showcase the island coastline with the perfect view of a mountain in the distance, backdropped by the glittering starlit sky. Touya warily eyes the steam rising from the water as he finishes stripping, not bothering to wait for Keigo. He risks putting a toe in the water and winces at the temperature; normally, he only indulges in cold running over his skin in the shower. The warmth reignites the dull fear he still has of his Quirk…of it potentially consuming him.
“You get too hot, you tap three times.” Keigo squeezes Touya’s shoulder, and he nods, though his cheeks heat up red from embarrassment.
“I’ll be fine,” Touya gripes, wrenching his shoulder away with a scowl, and Keigo just rolls his eyes. “Did you bring it?”
One of Hawks’ feathers slips into the pocket of his discarded pants before pulling out the bottle of lube.
“Y’know, we should drain the pool ourselves and clean up when we’re done,” Hawks mumbles with a guilty look on his face.
“You do remember that this was your idea, right?” Touya snorts before slowly submerging himself up to his chest in the water, wading toward the center of the pool.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad! This is gross,” Keigo chews his bottom lip as he hesitantly eases into the pool after Touya.
“We can go back to the hotel room anytime,” Touya clicks his tongue, getting progressively irritated at Keigo’s hesitancy when he was giddy about it earlier. “You know I won’t push you about it if you tell me you changed your mind. We’ve arguably done worse before.”
“I think this is worse than the VIP karaoke bar thing,” Keigo grumbles.
“I don’t,” Touya rolls his eyes before holding his hand up in the air, catching the lube as the feathers squeeze it on his fingers. “And that ,” He points to the feathers with a lubed-up finger, “Tells me you’re game.”
Keigo’s blush doesn’t help his situation as he swims over to Touya, who’s found a ledge by the cavern’s mouth to sit on. He can’t help but stare at Touya’s silhouette in the dim, color-changing rays of light, glazing over Touya like he’s by a crackling fire; Touya’s piercings sparkle in the darkness.
Keigo’s eyes wander down to the sudden splashing of water in Touya’s lap.
“Perv,” Keigo teases, sticking his tongue out.
“And?” Touya sneers, swallowing a sigh as he continues to smooth the lube over his dick, “You wanna be safe or not?”
“Take me out to dinner first,” Keigo winks, climbing into Touya’s lap to rest on his lower thighs, biting back a gasp as he feels their cocks brush against one another.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want, pretty bird,” Touya blows a kiss at him before leaning forward, slipping his tongue into Keigo’s mouth.
Keigo melts, tilting forward as his hands find Touya’s shoulders, eyes slipping shut as he presses Touya up against the wall. Touya’s hand drifts from his dick between Keigo’s legs, rubbing the remaining lube on Keigo’s hole. After last night, he’s not going to need much prep. Neither of them will.
Keigo groans as his tongue licks against Touya’s, letting the warm water and his lover’s touch lull his body into relaxation. He shuffles forward, breaking the kiss as he lowers himself down on Touya’s cock.
“ Kei .” Touya’s breathy moans bounce off the cave walls as Keigo’s wings flare out, helping him balance as he raises himself up and crashes back down in Touya’s lap, taking his dick like it’s his life’s purpose.
Touya’s muscles flex, teeth grinding as he inhales sharply through his nose, fingernails digging into Keigo’s hips, thumbs gently tracing his V-line. The pads of his fingers trail back, finding the freshly branded handprints on Keigo’s ass; it makes a cruel grin play at Touya’s lips.
“ Mine ,” He mutters to himself as he grips Keigo’s flesh, eyes dragging up his lover’s perfect fucking body. There wasn’t a single imperfection Touya found in Keigo Takami; he might as well have been a god. Touya worshipped him with wide eyes full of pure, unadulterated devotion.
“You say something?” Keigo chuckles between huffs as he sloshes the water around them with his movements. The tips of his wings graze the water, distorting and changing color with the lights as Touya tries to get his grip on reality. It’s so easy for him to get lost in the pleasure…to get lost in Keigo .
Touya lurches forward, hands running up to grab the back of Keigo’s neck and connect their lips in a heated kiss.
Keigo moans into the kiss, his tongue tracing against Touya’s as he picks up his rhythm, tasting Touya’s muffled whimpers. It’s electric. The way their bodies collide and respond to one another is so overwhelmingly addictive. They fit like a puzzle piece in more ways than one.
Touya’s hands drop down Keigo’s neck, running over his collarbone, over his shoulders, down his triceps…until they drop down to his hips again.
Touya breaks the kiss, the steam making his white hair plaster to his forehead as he stares into Keigo’s amber eyes. The water around them sloshes back and forth as Keigo grinds down on him, and it takes everything in Touya to not sink his nails into his ass and thrust up into his guts. That is, until Keigo makes a noise so broken and pathetic that Touya wants to ask for permission.
Keigo’s obsessed with how Touya feels inside him, spreading him open in the sweetest possible way. Keigo could get drunk on the way his cock drags against his walls. He could get high off the way Touya looks at him with sparkling eyes and blown out pupils…with his mouth agape like he’s trying not to drool but has words of pleas and praise on the tip of his tongue. Touya’s the drug that Keigo won’t ever quit, no matter what the warning label says.
Touya’s hands grip Keigo’s hips, and he tentatively meets Keigo’s movements with a shallow thrust, testing the waters. Keigo’s response is almost laughable, his feathers curling as his back arches.
“ Fuck , do that again.” Keigo’s voice is music to Touya’s ears. He wants more.
“Can I take over?”
Keigo nods, and the dam breaks.
Touya lurches forward, sinking his teeth into the flesh between his shoulder and his neck as he starts pumping his hips up into Keigo. Touya swears under his breath as he feels himself slipping off the ledge, and his hands drop, palms splaying out beside him on the tiles to keep his balance as he keeps rolling his hips.
The sound of the water masks their pleasured groans and whines, and Touya risks another bite to the other side of Keigo’s collarbone. He loves the way his teeth press into Keigo, the bulging muscles borderline irresistible.
“ God, Keigo. You feel so good-you feel so good , fuck ,” Touya curses, his voice broken and his rhythm messy and desperate as he feels the heat of pleasure boiling in the pit of his stomach and the small of his back.
“ Touya ~,” Keigo breathes Touya’s name out like a prayer, feeling the sweat and steam drip down every single feather as the heat starts to make him light-headed. His cock twitches with every plunge as Touya puts his forehead on Keigo’s shoulder. Touya watches the blurry, distorted mess of his cock disappearing into Keigo in the water, stealing up a glance at Keigo through his damp, long lashes.
“Kei, I’m close,” Touya pants, each labored breath peaking in a lewd moan as the ecstasy boils in his blood.
“Inside,” Keigo chokes out with a shaky cry as a particularly harsh thrust slips against his prostate.
Touya doesn’t need any more encouragement before he’s mouthing at Keigo’s jawline, licking into Keigo’s mouth as the climax rocks his body like a lightning bolt, hips jerking as he empties into Keigo. Keigo’s wings flutter as the warmth spreads inside him; he returns Touya’s kiss just as hungrily. Touya’s muffled sounds of pleasure taste sweeter than honey on Keigo’s tongue, and he reaches up to run his hands through Touya’s damp white hair as he comes down from the high. They both pull back, Keigo’s dick pressing against Touya’s stomach.
“So, you gonna fuck me, now?” Touya chuckles, and Keigo’s eyes grow half-lidded.
“Are you asking?”
Touya gulps almost comically, his heart fluttering in his chest. He’s still not entirely used to giving up control to Keigo, but damn if he doesn’t adore it. Keigo treats him with such gentle reverence that it sends shivers of pleasure straight to Touya’s soul. It’s a little embarrassing how flustered he is, considering they’ve been together since they were teenagers.
“Hey,” Keigo coos softly, taking a finger and gently tilting Touya’s chin up to make direct eye contact with him, “Why don’t you lemme take good care of you, sweetheart?”
“You already have,” Touya stammers, still feeling the overwhelming haze of afterglow; it washes over his skin like a buzz, going out from his stomach to his extremities to the tips of his fingers.
“How d’you wanna do this, firefly?” Keigo asks as he climbs off of Touya with a grunt, standing in front of the ledge. Feathers bring the lube over once again, and Keigo promptly slathers it over his leaking cock.
Touya tries to comb through his brain fog, suddenly getting uncomfortable with the heat.
“Hey, can we turn down the-”
Touya doesn’t even get to finish his sentence before a swath of feathers shoots from Keigo’s wing, hurtling to the control room to turn down the temperature of the pool. Touya can already feel a difference that makes him sigh in relief.
“Better?” Keigo raises an eyebrow. Touya nods, mumbling his thanks as he wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Touya chews the inside of his cheek as he tries to mull over Keigo’s question. They’ve never had sex in the water before tonight. Touya also doesn’t want to risk getting motion sickness from the water jostling him around. Keigo practically reads his mind; he knows his partner too well.
“I can hold onto you the whole time if you want. I can stand. You can latch on,” Keigo offers.
“Okay,” Touya replies, still loathing the awkwardness of it all. It was hard to be spontaneously sexy when they both were notorious for overthinking things.
Touya pushes himself off the ledge, throwing his arms around Keigo’s neck and kissing him again. God , he can never get enough of kissing Keigo. It might just be because Touya’s never kissed anyone else on the lips before, but he swears up and down that Keigo’s the best kisser on the planet. Or maybe he just knows what Touya likes.
Touya leaps into Keigo’s arms, letting the weightlessness from the water carry him as he hooks his ankles at Keigo’s lower back, wrapping his legs around his waist with a teasing grin.
Touya swears when he feels Keigo’s tip against his hole, deepening the kiss as he focuses on his lover’s touch.
“ Fuck ,~” Touya’s voice lilts lewd and lofty as Keigo tenderly slips inside him, letting his muscles get used to the stretch as they passionately kiss. Touya’s hands find their way between Keigo’s wings, gently caressing the crimson bases sprouting from his back. It makes a low groan rumble in Keigo’s throat, and Touya can’t wipe the smirk off his face as he caresses the slick feathers, damp from the steam.
Keigo’s hands find Touya’s hips, and his wings curl forward, gently wrapping Touya up in a canopy of crimson that supports him in the water. The first languid movement of Keigo’s hips punches a high-pitched noise out of Touya. The water exacerbates the momentum, and Touya feels like Keigo’s going even deeper than he is, making his head spin.
“Shhhh,” Keigo hushes, pressing a gentle kiss to Touya’s forehead, tasting the sweat as he rocks back and forth.
Touya just focuses on breathing, concentrating on the feeling of Keigo’s dick massaging his insides. He’s already hard again, the tip barely poking above the water. Keigo’s feathers press against Touya’s skin, tracing his back, gently brushing against the sides of his face.
Touya loves it when Keigo uses his Quirk to make him feel smothered. To feel Keigo on every inch of his skin inside and out…it drives Touya insane. If it came down to it, he’d tear the whole world down for him. Hell, he almost did.
For a second, a halo of light seems to form around Keigo’s head, but when it doesn’t go away, Touya turns to look out of the cave, squinting behind Keigo’s wing. The sun slowly peeks out from behind the mountain, gently illuminating the glittering bay as dawn arrives.
“Keigo, look,” Touya mutters, taking his hand to turn Keigo’s chin.
“Wow.”
“Damn, that’s beautiful,” Touya mutters, eyes sparkling as the sunlight reflects in his turquoise irises.
“Not as beautiful as you, starlight,” Keigo whispers with a soft grin, leaning forward to pepper Touya’s neck with subtle nips and kisses.
“Shut the fuck up,” Touya snickers, swallowing a moan of relief as Keigo rolls his hips again. God , Keigo knows his body like the back of his hand; he knows every little weak point and every little crevice of his lover.
“No, I don’t think I will,” Keigo smirks, panting as he licks up to the shell of Touya’s ear. Touya arches into Keigo at the sensation.
“You better hurry so we can sneak out before the openers come in,” Touya grits his teeth as he glances at the sunrise.
Keigo flicks his tongue over his canine.
“Aw, starboy. If you want me to be rough, all you gotta do is ask.”
And that’s when Touya is reminded of just how much stronger Keigo’s gotten since Touya’s impromptu hiatus from field work. Because, before he can blink, Touya’s in a mating press on the ledge, and Keigo’s humping him like his life depends on it. Touya feels the tile digging into the flesh on his back, likely making marks in his skin as Keigo plows into him. The shock alone is enough to break Touya’s brain as a feather keeps his head above the water on the shallow ledge.
“ Keigo~Keigo~Keigo~ah~AH! ” Touya loses any self-preservation that he had as he feels the pleasure consume his mind, body, and soul. He can’t control his visceral, involuntary reactions to the feelings and sensations coursing through his whole body. Touya’s so lost in the thrill and swirling obsession with how good Keigo makes him feel.
Keigo gets off on every single noise he rips from Touya’s throat, trying not to crumble into a lewd puddle with the way it sends shivers of euphoria through his body. The way he can turn Touya from the smug, cocky bastard that he is into putty in his hands, admittedly, gives him a bit of a complex.
Touya almost screams when he feels a feather tracing his dick in the water, rubbing at the glans in a way that makes his toes curl. He’s gonna come, and he’s gonna come quick .
Touya’s name bursts from Keigo’s lips as his cock twitches inside, painting Touya’s insides white without warning as the climax sneaks up on Keigo. He fucks Touya through it, using the cum as just more lube despite his flagging erection; it isn’t long before Touya’s nails are digging hard enough into Keigo’s bicep to draw blood as his own orgasm wrecks his body.
The post-nut clarity kicks in, and so does Touya’s rare case of embarrassment and self-awareness.
“Shit. We gotta drain the pool. Don’t we?” Touya groans, holding his face in his hands.
Oigan, este me gustó mucho, hasta lo forre para que se conservará DJDJDJDJSK
Saben, se me vino a la mente la frase que le dijo el zorro al Principito: "He aquí mi secreto, que no puede ser más simple: solo con el corazón se puede ver bien; lo escencial es invisible para los ojos".
No sé, siento que les queda demasiado
Extra: un amigo me hizo uno similar DJDJDJDJSK pero con Óscar y Oprah :'3
"The cold of the void was all surrounding, yet, she was warm. A heat in her chest emanating through the rest of her, a calmness washed over her as she opened her eyes [...] She is anything but mortal."
My piece for the @mcytblraufest! I had the pleasure of working with @darling-ed who wrote the fic and @honorsongs who beta'd to accompany this work!
plus an additional, rougher thing i made for it as well!
Warnings: Implied stalking, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Felt like getting this out tonight, so I hope you all like it!! Again, I feel like these are tamer than what I originally had in mind, but some of them are going in a different direction than I though. Hehehe, I don't know, I still like them! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
The Fourth of The Feral Drabbles
You’re a strange one, aren’t you? You don’t let anyone get close to you, do you? At least, not really.
I’ve seen the way you shy away from their touches. It’s like you know that they don’t deserve you, just as I do. Only I should get to caress your delicate skin. Only I should get to touch you. Your body is a canvas meant to be painted by me, and me alone.
You know that already, don’t you?
You’ve seen me watching you. I know you have. I’m much more in tune to your reactions than you think, especially when heat is involved.
Perhaps that’s just the way I’ve always been. Or maybe, perhaps, that’s just the effect you have on me. Either way, I always make sure to watch you carefully. I want to know your every reaction to everything, so I can replicate the good ones as desired. I want you to see me in a good light all of the time. There’s no room for error. Not when you are involved.
I can never help myself when it comes to you. I always want to know where you are, and who you’re with. I long to know what you’re doing, and especially how you’re feeling at all times. It drives me crazy not being able to be by your side at all hours of the day. Watching you isn’t enough, I need to be with you, and I want you to need me, too.
You’re guarded, that much I can tell. I mean, you certainly live up to your nickname of Ice Princess, wouldn’t you say? You hardly give anyone the time of day. It’s as if no one is worth your time.
Good. They don’t deserve you, anyways. At least you know how much value your life has, and how important you are.
I wouldn’t expect anything less from my twin flame.
I want you to know, that I am worthy. I will make myself worthy.
I have a theory: you don’t give anyone the time of day because the treat you like a princess.
It’s the princess part, isn’t it? You long to be treated like the Queen you are, don’t you?
You don’t have to worry much longer, My Queen, a fitting King is on his way.
You know, my kind… we mate for life. We’re extremely territorial and possessive of our mates, especially once we’ve imprinted. You’re lucky I haven’t had a chance to court you yet, otherwise those friends of yours… well, let’s just say ‘burnt to a crisp’ would be putting it lightly.
They don’t care for you. I’ve seen the jealousy in their eyes when you turn away from them. They always want what you have, and they hate how effortlessly it comes to you. You’re too smart for them. Too beautiful. Too desirable.
I must admit, taking out my competition lately has been a bit difficult, but I’ve made tremendous progress this past month alone. You’re even acknowledging me on your own, and going out of your way to start conversations with me! I knew playing it cool would work - that seems to be the type of people you’re drawn to. None of this loud and boisterous displays of passion some people attempt to smother you in.
I have to admit, though, there are times where I wish I could scream my love for you from the rooftops. I want everybody to know how much you mean to me, and to be jealous that only I can have you, and only you can have me.
I’m not blind, I see the way your friends look at me when you all walk passed. I hear them whisper as their heated stares lock onto my figure. I know I’m desirable, too.
The only one I care about, though, is you.
Oh, how I revel in your gaze when I feel you looking at me. Honestly, it’s embarrassing how much I preen myself just for you. I’ll admit, my posture has never been the greatest, until I met you.
It’s almost comical how obvious I can be; my friend tease me about it all the time. My kind, we’re not subtle in our ways, but either you don’t notice, or you choose not to.
Perhaps you don’t want to believe I could ever fall for someone like you…
Is this why you don’t let anyone get close to you? Because you’re afraid of getting hurt?
Well, My Little Dove, you don’t have to be afraid any longer. I will never hurt you, because I will never leave you. I only want you, and I will only ever want you.
Do you want to know the dangers of my love for you? It’s a little thrilling, isn’t it? To know that there’s always risks when it comes to love. At least, I find it amusing, and once you feel the same as I do, I know you will, too.
See, my kind, as I said before, we mate for life. But, not just this life.
Every life.
Our love is reborn through the ashes with each incarnation. No matter how far apart we are, or who we are, we will always find each other. That’s what it means to love a Phoenix.
Once an imprint, always an imprint. Nothing can change that.
My heart is yours. It burns for you. It yearns for your cold touch to quell the flames that have long since kindled the fires of my passion for you. I am devoted to you in every way imaginable. You just don’t know it, yet.
I desire you, My Dove. I have desired you from the very first moment I heard you utter my name. Never has it sounded so pure, so perfect falling from any other’s lips but your own. It was meant to be yours. I was made to be yours, and you were always meant to be mine.
Fuck, I want to know what my name sounds like falling from your lips after I’ve kissed you breathless. I want to wrap you in my embrace and ignite that same spark of desire in you that has always burned within me for you. I want to feel you gripping at my hair, pulling me in closer to you as you cling to my body as I light the fires of my passion upon your own.
Fucking tug on my roots as you pull me back into your core for more. I want to feel you dripping down my chin, suffocating me with your luscious thighs as I get lost in your pussy for hours. Let me make a beautiful mess of your cunt, lick it clean, and then do it all over again, and again, and again.
I want you to moan for me, like I’m your one and only salvation, and you’ll find rapture in my every touch. I want our breaths to become one, never knowing where one ends and the other begins. I want to taste you until I become drunk on everything you have to offer, and then I want to drown you in an ecstasy so deep you’ll never want to come back up for air.
I want my touch to sear across every dip and curve of your skin, so that you feel my desires for you even when we’re apart. If you cannot feel my love for you by the time we’re done, I haven’t finished fulfilling my duties of your perfect lover. By the time I’m finished with you, my name will be the only thing on your lips, my body the only thing you can feel, and my devotion to you the only thing on your mind.
And your heart…
Your heart will be mine.
Long have I desired to burn my mark on your heart, just as I know you’ve already branded mine. I will accept no other. I cannot.
My greatest desire, though, is far tamer than any of this. Yet, it is probably the most significant. The most intricate and intimate of experiences I could offer you.
I want to show you my wings.
I want to show you my wings, and watch as that wondrous expression of yours lights up your face. I want to see you in awe of the colours, and the contrasting feathers which are quite plush and so delicate to the touch. I want to watch you reach out to feel them, but hesitate slightly, unsure of if you should or not, and then I want to smile and nod at you, encouraging you to fulfill your every desire.
And, oh, how encouraging I would be!
We don’t let just anybody touch our wings, you know. It’s a sacred practice, reserved for the most intimate of lovers.
That’s how much you mean to me. I want to share in that intimacy with you, and only you.
Fuck, and then once you’ve traced the contours of my wings and run your fingers through my feathers, I would make the sweetest love to you. I would hold you so fucking close, whispering how deeply my affection for you lies with every movement I make, my wings on full display as I bring us both to ecstasy together.
I can practically hear the way your voice calls out my name so desperately for me now…
Many nights have been spent playing out this fantasy, but I’m afraid it never fully captures the full effect of the moment. I know it’ll be even more special and intimate when the time comes, and I can only imagine how your delicate hands will feel gripping me, and stroking along my wings during the moment.
Just thinking about it now gets me so sensitive.
You truly have no idea what you do to me.
I just have to get closer to you. You’re starting to open up to me, I can feel it. I’m slowly but surely melting that cold exterior of yours. Or maybe, you’re just cooling me down to your level. We’ll be together soon. We have to be, or else I don’t know just what I might do.
Phoenix!Feanor who doesn't die combusting but is reborn like a Phoenix.
Phoenix!Feanor who is now a little baby among his very confused sons, who have no choice but to raise him while keeping their oath and fighting Morgoth.
Phoenix!Feanor who now has to be kept a secret from everyone on account of being a vulnerable little child.
Phoenix!Feanor who gets rumoured to be a bastard son of every one of the sons of feanor.
When Fingolfin crosses the ice he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry at the little boy looking at him with fury, and maybe a little guilt, in his eyes.
