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soryn stirs from his sleep, shielding his eyes from the morning sun as they flutter open. turning onto his side, he sees ophelia still beside him, still seeming to be asleep. a smile forms on his lips and he reaches out to gently move some hair from her face, leaning in to kiss her forehead. he couldn't ever tire of waking up like this, beside the woman he loves. this sweet, beautiful woman... the light of his life. there's little soryn wouldn't do for her, to see her smile, to make her happy, to keep her safe. seeing her eyes open just brings a bigger smile to his face. " good morning, my love. did you sleep well? "

@cursedblessed / starter call.

valentine's day application for Soryn ♡

Name: Ophelia Age: 24 Do you like to cuddle?: Always. Can we make-out?: Yes. We can make out right now A night in or dinner out?: Night In~ Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Chocolate covered strawberries. What makes you a good Valentine?: Why don't you find out :) Because she's absolutely head over heels in love with Soryn and is going to spoil him on Valentine's Day. Would you cook for me?: Yes, of course I'll make anything you want. Would you let me cook for you?: Yes

vday application.

" oh, my love, you never have to ask to be my valentine! you're always my valentine. " regardless, soryn accepts the application, of course. bending down, they give her a smooch. " i look forward to being spoiled rotten. "

soryn's smile grows when she says that. it always makes him feel happy to know she sleeps so well beside him. it lets him know she always feels safe and relaxed enough to do so. a soft laugh leaves the demon, his cheeks flushing as his face is peppered in kisses. " you think so, huh? " he asks with a growing smile, bringing his arms around her to pull her in even closer, pressing his lips to hers. " you know, if i keep forgetting work to spend the day in bed with you, my boss just might be tempted to fire me. "

She loves him. She thought she knew of love, heard stories of it, seen it around her, maybe she's even felt an inkling of it before-- nothing compared to this. Her heart belonged to him. It did not matter to her if Soryn was a demon, he could be the ruler of Hell itself and she would still love him. She's curled right beside him, barely having moved her sleep only feeling safe when she's next to him. Her eyes open, a sleepy smile greeting him before she stretches and sits up. "I always sleep well next to you." There's a hint of mischief in her eyes, quickly illuminated in the morning sun along with her smile. Leaning back down in a quick swoop she covers his face in featherlight kisses, saving a kiss upon his lips for last. "I think you should forget work and stay in bed with me all day."

❛  keep it. it looks better on you anyway.  ❜ -James to Aggie :)

" oh, r-really? " she asks softly, looking from james to her reflection in the mirror, fingertips tracing along the necklace chain and down to the pendant. the lighting above them glints beautifully off of the gold, bringing a little smile to the faerie's freckled face. " i-it is pretty... " she can certainly agree on that. and it's within her price range. agatha's smile grows as she looks back at her companion. " th-thank you very much, james. "

(0///0) Aggie walking in on James or Ophelia (her choice lol)

" hey, j-james? it's, w-well, you know who it is. of c-course you do, i called t-to— to t-tell you i was coming by. i-i'm just dropping this— " agatha stops in her tracks as she sees him now, naked. completely bare. he has absolutely nothing on. " off... " she only just barely manages to finish that sentence, the book he allowed her to borrow falling from her hand and hitting the floor. in a situation like this, most would probably shield their eyes, turn away, do something to give the person their privacy, but she finds she just can't move. the faerie is frozen there, gawking at him, her cheeks and her ears growing red in embarrassment. james might have to move or say something to get her to finally look away.

" u-um..." yeah, that's a really intelligent-sounding word there, agatha.

(0_0) Ophelia walking in on Soryn hehe

" my love, i am home. " he announces, closing the front door behind himself. when she greets him, he kisses her forehead, giving her hand a gentle, tender squeeze. " i must shower, then i will be ready for our date. " soryn assures, kissing her temple again before heading into the bathroom, peeling off his work clothes and getting into the shower once it was hot enough. gods, that feels good. being a mechanic sure does get grimy sometimes! once he's scrubbed clean, he gets out, dries off and makes his way to their bedroom. soryn sets out his outfit for tonight and steps away from the closet, stopping when he sees ophelia from the corner of his eye.

soryn focuses on her, smiling lovingly. " worry not, i am getting ready. i will not make us late for our reservation again, i promise. " he assured with a soft and sheepish chuckle. but still, she stares at him, even seeming to have that look on her face that she gets when she wants something (usually him), seeing how her gaze travels slowly over his nude form. his loving smile turns into one of amusement.

" do you want to make us late for our reservation this time, my love? "

"Hey--" It's spoken quickly, just a way for the demon to get Aggie's attention so he can lean down and kiss the corner of her mouth. "You're very cute~"

" hm? " agatha's gaze lifts from her phone and she tilts her head upward, giving him her attention. with the sudden kiss to the corner of her mouth, her expression changes from one of curiosity to one of embarrassment. her freckles stand out more as her cheeks flush hotly, her blush spreading up to her pointed ears. her heart pounds rapidly against her ribs.

" j-james! y-you— you c-can't say or g-go and do a thing l-like that!! " the faerie protests, hiding her face in her hands.

“are you gonna be good for me?” James to Aggie

she's trying really hard not to squirm or move in any such way against his hands that would make her feel even better, but it's proving difficult. even despite james' threats of punishment, the faerie just can't help herself, not until he stops moving his hands. " i-i will. i'll be good. " she whines softly, trying to stay still, fidgeting only slightly against her restraints. agatha manages to look up at him, the blush that decorates her cheeks spreading to her ears. " please d-don't stop, i-i'll b-be good for you, james. i'll be your g-good girl. "

Intoxicated with Aggie and James (hehehe uno reverse)

intoxicated. / accepting!

parties just are not agatha's thing, but maybe what helped her was that james was there with her. the readily available alcohol certainly helped, and the more she drank, the more conversational she was. it definitely helps that james was there because he was the one she felt the most relaxed around, and so when they both spoke with others, agatha was relaxed then, too, instead of sticking close to a wall and nursing the same drink for an hour or so before heading home. more drinks were poured and soon the heavier alcohol was brought out.

agatha doesn't know what the hour is by the time james has managed to carry her out of the place and back to the car. it's dark outside, that much she can tell. fumbles for one of the buttons on the door until she finds the one that rolls the window down, enjoying the feel of the cool air on her flushed face. alcohol really has that effect of bringing out the color in her cheeks, making the freckles there stand out more. like a kid would, she has her hand out of the window like it's riding the currents of air as the car moves, humming to herself.

when the car pulls down the dirt driveway leading to her house and stops, she fumbles to get herself unbuckled. she was so frustratingly uncoordinated right now that james had to help her, letting her lean against him as he walked her up to the front door. he unclips her keys from her bag and gets the door open, helping her inside. she stumbles over the doorstep a little, but of course he catches her and keeps her from falling, but it doesn't stop a giggle from leaving her.

" oh, james, y-you're a-always here when i need you. i-i love you so much. " and there it was. five sobering words. alcohol lowers one's inhibitions and can cause someone to say or do things they wouldn't normally do while sober, things they might mean deep down but otherwise, like agatha, don't have the courage to say. " i— " she stops, her heart racing as she stares up at him. this is the first time she's said those very words in that exact order to james. she's dreamt and thought of saying those words and sometimes they were right there on the tip of her tongue, begging to be said. those words were the final barrier she kept around herself; a fear that if she said that to him, something would go wrong, she's screwed up every good thing between them.

gazing up at him, she wonders, have i done it? have i ruined us?

regardless of the alcohol, she means those five little words. she has for some time now. agatha just couldn't bring herself to tell him that out of fear. what if the relationship was a temporary thing to begin with? what if he doesn't feel the same? sure, she knows he likes her, certainly enough to spend as much time as he does with her, enough to have sex with her, enough to be there when she's needed him, but... does he love her? like and love are two different things, after all. surely he could like but not love her, agatha, this earthly mess in his arms.

she clings to him, like she's afraid he'll let go and leave. she is afraid. agatha has bared her heart to him more times than she can count. he's seen her scars, knows her deep pain, knows the darkness that occupies her mind, he's seen her at her most vulnerable, but he didn't know about this. he didn't know the extent of her feelings for him. perhaps part of her was waiting for james to say it first. did he have the same fears as she does? the same worries and doubts? did he have an inkling of her true feelings? would he catch the way she looks at him, hear the way she speaks of him to others?

does he know that he is everything to her? because james has her heart and there isn't anyone else in the world she'd rather let have it.

" i... i-i love you, james. " she finally repeats, her voice quivering slightly, tears pricking her eyes. this was either going to be one of the worst or best moments in her life. " i have for s-some t-time, but i... i-i was afraid. i-i-i d-didn't want to be, i wanted so badly to be brave a-a-and t-tell you my f-feelings much sooner, but i... i c-couldn't. i was afraid you couldn't possibly f-feel the same way. i have to admit, i-i w-want so badly for you to feel as i do, james. "

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them (James and Aggie)

agatha knew feelings weren't supposed to be part of the equation. they're just friends and this is just sex. the concept of friends with benefits had once seemed silly, and maybe even a bit stupid to her. she didn't see the point in such a relationship, until fairly recently. that's all it would be, agatha had promised herself. friendship and sex. that's all.

until, suddenly, it wasn't.

when the first bud of romance began to grow within her, it was the only flower she ever wanted to smother. agatha didn't really want to. she always has been a hopeless romantic, hoping 'the one' would come into her life and they'd live happily ever after. such was the stuff of fairytales, however, and even agatha could admit there was no point in believing in such things. that the perfect person doesn't exist and he or she doesn't just waltz into your life. but then... there's james. no, he isn't perfect, but then again, no one is. they're perfect together, though, aren't they? like two puzzle pieces that fit just right.

but of course... they're just friends with benefits. they both knew what they were getting into, they both knew feelings beyond anything platonic and strictly sexual would make a mess of things. maybe agatha just couldn't help but to start having feelings for james. he was good to her. kind, patient, sweet. he fulfills every want, need and desire both outside of the bedroom and in it. out of everyone in the world, she chooses him. but there lies the issue: would he choose her? does he feel as she's begun to feel? she wants to believe so, and yet, out of fear of ruining what they have now, agatha buries her feelings.

he'd tease her that, if they kept this kind of relationship up, that she'd catch feelings for him, and she'd laugh and playfully hit his arm. 'nonsense', she'd say. agatha was happy with the way things are, so why change it? but then her own feelings, regardless of all the smothering, would continue to grow and bloom inside of her heart. her feelings are relentless and undying, like weeds. it was unbearable at times, how much agatha wanted to tell him that she did have feelings, how much she wanted to take his hands, look him in the eyes and tell him of them.

if she had any bravery, she would.

a bit more time passes and he was at it again, being a tease to her, saying if they kept spending time like this, she'd start having feelings for him. agatha snorts and shakes her head, playfully hitting his arm. " nonsense. " not once has she alluded to having feelings for james, and she thinks she's hidden it fairly well, at least, until he stands up from the bed and moves to be in front of her.

" prove it, aggie. kiss me. "

what? agatha laughs and shakes her head, buttoning up her blouse. " w-we k-kiss all the t-time, james. " but it's not the same, is it? kissing just to kiss isn't the same. she often kissed him when they were having sex just to quiet herself, or at least try to. there's nothing behind those kisses and they both know that.

" then it won't be so hard to prove it to me, will it? "

he really is insistent, isn't he? " fine, fine. i-i'll kiss you and— a-and p-prove to you i don't feel a-anything else about all of this. " agatha steps closer and stands on the tips of her toes, her hands grasping james' upper arms to keep herself steady as she closes her eyes and kisses him. her heart flutters against her ribs and quickly begins to pound harder, her hold on his arms tightening a little. she lingers a moment longer before breaking the kiss.

" and? "

" a-and i... i f-feel... " her gaze travels over his features. agatha always thought james was a very handsome man. he could be with anyone he wants. he could, but does he want to? does his heart yearn for her as hers does for him? does she often occupy his mind as he occupies hers? does he feel safe? does he feel cared for? does he feel at all as she feels? she looks away. despite the deep, intense longing agatha feels, she pulls away and sits sits on the edge of the bed. her voice is a whisper with the next words that leave her. " i-i c-can't keep lying anymore. it hurts, james, i-i c-can't— i can't k-keep denying how i feel. "

agatha's throat burns and her chest feels tight as she tries to repress the urge to cry as tears well in her eyes. " i-i t-tried so hard to— t-to keep this strictly as f-friends with benefits, t-to n-n-not get emotionally involved, but... i c-c-couldn't h-help myself, i guess. " she sniffles, not looking up at james as she wrings her hands against her lap. agatha inhales, exhaling shakily. " i-it's n-not just that the sex is good, b-because it is, it's amazing, it's... y-you make me feel so... so s-safe, so whole. you're th-the only person i trust t-to— to b-be so vulnerable a-and open with. "

oh, of course agatha has friends she trusts, but not as much as james. she's afraid of nothing with him, and maybe it's terrifying in and of itself. it's only rejection and if she's ruined this that she fears. " i-i know it's just supposed to be s-sex a-and o-only sex, and yet... i've wanted so badly for it t-to be more, james. i've wanted that f-for months and i tried so hard t-t-to k-keep my feelings and my t-true desires buried, but i c-can't anymore. " tears pour down agatha's cheeks as she speaks, finally getting out these words after being unspoken for so long. it hurt to keep them buried, but it hurts, too, to put them out into the open. to lay herself bare even more than she already has.

" i-i c-can only imagine feeling the way i do for you a-and y-you only, james. n-n-no one m-makes me as happy as you do, and yet... i-i understand if i couldn't possibly m-make you feel the same. " after all, who wants a mess like her? who wants someone with as much baggage as she has? who wants someone whose confidence and self-esteem are nearly nonexistent? surely not james, right? a trembling hand wipes the tears from her face. she still can't look at him. " ...i-i've r-ruined this, haven't i? us. i've r-ruined us. "

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ -James to Aggie 🤭

more smut. / accepting!

" you beg so nicely, you know that? " she peers down at him, a smile forming on her lips. she supposes it helps that she enjoys the feeling of him filling her whenever they have sex or make love. agatha straddles his hips, rolling her own hips as she rides him, a hand pressing gently against his abdomen to keep him down against the bed. " i think you deserve it, so cum. please, james, i-i want to feel you cum inside me. " that seems to be all the encouragement he needs, feeling his hands on her hips, holding them still as he thrusts into her from below. agatha holds his hands, moaning with each thrust. " j-just like that, my love. f-fill me up, please. "

with her teasing from before, it didn't take him long to be brought to the edge, and now, with his relentless pounding, agatha feels herself being brought to the edge right with him. gods, it feels so good, holding james' hands tighter against her hips, seeing stars at the edges of her vision as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm.

and finally, as her beloved buries himself fully inside of her, his hips twitching upward as he fills her up, she cums hard right alongside him, whimpering as her walls twitch and clench around him. soon, agatha collapses down onto him, panting to catch her breath. she hums, moving her head to rest more comfortably against his chest, feeling and hearing their hearts calm and beat more steadily together. she looks up at james with a lazy smile. " that was amazing, my love. "

" it looks worse than it feels. " -James to Aggie

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! / accepting!

agatha sighs, looking away, her hands lowering to her lap. she shakes her head. " how it looks or feels is beside the point, james. i told you not to get into fights for me. just because some guy comes up to me, flirting with me, i-it doesn't mean he won't take 'i have a boyfriend' for an answer. " she sighs again and resumes gently dabbing the alcohol wipe at the cut on his cheek. when the guy punched him after james struck first, his ring had cut into his skin. agatha shakes her head again. this was her fault. it always is. she places a bandaid over the cut after putting some salve over it.

agatha tends to his hands now, carefully wiping the blood from his knuckles, staying silent for a few moments longer. " you react like that like... like you're afraid i'll flirt back o-or i'll leave with them. " her gaze flickers up to his eyes. " do you think you're not good enough for me? do you think the moment someone 'better' comes along, i'll leave? because you know me better than that, james. you know i wouldn't, you know i believe you're more than enough for me. " gently she smooths over the bandaids she puts over james' knuckles. she traces her thumb over them before bringing his hand to her lips, pressing the gentlest of kisses over the bandaids.

" i don't want or need anyone else in my life but you. you know that, but i'll gladly remind you every time you want or need to hear it. " agatha smiles, leaning up to kiss his lips. " there is no 'better' when you're already the best. you're my everything and i'm not going anywhere. you're stuck with me for life, james. "