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lexart-io · 2 months

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Hello! I am a traditional and digital artist, and I see you post a lot of images and works that have been generated through ai, and consider yourself a part of the art community here on the internet.

--Prefacing with the fact that I dont want to debate and am not here with the purpose of gatekeeping the art community. This is purely for my own curiosity, and understanding all sides of the Ai argument.--

I mean nothing judgemental or malicious by asking, although I do acknowledge it may sound that way by the nature of my asking. As someone who plans to pursue my own artworks made traditionally and digitally on software (like procreate) for a living, the questions I have to ask are:

- What do you gain or learn from creating images with Ai? what do you take away from it?

- What meaning do you find in creating those images? What do you want to say with it?

- In what way do you find yourself an artist? What are the unique skills that you have because of this method of image creation?

Thanks for your time and consideration in this, and Thank you for sticking around to read all of that. (I acknowledge that its a bit of a wall of text)

hello! no worries, i don't think your questions come off as judgmental or malicious at all, and i'm always more than happy to offer my thoughts / perspective on this topic to anyone who inquires. i think there's A LOT to be said on it, so hopefully my own incoming massive wall of text isn't too much haha.

i'm going to answer your questions in a slightly different order than you asked because i think it will help the overall flow of my explanations:

In what way do you find yourself an artist? i have a lifelong background in art. in high school and college, acrylic paint on canvas was my primary medium. also, i first downloaded Photoshop when i was 13 years old and started teaching myself to use it so i could create forum "signatures" for people on a gaming forum that i frequented at the time haha. in high school, i nearly maxed out the number of art classes i took and won a Scholastic Gold Key art award (the highest regional award) for a digital piece i made in one of my art classes. the other form of "art" that i've always been passionate about is computer programming. i started when i was 12 years old (with Visual Basic 3, which i taught myself) and continue to take on programming projects as a hobby to this day. currently i have over 10 years of (ongoing) professional graphic design experience, both freelance and in marketing director roles.

What do you gain or learn from creating images with Ai? what do you take away from it? my interest with AI began not from an artistic motivation, but rather from a nerdy computer programming motivation. working with AI is wildly fascinating and fun. it's an odd mix of creative outlets (visual, verbal, programming), which exercises a creative spot within my brain that i never even knew existed. click here to check out my previous post where i describe my workflow with ai. i'm not just typing prompts into a box and hitting generate. to me, that isn't creative enough and i don't really find the results to be all that interesting (though there are a few prompt-artists whom i find their work to be extraordinary, for the most part that whole direction is kinda boring in my opinion). i train ai models myself, often on really obscure or abstracted ideas / concepts / aesthetics. then i use those models to combine these unrelated concepts, rendering a batch of images which i use as a dataset to train a new model, which i then use to repeat this process ad infinitum (so my work is a constant evolution built upon everything preceding it). the work that i post here are my daily experiments, as i test out models and combine ideas. so what i gain from this is a deeper understanding of how machine learning tech works, a means of keeping up with generative ai technology as it continues to quickly advance, how to visually train ai models on concepts that are increasingly detached from visual reality, and (most importantly) a creative workflow that really, truly vibes with my soul's deepest passions. it's hard to really describe that last one... but you know that feeling you get as you're actively exercising your creative impulses on a medium that really connects with you on a deeper level? training ai, as nerdy as this sounds, is that for me. the "art" is not necessarily in the images themselves, but in the act of training ai models (because the process of training ai is not a standardized thing whatsoever, there are hundreds of settings and variables at play and every single person has their own methods which generally evolve with experience) and how you interact with these models on a verbal level (through text prompting) to render your imagination.

What meaning do you find in creating those images? What do you want to say with it? honestly, i think a lot of the "ai art" scene is made up of "delusional artists" who think whatever they generate from a basic text prompt is somehow deep and meaningful art haha. but that said, i do stand firm in my belief that even THAT is by definition still "art". there is human creative impulse behind it. ai is the tool and the human is the user of said tool. this particular tool can make creating things very easy, but at the end of the day it does still require some level of creative human input to do anything. as with any artistic tool or medium, i think that what you get out of it depends entirely upon what you put into it. more effort and time = more quality and meaning. text prompting for ai generated images is sort of the most "superficial" layer of the "ai art" scene. the phenomenon of delusional artists exists across ALL forms of art, so it's not just unique to ai. it seems like there is a large percentage of the population who, upon starting to learn a new creative outlet, have an overly grandiose view of their own work after they first start making things. they're so proud of what they created that it blinds them from seeing it for what it really is. they'll gloat about it online, they'll try to sell it for outrageous prices, etc and look super cringy in the process. some people eventually grow out of that and suddenly gain the self-awareness that "oh shit actually that art kinda sucked and i looked super inexperienced", but other times they never realize that and stay cringy. because ai art is so new and so many folks are just now jumping on, i think we're seeing a much higher percentage of this delusional artist phenomenon within this field at the moment, where everyone is so proud of what they're making and not realizing how lame it actually looks to people who know what they're doing. and, again for the record, i do still consider that stuff to be art (and so i mean no offense to anyone when i say these things). it's just really basic art, and i think most people will either grow past this phase (and learn to take these tools a lot deeper) or lose interest in it altogether - just as they do with other artistic endeavors like painting, ceramics, using Photoshop, making music in Ableton, etc, etc. i would classify 99% of my work as under the "concept art" category. it exists as a result of my daily experiments as i learn / discover my way deeper and deeper into machine learning technology. it generally explores scifi themes (robotics in particular) because i find that to be most creatively titillating, but it is not necessarily meant to convey any deeper meaning beyond purely imaginative visual pursuits that look toward the future. which is also why i don't sell my work or push the idea of it being profound in anyway. it's just daily exercise, but i absolutely love that so many other people enjoy looking at it (i'm somehow up to nearly 9000 followers here, which is kinda mind-blowing to me). i've been putting nearly every single spare hour of every single day for the last several years into this so it really means a lot to not only see my skillset improving over time, but to also gain such an audience for it in the process too. 🙏😭

What are the unique skills that you have because of this method of image creation? for me, the WHOLE point of all of this is knowledge and experience working with generative ai tools. this technology exists now and it won't be going away. the genie is out of the bottle, so to speak. i think absolutely any artist (but digital artists in particular) would only be doing themselves a tremendous disservice by not learning to use this tool immediately. being a stick in the mud about it is not going to stop this technology, nor will it save you in 10 years from getting let go at your job and replaced by some younger artist who learned this technology while getting a degree in graphic design and can pump out quality assets 100x faster than you ever could. don't wait until then to start learning this stuff because you will already be sooo far behind at that point. get involved right now, right this second; you will be on the ground floor of an incredible technology and able to keep up with the advancements as they happen, putting you in a much stronger position in the future. don't take it too seriously, just do it for fun and then thank yourself in 10 years when you're 100x more experienced than the younger artist who recently graduated with a graphic design degree. i recently met a graphic designer who somehow never learned to use Photoshop. they do everything the "old school" way - literally cutting, pasting, and drawing things by hand. that was fine 30+ years ago, but now they cannot get hired anywhere. they put off learning Photoshop for so long because they assumed that their excellent skills and truly beautiful eye for design would be enough to carry their career forward forever, without needing to keep up with the technical advancements. but in the modern world, no business wants a designer like that anymore; having strong Photoshop experience is a bare minimum. old school designers who did not keep up were ultimately pushed out entirely. in 10, 20, or even 30 years from now, you don't want to be that old person taking night classes at the local university to try to save your career. get ahead of it, jump on board and invest in your future! i truly believe that you will start to discover creative new ways to integrate it into your current workflow and you will become a stronger (and more marketable) artist in the process. :)

sorry for the huge post and hopefully everything makes sense lmao. feel free to reach out with more questions any time. particularly if you want help getting started in the realm of ai-assisted art and design. i'm always more than happy to help!

#stable diffusion #photoshop #digital art #ai #artificial intelligence #generative art #ai art #synthography #ask

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plutosunshine · 3 years

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Moon sign and the relationship with your mother

Moon in the birth chart represents mother and relationship with her. I’ve met a lot of people whose Moon’s sign is the dominant sign in their mother’s chart. Therefore, the Moon sign describes her personality and the major themes in your relationship with her. However, don’t forget about aspects of the Moon! They influence a lot. For example, Uranus opposite or square Moon shows that you suffer from her eccentric and unpredictable behavior. I focus here more on the problems and negative sides because it is so important to know and heal them.

Moon in Aries

Your mother may be independent, strong-willed, and direct. She may be also domineering, overbearing, and even assertive at times, which makes you fight for your agenda. Your mother does not always agree with your plans and she tries to change your mind. You fight because of that a lot. She wants the best for you, but you don’t understand why she is so pushing. The relationship itself may be hot-tempered and not boring at all.

Moon in Taurus

Your relationship with mother is stable, practical, and dependable. Even if you have arguments, you still save the relationship at the same level of trust. Your mother is a provider for you. If not, you may see her as stubborn and stingy. Moon in Taurus usually doesn’t give a too emotionally close relationship with mother, but it is stable and caring. The negative side of the relationship is an impossibility to compromise. You both are stubborn.

Moon in Gemini

Your relationship is fast-moving and never boring. Mother always reacts to everything you say. You tend to protect yourself from her attacks with sharp-tongued answers. Your relationship is mentally stimulating, a little bit emotionally detached, and chatty. You can learn from her and talk to her at any time. The negative side is lies, sharp-tongued argues and the absence of deep emotional closeness.

Moon in Cancer

This position of Moon very often gives co-dependency. You are connected to your mother and feel all the ups and downs. You can’t separate your feelings from hers. You want attention and love from your mother, but she can be too busy with her pain and deep emotions. She may suffer from difficulties in life and you feel it with her. You are easy to hurt by her words and you accept them as truth. You are always there for her.

Moon in Leo

Your mother tells everything she has on her mind. However, this position of Moon gives you the ability to answer her. Meaning that if she is overwhelming, you can easily tell her. Because of that, power struggles may take a place in your relationship. You and your mother are prideful, which can cause some conflicts of ego.

Moon in Virgo

Moon in Virgo often gives situations, when you need your mother, but she isn’t there. It seems like she doesn’t meet your expectations. Sometimes you feel like you are more adult than your mother. She is critical, practical, and demanding. You analyze every step of your mother.

Moon in Libra

You have a set of rules and standards in your relationship with your mother. Each party understands what is expected and how to behave. It is some sort of contract between you. You know that your mother will always be there for you. You know exactly what behavior is going to bring peace and happiness into your lives. Following these rules is the key.

Moon in Scorpio

Your reaction to your mother is deeper than she thinks. Sometimes she is too close but can be too distant when you need her the most. It seems like your mother doesn’t feel your emotional rhythm. You are secretive and need emotional space, but sometimes you need her to support you. You see her as controlling and powerful, but loyal and supporting at the same time.

Moon in Sagittarius

Your mother has difficult times with you because all you need is freedom. You will struggle until the very end to get it. You feel more mature, than your mother and don’t understand why you should do what she wants. You can see her as immature, critical, direct, and even naïve.

Moon in Capricorn

You are not able to share your feelings with your mother because it seems like she has hard times and your emotions are not important. She may say things that make you feel guilty, even if it is in a subtle way. You may see her as pessimistic, hardworking, and always busy.

Moon in Aquarius

Your relationship is distant and emotionally detached. You are not the ones to cry together or to be too emotionally close. You were born mature and don’t realize what your mother can teach you. You give space and freedom to each other. If she tries to push you, you will rebel and do everything possible to leave that situation.

Moon in Pisces

You feel like your mother sacrifices and suffers a lot. She comes through a lot and you don’t want to bother her with your problems. However, sometimes you want her to support you instead of you to be a strong child. It may make you or her lie to each other. Your relationship may be too idealized.

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dotthings · 3 years

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The gaslighting needs to stop. Systemic power imbalanced in the tv industry are real. Network interference is real. Erasure and unkindness towards marginalized characters is real.

I’m more on the canon analysis end of things personally, but I assure you the fans trying to figure out WTF happened here and account for stuff that objectively, even the people more skeptical acknowledge is weird and points back towards network interference, try to debunk their own theories. They are telling you that, they are transparent about their information, if you don’t feel like playing detailed murder wall, then don’t, but to deny there is a very very real power imbalance behind the scenes that hurt marginalized characters and fans, and hurt the story, is toxic. Stop it.

Things like the Spanish dub and people who have worked on the show coming out of the woodwork to support Destiel should be a clue. Latin America believes it’s a mutually requited love story, canon confirmed from both sides, because that is what aired on a big tv network there. And watch out for that US-centric thinking that somehow thinks this doesn’t count. (Also plot twist: the US is the restrictive market. Wake up).

My wheelhouse is more canon analysis so I’m going to say now that the gaslighting about canon, about aired canon, about confirmed canon, about implied canon, seems to me a whole lot of toxic detached-from-reality hand waving so hard to still, STILL!!--try to deny the validity of Destiel. I’m glad some of y’all think this is merely hilarious, and after not showing up and not being supportive and not sticking your neck out at all to protect Destiel shippers from bullying, you came back just to eat the popcorn because it amuses you and I’m supposed to think that’s pro-Destiel supportive or something, or it’s people who have no horse in the race who just want fandom entertainment so everything’s a joke while they reinforce the exact attitudes that let this kind of systemic oppression perpetuate and get away with erasing marginalized voices in the tv industry, in fandom, in stories. Nice work, people. Your holier-than-thou attitude is real convincing.

Then there’s the people trying to convince everyone it’s convincing to play false equivalency cha-cha and as if people only see this as canon due to a) 1 slash joke b) they stared at each other that one time c) drapes. Because old school fans are so proud that in their day, nobody wanted their queer ships to be canon and Destiel is just like *insert whatever slash ship of the past that had about 1/10th of the loud textual material and canon development Destiel has*. You want to try to argue against the epic nature of the text on Dean and Cas, hey give it your all, but it’s not going to hold up. If I started listing off the immensity, things that are textual plot points, it would be a 3,000 word essay. Stop playing false equivalency. Stop trying to artificially yank this back into the past because you can’t handle the textual validity of Destiel.

Deal with the fact that this is not an easily classifiable situation.

Even if in the end the same old systemic crap stifled its full due, and that’s the part that is tiresome, Dean and Cas deserve better than have their actual canon content demeaned.

After the story we have seen. After 12 seasons of deep-dive development. After Cas was finally openly confirmed as queer, and in love with Dean, in the final season, 2 episodes from the end, and Misha echoed it, and from Dean’s side, because full confirmation on Dean’s side is being held down, Jensen protected a romantic reading, protected people’s right to see Dean as in love with Cas not having a chance to speak his heart. Protected the right to that reading within the ambiguity that he knows is as far as the canon was able to take it. After the ship became canon confirmed as at least unrequited love story. Whether Jensen ships it or not, he has been very loudly and openly protective of fan readings and has been very openly excited about 15.18 and the handprint, he knows this is a great story and he’s been openly excited about how excited and joyful fans were about that episode.

But what we have seen on our screens, what the story told us, transcends the muzzles placed on it. What we have seen is a mutually requited love story. We already saw in action how Dean loves Cas. We are left with, in the end, the silencing of Dean Winchester. Gosh I wonder why the silencing of Dean Winchester. Why was it necessary. Why was he not even permitted to speak at all, to anyone, to confide about how he even felt about Cas’s love confession. Why did Jensen have to do the heavy lifting to meta it for us. Why did Cas have to be left fully out of the series finale on a show he was so key on for 12 seasons, as a 3rd lead. Why is that? Because the only thing the creative team would ever be allowed to do by corporate is friendzone it and they didn’t want to friendzone it.

So we are cursed with ambiguity from Dean’s side. And if the series finale had done better by Dean’s story, including his death, and by Cas’s story (instead of shoving him out of sight), if it hadn’t erased Eileen and Saileen, if it hadn’t failed Sam’s story, if it hadn’t been a regressive, awkward mess, most shippers would have accepted ambiguity if Dean and Cas has been given at least the respect of a reunion, if Dean had at least been given the chance to partially speak even if it couldn’t be removed from ambiguity. But the system was too scared of it. It had to be held down and muffled hard.

It was yanked out of the story artificially in ways that don’t match Destiel’s narrative importance before the series finale and don’t match 12 seasons of storytelling. It’s artificial. It is a silencing. And it shows.

That sudden silence was a scream.

"The writers” were for it. “The writers” wanted to tell that story even if network interference prevented it. Some of us were gaslighted and smeared and bashed just for pointing it out, and we turned out to be right.

DESTIEL IS CANON. And the parts where fans still have to rely on interpretation for have ample, AMPLE, story evidence and external evidence--that has nothing to do with deeper dive murder walls, it has to do with support shown, and confirmed information--all point to a mutually reciprocated love story.

How many more times do shippers have to be proven right before people stop this. I was bullied for several seasons just for saying Destiel was a purposefully crafted a valid textual reading, by my own lane. For asserting it was a love story designed to dodge under network radar. I was bullied for years before that by antis, who didn’t like seeing people love this ship too much, who didn’t like that I refused to get down on my knees and label myself as delusional just for seeing it, for refusing to bow down and say “it’s only about 2 brothers so I am wrong to say Destiel matters too.”

The unkindness in this fandom over all this continues to be overwhelming. Get your shit together. You worship your favorite actors and then they show you up every time by being kinder and more open and understanding than fans manage to be. Jensen and Misha are showing you how to roll and people are ignoring it in favor of continuing to try to silence and demean Destiel shippers.

For Destiel shippers, don’t let all this gaslighting and shaming nonsense and the systemic corporate nonsense that wants Destiel silenced knock you off from your reading of canon. It was valid. It was real. Thanks to the magic of bleedback effect, now it was always textual, the subtextual has been transformed retroactively, and it’s from both Dean and Cas’s end. If you still feel doubt on Dean’s side, because we didn’t get the same loud explicit confirmation, go back to the text itself. If you believed it already for Cas, if Cas’s confession to Dean only validated what you already knew, why can’t you see it for Dean, because it’s already there.

#Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #Destiel #The 15 Year Show #Castiel #Dean Winchester #i'm not burying this behind a wank tag #i need people to pay attention and not dismiss it as mere 'fandom drama' please

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Bad Day (m) | Young K | smut | 2k words

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[11:52pm] kyh : Bad day. Need u. Coming over in 15.

[11.53pm] You : Okay :(

[11.53pm] You : Drive safe.

15 minutes was enough time for you to clear out your dining table, take out ingredients and arrange them on the island to whip up a quick comfort meal. Anything warm and filling, just so he could sleep better afterwards. The broth was bubbling, the soft whirs of the exhaust fan absorbing the steam filling the kitchen while you stood in front of the pot, spoon in hand and adjusting the seasoning.

You heard the soft beeps of the lock, him kicking off his shoes and placing his keys down, going straight into the kitchen and attaching himself to you. You placed the spoon down, running your hand over his that was wound around your abdomen, “I made food and cleared the table. You can wait there and I’ll bring this over.”

He nuzzled his nose closer into your neck, “Not hungry..”

You turned the stove off, sighing, “You wanna talk about it?”

He gripped your waist, pressing himself into you. “Not really.. I just..”

You shivered slightly, feeling him dragging his lips over your neck, his breathing heavy and laced with soft grunts. “Younghyun..”

He detached his lips from you, grasping your waist and spinning you slowly to face him. His eyes met yours for a short moment before he ducked down, mouth on your neck again. You tilted your head to the side instinctively, and he hummed gratefully, his large hands moving under your shirt and pressing onto your ribs.

Your body leaned backwards, his weight on you. Before the situation could get dangerous you pressed your palms over his chest and gave him a firm push.

His pupils were shaking, as he stuttered, “S-sorry, I just-” he rubbed his face harshly with his hand, “God, I’m sorry. Was that uncomfortable for you?”

You shook your head, your heart felt heavy at how stressful he looked, you knew he really could have just forced you through it, but held himself back when you pushed him away and apologised.

Although there really was nothing he should be sorry for.

“Younghyun no, the stove is still hot. You were so close to hurting yourself.”

He tongued his cheek, frustration taking over his system again, “Ugh, why didn’t you say that sooner.”

“You know I’m not really good at saying words when you’re all over me like that.” You blushed.

He tugged you towards him, away from the stove, that damn stove, “Up.”

You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, arms around his neck, him holding you by your thighs. You kissed him, delicately, persuading him to calm down, a silent I’m here for you.

Younghyun groaned, feeling everything at once, the pent up stress, you in his arms, the frustration fueling his anger, your soft lips on his, the ache screaming for attention at the back of his head, your soft whines into the kiss; the contrast of it all made him feel like he was on fire but simultaneously being dumped into a bucket of iced water.

He rutted his hips into you then, and he felt you dig your nails into his shoulder, the kiss broken from his hips jostling your body. It wasn’t enough for him so he took a few steps forward, suddenly angry at the lack of furniture in your kitchen, the lack of sturdy space for him to hump into you, never mind that you were not in the most ideal place for this, he wanted you and he wanted you now.

You gasped out again, your back hitting something warm, his gradually hardening member occasionally brushing against your core as he moved, “Y-younghyun. Not here. The stove.”

He groaned, exasperated, Of Course. The fucking stove.

“What the fuck.” He grunted against your neck, his clothed erection fully pressed into you.

If the situation was slightly different you both probably would have laughed at how frustrated he looked. But not now, not when you were just as bothered and frustrated as he was, the pressure between your legs causing you to clench around emptiness.

“The table’s empty.” You breathed out, fingers tracing his jaw to prompt him to look up.

Technically your bed was also empty, and it wasn’t like he didn’t know where your bed was, he could call it his also, considering how many times he also slept in it, but he really was acting like he would combust if he didn’t take you on the spot. He just wanted to fuck his stress away, let the temporary bliss of orgasm wash over his system and hopefully be tired enough to sleep the night away.

His arms were strong around you, picking you up again, moving towards the dining table. The moment you were placed on the table, sitting in front of him, he was quick to stand between your legs, hands on your thighs pulling you closer towards him.

Your nimble fingers made quick work of the buttons on his jacket, pushing them off his torso. Younghyun rocked his hips against you, your hands shaking, fingers clutching his shirt as you tried to take it off.

You laid your palm flat on his lower abdomen, causing him to hiss but eventually stop moving. He took a step back, pulling his shirt over his head, groaning when he saw you kicking your shorts off. Your fingers were still tangled in your shirt as you attempted to take it off, only to be stopped by Younghyun pushing you down onto the table, you falling flat on your back with a soft thud.

His lips were on yours, urgently, tongue swiping over your bottom lips before delving into your mouth, licking and pressing onto you, successfully blocking your airways. His hands embraced your waist, thumbs squeezing your ribs, causing your short breaths to hitch even more.

Pressing onto your body, his hands moved upwards, your shirt moving with them, stopping only when both your mounds were fully exposed. He squeezed them harshly in his hands, causing you to squirm and hiss, teeth biting down, scraping his tongue. He lessened the intensity of his squeeze, moving to massage them gently, thumbs moving to circle the nipples, groaning when he felt them perking under his fingertips.

You thrashed beneath him, lifting your hips up to grind against his hard-on, your nails scratching the hard surface of the table painfully.

He pulled back for air, standing straight between your legs as he brought one hand down to unbuckle his belt, brushing against your sensitive core in the process, causing you to whine. His member in hand, stroking softly, he looked down at you, eyes moving from your lips, to your pert nipples, to the soaked patch on your underwear.

You hooked your thumb to the piece of clothing, pulling it down, exposing your wetness. You couldn’t get it off past your knees before Younghyun was pushing himself forward, taking your hand off of the piece of clothing and yanking it down impatiently. He grabbed your thigh, pulling you towards him as he pushed in. For the first time of the night he was being gentle, entering you inch by inch, eyes on your face, deciphering whether you were in pain or pleasure.

You pressed your heel into his back, and that was all the permission he needed. He held your hips and started rocking in and out of you, pace fast and sloppy.

He was inside you so deep, your body was jerking every time he pushed in. His grunts got heavier and breathier, feeling the friction of your warm walls around his pulsing member, and further riled up by the sight in front of him. Your boobs bouncing in rhythm every time your body lurched upwards with his thrust, the muscle in your arms straining as you tried to dig your nails deeper into the table to anchor yourself.

It was hot but he was quickly getting annoyed by the way your body was jerking upwards every time. Away from him. Not towards.

You winced when you felt him snapping his hips sharply and pulling out, your eyes and mouth opening at the sudden empty feeling. He dragged you towards him, your body sliding closer to him until you felt your feet on the ground. You stood in front of him, fingers on your clit to provide some sort of relief. He pulled your hand away, turning your body around, pressing a kiss behind your ear.

He pushed you down, bending you over the table, “Just wanna, take you from the back.” You shivered at how vocal he was, you had been going on at it for a while but his voice was thick with frustration still. You hummed weakly, cheek pressing against the table, warm from your previous body heat.

And then he was filling you up again, this time with no restriction as your body were kept grounded between him and the table. He groaned, rough and loud, hands spreading your ass, grabbing your hips, nails marking your skin.

The hard surface of the table rubbed against your body with every thrust. You arched your back when you felt your nipples scratching against the table, the stimulation delicious but overwhelming, but with your back arched your clit was now pressing harder onto the table, and Younghyun’s unrelenting pace was making everything more intense. All you could do was writhe and mewl, but all that did was fuel him even further, sending his body into a state of rush.

The lack of control from him was sending your body into overdrive. The absence of build up and foreplay having you desperate to reach your orgasm, making your body crash down faster.

You threw him one last look, neck straining and craning as you twist your head to the side, eyes glistening and begging. He grunted, “I’m nowhere near close yet.”

Though when you came, moans muffled against the table, he did slow down his pace, partly due to your spasming walls around him making his hips stutter but also partly because you got a hand shaking, reaching out towards him, snapping him out of his frenzy.

He stilled, he knew you usually could take more than one orgasm but it felt wrong for him to force another one onto you when he saw how hard you fell apart from the first one. His hand was delicate on your lower spine, and you could tell his frustration had receded. He pulled out, his hand harshly pumping his still erect member while he looked at you with concerned eyes.

You stood up, legs shaking, turning around and seeing him getting himself off. You pulled his hand away, pushing him down onto the chair, straddling him and lowering yourself onto him. He gripped your thighs, hissing between gritted teeth, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

You kissed him, shutting him up, exerting control through your hips, your hole fluttering from the sensitivity. He groaned again and you picked up your speed, lifting and falling onto him, the squelching sounds dirty to your own ears, urging you to clench your walls around him, desperately begging him to reach his high.

He came with a throaty groan, the heavenly wave of orgasm rippling through causing his body to tense up, his hands framing your waist and holding you in place as he let go deep into you, the sticky, white release making you shudder from the warmth.

His forehead met yours, eyes tightly shut, grunting, “What was that? I could get myself off just fine.”

You nibbled his bottom lip, “Geez, you’re welcomed.”

He chuckled, and you felt a weight lifted off your chest, knowing he truly felt better now. You pouted at him, “I cooked for you and you said you weren’t hungry. After I finished cooking.”

“Sorry..” he muttered, avoiding your eyes.

You softened in a second, cupping his face, “Hey, hey I was joking. You feel better now?”

He nodded, thumbs rubbing circles into your thighs.

“Then that’s all that matters to me.”

#youngk #young k #young k smut #youngk smut #day6 smut #kpop smut

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dc41896 · 3 years

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New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Haunt (5)

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Pairing: civilian!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Wanda can tell you’re losing sleep, but she doesn’t hear the devil trying to make a deal with you.

Warnings: angst, mentions of funerals and grief, ghosts/demons, heavy alcohol use, more angst

A/N: I’m planning on incorporating the blurb that started this story into the next chapter with just a few changes to fit the plot. anyway, I have nothing left to say but to ask for the very least a comment on what you thought about this! these next few parts are what motivated me to write everything that came before it, and I’d just like to hear opinions on it so :)

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A knock on Wanda’s classroom door caused her to look away from her desk with a curious frown, which instantly shifted to a grin at the sight of you. Her jacket and purse were abandoned on her chair as she skipped over, closing the door behind you and turning to pull you into a kiss. Your arms shifted to wrap around her waist, and one of her hands searched blindly to figure out where the weight pressed against her back was coming from.

“You came with food?” she asked as she pulled out of the embrace and moved your arm to bring the large paper bag into view.

“It’s an apology lunch date...for missing the last few walks with Alexei.”

“Thank you, baby.” She left a kiss on the tip of your nose before leading you by your free hand to sit at her desk. “Since you’re here, can you tell me why you missed them?”

“Yes, I can.” Your sudden moment of silence made her pause with a food dish in her hands as she studied your exhausted expression. “Waiting to hear about this promotion has been hell, and I didn’t want you to notice that I wasn’t sleeping because of it.”

“So work has been keeping you busy?” she sighed and you nodded.

“In a way, yes.”

You helped her finish taking everything out of the bag and tried to arrange things on her desk in a way similar to a fancy restaurant, working well with the limited space you had, and Wanda watched on with bright eyes and a heavy heart. A mix of worry and dread swirled together inside of her, knowing that she should trust you more given that you’d opened up a great deal since your sleepover, but also feeling compelled to believe there was more going on with you. Not wanting to ruin the surprise date, she decided to save the discussion for later.

The next few months seemed to pass by at the speed of light, and Wanda’s level of concern over you fluctuated its way into the new year. There were times when you appeared to be more refreshed than ever as you arrived for Alexei’s walks or invited Wanda in for dinner, holding the confidence of a bird that finally mastered flying. On the other side of things, there were days that it was obvious you hadn’t closed your eyes for more than a few minutes during the previous night, which usually accompanied times where you’d simply check out of whatever was happening without warning.

School was different without her, much harder. There were stares, and whether they were judgmental or sympathetic, you didn’t know. You couldn’t really tell the difference of anything anymore, now that she was gone. The administrators on the morning announcements and teachers used the words dead and passed away and killed, but to you, she was just gone.

A call of your name had you stabbing into your uneaten lunch with more force now as footsteps accompanied the voice, growing closer until you could sense a presence on the other side of the otherwise empty lunch table.

“May we sit?”

This time the voice came from her father, the husband of the woman he stood beside, the parents of the girl you’d let down this past weekend. You made the mistake of looking into the bloodshot eyes of two equally broken souls, and one weak nod brought them into the chairs across from you.

“As you know, the service is on Saturday, and we were wondering if you could say a few things that day. Even we didn’t know our daughter quite the way you did.”

“No thanks,” you replied after a bit of hesitation, continuing to poke at whatever had been thrown on your tray this time.

“You’re her best friend! She’d want you to speak at her funeral,” her mother insisted and you snapped.

“I doubt that an eighteen-year-old girl that excited for college was sitting around thinking about who would speak at her funeral.” You took a second to glance around at the new round of staring you’d caused with your outburst before turning back to the grief-stricken parents in front of you. “I’m sorry, but I don’t feel comfortable coming.”

You moved your tray aside and grabbed your bag from the seat beside you, slinging the straps over your shoulder as you stood. The chair scraped noisily against the floor as you pushed it away from the table, the sound echoing in your mind and following you all the way to your car outside. As you walked, you could hear occasional calls of your name in different tones, and one suddenly stuck out above the rest.

“Baby?”

You blinked rapidly as you felt hands on either side of your face, turning your head to meet the concerned gaze of Wanda beside you on the couch. Your hands gently pulled at hers until her palms were detached from your cheeks, and you kissed the inside of her knuckles with a smile.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

“I know.” she sighed as she shifted to lie sideways on the couch, wrapping her arms around you as you settled against her chest. “Is this ‘something’ the same reason you haven’t been sleeping again?”

You were slightly dragging your fingers across the tail of her sweater as you rested against her torso, and you froze at her words. Of course, you couldn’t be too surprised when even you were aware that you weren’t doing the best job of hiding it, mainly because you were tired of doing that. It was exhausting keeping the biggest part of yourself from the woman you wanted to share everything with as you found yourself falling in love with her faster than you’d like to admit. So you raised your head to meet her eyes and tell her the entire story, dropping it onto her stomach again when her phone started ringing.

“Hey, Piet--what? Oh shit, really? Yeah, I’ll be there soon.” She hung up with a sigh as she placed her phone on the coffee table with a sigh. “Pietro and Mia were on their way back home and the car suddenly died on them. Do you want to come with me to pick them up?”

“I’m too sleepy to move,” you mumbled as you sat up a bit to let her climb off the couch, flopping down onto the cushions in a dramatic fashion once she stood. “See? Even that took too much effort.”

“Okay, lazy.” She giggled as she leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Don’t walk Alexei without me!”

“I wouldn’t dare!” you called out as she hurried toward the front door with her keys, turning back to the television with a smile when you heard her pull out of the driveway.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

You jumped up as the words were whispered into your ears, rubbing the heels of your palm into your eyes with a loud groan as the phrase repeated endlessly, growing a bit louder each time. Knowing you wouldn’t get any relief until Wanda returned (and maybe not even then), you decided to head to the fridge for a drink, going for a beer and not even flinching when you grabbed three instead.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“You don’t scare me anymore,” you challenged as you collapsed into the armchair in front of the window, drinking the first bottle in one go and setting it on the floor while maintaining eye contact with the horrific sight across the room.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“I’ve learned to not give a shit about you when I’m drunk.” You drained the second bottle and sat it next to the first. “And maybe it’s not the healthiest way to cope with all this, but it definitely beats letting you win.”

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

You held a hand to your chest as you burped harshly, and you sat still waiting for the slight pain in your chest from a third consecutive beer to go away. You were feeling a bit warm following all that alcohol, but you fight the urge to tear off your sweater, knowing you welcomed a bit of heat more than the chill that surrounded you lately.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“Go to hell!” you yelled with a bit of a slurred speech, leaning back in the chair with closed eyes and beginning to panic when you suddenly couldn’t open them.

“I can’t hold it, Y/N. My arm is stuck.”

“Stop, please.”

“Is she dead?”

“I’m sorry I yelled, just please stop!” you half begged, half yelled again as you fought to open your eyes.

“The driver was high.”

“I said stop!”

“She’d want you to speak at her funeral.”

You gave up on pleading with the voices in your mind and swirling around it, simply focusing on your breathing and the feeling of tears pouring from the corners of your eyes as you pulled at the upholstery. The phrases repeated in chronological order with an occasional shuffling, but it wasn’t until you heard those four little words join the mix again that you lost it.

Stuck. Dead. High. Speak.

“How do I make it stop?!” you screamed as you finally broke free and sat up again, the small bit of relief you gained fading just as quickly as it appeared when you locked eyes with the source of your nightmares only feet away. You waited in building anticipation for the entity to kill you on the spot or make another terrifying move that would drag you into an even deeper feeling of despair, but you were left a bit surprised when you simply heard two new words.

Go home.

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solomonish · 3 years

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Hii I saw astrology and divination talk and got curious! If you are into it, do you have any even vague headcanon of what Solomon's relevant(?) placements could be? This topic always makes me go 👀 and its funny that even ancient demons got their lil sun sign listed on their profiles lmao.

Completely disregard this if u dont like astrology though oh 🙈😳 and also !!! hope you're having a nice day~💌

HELLLLLLLOOO my love I hope you meant big three signs because that's what I did lol! And no I did not BUT the moment I got the ask that prompted this I did wonder "hmmm what would Solomon's big three be?" and then this ask came in SO...I looked it up lol

I will warn you though that I don't know a lot about astrology other than my own sun sign (Aries) so this is all from a quick little search!! My descriptions of what they're about come from here so if it's wrong.........I tried <3

Solomon's Big Three

Explaining his Sun Sign - Sagittarius

starslikeyou describes Sagittarius like so:

"Born with the Sun in Sagittarius, you are gifted with an abundance of warmth, energy and positivity. Your sign is noted for a willingness to transcend the everyday by pushing boundaries, demanding freedom and seeking to explore unchartered horizons whenever possible. Your journey involves discovering all that is possible.

At a deeper level, your sign is also concerned with the cultural, philosophical and metaphysical frameworks which make life meaningful. Your life path involves searching for truth and then sharing that with others."

Honestly, I think this works for Solomon!! I think his energy and positivity are more calm, but he's very playful and welcoming just in general. Obviously he's all about exploring the unknown [gestures @ immortality] and I definitely headcanon that Solomon knows a little bit about everything. A true renaissance man...

IDK this was short I just wanted to address it lol. Onto the good stuff!

Guessing Solomon's Moon Sign - Scorpio

According to starslikeyou...

"Born with the Moon in Scorpio, you are likely to be sensitive and loyal, but have intense emotional needs...You are likely to give the impression of being perceptive, powerful, and transformational.

Scorpio is also a Fixed sign, suggesting that when you align your emotions with something you desire – be that a friend/lover or an anticipated outcome – you will be constant, enduring and unwilling to let go."

In terms of the emotional needs, I think this might be the weakest part of my argument - but hear me out. The website describes emotional extremes that may swing back and forth, as well as intense reactions to emotions. I could argue that Solomon does experience this - although I think he's gotten good at hiding it.

I wouldn't describe him as having mood swings, but I can think of a few instances where he has shown them. I think this would mainly take place in his anticipation of rejection. We've seen multiple times how he's willing to indulge in being with MC, only for a moment - happy, satisfied - but then he quickly realizes that they could reject him, that they might not want him, and he backs off and retreats again. This isn't exactly a mood swing, but it fits for my argument. He easily flips from accepting and eager to show affection whenever he has the chance to reserved and pulling away. From confident to almost insecure. Additionally, his emotional reaction to the possibility of rejection - or of returned feelings, like in the Threads of Fate devilgram - could also help my case. The website also argues that people with a moon in scorpio are self-aware, introspective, and private individuals, which definitely sounds like Solomon to me.

In terms of intimacy, the website accents a need for emotional honesty, and finding an inner transformation as you share more parts of yourself and expose your vulnerabilities. I've talked about this for long periods of time, but I really, really think that this is the type of beneficial relationship Solomon needs. He needs someone he can trust completely, someone who can get him to open himself up and be a little more free because they accept his past and the parts of him that are messy.

Also the website says this:

"Finally, the Moon here often also brings highly developed intuitive and psychic gifts. You may find yourself drawn to explore the mysteries of life, wanting to know more about magic, alchemy or anything occult."

And if this isn't Solomon, idk what is.

Honorable mentions i also considered: Moon in Gemini for emphasis on communication / knowledge exchange and intuition, Moon in Sagittarius for passion / creativity and a call to freedom, and a tentative Moon in Cancer for intuition and need for connections.

Guessing Solomon's Rising Sign - Aquarius

As starslikeyou says...

"Born with Aquarius on your Ascendant (or Rising), you will find a clearer sense of individuality is gained by stepping back to look at life from an objective perspective. A detached point of view allows for a logical assessment of the circumstances around you, giving you the ability to find, at times, lightning fast resolution to key issues.

This is the sign of the collective over the individual, the group over the singular. You are likely to have an especially broad view on society that allows you to mix with a great variety of people. Your awareness of group and social dynamics is paramount for your overall self-expression. Putting group endeavours first may override purely personal concerns.

There is likely to be a pronounced tendency to act in ways that will benefit the collective, rather than provide personal gain. This then is the rising sign of the true humanitarian, who gets what they need in ways that are socially responsible and considerate.

...You may also be drawn to arenas such as science, politics, communications or human resources, and have a strong social conscience. Usually open to scientific innovation, you can be an early-adopter or work with advances in technology."

This one really hit me as correct because of the whole collective over the individual part. Solomon acts as a sort of guardian for humanity, and he spares no expense to ensure the continued safety of humans. I understand that Solomon formed pacts beforehand and maybe for selfish reasons, but at least now he's put himself in the affairs of demons to make sure humans have some sort of voice. Now that he's in a position of power, he uses his leverage and makes his loyalties known. Demons probably wouldn't eye him so warily if they weren't suspicious of him turning on them or using them - and if he did so, it'd probably be for humans. Whether or not it's a side effect of his warped view on his own humanity, I definitely think he'd put himself in "harm's way" (though with him, the goalposts for that kind of shift compared to other humans) in order for the greater human good.

The sign also highlights intellect and the ability to make specific and well-thought out decisions with complicated information, as well as an impressive intuition. It describes those with this rising sign as idealistic yet practical, somewhat unorthodox or seen as eccentric (and paying the price for this perception), and a somewhat isolated and aloof front. Honestly, the further I read into the page, the more it reads like just an explanation of Solomon.

Honorable mentions i also considered: Rising Virgo for being humble yet sometimes self-effacing, critical and practical tendencies, and and urge to be useful over recognition. Also Rising Scorpio for transformation, charisma and perception, and insight.

ANWAY...I hope this is what you meant with this ask because if not I will feel SO dumb. But either way I hope you enjoyed, maybe even agreed, and I sure hope this information was correct!! And also....I hope your day was/is great too 😘

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the first time | amajiki tamaki

Pairing: Amajiki Tamaki x Female!Reader Warnings: Smut (18+) Word Count: 3.9k A/N: I hope this turned out alright, I wanted to make it more sweet but also like good but here is some Tamaki smut that I promised! A part of me really likes how this turned out so I hope everyone likes it too, I’d love to know what you think! 👉👈

For one of the few times in his life, Tamaki was genuinely enjoying being surrounded by others in a fleeting moment of bliss. He couldn’t imagine anything better than spending his birthday with his few friends and you, his amazing girlfriend.

Ever since you had taken him out to dinner a couple of months ago, he found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you. Moments filled with warm embraces, intertwined fingers, and brief kisses had begun to occupy Tamaki’s life and he was not complaining in the slightest about it. He cherished everything the two of you did, from dates to hang outs, but there was one thing that had begun to occupy his mind a little more than he had ever wanted to admit aloud.

Sex. Just the word itself made Tamaki squirm, he could barely kiss you without blushing profusely, how was he supposed to go any further than that?! Though, he faintly recalled about a week ago when you discarded your blouse during a heavy makeout session, exposing your bra-clad breasts to his greedy eyes. He had been so consumed with lust and desire that his fears washed away for just a moment. Except, that moment had come and gone almost simultaneously when the delivery driver had arrived to drop off the take out the two of you had forgotten about.

Tamaki had scrambled to find your blouse and aid you in slipping it back on before you answered the door, his pants feeling way too tight in the frontal region. Nothing wound up happening that night and Tamaki was somewhat grateful for it. He was downright terrified of making an utter fool out of himself during something as intimate as sex.

Despite his trepidation, Tamaki couldn’t quell his thoughts from imagining your perfect body flushed against his and picturing the faces he wanted to see you make in absolute euphoria.

“Are you okay, Tama?” Your voice was like sweet nectar to him as you laid one of your hands on his forearm, coaxing him out of his dirty thoughts that consisted of you. Slowly nodding, he diverted his attention to the movie that you, him, Nejire, and Mirio were meant to be watching when his thoughts had trailed into uncharted territory.

The remainder of the evening went off without a hitch, a small birthday cake presented to the indigo-haired man as you sang to him off-key; he could listen to you sing forever even if you did sound like a screeching feline. Mirio and Nejire had given him a few wonderful gifts, such as an exquisite watch picked up on a mission abroad and even a guide on the types of butterflies that inhabited Japan, with a scratch off in the back of the book to keep track of which ones he had witnessed. You promised him that you had a gift that you wanted to give him when it was just the two of you in his apartment, but Tamaki didn’t allow himself to think much into it as he was too enamored with the delicious cake in his hands.

“Goodnight!” You wished to Mirio and Nejire as they had decided to call it a night, the two of them slightly catching on to your intentions with their close friend. Tamaki had bundled himself up in the blankets on the couch, idly playing one of those silly games on his phone that allowed one to own a butterfly sanctuary.

Bouncing over to your boyfriend, you began to wonder how in the world you were going to go about your plan without causing him to feel too overwhelmed or panicked. If you were to push him too far too fast, he would absolutely close himself off and you really didn’t want to hurt him in any way, shape, or form.

“Y/N.” Tamaki called your name as you had zoned out, staring mindlessly at the bedroom door while standing directly across from him, “D-Do you want to see the most recent butterfly I collected?”

He was so fucking cute, you wanted to squeal at the way he stared up at you with such passionate eyes, hoping for you to accept and join him at his side. That was exactly what you wound up doing, your head laid on his shoulder to get a better glimpse at his phone’s screen.

Tamaki began to point out the different butterflies in his collection, explaining how some of them are limited editions that he managed to snag without the use of micro-transactions. The way he spoke with such passion, for some reason, was only enhancing your desperate need for that attention to be focused on you.

“You know…” You spoke quietly, but enough that he turned to you and audibly gasped at how close your face was in proximity to his, “Those butterflies are cute, but god Tamaki you’re so much cuter.”

Without enough time to process what you had uttered to him, Tamaki nearly froze up at the feeling of your lips pressed against his. He managed to drop his phone as it clattered to the ground but a part of him didn’t seem to care. The feeling of your plush lips moving in tandem with his had him immediately addicted once more. He was unsure of what to do with his hands, opting to leave them loosely in his lap as yours cradled his flushed cheeks and urged him to keep up with your momentum.

Tamaki learned that kissing wasn’t as hard as he had anticipated it to be when the two of you had begun to date, especially when you were guiding him with every push and pull of your lips on his. What did take him by surprise was the warm muscle of your tongue as it just barely teased his mouth, as if gently asking for permission. You had done this before, but it still startled him every single time.

If he were any more experienced, he may have denied you just to see your adorable pout, but his mind was so clouded with desire he eagerly parted his lips and allowed you to dominate his mouth. Tamaki enjoyed the sensation, feeling his jeans grow impossibly tight as you forced his tongue to meet yours.

Eventually, you took your lips off of his and Tamaki fucking whined at the loss of contact. Leaning back, your backside met the plush of the couch as you tugged on the collar of Tamaki’s loose v neck in an attempt to get him on top of you. He complied hesitantly, finding it rather difficult when there was hardly any room for him to plant his legs on each side of you.

“This- this is hard…” Tamaki whispered, “The couch is too...too small…”

You had to bite your tongue harshly to keep yourself from blurting out an innuendo, “How about we go to your room?”

“My room?” He squeaked, following your lead as you shuffled yourself back up to a sitting position before standing up altogether.

Your hand reached out for his, lacing your fingers together as you began to bring him to his bedroom. This he could handle, he had come to enjoy the feeling of your hand enveloped in his, but he couldn’t stop himself from getting chills at the way your grip contained a bit more force than he was used to.

The door to his room was abruptly shoved open while you continued to lead him to his bed, hoping he would take the hint. Blinking, Tamaki nervously moved his line of sight from the bed to you in hopes that you would explain to him what he should do. He was way too terrified of taking the wrong step forward and making an utter fool out of himself in front of the woman he loved.

“Lay down, baby.” You understood his silent message, smirking to yourself at the way his pointy ears twitched at the pet name you gave him so casually. Tamaki shuffled onto his bed, placing his head onto his multitude of pillows while fidgeting with his fingers in anticipation for you to join him.

When you joined him on the bed, he should have expected it -- but he was surprised to watch you crawl over to him until your body hovered over his. Your lips were dangerously close to his, his eyes beginning to flutter shut as he awaited your kiss...but it never came. Instead, you brushed your lips over the corner of his, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake. You occasionally pressed your mouth into his skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his chiseled jawline until you reached his slim neck.

Tamaki swallowed his whimpers, trying his damnedest not to embarrass himself while you littered his neck with gentle touches. The softness of your mouth was short-lived, as you parted your lips and began to suck at his sensitive skin and he just couldn’t control himself- Tamaki finally let go of his restraint as he released a deep, guttural moan.

Your panties, if they hadn’t been already, were starting to feel damp at the noises your boyfriend was allowing you to listen to, from his groaning to his quick intakes of breath. His neck was lightly coated in a few love bites while you used your tongue to soothe each one with meticulous attention.

“Can I try something?” You brought your face back to level with him, searching his widened eyes in hopes of gauging his reaction, “Can I...take off your pants?”

A brief silence befell the two of you as he truly processed what you had asked, trying to convince himself that he hadn’t just mistaken your words.

“O-Okay.” Tamaki nodded, feeling his heart clench at how enthusiastic you suddenly became; it made him feel so wanted.

Your fingers fumbled as you attempted to undo the button on his jeans, your tongue poking out past your lips in concentration as you finally detached the metal piece from its hold. Just as you began to slide the zipper down, a small whine pulled you out of your trance and had you immediately perking your head up to look at Tamaki.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m r-really nervous…” He admitted as his kind eyes met yours, a faint flush spread across the curve of his nose and reaching over his soft cheeks. Your hand that had laid against his thigh began to shake, but it was only in direct causation to his legs that had begun to tremble underneath you.

Cupping his warm complexion with one hand, you used your other to run your fingers through his indigo locks in hopes to calm his racing mind from all of the negative thoughts it was producing.

“Don’t be sorry for anything.” You spoke to him so seriously, trying to guarantee he would believe you, “If you want to stop, we can stop. I promise!”

Tamaki pressed his lips into a fine line, shaking his head, “Please continue…”

“Relax, then.” You knew it was easier said than done, but you noticed the way his shoulders slouched in submission, “I’m going to make you feel amazing, Tamaki.”

He watched with bated breath as you finished removing his jeans, gently pulling them all the way down his lean legs until you were able to recklessly toss them onto the floor. Tamaki suddenly felt rather exposed, his erection that he had tried to ignore straining against his briefs. A small dark spot stained the fabric where his cock began to drool with pre-cum.

Despite his lack of knowledge of sex, he was no stranger to getting himself off when the desire arrived. He had even gotten off to the thought of you on numerous occasions, not that he would ever admit that to you...at least not anytime soon.

The pro-hero was once again so deep in his thoughts, he didn’t realize what you had been doing until he felt a rush of cold air hit him right on his now exposed cock. Meanwhile, you were drooling at the sight of him; what Tamaki slightly lacked in girth he made up for in length. You rubbed your thighs together to try to alleviate some of the tension coiling up inside of you, Tamaki watching your every move as he anxiously waited to see what you were going to do.

“Y/N.” Tamaki called out your name as you examined him, watching his cock twitch against his stomach. His mind was beginning to stir with endless questions. Was his penis strange looking? Was he not well endowed enough for you? “I-Is something wrong? Did I- Am I-”

You hummed, “You’re perfect, Tamaki. I’m just feeling a bit warm...”

He went to respond to you, but you were so quick in shedding your top and exposing your deep violet bra to his eyes he could only bite back a groan. Your supple breasts were spilling over the top of the cups, the lace leaving little to the imagination.

“Now I’m ready.” Your mouth started at the bottom of his neck, blazing down the hills of his abs until your lips and tongue just barely made contact with the head of his oozing cock. Tamaki’s fingers curled tightly into the fitted sheets on his bed, his head already thrown back as he feared watching you was going to be too much for him to handle.

That wouldn’t do for you, though. “Look at me, baby.”

“Please…” Tamaki began to despise that pet name, knowing that when you used it he was practically under your spell.

His neck craned down just as your fingers gripped the base of his cock, Tamaki’s eyes rolling back into his skull in...lust? Abashment? He wasn’t quite sure anymore. You slowly guided your hand up and down, waiting for him to look down at you again.

When he finally did, you parted your lips and immediately pressed your tongue against his slit and lapped up his precum. The strangled cry Tamaki released was like a symphony to your ears, the muscles in his arms twitching from how much strain he was putting on them.

Just as he began to slightly compose himself and get accustomed to the sensation, your mouth opened further and you took his entire head into your mouth in one fell swoop.

“Oh fuuuuck-!” Tamaki rarely expressed himself with curse words, but from the way your warm mouth suckled on the sensitive skin of his cock his resolve was rapidly slipping between his clenched fingers.

Again, you waited for him to adjust before hollowing out your cheeks and dipping further, about halfway down his long and veiny cock. It was as far as you could reach without swallowing around the head, knowing that if he were to cum before he was ready he’d wallow in disappointment.

You pulled yourself back up, a small string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to the tip, “Tell me when you’re close, Tama.”

“When I’m- oh god!” He sputtered out the last part, your mouth quickly going to town as you bobbed yourself on his throbbing cock. Whatever part of him your mouth couldn’t reach was occupied by your fist as you stroked him simultaneously.

The noises you were producing as his pre-cum and your spit mixed and spilled past your lips was entirely sinful and made Tamaki a quivering mess above you. One of his hands subconsciously let go of the crumpled sheets and latched itself into your hair, tightly weaving his fingertips through your locks.

He continued to let you set the pace, beginning to feel a tightening sensation that was just threatening to snap. The feeling of your throat constricting around his cock was unlike anything he could had ever imagined and just the thought, the concept of him inside of your pussy instead-

“I-I’m!” If you hadn’t released him from your mouth at that exact moment, he firmly believed he would have came all over your pretty face and chest. He took a moment to settle down his heart rate, though it was to no avail, but you patiently waited nonetheless.

“So?” You asked while wiping your mouth with the back of your hand before crawling back over your boyfriend, “What did you think?”

Tamaki noticed his hand was still planted against your scalp and took the opportunity to push your face down so that he could crash his lips against yours as an answer to your question. In a fleeting moment of dominance, he had taken the reigns while faintly tasting himself on your bruised lips.

Your clothed hips began to gyrate against him, creating delicious friction against his cock as the two of you lost yourselves in the midst of passion. Tamaki’s shirt and your pants haphazardly accompanied his jeans on the floor, a surge of confidence seeping through your boyfriend’s veins as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed your breasts against his own chest.

“I’d make out with you for hours Tamaki…” You spoke softly before taking his bottom lip between your teeth and gently tugging, noticing the way his half-lidded eyes watched you, “...but I want you inside of me more than anything, is that okay?”

He loved the way you asked him what he was comfortable with, making an effort to push your desires aside to confirm that this was what he truly wanted.

“This-This will be my first time…” Tamaki mumbled, as if you weren’t already acutely aware of his lack of sexual experience prior to committing himself to a relationship with you.

You nodded, “I know, if you want to wait we can stop right here, go snuggle-”

“No!” His voice was loud, startling both you and himself, “I want to...you know...have s-sex with you…” There was obviously something else nagging at his brain, and so you met his gaze while cocking an eyebrow up expectantly.

“Baby, what’s on your mind?” You stretched one of your arms up and began to run your fingers down the side of his face, watching as he leaned into your gentle touch.

He muttered something under his breath, but sighed when you obviously didn’t understand him, “I’m scared that I-I’m not going to be good enough for you...or I’m going to finish too quick for you to enjoy yourself and-”

“You have nothing to worry about.” You leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “You’re everything I want and need, Tamaki.”

“Okay, okay...I’m ready.” His line of sight allowed him to watch as you reached for your pants from the floor, sliding out a condom that you had come prepared with in the event that you needed it. After sliding your panties down your legs, you slowly stepped out of them and crawled back on top of your timid boyfriend.

You carefully opened the condom wrapped, curling your fingers once more around his sensitive cock. Tamaki couldn’t control the moan that exasperated from his throat as you rolled the material down his shaft. With your legs splayed on each side of his hips, you grabbed the base of his cock and allowed your drenched pussy to hover over him.

Meeting his eyes, you refused to look anywhere but at him as you slowly, tantalizingly lowered yourself onto his throbbing cock. Tamaki’s jaw dropped instantaneously, groaning out at just how hot and tight your walls felt when wrapped around him.

“D-Don’t move.” Tamaki managed to gasp out just as you finished sheathing him inside of you. You carefully laid your hand atop his chest, smiling down at him in reassurance while he got adjusted to the new and absolutely addicting sensation.

Eventually, he hesitantly lifted his arms up and splayed his fingers across your beautiful thighs, nodding his head as a signal to you that he was ready. At least, he thought he was ready.

Nothing could have prepared him for just how intoxicating it was going to be when you began sliding up and down his shaft, your ass meeting his hips with every bounce. Tamaki was grateful that the birthday cake didn’t cause him to manifest anything, or else he feared his quirk would begin to activate from how dazed he was. The sight before him was truly one to behold, your bra-clad breasts bouncing in time with your hips as you let out high pitched wails in pleasure.

“Oh, Tamaki…” You whimpered, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your skull when you angled your hips just right, “Your cock is amazing, you’re amazing.”

The indigo-haired man simply allowed his own groans to escape past gritted teeth, fingers curling tighter into your skin to seek some kind of purchase. He could faintly recognize that coil from earlier as it began to wind up, preparing itself to snap at any moment.

Leaning back slightly, you slid your hand that wasn’t on his chest down your body until you reached your clit, rapidly rubbing circles into the sensitive area. He wasn’t all too aware of what you were trying to accomplish, but with the way your walls inevitably tightened and your breathing dissolved into choked out moans, he assumed it was for your own needs.

You, on the other hand, were beginning to rattle from head to toe in complete euphoria. Despite your legs reaching their limit and cramping up, you persevered and only tossed yourself down harder against him. Tamaki felt like a complete disaster, his flushed complexion and damp bangs sticking to his forehead. He was sure he appeared nothing short of gross as he examined your every action.

It was as if you had read his thoughts when you spoke up, “You’re so fucking hot, look at you.” With your head now tossed back, you were rapidly approaching your end.

“I-I...fuck...I want to try something…” Tamaki didn’t give you a chance to fully comprehend what he had said before he stilled your movements with his strong hands, dug his heels into the mattress, and began to pound into you from underneath.

That was it for you; the orgasm that crashed into you and possessed your body was intense and it had your vision going white as you cried out and collapsed on top of Tamaki. At the same time, the feeling of your orgasm squeezing his cock triggered his own as he pumped thick, warm ropes of cum into the condom.

A serene silence befell the bedroom, both of you clinging to one another while desperately attempting to control your heart from bursting out of your chests. You nuzzled your face into the dip where his shoulder and neck meet, inhaling his natural scent.

Tamaki whimpered when his cock slipped out of you, his body a tad bit overstimulated. One thing was for certain, Tamaki had never felt such pride in his life knowing that he was able to hold out just long enough to get you to experience your orgasm. Any negative thoughts that typically plagued his mind were replaced with images of you.

“Happy Birthday, Tamaki…I hope you liked your gift...” You whispered into his sweaty skin, unable to control yourself from leaving butterfly kisses wherever your lips could reach. His arms curled themselves around you, despite both of you knowing that you should probably initiate some much needed hygiene.

First, he just wanted to hold you, for a little while longer...

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Before the Demons Drag You Back

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Post-Ali, pre-Buddie, none Word count: 3,730 Warnings: Alcohol abuse / alcoholism / substance abuse

In the wake of the intense loneliness and distress Buck feels during the lawsuit, he turns to drinking to numb his mind in the unending, agonizing evenings alone. However, even once everything is resolved and he is back with the 118, Buck finds he can’t stop, spiraling deeper into a hazy pattern of denial and drinking that leads to a culmination involving the entire firefam.

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Buck wasn’t sure how it had come to this.

It had started during the lawsuit. Everything was so painful during those days, and he’d been so alone. Only Maddie was around to talk to, and Buck didn’t want to dump it all on her. He spent days on end alone in his apartment, unable to figure out what to do with himself. The minutes, hours, days dragged on, impossibly agonizing to bear. He couldn’t go to work, to the 118, pretty much his favourite place, his home. He couldn’t even call Eddie, his best friend in the world, the best friend who, at the time, was so pissed at him that Buck was sure that Eddie hated him.

So he’d turned to the only thing that made the bad feelings go away. Or as near to making them go away as possible; even numbness was preferable to those horrible emotions, the nights alone, lost in his misery. At first it was just a six-pack of beer in a night. That quickly turned into one and half, and then two six packs. Soon, beer wasn’t cutting it any longer and he changed to mixed drinks, rum and coke being his go-to.

He wasn’t sure when he switched from mixed drinks to drinking straight from the bottle; hell, he couldn’t even remember when the mixed drinks had stopped being mixed and become just rum. All he knew was that at night, when things became too painful to bear, the alcohol brought him a sense of numbness and detachment from his feelings, and he was extremely grateful to escape from them for a few hours, even if it meant a wicked headache or dry heaves the next day.

Presently, Buck was back with the 118. Things had been rocky at first, but eventually everyone had forgiven him. Even Eddie. And yet; Buck couldn’t help but feel like his luck would reverse once more. The weight of this anxiety pressed on him, combined with unpleasant memories and flashbacks, and more often than not, Buck returned to the bottle at night.

At first, it had just been after shifts or between days off, to make sure he wasn’t hungover for work. But eventually, the anxiety keeping him up at night, Buck started self medicating even on nights before shifts. He grew quieter at work, irritable, nursing a bottle of Tylenol and anti-nauseants on the really bad days. People noticed, but he played it off like he was just feeling under the weather, or that he’d been sleeping badly, which wasn’t actually far from the truth. He was pretty sure some of them didn’t buy it, but he maintained the lie obstinately, and most let him be. He started avoiding situations in which he was alone with Eddie or Hen, feeling like they were moments away from interrogating him but didn’t want to do it in front of the others. He avoided Bobby’s eyes as often as possible as well; considering his background, Bobby was sure to catch on sooner or later. Buck knew he needed to stop, that what he was doing was not the right way to deal with his anxiety and worries, but it was just so effective. And who was it hurting, really?

But then there came a day where it went too far. The night before a shift he’d had an argument with Maddie about something stupid and inconsequential, but it had riled him up. In an attempt to work off the feelings, Buck had gone for a jog, and somehow tweaked his previously-crushed leg in such a way that it sent pure agony through him, to the point where he’d had to stop and order an Uber to take him home. After limping inside and taking one of his old pain pills, Buck lay on the couch, miserable, in pain, plagued with flashbacks to his recovery after the accident. Without conscious thought, he reached for the mostly full bottle of whisky on the table and began to drink. Hours later, he was blissfully unaware as he passed out, still lying on the couch, his arm trailing off and reaching towards the nearly empty whiskey bottle that had fallen over and was dripping slowly onto the floor.

Buck was still completely unconscious the next morning when they found him. He hadn’t called in to work, and when he hadn’t shown up, they’d gotten worried. He didn’t hear the pounding on his door, the shouts for him to open up. He didn’t hear the key being inserted and turning as Eddie used his spare, didn’t hear them bustling in. He didn’t feel them shaking him, voices telling him to wake up. He didn’t feel them checking his pulse, pulling his eyelids back, checking to make sure he was alive. He had no clue that he’d been lifted and dragged to the bathroom, a dead weight in Eddie and Hen’s arms as they somehow wrestled him into the bathtub.

Buck was completely oblivious until a cold spray of water came down on his face, and even then it took many moments for him to properly react. Consciousness seemed to take a while to come, and he groaned, trying to flinch away from the water, but his position didn’t allow it. After a few moments he spluttered as the water came down even more onto his head, soaking his hair and plastering his clothes to his skin. Finally opening his eyes, he peered blearily up through the spray and felt his heart lurch as he realized he wasn’t alone. Eddie and Hen were staring down at him with what he could only imagine was deep disapproval, and he felt shame lick at him as he slowly realized what must have happened.

Once he was fully conscious, they helped him stand. As he stood, leaning heavily on the shower wall, Hen left the room to give him privacy and Eddie silently helped him out of his sopping clothes, then left him to shower. It took a long time; shame and a hell of a hangover made Buck’s movements slow, his head pounding, nausea rolling through him. His leg still ached, and he knew that he was going to get questioned the second he left the bathroom, which made him seriously consider just staying in there forever. He reluctantly finished showering and toweled off, seeing that someone had set some clothes for him on the toilet with his phone on top, the wet clothes Eddie had helped him out of draped over the towel rack, now dripping steadily on the floor.

After Buck managed to dress himself in the T-shirt and shorts that had been left for him, slipping his phone into his pocket, he clumsily threw the wet clothes over the shower curtain rod so they’d drip into the tub instead, then peered at himself in the mirror. He looked terrible; he was pale with dark circles under his eyes, and he looked absolutely exhausted. Buck ran a hand over his face and tried to think of a reason to delay the inevitable, but he came up blank. So, feeling like he was heading for his own funeral, Buck opened the door and moved slowly out of the bathroom, limping a little on his sore leg.

He had just been thinking that at least Bobby wasn’t there; as unpleasant as it was, he could deal with Hen and Eddie, but he didn’t think he could deal with Bobby’s disappointed expression. Unfortunately for him, as soon as he lifted his head to look into the kitchen, he saw that of course Bobby was there, standing at his counter. Chim was there too, the four of them standing around, waiting for him. Somehow the sight of them in full uniform was even more intimidating, and Buck swallowed hard. He felt his heart sink even more than it already had, and he dropped his gaze to the floor as he limped towards the kitchen island, feeling everyone’s eyes following him.

He pulled himself into a chair and looked down at his hands, worrying his fingers as he avoided all their gazes, his heart pounding. The bright sunlight streaming in through his wall of windows was sending sharp pains through his head but he tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the way his mouth and throat felt parched, the way he longed for a drink, at this point a drink of anything, just to wet his throat. As though answering this thought, someone slid a glass of water in front of him and he chanced a glance upwards to see Hen looking over at him. He quickly averted his gaze.

“Thanks,” Buck muttered, his voice thick and hoarse. He tried to clear his throat, but it wouldn’t clear. He lifted the glass with a shaking hand and took a sip; the cold water fell upon his parched mouth and throat like rain over the desert and he let out a shaky breath of relief.

“How long has this been going on?”

Bobby’s voice broke through the silence and Buck winced as his head throbbed from the sound. He couldn’t meet Bobby’s eyes. He didn’t want to admit that anything was going on at all, but he didn’t really have a choice. They’d all seen for themselves; hell, they’d had to wake him out of a drunken unconsciousness. There was no point in denying it.

“Since the lawsuit, I guess,” Buck mumbled, staring at his water glass. There was a pause, and Buck continued to look down, not wanting to see their disappointment, their disapproval.

“So at least six months?” Hen asked, and Buck nodded, watching the way the water in his glass crawled up the sides as he turned it in his hands, his gaze never rising.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Eddie, this time. Buck did not miss the undercurrent of “why didn’t you tell me?” in Eddie’s tone, but he couldn’t respond to it. Why hadn’t he told them? Because he hadn’t thought it was a problem at first. Because once he’d realized it was, he was too afraid, too ashamed to admit anything was happening. Because he’d thought he could handle it on his own, even when it had become clear that he couldn’t. Because he, most of all, didn’t want to admit it to Bobby, whom he and Hen had found in the exact same way a few years prior. Because he was sure that Bobby would be disgusted with him, frustrated that he hadn’t learned from Bobby’s own example. And he hadn’t told Eddie, his best friend, because Eddie had enough to worry about with Christopher and his other problems to have to concern himself with a drunken Buck.

Unable and unwilling to relate all of this, Buck shrugged, still staring down at his glass. Anxiety was gnawing at his heart along with the shame and his hands continually turned the water glass, a nervous motion he couldn’t stop. He felt trapped by their gazes, unable to move but unwilling to stay. He wished the floor would open up under him and swallow him whole, just so they couldn’t see him anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Buck said to his water glass, feeling like the weight of the world was pressing down on him. “I’ve been stupid. I’m sorry for worrying you all.”

“You’re not stupid, Buck,” said Hen, and while Buck appreciated the words, he wasn’t sure he believed them. He shrugged again, swallowing hard as tears threatened. Buck sensed Hen coming closer, turning his head away from her as she put a hand on his back. He automatically wanted to pull away from her touch, but something stopped him. He’d been hiding this for so long, so sure that everyone would reject him instantly if they’d known his secret, that the fact that Hen was offering him even this small gesture of comfort gave him a tiny flicker of hope that not all was lost.

“We’re not judging you, man,” Eddie said, as Buck continued to fight against his rising urge to cry, desperate to hide his feelings. “We’re just worried about you.”

“We knew something was up,” Chim added. “We can tell you haven’t been yourself lately. When you didn’t show up for work today…” He trailed off, and Buck understood. If they’d already suspected what had been going on, then they must have had some inkling at what they’d find.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” Buck repeated, his voice more hoarse as he fought to control himself. “You all have more important things to worry about than my stupid choices.”

He chanced a glance at Chim, whom he had pegged as the least likely to pull an emotional reaction out of him; Chim’s expression was clearly one of worry, and Buck quickly looked away again, having misjudged his assessment, tears threatening even more. Did he even deserve their concern? This was his own fault, after all. He was the one who had started drinking, knowing full well it was not a problem-solver. But then he couldn’t seem to stop, even though he’d wanted to, even though he’d been internally yelling at himself for weeks, trying to figure out how to fix this.

“Buck, addiction is not a choice,” Bobby said gently, once again proving he knew exactly what Buck was thinking. But of course, it made sense that he would know. Buck felt a sudden, intense connection with Bobby, knowing that he must have felt exactly as Buck had at some point before. “We’re here because we care. And we are going to get you help.”

Finally, Buck couldn’t handle it anymore. He looked up, meeting Bobby’s gaze across the counter. He saw nothing but concern there, nothing but a man who clearly cared about him, who understood what he was going through. He glanced at Eddie, and then Hen; the same expression was mirrored on their faces. He understood then that they weren’t there to chastise him, but to help, to offer support. Overwhelmed, tears finally spilling over, Buck buried his face in his hands as he broke down, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back his sobs.

A moment later, he felt Hen’s arms wrap around him from one side, Eddie’s from the other. He heard footsteps and felt Chim join the hug from behind. Shakily, Buck clutched them back, holding onto Eddie and Hen’s arms, ducking his head as they pressed in on him. Though he was shaking, tears running down his face, Buck suddenly felt slightly lighter. He hadn’t realized how truly terrified he’d been of losing his family, but he knew now that he should have known better. They wouldn’t abandon him for this. They had never abandoned him before, even when he thought they had in the series of events that led to him filing the lawsuit. He’d been so afraid that things would fall apart again that he’d completely forgotten that he had people he could rely on, people who would have his back.

“Thanks guys,” he croaked after a long while, sniffing and taking shuddering breaths. They backed off enough to let him breathe, but Buck was happy when neither Hen nor Eddie withdrew entirely, each with one bracing hand on his back.

Buck wasn’t sure what to say to fill the silence that fell. He knew they were on his side, yes, but he was starting to feel embarrassed that they had found him passed out, that they’d had to revive him like that. He supposed that if Bobby could get over the embarrassment of it, he would too, but for the time being he felt extremely awkward. He swiped at his tears and took a sip of water to delay the moment he’d have to speak, though he was saved a moment later. Buck felt a sharp stab of pain in his temples as Eddie and Hen’s radios suddenly went off inches from his ears on either side, and he let out an involuntary gasp, flinching away from them. Feeling him react to the sudden sound, both Hen and Eddie stepped back, angling their radios away from him as he winced and put a hand to his forehead, trying to listen to the call coming in without overloading his hungover brain.

“We need to go,” Bobby said, as dispatch finished relaying their message. “Chim, Hen, go to the truck, we’ll be there in a minute.”

“Right, Cap,” Chim agreed, shooting Buck a sympathetic smile and moving over to the door, waiting for Hen. Hen squeezed Buck’s shoulder and gave it a wordless pat, then followed Chim out the door and down the hallway.

“Eddie’s going to grab the bottles you have left for now, okay?” Bobby asked Buck, who nodded, avoiding their eyes again as shame bubbled to the surface once more. Eddie, responding to Bobby’s words, moved over to the counter to pick up the one bottle of rum that was visible.

“There’s more in the bottom right cupboard,” Buck said dully, not watching, but listening as Eddie opened the door, hearing the clink of glass bottles as he gathered them.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” Eddie said bracingly, and Buck glanced up at him. Eddie was standing there, holding his last few bottles of rum and vodka, but all Buck could see on his face was worry and concern, no trace of teasing or mocking whatsoever. Buck nodded, attempted a smile, and then Eddie was gone as well.

“It’s going to be okay, Buck,” Bobby said, and Buck slipped off the chair to stand as Bobby moved to his side. “It’s not going to be fun, but I promise you can do it. If I can, you definitely can.”

“Thanks, Bobby,” Buck said, his eyes cast downwards. Bobby pulled him in for a brief hug, and Buck squeezed him tight, trying to put his gratitude into the embrace. “And I’m sorry, again. For missing work, too.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Bobby said, pulling away, his hand lingering on Buck’s shoulder for a moment. “We’ll get through this as a team.”

Buck, unable to speak, nodded once more. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Bobby squeezed his shoulder and turned to leave, but then paused and turned back, looking thoughtful.

“I have a meeting later this week, and it’s not far from here. Would you like to come with me?”

Buck swallowed hard and looked up at Bobby, looked up at the man he regarded as a father figure, one of the most important people in his life. He knew that none of this was going to be easy, but somehow, the thought of sharing it with Bobby made it seem a little more bearable.

“I’d like that,” Buck agreed, his voice shaking but genuine.

Bobby smiled, nodded, then turned and left the apartment, closing the door behind him. Buck limped over to his balcony and looked down, watching Bobby hurry from the building and jump into the truck. Whoever was driving hit the sirens and then they were away, leaving Buck alone with his overwhelming emotions once more.

Buck made his way back inside and looked around his empty apartment, feeling at a loss. He knew what he wanted to do, but thanks to Bobby and Eddie, there was no longer any alcohol in his apartment. He had mixed feelings about all of this, and he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that that was all part of the addiction.

Addiction.

He turned the word over in his mind as he forced himself to drink the rest of the water Hen had given him, then moved to the sink for a refill. It was funny how, in the weeks and months this had all been going on, he’d managed to avoid labelling his problem with that word. He’d acknowledged that he was drinking too much, that he was not helping his problems in a constructive way… but he had never called it an addiction, or alcoholism. He supposed it was an important step to acknowledge, however much he loathed to admit it, that he was an alcoholic. Just thinking the word was a shock to his system, his heart clenching, feeling like he’d been punched in the gut.

Buck sighed heavily and ran a hand through his damp curls, shivering as a droplet of water slipped down his neck. He was exhausted. He knew the best way to feel better was to sleep the hangover off, but he also knew he needed to replenish his fluids and have something to eat. He peered into his fridge and found a container of leftover lo mein, threw it into the microwave and drank the rest of the glass of water while the food heated. He poured himself another glass of water and sat down at the table with his food, slowly making his way through the container, even though all he wanted to do was pass out again.

Finally, after he’d finished his food and the third glass of water, Buck allowed himself to succumb to the fatigue. He limped to the bathroom and got himself another pain pill, as the throb in his leg was not relenting, then forced himself up the stairs so he could sleep in his bed. He didn’t want to face the couch yet, didn’t want to face the place where they’d found him.

Buck fell over into his bed, not bothering to change, and pulled the duvet over his head, sighing as he settled in. He felt emotionally spent and so full of confused, conflicting feelings that all he wanted was to sleep the day away. Just as he was drifting off, his phone chimed in his pocket, startling him - he’d forgotten it was there. He groped around under the blanket and found the phone, moving it towards his face and squinting into the bright light it gave off under the darkness of his covers, saw Eddie’s name above the text.

It’s gonna be okay. We won’t let you go through this alone.

Buck’s heart was heavy, but he smiled. Maybe things really would be okay, with Bobby, Eddie and the others at his side. Just maybe. Buck drifted off with the phone still clutched loosely in his hand, and his dreams, when he had them, all carried an undercurrent of hope within them, as though his conscience was telling him it was all going to be alright.

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ohtheblooming · 3 years

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my 11H stellium, capitalism, codependency, neglect, jupiter, & my tropical/sidereal chart rulers

I'm currently freaking out behind my screen typing this because I feel like I just unlocked a secret level to this crazy world of Astrology regarding my chart(s) and I'm just going to brain dump it all out here. So I've always had a complicated relationship with social media and a lot of that has to do with my expectations (always a downfall) and how I tie my identity to social media. In my tropical chart, my chart ruler (Mars) falls into my 11th House and when I saw that, I thought "Oh that makes sense because I feel like I'm very vocal online about things I'm passionate about, things that get me riled up and angry." However, I'm in my 12th House Profection Year so I'm obviously going through the motions and transforming deeper than I ever have. I'm changing! The topic of capitalism and detaching myself from material things has been surprisingly huge and prominent in my growth this year - I want to talk about it to an annoying extent, but it also makes sense because capitalism has a hold on most of us so breaking free from it feels amazing. Anyways - in my SIDEREAL chart, I'm a Pisces Rising and my chart ruler (Jupiter - I'm using traditional rulers) is located in the 12th House. Once I read about having your CHART RULER IN THE 12TH HOUSE... this article specifically, my mind was BLOWN. It says: "If your chart ruler is located in your 12th house, you would be less identified with ego. You may feel as if you are living two worlds at the same time. The more you try to make sense of your life, the more you may get lost. In this lifetime, you learn to let go of material desires, seek for higher meanings, practice agape love and strengthen the relationship with the invisible power aka God, Source, Energy, or Universe.

In order to empower yourself and become the best version of yourself, you need to surrender to the miraculous power. Your best life strategy would be giving without expecting anything in return." I read that first sentence and felt that in my soul and was slapping my table at how relatable the rest of it was. My lesson being to give without expecting anything in return - so in terms of social media, putting out content without expecting that it will be engaged with sounds about right because 1) that's kind of hard for me to do (*twitches* as a Capricorn dominant individual in BOTH tropical & sidereal charts...) & 2) it contradicts my natural instinct to teach and share wisdom for the sake of sharing and wanting to help others. Part of why I have frequent bouts of wanting to delete social media and disappear is a mix of the victim mentality the 12th House brings along with codependency the 11th House brings. I'm always thinking "What's the point of sharing my work/my thoughts/my wisdom if there's no audience?" LOL MY 1OTH HOUSE SUN IS SCREAMING. I want engagement, I want feedback, I want the followers, I want this and that, and if I DON'T have that, then I guess it's me and there's no place for me here. That's also the downfall of having Jupiter in my tropical 11th House - it's EXPECTING people will come through for you. I could stop there if I wanted to, but it isn't enough for me because despite all of my attempts to quit social media, I'm still pushed into sharing my wisdom... for some reason. I mean, I think I know. I want to help people heal, I want to help empower people. So for the past few months, I've been asking myself 'How do I exist on social media without being dependent on material things - engagement, followers, likes, feedback - how do I detach my ego from social media/my work?' Reading that article about having your Chart Ruler in the 12th House hit my soul and I read those words - "Your best life strategy would be giving without expecting anything in return" knowing it's true. THAT'S THE KEY, ISN'T IT. I MEAN... I know it says it right there, but WOW THAT'S SO TRUE. Whenever I'd see my IG story views drop the more I spoke about Astrology, I'd be sad because THIS IS MY PASSION DAMMIT (LOL). I'm GOOD AT THIS, LISTEN TO ME! And then once in a blue moon, I'd have someone message me asking me to read their natal chart and I'm like ...wow YES! GLADLY! I guess this is worthwhile :') LOL THE MOOD SWINGS. Okay, I've just about expressed it all and I'm very happy. I'm happy because again, much to my surprise, dismantling internalized capitalism was a by-product of acknowledging and starting to heal codependency issues and neglect. Oh gosh, I could go on about that. The whole tropical-leo-moon-wound-5H-11H-axis-10H-sun-looking-for-attention-outside-to-make-up-for-early-neglect-spiel (maybe one day). Once I stop caring about what others have to say and trust that the community I long for will find me, I've made it. Further fulfillment - because it's not THE answer; I know better than to even try to make sense of everything, but it'll be a great help, a relief. Thank you, Jupiter.

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lavaffair · 3 years

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Talk To Me, Princess

Smut/Lemon. Sequel to Tongue Tied.

Guys this was 17 pages omg. 7k words!

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34295722

It was around one in the morning by the time the group of friends made it back to Sango and Kagome’s apartment complex, the alcohol in their system now reduced to nothing but a warm feeling after eating and drinking enough water to sober back up. Miroku, being the designated driver, had sobered up before everyone else since he only had one drink, but his girlfriend Sango had gone a little too far and had drunk past her limit. If it were not for Kagome she would have gone until she was unable to walk out of the lounge.

It had been a long time since the group went out like this due to Inuyasha’s laboring job at the repair shop, but he was off tomorrow, and if it were not for Sango going farther than she had planned they would have stayed out a bit longer tonight. Their friend needed to get some sleep and deal with her hangover tomorrow. Staying up later and giving her the option to possibly drink more was out of the question.

While Sango giggled and flirted with Miroku in the passenger seat, Inuyasha and Kagome cuddled up together in the back. Earlier they had announced to their best friends that they were dating, not like it was a shocker for the couple, because neither of them could keep a secret apparently. It made for an easy transition into the rest of the night, and as it continued they only got touchier, stealing quick pecks and long stares with one another while also not being able to keep their hands off of each other.

At some point during their time at the club, Kagome had settled into Inuyasha’s lap while chatting with Sango. Miroku had given the half-demon a sly, cunning look and it took everything in him not to blush four shades of red. Inuyasha decided to say nothing in regard to his friend's teasing and instead opted to keep one hand on Kagome’s thigh while the other had formed into a fist. He liked to have her sit on his lap whenever the opportunity came by, and whenever she walked past him while he was sat down he would pull her towards him and cover her in kisses.

Miroku drove up to the stairway that led up to the girl’s apartment and unlocked the car doors. Kagome sent him a questioning look, “Aren’t you gonna help me bring her upstairs?”

“Listen, Sango’s way far gone and I’m sure you two would rather be alone tonight than babysitting your drunk roommate.” Miroku stated matter of factly, “Plus, she’s a lot more into cuddling when she’s like this and I’m selfish.”

“But what about her hangover?” Kagome laughed.

“It’s not my first time helping her get through one. We’ll both be fine! Let me have my cuddle time.” He said with a pout on his face.

Inuyasha shook his head and decided to open the door before Miroku could continue, and climbed out first so Kagome could follow behind him. She shut the door carefully before shooting Miroku a happy grin, “Okay, well, goodnight! Remember to remove her makeup before you go to bed!”

Their friend laughed, “She’ll have my ass if I don’t.” He put the car back into drive, giving his two friends one last look. “Have fun, and do everything I would do.” He winked playfully and rolled up the window while driving out of the complex to go home.

Kagome hummed and grabbed her boyfriend's hand in contentment, taking note of the cute blush on his cheeks. “Well, this is our first night where you’re sleeping over at my place. Let’s go!” She was blushing a beautiful shade of pink as the realization kicked in, and all he wanted to do was kiss her at the sight.

Inuyasha grinned and walked beside Kagome to her apartment. He trying to hold himself back from touching her until they reached the confines of her unit, where no one could see how gorgeous she looked when he had her pinned to the wall. He could not stop thinking about their earlier session when she had conveniently left her phone behind after Miroku and Sango waited in the car. He wanted to kiss her again like that, but for much longer, and with more freedom to explore. Now that they did not have to sneak around anymore he could kiss her senseless whenever he wanted, but the first of many would be tonight, while she looked like a goddess in this green dress.

The closer they got to the door the antsier he got and his hunger for her grew. He reached for her waist to pull her closer in order to kiss up her exposed neck. She was in a fit of giggles while his lips tickled her with every movement of his lips, and she tilted her head to give him better access. As she continued to walk forward his grip on her waist tightened while his lips never detached from her neck.

Kagome’s heart rate was erratic as the couple got closer to her apartment door. She could not stop the little whimpers that escaped her lips with every new kiss. The tickling feeling was soon turning into something deeper, a need for him growing more and more, and she wished the door could just appear in front of them. It was only a couple of steps away while she fumbled with her bag to find her keys, one hand in her purse while the other was tangled in Inuyasha’s hair.

Finally, when they were standing just outside the door she clumsily fit her key into the lock and pushed it open. As soon as the couple walked in she was spun around with her back hitting the wall and two arms caging her in on both sides. Inuyasha kicked the door closed with his foot and Kagome could feel the walls shake, but she had no time to chastise him for slamming it because his lips were on hers instantly. The fire that had been growing between them was now set ablaze as their lips molded together.

Hungry large hands explored her body encased within the tight dress as they stroke her sides and roughly squeezed her hips. A squeal escaped her mouth but it was swallowed by Inuyasha’s hungry lips.

“Baby,” Kagome moaned. She fisted her hands into his jacket to try to get some control, “You couldn’t even let me turn the lights on first?”

Inuyasha kissed her again, down her jaw and neck, and relished in her breathless gasps. The intense need she has for him growing stronger by the seconds, and her hands were pulling him closer to her body before she could process it.

“We’ll turn the lights on. ‘Cause I wanna see you.” His tongue lapped her neck, causing a whimper to leave her hot mouth. Her back arched in response to his touches and he could not bite back the smirk.

“I wanna see all of you.”

A fire ignited in her lower belly at the husky, deep tone in his voice. Her hands ran from his chest to his neck as she wrapped her arms around it to pull him impossibly closer. He sucked on the most sensitive part of her nape, his hands sliding down to cup her ass, and gave it a little squeeze.

She gasped in reaction and jumped closer to his body, instantly feeling how aroused he was when her thighs caressed his pants. “Do that again.” she pleaded, and he listened, squeezing her plump bottom once again.

Her lips found his in a feverish kiss as it grew deeper and passionate, sparking new and uncovered territory. They have never kissed with such intensity before, usually going for the slow and sensual make-out sessions in Inuyasha’s home. This one felt fiery and real, promising the possibly taking a bigger step into their relationship. They could not get enough of each other, still so close but yet not close enough.

Feeling braver and impatient, Inuyasha slid his hand from her waist to her exposed thigh and felt the goosebumps forming on Kagome’s skin. He kissed her once more before detaching his lips from hers and kissing her up to her ear.

“Tell me if there’s anything I do that you don’t like,” he bit the bottom of her ear, “Ya gotta be verbal with me baby.” his husky voice sent shivers down her spine and all she could do was nod.

“Yes or no?” he asked again, the huskies in his voice only making her wetter.

“Yes.” She breathed. “Yes, I’ll tell you.”

Inuyasha smirked at her, not that she could see it, and ran a fang carefully from her ear down to the base of her neck. The movement caused her breathing to hitch and her back to arch into him again. Her breasts squeezing right into his chest for only him to see. He licked up from her throat, then her jaw, and up back to her lips.

“Can I touch you?”

His voice was so deep and rich it caused her to squeeze her thighs together in response. Kagome looked at his mouth before meeting his fierce, ember eyes that held nothing but a desire for her which caused a hotter fire to ignite in the apex of her thighs.

“Yes, please,” she whimpered. “Please touch me Inuyasha.”

His pants only got uncomfortably tighter from his cock reacting to her eager begging. His hand slowly caressed her thigh as it moved upwards towards her pussy. He could already feel the heat coming from it as it mixed with the scent of her arousal. His large hand wrapped around her thigh and firmly held it there while his thumb moved in slow circles.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep talking to me, princess. You’re starting off so good.” He couldn’t help the growl that vibrated in his chest at the sound of her gasp.

He continued to tease her and lightly stroke her inner thigh which caused jolts of electricity to fire into her abdomen.. She arched into him and whined at the lack of touch to the spot she wanted his hand most.

“Stop teasing! I need you to touch me!” She protested, her head rolling back on the wall.

Inuyasha dove towards her collarbone and sucked roughly, he knew that one was going to leave a mark, and he loved the idea of it. He needed other people to know Kagome was his, especially after tonight, and after staying secret for so long he was going to milk it for what it was worth.

“Needy little thing aren’t you?” He groaned into her throat, “Where do you want my hand?”

Sliding his hand from her thigh to her clothed pussy, he palmed it and slid his fingers up and down her slit. “Here?”

Kagome gasped at the touch of his palm, finally landing where she wanted it to be. Her hands gripped his shoulders for balance while he continued to touch her.

“Kagome, tell me if this is where you wanted me to touch you.” His deep voice rumbled in his chest.

“Mmm,” Kagome nodded quickly. “Yes, right there.”

He groaned at the sound of her voice, knowing that he would never get enough of it from now on. Making out while she sat on his lap and groped her ass was one thing, but touching her and hearing her moan pathetically was another. He immediately made it his mission to always make sure his girl is pleasured first before him. He wants to make her cum more than she thinks she can handle, and more than he will, because she deserves it.

“I can already tell how wet you are just from touching you.” Inuyasha praised.

He kissed her again, sloppy and passionate because he needs her as much as she needs him. Every moan and whimper she made he swallowed into his mouth, slowly continuing his ministrations on her slit.

“Baby,” he whispered into her mouth. “You look so pretty like this.”

He slid her panties to the side and could not stifle the moan that left his lips at the absolute wetness of her. She was soaked, practically dripping from his fingers and he wanted a taste.

“Is this still okay?” He asked, because even with his dick painfully hard he wanted to be sure she was comfortable.

“Yes, please, do whatever you want to me.” He watched her lust-filled eyes blink once, twice, at his fingers while she continued to make those beautiful little sounds.

He started to explore her folds at a faster rhythm and she mewled, tilting forward to lay on his shoulder as he circled a finger around her clit. Her body was moving on its own and her breathing turned more ragged as he touched her. She felt euphoric, fiery hot, and blissful all at the same time. If he continued she knew she was going to lose control of herself and will give in to her need. She wanted this, craved it like water on a hot day, the tension between them these last few weeks almost too intense to endure. Kagome would have cracked if they had continued to circle around each other, but now that this was happening and she could feel his hands on her, she could finally relax and enjoy the ride.

“Whatever I want huh?” He sent her a toothy grin and her body tingled with excitement. He looked like himself for just a second before a dark, lustful gaze glazed over his eyes.

Before she could react he dipped down to his knees and pushed her back against the wall again. Lifting one leg over his shoulder he pressed his fingers firmly into her thigh while the other pulled her panties further to the side and exposing her fully. He lapped her up with one long, hot lick of his tongue which caused her entire body to shiver. She moaned loudly and automatically pressed herself closer to his mouth. He smirked into her pussy, feeling her juices drip down his chin as he continued to move his tongue all over her.

“Inuyasha!” Kagome moaned brokenly, “Mmm don’t stop!”

Both furry ears stayed up at attention towards her as he listened to every broken moan, whimper, and breath that left her swollen lips. He was attuned to every noise she made and to the way she reacted to his touches. It was the sexiest thing he has ever seen, heard, and experienced.

He sucked on her clit causing a throaty moan to leave her mouth, her body moving on its own and grinding against his hot tongue. He was in heaven watching her from above him up against this wall. The strap of her dress cascading down her left shoulder, hem bunched up against her stomach, with her black hair falling beautifully around her face. It made him believe she was a goddess that he was lucky enough to touch.

Inuyasha was a greedy bastard and wanted her to feel more than just his tongue. He wanted to prep her beforehand, get her ready and comfortable for what was happening after this. With a finger still slick with her honey he eased one slowly inside her hole, pumping in and out at a steady pace. Another moan left her while she stared up to the ceiling and looked like she was giving a prayer. His name, falling from her lips like an invocation that was too good to stop.

Adding a second finger carefully into her pussy, he felt her tremble from the intrusion but grew louder at the pleasure she was feeling as he continued to drive his fingers into her sopping hole. Stretching her just right and hitting her center just where she needed. He extended his fingers into a v-shape while moving within her and Kagome fell forward, moving her hands from his shoulders to his head. She pulled at an ear and he growled into her, the deep vibrations causing her to see stars. The final step to feeling the warmth growing in her tummy.

“I’m close!” She cried, “Please!”

Flicking her clit quickly with his tongue he matched the speed with his fingers, watching her roll her eyes back as she took it like a champ. He felt like a fucking god watching her lose control over his tongue, and he is going to feel like Zuez himself when he makes her cum on his dick.

He released his mouth from her just for a brief moment, fingers still milking her pussy as it sucked them in, and grinned.

“Come for me baby, you look so good.” Seeing her body react to his praises, and the convulsing from her pussy made him continue. “You’re so sexy Kagome, milking my fingers in like the good girl you are. I know you wanna cum for me, and I wanna watch you cum.”

He kissed her clit and flicked his tongue around it once again. “Cum on my face princess.”

She was beginning to shake, the feeling of her orgasm coming in like a wave she could not stop and did not want to stop. When she felt him suck on her clit for the last time all she could see was white. Her body shook violently, crying out his name as one steady hand left her thigh to hold her at her stomach. She felt cold and burning hot at the same time, her lungs heaving for air while she came back down from heaven.

Inuyasha held her steady as he watched his girl come down from her first orgasm, the evidence of what he had just done on his chin. He reveled in this view of her with sun-kissed cheeks, swollen lips, and a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Kagome’s eyes were half-lidded, still full of lust while her body recovered from the intensity of her climax.

“Baby, how ya feeling’?”

“Amazing.” She smiled.

“You’re gonna feel like a goddess by the time I’m done with you.” He smirked.

Lifting her up from her bottom he kissed her passionately as he walked them into her bedroom. Her bare legs wrapped around his waist tightly making his hardened cock twitch at the warmth coming from between her thighs. After opening the door he switched on the lights and set her down on the bed, continuing to kiss her feverishly while his hands roamed her bare legs.

He licked her neck which gifted him a whimpered moan, and he did it again just for the hell of it. Kissing down her shoulder, his lips brushed over the strap of her dress as he continued to move downward. He wanted to pull the dress entirely off of her body and worship her the way he knew she deserved, but her pert nipples were poking through the material of her dress, and Inuyasha could not help himself at the sight. He deserved a little more fun, and she deserved a little bit of teasing.

Poking his tongue out he flicked the bud briefly and he heard his girl moan at the feeling of friction from his tongue licking over the dress. Continuing his ministrations he did it to the other nipple which gifted him the same reaction. He was going to drive himself crazy with his urge to rip the dress right off of her, choosing to focus on the fact that she would kill him if he did, he held himself back. Instead, he ran his hands from her neck to her shoulder and stopped at the fallen green straps.

“Pull your arms out of the straps.” He huskily ordered.

Kagome’s breathing was ragged and sharp, the anticipation of what was going to come next was driving her up the wall. All she wanted was for him to touch her, anywhere and everywhere, with his hands and mouth. Her arousal was pooling in her soaked panties once again and she did not know how much longer she could go on without him touching her. It was as if she was on autopilot hearing his request, her arms moving before her brain could process what she was doing. She removed the straps from her dress where now they hung awkwardly between her chest and underarms, her chest seconds away from being totally exposed to the man aboveher.

Inuyasha’s eyes were full of fire and lust at the sight of her, the top of the dress now clinging on to nothing to hold it up. As it slowly began to slide down her full chest, Inuyasha’s patience grew thin. In one swift motion, he tugged the rest of the dress down to her tummy, her full, plump tits falling out and completely exposed for him. Hard pink nipples poking out for him to take into his mouth and have a taste.

“Fuck Kagome.” He rasped, ending the conversation at that.

He bent forward and licked around the areola, kissing and sucking on the creamy skin surrounding it while his hand rolled and kneaded the other one, completely avoiding her nipples. Kagome was a puddle in his hands, her breathing and gasps growing louder as he teased her. He switched to the other breast and repeated the same motion, completely avoiding the pink nipples that were asking for his time and attention.

“Inuyasha” Kagome begged, pushing up her tits to bring them closer to his mouth.

Inuyasha grinned devilishly at her attempt and lightly nipped on the bud he was avoiding before finally wrapping his lips around it and gave it a hard suck. She gasped underneath him, her body arching upwards to bring herself closer to him. His tongue swirled around while he sucked simultaneously, the other breast also getting the same treatment when he was satisfied with the one he had worked on first.

Her pussy was actually dripping at this point, and she was growing hungrier by the second. She wanted him in every single way, touching, licking, and fucking her senseless.

“Inuyasha... please.”

He let go of her nipple with a wet “pop!”. “Please, what, Kagome?”

“I need you.”

He went back to flicking the red and swollen nipple he was working on. “Need me to what? “Continue this?” He bit down lightly before licking the swollen bud into his mouth again, and Kagome’s begging turned into pathetic whimpers and deep moans.

“Inside me!” She wailed, “Please I want you inside me!”

Inuyasha kissed her breasts one last time before moving up to kiss Kagome again. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly in her attempt to pull him closer to her body. The feeling of his hands roaming her body causing shivers and goosebumps to appear on her skin. He let go of her lips and backed away from her, his hands already on the waistline of her panties before she could process it.

“Let’s take these off first.”

Slowly he slipped off her soaking panties, they were so wet with her juices that it dripped down his fingers. Tossing them somewhere on the ground, he slowly caressed her legs open to bare herself fully in front of him. Instantly, Kagome grew shy and attempted to close herself away from his lust-filled eyes but she was no match against his strength.

“God, you’re so wet for me baby, so fuckin’ sexy.” He bent down and kissed the inside of her thighs again, her body automatically opening itself up more for him to continue. He lapped her up like a starved man as she pulled onto his hair for leverage. His hands holding her legs down and apart while she jumped and twisted helplessly to his incredible tongue. On occasion, he would go and flick her swollen clit and sucked on it for extra pleasure, all while his girl cried and moaned loudly underneath him. His tongue fucking her sopping hole over and over again while his finger rubbed her clit.

Kagome was seeing white again, her vision blurring as all she could feel was the fire burning in her abdomen knowing her second orgasm was coming up. This time much stronger than the other one, her body going taut with unbelievable pleasure while Inuyasha rubbed her clit and tongue fucked her. She was being held strongly against the bed which added to the stimulation she was experiencing. Her moans were broken and combined with small, sporadic whimpers before going rigid and cumming once again. Her body shook uncontrollably, back arching and eyes rolling back. Inuyasha watched the beautiful moment from between her thighs as her lips formed a perfect ‘O’. He swallowed her orgasm as it came, his tongue following the rhythm of her body as she ground on his face.

Her breathing was heavy, and her chest heaved as her lungs came back for air. She felt amazing and overwhelmed all at once, as she had never felt something so intense before in her life. Inuyasha removed himself from her dripping pussy and sloppily kissed her. She could taste herself from his lips and it turned her on all over again, the kiss both sloppy and passionate and perfect.

Inuyasha felt small arms touching the button and zipper of his pants, and he immediately grabbed them to take them away. He backed away from their heated kiss and looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“Let me do something for you.” Kagome pouted.

“As awesome as it would be to watch you suck my dick, all I wanna do is make you cum tonight with it instead.”

“But Inu-“

He kissed her forehead, “Later. Right now, I just wanna make ya cum.”

Kagome’s pout did not leave her lips, and Inuyasha could not help but chuckle. He placed his thumb on her bottom lip and pulled it down. Slowly, he inserted his thumb into her mouth, “You are so pretty when you pout.”

He gently pushed her back down and removed his pants and underwear, causing his aching cock to finally spring out of its confinement. Kagome’s eyes widened at the sight, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting him.

Shooting up from the bed, she looked at him seductively before grabbing his cock and pumping him slowly. The grunt he released was enough for her to know she was doing alright, even if she had only just started. The head was already glistening with pre-cum and she wanted a taste, poking out her tongue and licking the head of his cock before taking him inside her mouth entirely.

Inuyasha groaned, his hands gently pulling back her hair so he could watch her pretty little mouth be filled up with his cock. The sight alone was enough to make him cum, and he could not allow that to happen yet.

He tapped her cheek before pulling out of her and bringing her back up to his mouth again. He pushed her back onto the mattress while never letting go of her lips, and he grabbed her legs to spread them apart again.

“Sorry princess, but if I let you keep that up I was gonna cum a lot sooner than you think.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Kagome challenged.

She was going to drive him mad. “Give me head after I make you cum three more times.”

“Babe!”

He growled, low and deep while kissing her red lips once again. “Wanna make it four?”

Kagome moaned into the kiss while her pussy throbbed in anticipation at his threat. Her mouth was preoccupied with his lips, turning to buck her hips up to touch his cock. Inuyasha’s dick twitched at the feeling of her warmth and her slick touching him as if beckoning him in.

She laid her head softly onto the bed, her eyes half-lidded and drowning in lust. “Fuck me, please, I want you to fuck me.”

He backed up and fisted his cock to place it over her wet folds and slid up and down to tease himself and her. With her sopping pussy teasing his cock while also providing Kagome some fiction, their breathing began to grow rapidly.

Slowly Inuyasha slid into her empty hole that was begging to be filled by him. He slowly slid inside of her pussy and the couple gasped and groaned at the feeling of finally being connected. She was so hot and wet, and all he wanted to do was to start slamming into her, but he chose to wait until she was used to him being inside.

Kagome felt so full and complete she could cum right now, and she was so aroused that his entry did not sting at all like she thought it would. It had been a long time since the last time she had sex, and none of those times was she ever this wet that it did not burn a little upon entry.

She rolled her hips and moved them up to get closer to him, “Please move, I need you to move!”

At the sound of her begging his body began to thrust into her, and the little sounds he had been waiting to hear from her began to ring in his ears. They were beautiful, like a song, and he wanted to learn the words and memorize them immediately. He spread her legs wider apart to watch where they were connected, the lewd sounds squelching from her pussy every time he moved. It was erotic and Kagome was the sexiest woman he has ever seen in his life.

“Your body was made for me.” Inuyasha praised, “You’re taking me so well.”

All Kagome could do was moan in reply, the feeling of his girthy cock pumping her too delicious for her to attempt to speak.

He watched her round breasts bounce with every thrust and he salivated at the sight of their dance. Bending down and popping a bud into his mouth, he sucked her nipple hard. A throaty moan immediately left Kagome’s lips while she tilted her head back in euphoria.

Letting go of the bud he kissed her again and rolled around the other one with his fingers. He fucked her at a steady pace. He wanted to build her up and get to know the sounds she made as she got closer to her climax. Her breathing was faster, her moans were getting louder, and her body arched a lot more with every hit.

The hand on her breast traveled up her chest and stopped right before her neck and Kagome rang out a broken gasp. He looked into her eyes while his pace increased.

“Is it okay if I wrap my hand around your neck?”

Her brown eyes went wide and her neck flushed a darker shade of pink. “Yes,” she smiled eagerly. “Please choke me.”

He let out a groan, his hips moving even faster as he placed his hand around her neck and squeezed. He made sure he was not blocking her airway or squeezing too hard. Kagome moaned at the sensation, her hips frantically meeting his as she felt herself growing closer.

Releasing her neck so oxygen and the blood flow could return to her safely, Inuyasha decided to grab the underside of her knees and place her legs on each of his shoulders to go even deeper inside of her. His thrusts were rapid and rough, and Kagome’s moans turned into frantic little cries and breathy pleas. He bent down and licked up her neck, sucking on the spot that he knew drove her crazy while a finger rolled a hard nipple.

“Inu-!” She cried. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me baby.” He growled in her ear. “I’m right here.”

Eyes rolling back as her body shook against him, she moaned breathlessly while riding her third orgasm. Inuyasha stayed inside of her and lazily kissed her neck and breasts, continuing to give her the attention she deserved as he waited for her to come back to him.

“How ya feeling? Good?” He grinned.

“I feel.. incredible. I can't even describe how I feel right now.” She smiled.

“Well, we’re not done yet so get used to that feeling.”

He lifted himself off of her body and slowly pulled out, the feeling causing them both to groan at the loss of each other’s warmth.

“Turn around for me.”

Feeling a little shaky, Kagome rolled on her tummy and lifted herself up. Her arms and knees wobbled from her previous orgasms, causing her to lack balance, so Inuyasha wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her secure. He bent down and kissed her shoulders gently, the softness of his kisses relaxing her instantly. Smiling at her reaction he continued to pepper her back with kisses while holding her against him so she did not fall. As soon as he reached the bottom of her spine he moved back up, his kisses never faltering until he reached her lips. Their mouths melded together perfectly, even at the angle that they were in, and the hand on her tummy began to make its way down to her pelvis.

Kagome gasped from the sudden touches and she shut her eyes tightly in anticipation, and it was so cute that Inuyasha could not help but kiss her cheek. Never taking his eyes off of her he slowly rolled his fingers on her clit and coated the nub in her juices. She moaned, gasping at the attention her clit was receiving while her empty hole clenched over nothing. Once he was satisfied with how much of her juices were dripping down her thighs, he stood up straight and pumped his cock a few times before slowly easing his way back inside of her.

Kagome released a loud, sensual moan at the feeling of being filled once again at the new angle he was fucking her in. In this position, he can hit her deeper, and she was beginning to feel it already. Her arms gave out and she leaned on her elbows for support as she arched her back in pleasure.

He could not get enough of her ass bouncing with every thrust of his hips, it was like he was in a trance, with his hands firmly on her hips in order to fuck her harder and deeper. She was moaning his name in broken pieces, only fucking her harder to make it impossible to say his name. He slapped one of her ass cheeks and she cried out at the hit, only for her to press herself into him so he could do it again. Never slowing his pace, Inuyasha smacked her ass again and again before continuing the ministrations on the neglected cheek. He could spank her all fucking day with how wet she was getting for him.

“You like that huh?” He gripped her ass. “You like it when I spank you?”

“Yes!”

He smacked her ass again, “But only bad girls get spanked, princess.” He smirked.

“But I-“, she gasped. “I love it! So good.”

At the sound of her incoherent speaking, he knew she was close, so he picked up the pace for her. Her cries and whimpers only become deliciously louder with his thrusts. The lewd squelching coming from her sopping pussy driving him closer to cumming, and this time he knew he was not going to be able to hold back.

“Such a good girl.” Inuyasha grunts, “Such a cute little ass.”

Gripping her hips even harder, he keeps her in place in order to get her to do his next order.. “Touch yourself. I wanna feel you cum on my dick.”

Without any hesitation, Kagome’s fingers found her sensitive clit and rolled along to the pace Inuyasha was fucking her at. The tight grip on her hips was almost painful but also amazing, she gripped the sheet with one hand while she flicked her clit with the other. The familiar heat was pooling inside her abdomen, her breathing was quickening and she was chasing the high.

“Inu…yash-“ She whimpered brokenly, “Mmm… please!” Her toes curled and her body was moving out of her control. “Yes yes yes!”

Her body shook violently and Inuyasha quickly wrapped his arm around her waist again and bent down over her back. A loud grunt left his mouth as he felt her pussy suck in his cock during her orgasm. He continued to fuck her during her release until she was done shaking and was more relaxed.

He stayed inside her and chose not to move, allowing her to recover from her orgasm while he accidentally edged himself for the second time in a row.

“Fuck princess, we’re not even done yet.” He finally pulled out of her.

Kagome rolled onto her back and sat up, her hands cupping both sides of his cheeks to bring him down to kiss him slowly and languidly. Their tongues tasting each other as the kiss grew sloppy.

“Please make me cum again.”

As if on queue, Inuyasha’s cock was ready for round three. He laid back on the mattress and against her pillows before patting his thighs excitedly.

“Get on top.”

Shyly, Kagome moved to straddle him and slowly slid down and covered him fully. He rolled his head back and groaned, she fit him so perfectly, and in this position, he practically could feel her even deeper. It was as if she was sucking him in with how tight she was.

He knew his girl was still recovering from her last orgasm, so he did not move or tell her to move, instead, he let her cockwarming him while he kissed her. He wanted her to call the shots this time, and to move when she was ready to start again. His hands were gently holding her face towards him as he kissed her, and in return, her hands were wrapped in his hair to feel closer to him.

During the kiss, Inuyasha could feel her hips beginning to sway in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. It was not strong enough for either of them to fully lose control, but it was not soft enough for either of them to not feel anything. This movement she was making felt like a build-up of a volcano, slowly beginning the process of building pressure before the eruption.

As she gained a faster pace their mouths detached and they separated from each other. Now in her own little world, with her eyes closed and her mouth parted, she was riding him much faster.

“Use my cock baby girl.” Inuyasha praised. “It’s all yours.”

Kagome smiled, the shyness she felt earlier completely melting away with the delicious pressure rising in her tummy. Leaning backward, she placed her hands onto his thighs and gained better leverage and control of her lower body, now moving much deeper over his erect cock. Inuyasha was hypnotized by the swaying of her hips and the way she slid up and down on his dick, the wet, squelching sounds and her moans filling up the room like music.

He licked the pad of his thumb before placing it on her puffy clit and slowly moving it around in circles. Her wet pussy glistening for only him to see, and he continued to watch her in a trance.

“You look so beautiful like this.” He continued to roll the pink nub, “So beautiful while you ride my cock.”

Her moans only got louder after that, and her pussy even wetter from his praise. His finger touching her sensitive clit while she rolled her hips over him made her toes curl and her back arch. And with her breasts out for him, Inuyasha leaned up and put a pert nipple into his mouth and sucked. Causing louder, lewd cries to escape her.

He sucked on her tits and gave each nipple his equal attention, making sure they were ravished and red to his liking. She was growing tired, he could feel her pace slowing, but she was so desperate to cum he knew she would keep going to exhaustion. With one last suck to each nipple and a few more rolls of his thumb on her swollen nub, he gripped her hips and thrust upwards.

The new sensation had Kagome almost screaming, her hand cupping over her mouth to silence her loud moans.

“I wanna hear you,” he growled, “Don’t cover your mouth.”

A little embarrassed, Kagome moved her hands to his shoulders to hold on to him tightly. Her embarrassment turning into pleasure as soon as he started thrusting again, this time at a faster pace, and all she could do was moan and release high-pitched whimpers.

“Yes yes yes yes!” She chanted like a prayer, “Fuck! Yes please, please, please!”

“Fuck!” Inuyasha yelled, the build-up becoming too much for him. The edging he did to himself had done him in, and he was close to finally cumming.

Her tits bounced with every thrust he gave, and her moans only growing higher and higher as he made her reach nirvana.

“Fuuuck I’m gonna cum!” She moaned.

“God, yes, cum all over my dick!”

With a few more thrusts Kagome’s entire body went rigid and she let out a loud gasp. Her body shook and contorted, back arching and mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy walls were squeezing him so tightly with her orgasm that Inuyasha followed her and came inside. Ropes of cum filling her pussy. He shook underneath her, a moan leaving his lips at the unbelievable pleasure that soared within him.

For a few moments, neither of them spoke while they came down from their highs. Chests heaving back and forth, with shaky legs, and sore thighs they slowly recovered.

Inuyasha pulled Kagome in for a sweet and tender kiss, his fingers brushing away the strands of hair that fell over her face. This kiss was different from all the other kisses they shared tonight because this one was sweet, loving, and filled with the adoration that they felt for each other.

Pulling away, Kagome bit her lip and giggled, suddenly feeling shy.

“How do you feel?” Her boyfriend asked.

She smiled at him, “Sore, but amazing. Incredible? Wonderful? I’m feeling like many things.”

Inuyasha grinned at her, he grabbed her hands that were splayed on his chest and kissed her knuckles. “I’m sorry babe.”

“No! Don’t!” She kissed his forehead, “I knew I was going to be sore after this. But… it was so good. You are amazing.”

He laughed at the compliment and carefully moved her to lie on the bed while still being connected to each other. “Careful Kags, you’re gonna inflate my ego.”

She smacked his chest playfully, “Oh God, we don’t need more of that.”

Holding her tightly to his chest it grew comfortably quiet between them. He paid attention to her breathing, slow and steady, and listened to the beating of her heart. He could live like this for the rest of his life. Sex or no sex, having this woman beside him was something he would never trade for the world. He felt safe next to her, and he could be himself, and he knew she felt the same way.

As sleep was beginning to take them both away, Inuyasha’s ears suddenly stood up tall at the sound of Kagome’s stomach grumbling. She tried to play it off and pretend to be asleep, but he knew her better than she did, so he poked her stomach and got her to laugh.

“You’re hungry. What do you wanna eat?”

She groaned, “I wanna stay next to you. You’re warm. Food can wait.”

“Babe.” He warned.

“Fine.” She pouted. “There’s a frozen pizza in the fridge. We can heat it up in the oven.”

He slid out of her, the both of them suddenly missing the warmth from the connection that they had.

“Stay right here. I’ll go make the pizza, you take a nap until I get back.” He kissed her forehead and covered her in her fluffy white comforter. “After pizza, if you’re up for it, we can take a shower together before we go to sleep.”

“Mmm… I like the sound of that.” Kagome answered sleepily.

Inuyasha chuckled, “I’ll be back with the pizza babe. Go to sleep.” He told her as he walked out of the room.

“Bring me water please!”

As their eventful night ended with full bellies and a warm, comforting shower, the couple realized that they would never give each other up for anything in the world. Thank goodness they were done keeping their relationship a secret because, after tonight, everyone was going to know about how much they mean to each other.

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