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xiax · 1 year

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#PRAISE !

;feat. gepard, jingyuan, blade, welt, dan heng, + luocha/afab!reader

;cw. praise kink, sexual content, no gendered prns used

a/n. i didn't get the welt fic done but i hope that this will make up for it <3

contents on individual characters parts!

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

cw: pussywhipped!gepard, wet&messy, squirting

! GEPARD — heady, slurred praises babbled out in the heat of pleasure.

The sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your wet little pussy was intoxicating. Every time he sunk balls deep, you would gush messily around his cock. Just the sight of that creamy ring around the base of him had his head spinning, making him feel like he was drunk.

All the exhaustion that he had come in with from a hard few days of work completely evaporated the second he walked through the door and had you pawing eagerly at him. You whimpered and whined so sweetly, telling him all about how you had been wet all day, making a mess in your little panties and that you needed him to finally satiate you.

He knew you had been playing with yourself long before he had come home. Your pretty pussy was so sensitive and messy, swollen and open from your own fingers working you open in hopes of achieving an orgasm even close to the kinds your precious boyfriend could give you.

He was all too eager to pin you down to the bed, a firm hand around your throat to keep you still as he bullied his fat cock into your needy little cunt.

“O-Oh, so perfect…” he mumbles, words slurred. He supports his weight over your body with both hands on either side of your head, trembling fingers digging into the silken sheets. His head head between his shoulders, gaze locked onto the sight of his thick cock filling you up over and over again, “Y-You’re so…so good…fuck…oh my god…you’re perfect, sq-squeeze me like that again. Oh, please! Fuck, it feels so good, you feel so good…”

His mouth runs endlessly, eyes rolling back until only the whites are visible when he feels your cunt seize around him in yet another orgasm that he eagerly fucks out of you. Drool runs down the side of his mouth as he whimpers, hips swinging erratically as you continue to cum and cum around him.

“Th-That’s it…” he babbles, “f-fuck…so good…you’re doing so good. C’mon, gimme another one…please…”

Your voice raises even higher in pitch and you tremble beneath him as works another orgasm out of you with terrifying ease. Every thrust had him bumping against your clit, the sensitive little bud not able to take much more as you messily squirt around him with a sweet cry of his name.

“That’s what you needed, right?” he whimpers, cheeks flushed red as he continues to fuck every little jet of cum you have to squirt out for him, “N-Needed me to make you cum like that? C-Can’t make yourself squirt, can you? Fuh-Fuck, you’re so good for me, oh god!”

It’s all he can do as he finally reaches his own end, filling you up perfectly with the load you earned.

cw: slow n deep :pensive:, dacryphilia, wet&messy, a lil orgasm denial, squirting as a treat

! JINGYUAN— sincere praises through gritted teeth

Sex with Jingyuan was never fast and rough. He took his time. Slow, deep agonizing thrusts that knocked the breath out of your lungs with every downward thrust of his hips. He filled you to the brim and then some. His heavy, aching balls snug against your ass as he had you pinned beneath him with your legs spread nice and wide so he could get as deep as he could. He gripped your body ferociously, blunt nails digging into your thighs where he pinned them down so he could have full access to your needy little cunt.

You were panting, a sheen of sweat coating your body. You were a mess compared to your lover who still looked as put together as he had when he had barreled his way into your home, eager to get his hands on your soft skin. He had already fucked two orgasms out of you while he hadn’t even had one – the stamina of a general was nothing to scoff at.

“Oh, you feel so good, huh?” he pants, his clenched jaw and tense tone the only give away that he was feeling as much pleasure as you were, “I know you do. You’re doin’ so good for me, honey. Taking everything I give. So sweet for me.”

You whine and thrash beneath him as he nudges that tender little spot deep inside you that only he could reach with such mind-numbing accuracy. He was the only one who could have you teetering on the edge of orgasm without touching your clit. It makes you cream around him, a milky little ring around his cock that has the breath stuttering out of his chest.

“Are you gonna come?” He pants, eyes briefly rolling back before he gives you a soft grin, “Go on. Feel good for me. That’s it, sweetheart.”

You dazedly nod your head, reaching forward to cling to him -- needing him to ground you through the almost painful pleasure. You were wound taut, eyes wide and teary as he fucked you.

He knew you were close but made no changes to his pace. Those same, slow, deep thrusts that knocked the air from your lungs and allowed him to graze every nerve ending inside you. He kept you hanging on, each deep swing of his hips burying himself to the hilt in your creamy little cunt. You were making a bigger mess with every passing second.

He chuckles, “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you’ve already cum around my cock. You haven’t, have you? You’d tell me if you came, right?”

Such teasing words had your cheeks burning hot but you whined, “D-Didn’t cum. I-I’m close. Please, Jingyuan, make me cum!”

He chuckles softly, a charming little sound that makes you feel like you have a crush on your own boyfriend, “I’m working on it, sweetheart. All you have to do is let go, c’mon. Don’t you want to be good for me again?”

You sob, still teetering on that edge that you can’t seem to fall over. You find yourself reaching towards your clit, trembling fingers dangerously close to the bud -- all you would need is one little touch and you would cum so hard around him.

But your boyfriend intercepts your hand and shakes his head, fluffy hair jostling around his face as he does.

“None of that, honey. You don’t need that, do you? You can cum just around my cock, you did it before!”

You wail and sink back into the bed, tears overflowing your eyes as your boyfriend basically torments your oversensitive body. But he was right, you could cum like this. You just needed to be a little more patient and he would get you there. He always did.

A few more deep, well-aimed thrusts (a show of mercy on you when he realized just how hard you were trying to cum for him) finally had you gushing. Your pretty little pussy squirting all around him, soaking the general’s chest with your cum like a little badge of honor that only he could wear.

“Good, see? I knew you could do it!” he breathes, adjusting his position so he hovered over your body, pretty hair falling like a veil around the two of you, “Now give me another one.”

cw: mean!blade, secretly soft!blade, a lil hurt/comfort, riding, a lil choking, minor degradation

! BLADE — earned praises that he makes you work for.

You sat on his lap, stuffed nice and full by his fat, heavy cock. His sharp eyes looked up at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched you clumsily bounce on his lap. You were dripping down his length, strings of your cum sticking to his skin, making a mess that he had yet to even comment on.

He could tell you were getting tired, a little furrow in your brow as your thighs burned from the work of moving yourself up and down without his help. Without so much as a supportive hand on your waist. He knew he was being a little mean to you today. But how was he supposed to resist when you looked so pitiful and hopeless as the ache in your body began to overtake any pleasure you were able to give yourself.

You were never able to fuck yourself as good as he could, after all.

Just as your pace started to slow, your morale plummeted when all he did was stare blankly at you – as if you weren’t even there. As if he wasn’t even feeling any pleasure from your walls squeezing and drooling around him…

“What’s wrong?” he teases, faux disappointment apparent in his tone, the first thing he’s said since he pulled you into his lap telling you to ride him, “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already, hm? But you were doing so well.”

Your pace falters immediately and you drop down onto his lap a little too hard, making him bump your cervix. You whine and wince, the deep ache not at all pleasurable.

Blade can’t keep up the cruel façade he’d been tormenting you with in that moment. His hands leave from where they had been laid across the back of the couch and quickly grabs your waist, jerking you up further so he’s not buried as deep in you anymore. You let out a little breath of relief when he’s not pressing painfully against your cervix any longer.

He hums softly, keeping his hands on your waist. His thumbs stroke against your soft skin and he tilts his head to the side as you stare at him with wide, affectionate eyes.

“Look how cute you are...do you like being praised that much?” he asks, smirking when you eagerly nod your head, placing your hands on his shoulders for balance before you begin eagerly fucking yourself on his cock again – with renewed vigor. He lets himself groan at the feeling, head falling back against the couch, “That’s perfect. You’re doing so good now, look at you. Keep going, make us come.”

Your orgasm washes over your suddenly and violently. He almost lets his mask slip at the shock of having you cum so suddenly. He grips your hips and forces you to grind against him through your high, your head falling back as your entire body twitches through the high. You almost lose your balance, teetering backwards on his lap before he cups to back of your head and pulls you to his chest, letting his cock pop free before you settle against him, panting and trembling.

“Did you cum from me praising you?” he asks, raising a brow when you nod your head shyly, “Well...isn’t that just precious?”

He bares his teeth and with a surprising show of strength, he flips you over and pins you by your throat against the cough, eagerly stuffing his cock back into you. You’re so sensitive that having him back inside you suddenly makes your thighs jump, attempting to push him out. But he lays his body flush against yours, chest to chest as he slowly begins to work his hips against yours.

“Be good and cum for me again, yeah?”

You sob and with a few more thrusts and whispered praises, you’re seizing around him again. He glances between the two of you, seeing the sticky, creamy mess you’ve made against him that sticks to him in messy strings.

“You’re so pathetic,” he sneers, “Cumming like that all over me. You’re lucky you’re so fucking cute.”

cw: size kink, reassurance, soft!welt. spit as lube, a lil pain

! WELT — reassuring praises when you struggle to take him

The tears in your eyes made his heart ache – especially because he knew he was the cause of your pain. He was just too big, a little too long to nestle comfortably within you and too wide to avoid that burning, stinging pain that came with being stretched far past your limits.

Your hands shoot out suddenly, pressing against his chest to stop him from moving any closer. He could feel your walls twitching and struggling to open up around him.

“T-Too much!” you whine, voice tight and slurred.

He sighs and pulls back, the feeling of his cock pulling out leaves you winded but you relax against the bed when he sits back on his heels. His hands gently hold you beneath the knees, keeping you spread open for him as he waits for you to catch your breath.

“Would you like to stop for the night?” he asks, no hint of irritation or impatience to be found in his voice.

It wasn’t like this was uncommon. There had been plenty of nights where it had just been too much to take him and you both found other ways to get off. He didn’t mind it, he understood that sometimes it hurt more than it felt good. He was patient and understanding, always making sure to put your comfort before his pleasure.

But you shook your head, a sheen of sweat covering your body, “N-No…want you, Welt. Please, l-let’s try again.”

He sighs softly, pretending like he doesn’t feel his cock throbbing at you whining for him. You didn’t want to go to sleep tonight without that soreness between your thighs. You knew once you got over the pain of being stretched, once you got used to him, it would feel incredible and you would be able to cum around him as much as you needed. That’s what you wanted tonight and you weren’t going to give up like you had the last few nights.

He reached over to the bedside table, and you whined, shaking your head.

“W-We’re out…” you mumble, knowing he was going for the lube the two of you kept stashed away.

Hearing this, he sighed again and sat back, gripping you beneath the knees before tugging you closer. You squeaked when you found your lower half perched up on his thighs, leaving you completely open and exposed to his piercing gaze.

His thumbs spread your folds apart, giving him a perfect view of your drooling little hole and swollen, throbbing clit that he feels he’s neglected for far too long.

He puckers his lips and you almost moan out loud when he spits noisily onto your cunt. He does it twice before gripping his cock, using the head to smear his spit around before he’s carefully pushing in once more.

You whine, grappling onto the sheets as he ever so carefully inches in. He’d already stretched you a bit from his attempt to penetrate you earlier so it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been.

Still, the burning sting was as present as ever and you couldn’t help but cry out as he reached halfway.

“Sh-Shh…” he breathes, brows furrowed in concentration as he works you wide open, “Y-You’re doing so well. Slowly…” he whispers the last thing, mostly to himself as the pleasure of your warm, wet walls wraps snug around him, “Good job. J-Just a little more…be good for me…”

Despite the way you squirmed and whined, trying to run from the overwhelming sensation of being fucked open, he didn’t stop until he was buried as deep as he could go. If you wanted it so bad, then who was he to deny you?

As he carefully worked you open, he stroked your hard clit with a rough thumb. Your thighs jump at the stimulation and you whine, wide eyes finding his stern gaze.

“W-Welt...” you gasp, biting your lip as you find your orgasm creeping up on you. You knew what was coming -- the tactic he resorted to when he was particularly resolute in getting his cock inside you.

He grunted softly at the call of his name, gaze focusing back on the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing down a cock far too big for you. Your clit was slippery and hard under his touch, painfully neglected in favor of stretching you open with his fingers earlier during foreplay.

He always felt a little bad leaving such a pretty little part of you without attention. Perhaps he should do it more because the way it had you squeezing around him made your walls suck him in much easier.

And as you finally came around him, allowing him to reach the deepest part of you, he watched and felt as your pretty clit twitched under his thumb with every spasm of your walls through your orgasm.

He was truly enamored with you.

cw: shy!dan heng, possessive!dan heng?, love making tbh

! DAN HENG — shy, sweet praises whispered for you and you alone

You were in his room, on the little futon he had set up right there in the archive. What had turned into a sweet little session of spending time together morphed into sharing sweet kisses. Those kisses became more and more heated until you were practically teary eyed and grabbing his wrist to shove his hand into your wet little panties. His fingers eagerly played with you, stroking the firm bud of your clit and working your walls open to prepare you to take him.

You were just so sweet for him, how was he supposed to deny you when you wanted him so earnestly?

His body was draped over yours, your legs wrapped snug around his lithe waist. One hand was laced with yours as he slowly rocked in and out of you. You were so wet, noisy squelching noises accompanying his movements. The sound was so lewd that he felt his cheeks heating up. The thought that he was the reason you were so worked up was enough to make his head swim.

He leaned down, catching your lips in a sweet kiss. You whined into his mouth, wrapping your feet arm around his neck to tangle in his soft, dark hair. He gasped at the taste of you on his tongue when you eagerly licked into his mouth.

“D-Dan Heng…” you whisper, tossing your head back when he touched that sweet little spot within your walls, “Oh please, I-I wanna cum.”

He nods, his cheeks burning hot at the feeling of you clinging so sweetly to him. It brought out a soft, protective side of him when you let your walls down in this most vulnerable of moments with him. Your cute little voice as you begged for him to give you pleasure. He was purely and completely enamored by you.

“Y-You can…” he whispered, wincing when he heard how his own voice wobbled, betraying just how flustered you had him, “W-Whenever you want. However much you need.”

You just whine softly, blunt nails biting into his shoulder blade. He winces at the feeling but doesn’t make any moves to stop you – he would proudly wear any marks you left on him in this moment with pride.

The fact he was here with you, sharing this precious, intimate time together was enough to make his heart race. He was so in love with you. Completely overtaken by everything that was you. He had your face buried in his neck, your fingers laced between his, your arm wrapped around him to keep him as close as possible, and he was buried in your body as deep as he could possibly be.

Everything about this moment was to be cherished and if he could take a mental snapshot of how you looked he would. You were something to be worshipped in his head. The only one to get past his highly built walls. The only one he would ever allow himself to have in this special way.

“N-need you to make me cum!” you whine, thighs twitching around his waist as he slammed into you harder than he intended at those words. He bumped your cervix, making you wince but he carefully kissed your forehead in apology.

He swallowed around the lump in his throat and adjusted his stance on his knees, making sure to grind against you with every deep thrust he delivered, catching that swollen, neglected little clit in a way that had your eyes rolling back and your cunt creaming eagerly.

He loved that the most, seeing the way your body so clearly responded to him. He liked to imagine that you could never make yourself drool and gush the way he could -- though he would never gain the courage to actually ask. For now, he was content with believing that he had the biggest effect on your body; the only one who could have that pretty ring of milky white wrapped around him.

The squelching of your pussy got louder and louder the closer you got, drooling messily around him to let him know just how close you were – as if he couldn’t feel how tightly you clenched and spasmed around him. Little, sticky strings stuck hos his thighs and hips, breaking away every time he pulled back only to reappear when he stuffed himself back inside you.

“G-Good…” he breathes, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it, “You’re doing so good. Go on, let go for me. I-I’m right here. Be good for me, sweetheart.”

You come around him with a loud cry that has him quickly slapping his hand over your mouth so no one would hear. This moment was for the two of you and you alone. He wouldn’t let anyone be a part of it.

cw: mating press, mean!luocha, lots of clit attention smh i am who i am, little one as a pet name, dacryphilia

! LUOCHA — teasing, condescending praises that make your eyes teary and your cheeks hot

“Oh what’s the matter, little one?” he coos, tone dripping with condescension. It makes you want to curl up and hide away. You would if your lover didn’t have you beautifully pinned down with your knees against your chest. His cock was buried as deep, to the base with his balls firmly pressed against your ass.

He wasn’t moving, however. Completely stationary as your pretty pussy sat stretched and stuffed with him.

“You must tell me what you want before I can give it to you,” he says, pretty, blonde locks framing his face perfectly with the light behind him making it look like he had a halo.

He was truly a thing of beauty. Coincidentally, he thought the same as you as you laid beneath him completely naked and vulnerable with an open, drooling little cunt wrapped around him making a mess of everything around it.

“P-Please!” you beg softly, tearily staring up at your lover.

He cocked his head to the side and grinned, a teasing, cruel little smile that sent shivers down your spine.

“Please what?” he asks and you practically sob.

“M-Make me feel good!” you cry in frustration.

He felt so big and hot inside, twitching you filling you so well. But he wasn’t moving. Wasn’t giving you what you needed. Instead, he played dumb and acted like he didn’t know how to make you cum your brains out night after night.

“Oh! Well why didn’t you say so?”

You sigh in relief at his words, thinking he was finally going to properly fuck you. But instead, all you felt was a firm thumb pressing down on your clit. Your legs twitched and your toes curled as he slowly worked the bud under his finger, the hard little bud slippery and so sensitive as he strokes it with practiced precision.

“L-Luocha!” you wail, eyes rolling back in your head.

The feeling of simply being speared open on his fat, heavy cock while he worked your tender little clit to orgasm was mind numbing. Luocha felt dizzy – he could feel your walls flexing and drooling around him as he carefully played with your clit.

“What is it, hm?” he coos, meanly tapping the bud with his thumb to make your body twitch. It was like he was playing with you like you were just a little toy, “Isn’t this what you asked for? For me to make you feel good? And it does feel so good doesn’t it? Go on, tell me.”

Tears drip down the side of your face as you mindlessly nod, wanting so badly to squirm to stir that precious cock inside you just a little but he had you completely pinned at his mercy.

“Feels so good! Oh, it feels good, Luocha! I-I’ll cum! Please make me cum!”

“Ah,” he sighs happily, “That’s my good little darling. You know how to behave so well don’t you? So good for me. Go on, cum for me. Make me proud and I might just make you cum again…all over my cock.”

His words set you off and before you knew it, you were wailing his name and twitching beautifully on the bed as you covered him in sticky cum. His mouth fell open, unable to hold himself back from moaning as he watched you lose yourself so sweetly all from him playing with your pretty little clit.

“Oh, you are such a perfect little thing for me.”

@xiax // do not modify or repost.

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crushmeeren · 7 months

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SFW & NSFW Bakugou Headcannons

Everyone involved in this fic is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if you aren’t into this

Note; These are Random SFW & NSFW Bakugou headcannons that exist to me 😫 sometimes I can’t stop thinking about Bakugou and the things he may do. I needed to just get them out even if it isn’t a one shot. Please enjoy these with me 💥 Also, these were only a few, I had a lot more but didn’t wanna make it too cluttered

Warnings; making out, pussy eating, hickies, choking, bit of dirty talk/praise, not so vanilla vaginal sex/anal sex, aftercare

Another note; I may have gone a bit overboard with this… anywho I really really liked writing this, just something to post in between my one shots, I could write more for him as well as other characters, feel free to suggest one! 💕

If this gets 1,000 notes I’m gonna shit myself

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Katsuki who constantly paints his nails black and has piercings lining from the lobes all the way up on both sides of his ears, plus a tragus on the left and a daith on the right (black and silver jewelry only)

Katsuki who also has a damn eyebrow piercing, who also has tattoos all over his arms and chest (mostly black & gray), it all, unsurprisingly, makes you drool

Katsuki who is actually left handed, who places his right hand on the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he drives because he always wants to touch you (the fucker squeezes a bit too hard when someone cuts him off, road rage for real with him)

Katsuki who only listens to Japanese rock and heavy metal at full fucking volume, who rolls the windows down during summer and blasts it while you drive down the highway (but you love the music too, so you digress)

Katsuki who religiously wears all black, who loves Doc Martens and Vans, who has an unbearable amount of SiM band T-shirts (which you steal, but he doesn’t mind)

Katsuki who plays the drums and learns your favorite rock song just so he can play it for you (spoiler- you cry)

Katsuki who says fuck almost every other word (but so do you)

Katsuki who introduces you to Eijirou & Denki, who become some of your closest & best friends (you’re so grateful for this, you love those idiots, they’re at your house often)

Kastuki who flushes a soft peachy color to the tips of ears the first time you call him Katsuki

Katsuki who bakes you any desert you want, whenever you want, who always makes you dinner (it’s like an orgasm in your mouth)

Katsuki who encouraged you to get into fitness in the first place, who has supported you every step of the way, who loves you no matter what you look like, but wanted to share his passion of working out with you (Eijirou is often there with you)

Katsuki who helped you learn how to love yourself, who has always been your weight lifting/running buddy (you complain, but now you secretly love going to the gym with him. Plus Bakugou in gym clothes? Dear god.)

Katsuki who pushes you outside your comfort zone, who is stern but that’s what you need to stay focused

Katsuki who can tell when you’re getting overstimulated at the grocery store, so he moves as fast as he can, giving anyone around you the bitchiest look he can manage, while holding your hand and whispering sweet words to you

Katsuki who loves you unconditionally, who you trust wholeheartedly, who is your best friend, who you want to spend the rest of your life with, and he feels the exact same way

💥Little Warning, the NSWF part is below this 💥

Katsuki who fucking loves making out, who gets warm shivers, cock throbbing when you lick behind his teeth and over the roof of his mouth

Katsuki who sucks your soft nipples into his mouth one at a time, who likes to tease you, giving you the erotic view of his warm tongue swirling around one, sucking with plush lips, who bites and pulls making your skull dig into the pillow

Katsuki who sharply bites hickies into the underside of your tits, dull teeth making your skin ache, forcing you to squeal as he liters you with bruises

Katsuki whose voice is gravelly and low when he whispers to you that you’re his needy little bitch and his sweet girl in the same goddamn sentence (you think you could cum just from his nasty mouth)

Katsuki who wraps his pretty lips around your clit making you see stars, sucking gently, who slips his middle two fingers into your slick pussy and swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud until your dripping, badly aching for his cock

Katsuki who gets you so motherfucking wet his thick cock slides in all the way in at once, curly blonde pubes brushing your clit, who sends heat flaring up your spine, out to your limbs as you feel every inch of his dick slide in and out

Katsuki who bites roughly at your calf (he really loves biting you), who leaves teeth marks near your ankle bone as he wraps his fingers around one leg, hooking your knee over his shoulder as he folds you in half

Katsuki who lets you wear his fingers as a necklace, squeezing the sides just right, so you feel dizzy, lightheaded with pleasure when he makes you cum like that

Katsuki who gets so sweaty during sex you watch as it drips down the side of his face, down his neck, who laughs, making you feel filthy when you can’t resist the urge to sit up and lick the liquid from the hollow of his throat

Katsuki who actually fucking loves anal because your ass sucks his cock in just right, who fucks you from behind while he stretches your ass open (little bit of double penetration with his fingers, it’s so damn good)

Katsuki who lets you guide his cock slowly into your ass, panting, whining, growling about how hard it is not to flex his cock so he doesn’t rip you in half

Katsuki who lets out high pitched whines/moans when he starts to really fuck your tight ass, who pushes down on your upper back, nails digging in, forcing you into the mattress

Katsuki who fucks your ass so well your fingers almost rip the sheets, who has you screaming Katsuki! so loud you muffle your shouts in the mattress, whose hips bounce off your ass so hard it turns your skin red

Katsuki who nails your sweet spot through your ass, who makes you makes you cum so hard you get chills, who makes you scream out that you can’t take it (but you can and he knows, your safe word is dragonfruit after all)

Katsuki who is so mean, gripping your hips so tightly, pulling you back into his thrusts, who speaks condescendingly when he asks you where the fuck you think you’re going, because he knows you can take his thick cock, cuz you’re his good little girl

Katsuki who fills your ass, your pussy, cums anywhere he fucking wants because he can, covering you in thick, warm ribbons of his release

Katsuki who cleans you up after, who helps you get dressed, who trades sweet kisses with you in the dark as he holds you until you pass out, head resting on his chest as he snores softly

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hees-mine · 8 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐱! - 𝐋.𝐡𝐬

𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠 ⚥ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, public sex, teasing, orgasm denial, fluff.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 🐈 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

You don’t know why your boyfriend thought it’d be a good idea to finger you under the table at the restaurant you all were at, and not only that, you were with your family.

Thank goodness you were closest to the window so the other people in the restaurant couldn’t see you, but you still had to look your parents in the face while your boyfriend ran his warm fingers through your drenched folds. “So heeseung, when do you plan on marrying our daughter?” your dad suddenly asks out of nowhere and gets scolded by your mom, but heeseung has no problems answering his questions.

He lowers his head slightly, a small chuckle coming from his lips. “Really soon.” he turns to look at you, sticking his middle finger inside you alongside his index finger. “Right, sweetheart?” You do your best to hide your gasps by clearing your throat softly.

“Uhh yeah, right, we were uhh just talking about it,” he smiles, nodding at you while you try your best not to make any sounds.

“I really, really am so in love with your daughter,” he says to both your parents as your mother coos at his cuteness, not knowing what was going on under the table. “It’s like even when I’m next to her, I just can’t be close enough” he rubs the heel of his palm on your throbbing clit. “She’s truly my other half.”

Your father nods approvingly. “She better be,” he warns, but heeseung just smiles in return.

“Don’t worry, sir, she’s in good hands.” His words, combined with the way he was rubbing you, made it hard to hold in your soft moans. “Isn’t that right, my love?”

“He’s so charming,” your mother squeals in excitement.

“Yes, Hee,” you whimper, and your parents seem oblivious to the suspicious noise you just made, or maybe they were too engrossed in their dinner to notice.

Heeseung looked at you, a small smirk on his lips as He curled his fingers up, massaging your spot just right.

You shook your head back and forth, signaling for him to stop, but he didn’t instead, he increased the pace of his fingers, and you immediately grabbed a napkin to cover your pleasured face as your walls squeezed his fingers.

He leaned into your side, kissing your cheek and discreetly whispering in your ear. “Baby, if you get any wetter, the whole restaurant will hear just how fucking soaked you are for me” You clench around his fingers again, completely helpless to the feeling of him, and at this point, you didn’t care if the whole world heard you you just wanted to cum on his fingers so badly.

You can’t believe he thought this was perfectly okay. You were literally hanging on by a thread, and right before you could cum he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty as he brought his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them. “Oh boy, your food must be really good,” your mom says when she sees him sucking his fingers completely clean, not knowing it was actually your arousal he was eating off his fingers.

“Yes, mam, so good” You were a mess, face flushed, breath uneven, doing your best not to make a fool out of yourself in front of your parents, all while he was smiling and carrying on like nothing happened and on top of his shenanigans he didn’t even make you cum.

Two can play that game, though, so you slipped off your high heel, rubbing your foot along his leg, making him stutter while he talked to your dad about something you weren’t paying attention to.

He silently pushed your leg away from his continuing on, and that’s when you decided to put your next plan in motion, boldly placing your hand on his crotch. “Ahh fuc-“ his eyes went wide, and he quickly tried to cover up his sounds by clearing his throat.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, but you aren’t about to give in cause this is what he gets for teasing you first. “Baby!” He whispers, but you don’t listen and opt to squeeze him through his dress pants. “Mmhm,” he bucks his hips up involuntarily, pressing his growing cock against you.

“You okay, son?” Your dad asks.

“Y-yes, sir.” You brush your hand over his tip, knowing that would drive him crazy cause it always did. “J-just if you’ll both Uhh excuse me, I’ll head to the restroom.” your father gives him a nod before heeseung disappears. He looks back at you and signals for you to follow him.

You wait for a few minutes so your parents won’t think anything suspicious is happening, and your mom gives you the perfect opportunity for clearance. “Dear, he's been in there for a while. Maybe you should check up on him,”

“Yes, Mom,” you smile, excusing yourself to go find heeseung in the bathroom.

“What the fuck was that?” He whisper shouts.

“Nothing,” you say playfully.

“Nothing, my ass. Why would you do that, baby? You know how loud I get,” he whines.

“A little payback,” you shrug.

“Fair enough, but baby, look, I’m so fucking hard” There’s no denying that if anyone saw him, they’d think he had a snake in his pants.

“That’s what you get for being a tease,” you taunt.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry for that, but please, you have to help me out here please” You watch him practically hump the air for some type of relief, and he looked so hot when he was needy there’s no way you could or would ever say no to him.

“Today's your lucky day,” you tell him with a smile.

“Thank you,” he sighs, placing his hand on the bottom of your short skirt. Bunching it up, he swiftly pulls your panties down just enough to have clearance to your pussy.

His hands were shaking in anticipation as he tried to undo his belt. You couldn’t help but laugh a little before helping him with his belt and zipper. “Thanks,” he whispers shyly, resting his forehead on yours while you help him out of his bottoms and free his hard cock.

Moaning at the sight of his cock you let him take control, his hand going to the small of your waist, the other guiding his length to your awaiting hole.

He pushes in without hesitation cock sliding in your walls perfectly from how well he’d stretched you open at the dinner table.

Once he’s fully inside, he places his hand on the back of your head, slowly thrusting up inside you. “Oh, Heeseung,” you moan at the feeling of finally being stuffed full of his long thick cock.

He drowns out your soft moans and his occasional grunts by connecting his lips with yours, tongues tangled and sharing saliva between deep, heavy breaths.

The standing position is not ideal, but right now, you couldn’t ask for more his cock filled you up so nicely that you could care less. “Fuck” he mumbles, his words getting lost in your mouth as you swirl your tongues together. “Mhhm baby,” he whimpers when you bite down on his tongue, and you feel his cock twitch at the simple but effective action. “You’re so fucking tight around me” he grips your hair, pulling on it lightly, his tip hitting all the right spots inside you.

“Don’t ever make me wait this long again,” you scold him in between messy kisses, legs feeling like jelly as you opt to wrap one around his waist for stability. “Thought I was gonna lose my mind.”

“Sorry baby, I won’t.” he swallows your moans, replacing them with deep grunts of his own as he strokes your walls deeply.

He wished it could last longer, but he knew your parents would be waiting, so he withdrew his fingers from your messy hair to rub your clit, knowing the exact pace to have you coming undone in seconds.

“Fuck yes, hee” You squeezed his biceps, sucking in a breath as that fuzzy feeling expanded in your stomach, and you cum in record time.

“Feels so good,” he breathes on your lips. You moan in agreement as he rubs out your orgasm, your walls violently clenching his dick. “Yeah, baby,” he pants in your mouth, his hips stuttering, sweat forming on his hairline as he thrusts up two three more times and stills deep within your heat, releasing his warm semen with a low growl. “Fuck me,” he huffs out a breath, your head falling on his shoulder as he laughs softly, eyes falling shut as he basks in the feeling.

He kisses your neck, allowing you both some time to recover. “That was so good, hee,” you laugh, still a bit breathless from his performance.

“Hmm, it was. So glad you liked it as much as I did.” He smooches your lips softly, getting lost in your eyes and forgetting all about your parents waiting outside.

“Hee, I hate to ruin the moment, but we’ve been gone for some time,” you laugh and push him off your shoulder.

“Fuck you’re right. I’m sorry.” he scrambles for tissues after he pulls out, cleaning you to the best of his abilities with what little they had in the bathroom.

You watch him with a fond smile as he helps you fix your hair and your dress. “Okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I think we’re good.”

“Hee?” you try your best to hold in your laugh.

“Let’s go, baby, come on, they’re waiting.” he grabs your hand, walking you towards the door.

“Your pants,” you say finally, and you can’t help the loud laugh you let out at the look of realization on his face as he blushes and finally pulls his pants up.

“Thanks,” he muttered in embarrassment.

“I love you,” you smiled, stroking his cheek fondly.

“Love you too,” he smiles, grabbing your hand again and exiting the bathroom. You’d both have to come up with a convincing story to tell your parents, or maybe you’d let your boyfriend charm his way out of this one.

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soft-mafia · 8 months

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Risky [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, sex in a public area, risky sex, cream pie, squirting, Buggy being horny

a/n: I just realized I’m making a lot of smut posts. I need help I’m too obsessed with Buggy😭 the plot is kind of sloppy but I really wanted to write some smut so sorry about that lolllll

Buggy had no idea what was wrong with him today. He had locked himself in his office, he lost count of how many times he had came, jacking off for hours at the thought of you.

When a crew member knocked on his door they were met with nothing but harsh curses and shouts from him; not knowing that their captain had been rubbing one out into a rag. His jaw clenched, teeth grit tightly as he tried to conceal his grunts and groans. He was huffing like a damn dog thinking of Y/n.

Maybe it was the lack of actual sex over the past few days that got Buggy so riled up, they’ve just been so busy setting everything up as soon as they got back to bed they both just tuckered out.. but damn why the fuck was he so horny now?!

After what seemed to be his 5th cum of the day, Buggy came out of his quarters, his makeup smeared, and he looked a bit disheveled. He put his hair up into a ponytail as he walked to the green room, going to see what his girlfriend was up to. She preferred to work back stage and behind the scenes, mainly on the contraptions and the lighting.. much to Buggy’s disappointment— he would love for her to be another accessory to his acts, not take up the entire spot light, but.. serve as some kind of eye candy for the audience.

With the way she bent and moved for him she could easily be a good contortionist.. fuck he was hard again.

Buggy’s muscles tensed as he saw Y/n talking to Mohji. The blue haired man seemed to physically restrain himself from grabbing Y/n and dragging her off somewhere to get some sex.

“Stop letting Richie come in here— we can’t use these lights anymore because he chewed them all up, and he pissed on the costume wigs.” Y/n said as she chewed out the beast tamer. As much as she was an animal lover, working with Richie was… a chore to say the least, but it was mainly to blame on Mohji for his poor animal management skills. “Y/n.” Buggy grunted out as he walked over to her, standing at her side and putting a hand on her waist, “Are you busy?” He asked, his voice a bit lower and gruffer than usual.

“Umm.. not right now, no.” She said, looking up at him. Buggy then turned to Mohji and made a tilting motion with his head, that told the man to ‘get the fuck out’, which he quickly obeyed.

“Are you ok?” Y/n looked up at Buggy, noticing his smudged makeup and how slightly sweaty he was. He smelled a bit muskier than usual, and he hadn’t covered his scent with cologne like he usually would. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Buggy said under his breath, his hands roaming all over her body now that they were alone, which she noticed. Buggy shuffled closer to her, pressing his body against her side as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you so bad.” He growled. Y/n could feel his boner pressing into her hip, his hands squeezed at her sides.

“Buggy..” Y/n whispered, biting her bottom lip, “Wait not in here—”

“I don’t care, I really don’t give a shit.” Buggy grumbled and looked around, trying to find a closet or something, “We haven’t fucked in a good week, I need this.” He huffed, then slapped Y/n’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Y/n yelped and blushed at that action, pouting at Buggy before she pulled away and walked over to the large crate wagon that the crew just used to haul a bunch of props covered with a huge tarp, “Here, we can take some of this stuff off.” Y/n said, moving some of the props out and to the side. Buggy rushed to her side, throwing off some stuff as well; god he felt desperate.. I mean yeah he fucked Y/n like it was a hobby but he was literally throwing things so he could get some pussy.

After they had gotten most of the stuff off and made some room, Buggy picked Y/n up, making her squeak before he laid her down on her back, immediately getting on top of her and throwing that blanket over the both of them. “B-Buggy..” Y/n whispered, looking down and seeing Buggy’s rock hard boner press against her crotch.

Truth be told she wasn’t as pent up as Buggy was.. she had been so focused on making all of his shows perfect for him, sex wasn’t the first thing on her mind— but now that she was pinned down like this, she was starting to feel that same heat.

Buggy yanked her shorts down below her hips, sitting on his knees before grabbing her ankles and pulling her shorts and panties off completely and dropping them to the side. However, he took her panties and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning, “Fuck that’s good..” he growled.

Y/n blushed, already sweating from the enclosed space, Buggy’s heat radiating off of his body. He tossed her panties on top of her shorts before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She watched him with eager eyes; she didn’t know why but she found it so attractive watching Buggy get his cock out, the way his forearms and muscles flexed with each movement, jerking his belt until it was open so he could get his throbbing, sensitive dick out.

He was already so sensitive from how much he had been jacking off.. the fabric of his boxers squeezing on his boner had nearly brought him to his knees as soon as he walked in here.

His hard cock bobbed upon being freed from his underwear, he groaned and jerked it a bit, making it leak a little pre. Y/n reached down between her legs to grasp at it, wrapping her hand around his length and rubbing it with him. “Yeah, that’s it baby..” he grunted, his abs already clenching at the feeling.

He hunched over her, one hand keeping his balance and the other held onto her hip as he started to guide his penis into her cunt, his tip swiped against her wet clit a few times before he slid in; eliciting moans and groans from the both of them. Y/n’s arms wrapped around Buggy’s neck, whimpering and mewling like a kitten just how he liked it, her pussy twitched around his cock, struggling to take him after so long without a good fucking.

Y/n squirmed, making Buggy squeeze her hip, “Take it.” He growled as he began to thrust; he was rough like always, but there was more force behind it this time, more desperation on his end. “B-Buggy..!” Y/n whimpered, trying to be as quiet as possible. Buggy was not trying to be as careful as she was, grunting and growling like a beast as he plowed into her like they haven’t fucked in decades. “Mmm..~ Buggy..~” Y/n moaned softly again, making Buggy’s cock throb inside of her, urging him to thrust even more; it felt so good.. hearing her say his name while he was going in, balls deep. Fuck.

The hand on her hip slid up to rest at the side of her neck, gently squeezing before he tilted his head and gave her a rough kiss, groaning into her mouth. His hips slammed against her crotch in a rough, rhythmic motion, growling and snarling, probably drooling all over the poor girl. He was a fucking mess.

Though the stubble scraping across her skin made her feel a little itchy, the burning sensation of pleasure from Buggy hitting her cervix easily overpowered the stubble itching. With the way Buggy was fucking into her she was not going to be able to walk properly for days, again.

Buggy’s groans and growls got louder and rougher, he moved his lips down to the nape of her neck and began attacking it savagely, sucking and licking at the skin, the sensation made Y/n let out a loud mewl, her legs wrapping around his torso as his movements sped up.

Both of his hands moved down to cup the sides of her ass, squeezing it as he continued ravaging her. Y/n gasped, her walls fluttering and twitching around him as she came, squirting lightly due to the sensation, “A-Ah~!!” She moaned.

“I’m close baby, I’m so fucking close.” Buggy grunted, squeezing her ass harder and slamming his hips into her even rougher, making her jolt and whine. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed into her, coating her walls with milky cum. They were both panting and moaning heavily. Buggy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his muscles were twitching; this was what he needed.

He threw the tarp off the both of them, the cold air instantly hitting their warm, sweaty skins. Y/n was still panting hard, an arm folded over her torso as she leaned her head back. Buggy sat on his knees, still deep inside of her as his cum leaked out around his cock. He smirked and let out a breathy laugh, “You’re so fucking hot.” He panted as he rubbed Y/n’s side. “Yeah I feel fucking hot. Jeez.” Y/n groaned, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at Buggy’s cock still inside of her, that dark blue tuft of hair down below that trailed up, fading out slightly below his belly button.

Buggy pulled out, then moaned lightly as he watched his cum leak out of his girlfriend’s pussy. He lifted her thigh up slightly to spread her wider and get a better view. “Wait- stop, it’s gonna spill everywhere.” Y/n grumbled and attempted to close her legs, Buggy kept them spread wide though. “It’s fine I’ll clean it up, babe.” He whispered, watching her pussy leak until it was all out.

After getting cleaned up and putting all of the props back, Buggy watched as Y/n put her panties and shorts back on. He eyed her up, finding her body so god damn attractive.. he walked over to her once she was finished and put his hands on her waist, “Hey, you hungry? There’s a buffet down town in this area and I’ve been meaning to take you there.” He said, hands moving over her body, over her belly button then resting at her sides again.

Y/n smiled and looked up at him from behind, “Yeah, sure!”

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astarionmademewriteit · 7 months

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Mission: Chaos

Astarion (Unascended) x (unnamed) f!reader/tav

Rating: Explicit

MDNI. 18+ ONLY. Blank bios will be blocked.

Wordcount: 5.6k

Tags: Smut; Sorta Act 3 spoilers but not really; Blood, gore and graphic violence; Oral sex (Male receiving); Tav is switch-coded; Mostly adventure; some cute lil fluff

Summary: Astarion and Tav are tasked with a mission only two rogues could accomplish. The looming danger sparks a heated moment. The pair continue to unleash chaos in their wake.

Part Two

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I exited my tent at nearly the same time as Astarion stepped out of his. We look each other over, admiring our matching black tactical outfits. Our hoods were drawn, shrouding most of our facial features. Astarion had his matching daggers fastened to his hips and bow fastened to his back, while I had my twin scimitars crossed against mine.

I take in the way his muscular frame is outlined by the fitted armor–the various golden buckles and straps only adding to his lithe elegance.

He flashes me a sharp toothy smile that nearly stops my heart, “Are you ready, my love?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I sigh. I turn to the rest of the camp, our companions watching us patiently.

“Hells, that’s adorable,” Karlach laughs, her eyes aflame with delight and perhaps a hint of jealousy, “We should all get matching gear.”

Astarion chuckles and flourishes his hand through the air waving off her comment, “Please,” he breathes, “Not everyone can look this good.”

I roll my eyes playfully and turn back to the group. Gale steps forward, “Okay, you two. Do you remember the plan?”

Astarion rolls his eyes, clearly tired of having to recite the plan for the umpteenth time just to soothe Gale’s obvious dissatisfaction at being left behind. “By the nine hells, yes Gale,” Astarions says his name with unfiltered disdain, “Remember, Tav and I are the most capable individuals for this mission. The last thing we need is a wizard lumbering about and slowing us down.” He crosses his arms over his chest and frowns, clearly irritated with Gale’s questioning.

Gale plays it off cooly, throwing his hands in the air and backing away, “Just be careful and stay imperceptible. Minimal casualties and all that.”

I nod my head before grabbing Astarion by the arm and pulling him after me, ready to be done with the tense conversation.

This mission was a departure from our usual. We were never really the group to plan things out in advance, and our best laid plans usually entailed stomping into the middle of enemy territory and taking them out by sheer force of will. No, this mission was entirely different. It was a reconnaissance. We sought information–information that would surely aid us in beating the Absolute.

There was an unsuspecting enemy fortress in the lower city, crawling with a faction of Absolutists. It was rumored that there was information related to the Grand Design inside the heavily guarded stronghold. Information regarding the crown of Karsus, blueprints and maps revealing the location of the brain, and relevant information related to the Illithids were also rumored to be residing somewhere behind those looming walls.

As the only two rogues in our merry band of misfits, Astarion and I were the best chance we had at infiltrating and obtaining that information and walking out completely unscathed.

We enter the lower city, our long strides and unbreakable determination keep us moving forward. While I am deep in thought, recounting each step of the plan over and over again until it is etched into my brain, Astarion slips his hand through mine and squeezes it softly.

I look up at him pleasantly surprised by the small affection. It warmed my heart to know that he was comfortable with me in such a manner. After everything we’ve been through, and after everything he has had to endure, small affections like this show me that I make him feel safe enough to express his true feelings.

“Nervous?” I ask, raising an eyebrow playfully. I squeeze his hand back as we round a corner. The streets of Baldur’s Gate are bustling, even at night. Street merchants shout at passersby hoping to entice a drunk patron with deep pockets. The taverns lining the street are practically bursting at the seams, loud music spilling from their thresholds and backdropped by the low murmur of drunk customers seeking temporary refuge from reality.

“Ha!” Astarion laughs exuberantly, “Darling, a magnificent and deadly creature such as myself doesn’t get nervous! However, you looked like you needed some comfort,” He pulls his hand from mine and drapes his arm over my shoulders, pulling me in close. I try to stifle the stupid grin on my face, but I’m unsuccessful in my pursuit to remain cool and collected.

I glance at him and, despite his words, he does look concerned. “As long as we watch each other’s back, we will be fine,” I murmur, wanting nothing more than to soothe his worries and smooth the creases in his forehead that appeared as his brows knit together with concern.

He peers down at me, his bright vermillion eyes searching mine, looking for some form of respite, “Just like old times,” he amends. I flash him a sly smile and lean my head into his shoulder as we continue walking towards our destination. His scent engulfs me completely and adds to the growing comfort.

The stronghold grows larger as we approach its imposing presence. We untangle from our embrace and fall to the shadows, walking the perimeter of the building, being careful to avoid the sentry’s posted at every entrance and window. We round the last corner to the back of the fortress and eye the cellar entrance–two swordsmen posted outside the door with bored expressions painted across their empty faces.

Astarion leans over to consult me on our plan but I’m already stumbling out of the shadows, tripping over my feet and slurring my words, waving in their direction, “S’cuse me sirs, where the bloody hells is Elfshong taverns?” My drunk performance eases the tension between the guards and I can hear Astarion hissing a string of expletives from the shadows. I try not to break character, but getting under his skin was entertaining.

“Ma’am, this area is off limits,” they say as they approach.

I trip over my own feet and fall to the ground, letting a drunk giggle escape my lips. The men rush to my side to lend a hand. I look up at the guard and reach for his hand. As soon as I make contact, I yank him down closer and the flash of my scimitar is the last thing the guard sees before the edge slices across the soft flesh of his throat. Blood sprays through the air and before it can settle Astarion is at my side, burying the dagger in the heart of the second guard.

“Bloody hells, darling,” he says exasperated, already pulling his attention away from the corpses, “warn me before you do something like that again.” He laughs breathily, obviously roused by my efficacy.

I smile up at him–blood spray painting my face, “Careful my love, you almost sound impressed,” I laugh playfully as I wipe the blood from my scimitar on the guard's attire before slipping it back into its harness.

“Oh but I am,” he murmurs, “You never look so beautiful than when you are luring others to their death.” He cocks an eyebrow and I pull my shoulder to my chin, preening at his compliment.

We focus our attention back to the cellar door and I let Astarion approach it to examine the lock mechanism. I lean up against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest and propping one foot against the wall, scanning the alleyway to ensure no one approaches us.

Astarion crouches down beside me and inserts a lockpick into the keyhole, making short work of the mechanism. His eyes rake up my body as he pulls himself back to his feet. His vermillion eyes finally meet mine and I cock an eyebrow, letting him know I caught him staring.

“What?” He whines, “I can’t help it,” he shrugs his shoulders before entering the cellar. I follow close behind him, pulling a small dagger out of a built-in holster that Astarion had sewn into the pant legs. He draws his own daggers, his knuckles seemingly paler than normal as he grips the handle. We slink into the dank, cool cellar scanning for any signs of life that might threaten ours. Stacks of wine barrels line the walls, and rows upon rows of bottled wine litter the cellar. Even the floor is covered in a pool of spilled wine. Once we are certain no one occupies the cellar, we relax slightly, looking for a doorway that will lead us into the belly of the beast.

“It’s a wonder the taverns haven’t run dry with the Absolutists hoarding so much wine down here,” I whisper, taken aback by just how large of a supply there was down here.

Astarion continues weaving through the rows of wine, searching for a way out, “Darling, one thing that is never in short supply in Baldur’s Gate, well, aside from tadpoled freaks, is booze. Here we are,” he alerts, finding a ladder leading up to a hatch in the ceiling.

I nod and follow Astarion as he climbs the ladder. He pauses at the hatch, reaching out with his senses to what lay beyond. After a minute or two he pops open the hatch and crawls out, offering me a hand. He pulls me up quickly before securing the hatch.

We are in a large storage area, boxes of food line the walls. We listen at the wooden door, noting the footsteps of a couple of guards as they patrol the corridor that lay beyond. We sit in silence, counting the minutes between each round until we have a good idea of how long we have to exit the storage and take in our surroundings. Once the guards have both made another pass, we exit quietly, scanning the area for places to hide or rooms to search.

A large corridor stretches out in front of us, several rooms line the walls and numerous hallways branch off the main path into unseen corners of the fortress. The corridor is dimly lit, the sconces overflowing with melted candle wax while newly lit ones cast a faint glow that barely illuminates the great hall.

Astarion already looks to be regretting this mission, clearly exasperated by the number of rooms lining these labyrinths. I surge forward, counting down the minutes before another sentry passes through. The information we are searching for would probably be in a room of some importance, and by the looks of it none of these rooms will contain what we are looking for.

We slink along the walls, stopping every so often to listen for approaching footsteps. Astarion is close at my heels, glancing behind every so often to make sure we aren’t taken by surprise. An adjacent hallway moves out of view and I start forward, hoping to find something–anything.

I peak around the corner and eye two cultists conspiring quietly while they stroll away from us. I signal to Astarion that two enemies are up ahead and he nods, readying himself. We crouch low and stalk slowly in their wake, our footsteps imperceptible even to the pests that scuttle about nearby. I tighten my grip on my dagger, nearing the cultists as they fuss with impatience over the agonizingly slow takeover of Baldur’s Gate.

Astarion and I react simultaneously, wrapping our arms around the unsuspecting thralls and cutting deeply into their throats, effectively cutting off any attempt to alert the others. My victim falls backwards into me and I quickly begin pulling their body into an adjoining room. I dispose of their body in an unsuspecting corner and watch as Astarion follows.

“I’ll never get tired of annihilating these tadpoled freaks,” I whisper, “The rush of adrenaline is exhilarating to say the least.” I admire our handiwork.

Astarion grins in my direction, “Yes… your adrenaline is exhilarating, my dear. It’s so palpable I can almost taste it,” he licks his lips playfully and flashes his fangs. I immediately blush, images of him drinking greedily from my throat flood my mind.

“You’re so distracting,” I say flirtatiously. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea to go on a solo mission with Astarion. He makes it difficult to focus, especially when he looks at me the way he is–as if he is ready to devour me.

He simply laughs in response before returning to the mission at hand. We surveyed our surroundings one last time before following the winding hallways through the fortress looking for a room that looked of some importance. We passed by rows of rooms, some sporadically containing Absolutists, too engrossed in their conversations to realize danger lurked around the corner. Most we spared simply because we were trying to keep a low profile. Others wouldn't be so lucky.

We round another corner, eyeing a large set of oak doors emblazoned with the Absolute’s insignia. I turn to Astarion who looks relieved. We slowly make our way down the long corridor when the clanking of metal armor rings through the hallway, echoing loudly in our ears. In one brief moment, a steel watcher exits a room adjacent to the one we were headed towards, and Astarion snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me off the ground and into a room directly beside us. I gasp momentarily, not expecting to be so roughly handled.

He pushes me up against a wall out of the doorway and presses a hand to my mouth. My heart beats loudly in my chest, threatening to burst through my ribcage. Astarion huffs quietly, slightly annoyed that we were almost detected. We stay perfectly still, listening as the steel watcher clangs about slowly.

Astarions forearm is pressed against my shoulders and, even though our demise looms just down the hall, I can’t help the sinful thoughts that cross my mind–especially when his hand is clasped firmly over my mouth the way it is. I shift uncomfortably, pressing my thighs together subtly. I try to suppress the growing warmth that travels to my core, rather unsuccessfully.

Nothing gets past Astarion, however, who has come to recognize my body language better than I knew my own. He peers down at me and knits his eyebrows together, sending me a quiet look that just says… Really? Of all the times.

I look up at him with rounded eyes and shrug. It’s not like I could explain myself with his hand pressed against my mouth and a metal monstrosity lurking around the corner threatening to alert every Absolute in the building of our presence.

Astarion carefully reaches out with his foot and shuts the door quietly. We stand still for several more minutes, waiting for the steel watcher to stray from its post. It seems to be assigned to this hall specifically, and if we can’t find a way into that room, the whole mission will have been for naught.

He loosens his grip around my mouth and brings a finger to his mouth, gesturing for me to stay quiet. I roll my eyes. He glares at me, a look of lustful determination dances across his face. I know that devious look.

Astarion and I have found a kindred spirit in one another. Our blood always ran hot after battle, and our sexual tension was always palpable during moments of high danger. It was an odd little quirk–one that usually awarded us concerning looks among the other companions. They knew we would disappear for hours on end after a particularly difficult battle, choosing to get lost in one another. At least,that was before he truly opened up to me. He confessed his feelings regarding sex, assuring me that what we had was something more, but that it was just too much for him to process–too much to handle. I understood.

It had been weeks since we were last intimate, not that I particularly minded. I had fallen head over heels for this man and I only wanted him to have time to heal. I respected his space, because it wasn’t his body or his looks that took hold of my heart–it was all of him. His soul. It was his fierce protectiveness that he tried so hard to hide that captured my heart. His undying loyalty for his friends. His passion for something more than what the last two centuries had offered him.

He has slowly started exploring physical touch with me again. Placing small kisses along my shoulders. Running his fingers through my hair. Idly tracing shapes on my skin at night. If he allowed it, I would return the small affections, always making sure that he was happy and present.

Our currently shared predicament ignited something in me tonight. I don't know if it was the jarring realization that I loved Astarion more than words could ever properly describe, or the fact that this little mission of ours just reinforced how badly I could not lose him. Perhaps it was both, but a deep yearning for him settled in the pit of my stomach. But it wasn't just about what I wanted. If the way he was looking at me was any indicator, it seemed like he desperately needed me too. Of course, we'd have to be positively mad to indulge in that kind of behavior right now, but we never classified ourselves as sane, rational people to begin with. The heat of the moment was almost unbearable.

A look passes between us and I cock my head to the side, a silent question on my expression. He flashes me a devious smile, which is all the answer I need. He leans in slowly, his hands tracing the curves of my body as he makes his way to my face. His fingers tangle in my hair and he pulls me in roughly, crushing his lips to mine with such eager desperation that I all but go limp under his touch.

I return his kiss eagerly, allowing him to lead–to explore at his own comfort and pace. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, searching for my own. Our tongues mingle, indulging fervently in one another–searching for reprieve. Our lips move together in time, his taste completely engulfing me. His fangs drag against my lip and it takes all the strength in me not to moan. But that was part of the fun wasn't it?

Astarion presses his body harder into mine, pinning me to the wall with such unfiltered reverence. His arousal is evident as it digs into my stomach and my body screams for him in return. I'm fully aware that we cannot have sex here. I could not hope to stay silent during such a sordid affair, but I wanted so badly to bring him pleasure. I wanted him to feel untainted ecstasy, purely for his enjoyment (and let’s face it, for my own enjoyment as well. Nothing felt better than making him feel good). That's where I make up my mind.

With all the force I can muster I spin him around and press him against the wall, never breaking our sultry kiss. Astarion is momentarily stunned by my forwardness, but quickly relaxes and indulges me.

Our tongues continue their sensual dance, exploring one another's mouth as if it's our last night on Faerun. It very well could be. I move my hands to his trousers, playing with the ties that are keeping him restrained. I pull away from our kiss momentarily to peer up into those vermillion eyes, gauging whether he was okay with this. He pushes the hair out of my face, tucking a wisp of hair behind my pointed ears.

He gives me a look of approval which only spurs me to unlace his trousers. I crouch slowly, never taking my eyes off him. The look of pure adoration that graces his features let me know that he is okay and that he wants this. I drop completely to my knees in an act of pure worship–of reverence.

“Darling,” he whispers softly, “You're insatiable.” I give him a knowing look before springing his arousal free from the confines of his trousers. A look of triumph crosses my features, he was hard for me. I still evoked a sense of desire from him. I truly was lucky.

I peel his trousers away before looking up into his wanting face. He looks so earnestly turned on by our circumstances that it brings a devious smile to my lips. I take his cock in my hand, eliciting a quiet hiss to escape his perfect lips. I swipe my thumb across his swollen head, already leaking from the sheer excitement and looming danger. I look up at him, rounding my eyes and biting my lip–a look that drives him mad. He is delirious with desire.

I take his length between my lips, slowly taking him in until I can take no more. Astarion throws his head back, resting it on the wall behind him. His hands snake down into my hair, his fingers grasping for leverage. He moans quietly–the sound strained and full of need. He begins to guide my head gently, using my mouth to fuck himself slowly and deliberately.

My tongue drags down his length, savoring the way he tastes. I suck him hard and slow, letting him guide my movements. I stroke the base of his cock with my hand which only heightens his desire. I swirl my tongue around his head, teasing him endlessly until he all but forces his cock back down my throat.

I push his cock to the back of my throat as far as it will go, ignoring the way I gag around him. My throat tightens around his length, and his hand shoots to his mouth clearly enjoying it enough that he has to remind himself to stay as quiet as possible.

I continue to suck him slowly and deeply, bobbing my head in deliberate motions, enjoying the way I can pleasure him so intently. Tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I continue my pace. His hands drag down his body and he pulls his shirt up slightly, giving me a peak at his toned abdomen.

I lock eyes with him, never stopping my pursuit and I can tell that action alone is enough to push him over the edge. His grip in my hair tightens, pulling at my hair painfully in just the way I like which spurs me to continue.

I pick up the pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat repeatedly and causing me to gag more frequently. More tears escape from my lash line and the sight of me has Astarion panting heavily, his knees practically buckling from the intense pleasure.

I pull away for a moment and let my hand continue to service him, a string of saliva hangs between my lips and his throbbing head. I look up at him with rounded eyes, trying to convey a look of pure innocence. I can tell the sight drives him wild. I find him on the precipice, so close to falling over the edge.

He whimpers, a rare sound to escape his lips, but one that lets me know how he is feeling, “Please,” he begs. It is such a rare moment to find him begging for release, and it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

“Please, what?” I ask teasingly. It is not very often that I get to coax such desperate words from his lips and I plan to take advantage of our situation. I want him to tell me what he wants.

He huffs, clearly seeing through my ploy. He surrenders to it almost instantly, unable to hurl a quip in my direction with the way my hand falls down his slick length slowly.

He struggles to find the words while he is so completely at my mercy. I cock an eyebrow at him, waiting patiently as I continue to massage his cock languidly in my palm. I teasingly swipe my tongue up the length of his shaft, hoping that it will motivate him to tell me what he wants.

“Please,” he says breathlessly, “I want to come.” He peers down at me, his eyes a pool of desperation and mad with desire.

I nod my head and quickly take him fully in my mouth once more, letting my throat accommodate as much of him as I can possibly muster. He inhales sharply, enjoying the way my warm wet mouth fits so perfectly around him. He grips my hair even tighter and I stifle the moan that wants to escape my throat.

He sets the pace for me once again, my head bobbing fervently as I suck hard and quickly. His cock hitting the back of my throat at a punishing pace as he thrust himself into me. His breathing becomes ragged, his thrusts more erratic. I can tell he is chasing his own release.

“Gods,” he whispers, his voice gravelly and thick with lust, “Please don’t stop.”

I chance a small groan, despite our current situation, and the vibrations are surely what sends him over the edge. His pace slows as his seed spills into the back of my throat. I swallow it greedily, his taste giving me my own sort of pleasure.

I can tell Astarion wants nothing more than to moan out in pleasure, but he keeps quiet, throwing his head back against the wall as his orgasm rocks through his body. His release sends a wave of pleasure through his entire body.

I swallow every drop of his spent, savoring its unique flavor. Once he has stilled completely, I pull him from my mouth with a quiet pop. He looks down at me, trying desperately to bring his breathing under control. I can feel the slickness between my thighs and note the ways my body longs for him.

I swipe my thumb along the corner of my mouth and down my bottom lip before helping him fasten his trousers. I stand completely and meet his vermillion gaze.

“Gods below,” he finally whispers, his voice raspy, “You’re going to be the death of me, my dear.” He brings a hand to my face and swipes his thumb across my cheek, wiping away a stray tear that had escaped earlier.

I drag my hands through his ivory curls and look at him with unfiltered adoration. His eyes flit to my lips once more and he pulls me in close, kissing me so deeply and with such devotion that my knees threaten to buckle underneath me.

After a moment he pulls away, “We better make it through the night, darling,” he purrs, “Because I’m taking you for myself when we get back to camp.” he drags a knuckle down my neck and gently traces my collarbone. He sighs with longing, before releasing me from his embrace. My body shivers at his promise, steeling my determination.

Back to the task at hand. There will be more time to indulge in one another later. Astarion chances a peek through the door. He eyes the steel watcher, blindly marching up and down the long corridor.

“One more rotation and we can make a break for the door while its back is turned. We’ll only have a few seconds to get inside, so we’ll have to be quick and deliberate,” he whispers. I nod in understanding and wait for his order.

The steel watcher clanks down the hall, passing by our door. As soon as we are out of eye sight, we quickly and silently head towards the oak doors. Astarion quickly begins lockpicking while I watch the steel watcher near the end of the hall.

“It’s about to come back,” I say urgently. I hear the lock give way under his deft fingers and we slink in and shut the door just when the watcher rounded on its heels. I rest against the oak doors, trying to calm my nerves and taking in the surrounding room.

The room had vaulted ceilings, only lit by the low burning candles on the wall. The opposite side of the room had floor to ceiling shelves filled with dusty tomes. A large ornate desk sat in the middle scattered with papers–none of which looked particularly important. Against a sidewall sat a large table with maps strewn about, battle plans inscribed across them.

Astarion studies the maps before stuffing them into his pocket. I eye a chest against an adjacent wall and make my way over, studying it for any signs of a trap. Satisfied that I detect none, I crouch down to begin picklocking.

Before I can, however, Astarion yanks me to my feet and I look up at his worried face. “Darling, do be careful. It is obviously a trap.” His face is concerned–scared even. The thought of me getting hurt because I failed to detect the trap creeps across his face. Usually, in these situations he would be more annoyed than anything. But all I see is real fear.

“Sorry,” I murmur, stepping aside to allow him to disarm the trap and unlock the chest. He makes quick work of both, his lithe hands working gracefully and efficiently. After a moment, the chest pops open.

We both look inside. It is filled with several folded letters containing useful information related to the Grand Design. Several tomes related to the Crown of Karsus and its Netherstones were also nestled inside. Lastly, a large map marking a location deep beneath the city looked particularly interesting. Perhaps that is where the elder brain was located. We stuff the contents of the chest in our pack and ready ourselves to leave.

“Let’s get the hells out of here,” Astarion says, relieved.

Before we can exit the room, the door swings open. We react instantly, melting into the wall just out of eyesight of the door. An armored woman walks through the door completely unaware of our presence as she is too engrossed in a letter she has in her hand. Before the door can fully shut, Astarion leaps forward from behind her and places a hand over her mouth. She looks up at me, terror and recognition fills her eyes. I’m the last thing she ever sees as he snaps her neck with powerful force.

Her limp body falls to the floor. I snatch the letter from her hand and read it quickly. There is some kind of charm or enchantment concealing the actual message. I stuff it into my pocket, hoping Gale can find some use in it.

We peek through the door, waiting for the watcher to turn its back. Once the coast is clear, we begin our complicated dance–maneuvering in and out of rooms as the watcher passes us by. Once we clear the corridor, we begin our long journey through the maze of corridors, eliminating stray cultists if we come across them and picking up any gold we find along the way.

By the time we make it back to the storage room, our pockets are heavy with gold and various loot. We descend down the hatch and back into the cellar, giggling quietly at our success. A mixture of relief and satisfaction washing over us as our tension melts away.

We burst through the cellar door and into the alleyway, the cool dark night welcoming us. I turn to find Astarion calculating, a diabolical grin graces his features. I cock my head to the side, wondering what he is planning.

“Stand back, darling,” he says, flashing his fangs. In one fluid motion he lights the end of an arrow and nocks it. He pulls the arrow back until the string is taut. His muscles strain against the force and he has never looked quite as beautiful than in this moment–right before causing unimaginable chaos. He aims squarely at the still open door of the cellar and releases the arrow. Before it lodges in the side of a barrel of wine he turns and bolts towards me. He leaps gracefully in my direction and we both topple to the ground. He shields my body with his, pinning me firmly to the cold hard ground.

As soon as we hit the ground a large explosion rings through the air as a chain reaction ignites the lowest level of the fortress. The heat from the explosion pricks my skin as a large orange glow rises into the dark night. The building gives way, its structural integrity buckling under the sheer force of the explosion.

I burst out laughing, tears coming to the surface as my laughter turns into uncontrollable guffawing. Astarion joins me in laughter, and the sound is beautiful. We allow ourselves to fall apart, finding entertainment in our own chaotic decisions. The glow from the explosion paints his features in a warm aura, and at this moment I have decided I cannot live without my vampire.

I run my fingers through his snowy curls, looking at him with pure devotion hanging heavy in my heart. “I love you, Astarion,” I whisper lovingly.

He stares at me and his features soften, “I-I love you too, Tav.” He leans down and kisses me in the alley way, all our fears melting away and forgotten as the building crashes down behind us. We are just two love-sick people who thrive on chaos. I cannot think of a place I would rather be. He continues to surprise me, and I surmise our future together is going to be beautifully chaotic.

“Let’s get you back to camp, darling,” He whispers as he pulls away from our kiss, “We have some unfinished business to attend to.”

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itsplumwriter · 5 months

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Worst Nightmare

POV: Bucky has a nightmare he has hurt his entire family, but has no memory of doing so.

A/N: So this was intense... I love that it's a dream but we have y/n's perspective as if it's real. I think this would be Bucky's worst nightmare if he had a family. I can't wait to write a part ii for this! Would you guys like to see that? (:

Warnings: wounds, blood, nightmare, implied children attack

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Bucky pulls into the driveway. He can't quite remember the drive home or what he was doing right before he got there, but his mind is fixated on changing out of his dirt-ridden uniform as quickly as possible and eating the spaghetti you promised you’d make him when he came home.

His shoulders relax as he approaches the door, fumbling for his keys.

“I’m home,” he calls out, tossing his keys in the entryway table bowl and dropping his work bag.

The lack of an immediate answer was a little odd. The announcement that he was home usually sent the boys rushing towards him at least.

“Doll?” he calls upstairs. No response.

It was strange, the house being so silent.

Then he hears a strained whimpering from the kitchen. He bolts towards it.

“Honey?!”

When he rounds the corner, his eyes widen.

You were on the floor, clutching your stomach. Blood everywhere.

Bucky rushes to you. “Y/n!! What happened??”

“Bucky... The kids...” you utter, as he eyes the large gash pooling blood on your abdomen.

“Your stomach...” he utters in horror, unable to focus on anything else.

He grabs the kitchen towel, trying to put pressure on your wound.

“James...” you say, grabbing his hands. “Check the boys... Upstairs...”

He stares at you, his eyes now red. He doesn't want to leave you, but he knows you won’t forgive him if he doesn’t put the kids first.

He secures the towel in place. “Keep the pressure on it.”

He runs up the stairs, two at a time.

He bursts into their room. “Boys!?”

Bucky falls to his knees when he sees what happened to them.

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You’d been sitting on the kitchen floor, breath hitching, barely hanging on, drifting in and out... but you needed to hear what happened to your kids.

You hear Bucky storm down the stairs. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to speak, but you’ll be able to tell from his face the status of your children.

So when he enters the kitchen and he can’t even look you in the eye, you immediately start crying.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears burning through. It feels as though your heart’s been ripped out of your chest, worse than any pain from your injuries.

“It’s gonna be okay...” Bucky says. “You hear me?”

Bucky kneels beside you, gripping your shoulders, trying to ground you. You were inconsolable. You couldn’t even catch a breath.

He inspects your wound, eyes widening when he sees the towel hasn’t done anything, completely soaking in blood.

He looks down, trying to think. “I can fix this.”

You shake your head.

Bucky tries to carry you. “Please let me fix this.”

You push him away. You refuse to let him take you to a hospital. You already know it's no use.

Bucky sits beside you, defeated. He rolls his head back, the tears stinging his eyes. “This can’t be happening. Why did this have to happen?”

He buries his head in your neck, crying softly. "I can't lose you too."

You’re really weak, but you manage to rest your head on his shoulder. As soon as you do, his whole body shakes with sorrow.

The two of you sit on the kitchen floor, accepting the reality of it.

Suddenly, he pulls back his tears and takes a deep breath. He takes your hand and squeezes it tight. “Honey, who did this...”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head.

Bucky takes both your hands and puts them in his. “Honey, please. You need to tell me.”

You press your lips together, burning tears streaming down your face.

Bucky narrows his gaze, confused as to why you won’t tell him. “Honey, just tell me.”

You look him in his watery eyes. You hesitate for as long as you can. You weren’t gonna tell him. You told yourself you weren’t gonna tell him. His pleading blue eyes squeeze it out of you.

“You did.”

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need to tie binnies hands up at the headboard and then sit on his face but like reverse so I can grip his titties as much as I want, squeezing and groping them especially hard when he does smth that has my toes curl🥰🥰 and then I get to pinch his nipples when he's going to fast... but maybe that'd work him up even more.....

after sq- uhm I mean...

afterwards I wont to lie down like on him and cradle his now wet face in my hands and admire his cutie uhm I mean his stupid face up close and run my fingers over his princess peach lips... and I wont him to feel shy and embarassed suddenly being admired after fighting for his life trying not 2 dye by pussy🙏🙏😼😼

after what now? 🥰

playing w binnie’s chest while he eats you out has gotta be at the bottom of maslow’s hierarchy of needs…how cute would it be if every time you push his pecs together or squeeze at his nipples, his body jolts a lil underneath you and let out the sweetest moan into you <3 or when you pinch his nipples, twist them around and pull extra hard to catch his attention (bc he can’t multitask 😽), his arms thrash around in the restraints but he can’t do a single thing other than whine pathetically and try to get the frantic lapping of his tongue under control before you do it again

his cute, drenched face gazing up at you w stars in his eyes, lips glistening and hair sticking to his forehead ㅠㅠ if you stared at him for too long or played w his swollen lips he’d break out into the most high-pitched, boyish lil giggles, wishing he could swat lightly at you to ebb his shyness

#help me the way u were fighting for ur life writing this one….do u like binnie or smth //:#ask #catboy anon #💌 binnie

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deandoesthingstome · 7 months

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Sand Trap

Pairing: Dog Trainer!Sy x Reader

Word Count: 901

A/N: I had a burst of inspiration and the main character surprised me considering where my loyalties have been lately. There are literally no references to Aika or Ginger in this little fever dream, but it definitely belongs to my Dog Trainer!Sy universe.

Warnings: This is Sy, so I feel like I have to warn for NO f oral; oral m receiving, fingering, anal. Please let me know if I missed anything for you.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Captain Syverson or Sand Castle, but I do own these words, so please do not copy or repost as your own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are amazing.

"What's the smile for?"

"I was just imagining the most amazing vacation. A secluded beach bungalow complete with an outdoor shower and 100% privacy so that after a swim in the ocean I can peel off my swimsuit as I walk to rinse off.

The warm rays of the sun shine down on my upturned face and I close my eyes and tilt my head back into the water to wash my hair free of the salt for a short time.

When I open my eyes, you're there. Naked and gazing with lust, lazily stroking your cock while you watch me get clean. Again, for a short time.

You flash a wicked grin and wait for me to start begging with my eyes and bit lip and deep breaths and when you nod I turn off the water and step forward, falling to my knees in the soft sand. I absolutely cannot wait to put my mouth around you and you are so kind to let me do so.

It feels like hours that we spend under that palm tree while I lick and suck and stroke and squeeze you to climax and when I'm done swallowing you down you lift me up. We step back in the shower to rinse off together one more time before you carry me inside, legs wrapped around your waist and mouths locked in passion.

I hate when you drop me to the cool, crisp white sheets because your hands are no longer attached to my ass, fingers molded around my cheeks like that's the only thing they were made for. But then you show me what else your fingers were made for and when I'm screaming your name while I come all over them you just grin down at me and call me darlin' and tell me what a good girl I am.

And I melt for that, you fuckin' know I do. And it's a little bit sneaky 'cause you're gonna use it to your advantage. 'Cause you know as soon as I'm your good girl I can't say no to anything and that anything is your wet, slippery fingers dragging down and smearing my own slick all around my puckered hole, that is now just pulsing for you, jealous of all the attention my pussy just got.

You don't even kiss my mouth when you slide a finger in because you wanna watch it drop open bit by bit and see my pupils dilate and catch the slow rise of my chest as my breathing gets shallower while I relax into it and when you gather the saliva in your mouth and drip it with precision right onto the space where your finger slips in and out so you can use it to lubricate the way for another finger to join I absolutely cannot stop myself from grabbing the backs of my thighs so I can spread myself wider for you.

It's only when I actually beg, with my words, that you withdraw your fingers and find the real lube and kneel onto the bed between my legs so you can feed first the tip, then the head, and finally your whole fucking cock right into my ass.

You start slow and easy, in and out, working me open, making sure to add a little more lube as you go. And you don't even care that I can't hold myself up to watch, that I'm completely reclined while you loosen me up because you know once you get going for good I'll be holding onto your shoulders for dear life and seeking out your mouth to kiss and capture your lips between mine because it's the only thing I can do to keep from screaming, crying out your name and begging for you to make me come."

"Hmmm... kinda like this?" Sy asks, as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck to help hold your head up so he can lick into the space and swallow your pants, your huffs, your squeals of delight.

"Exactly like that, fuck Sy, so good," you somehow have the energy to gasp out.

His movements are precise up until the point they no longer are and you can feel he's close, feel he's ready to let go and you beg, beg for his touch. He obliges, easing your head back to the mattress so he can unwrap his hand and shift those fingers to your clit. How he has the coordination to flick and rub and tap that exact spot while he's still pumping away and about to release you'll never know, but you're also never gonna complain about the way it feels like the stars are exploding behind your eyes and in your cunt while he shoots his load deep in your ass. Every inch of you is left clenching for him as he eases out.

"Fuck, Sugar. You can tell me about that fantasy again anytime you want me to fuck your ass," he drawls while he runs a warm, wet cloth between your cheeks, his lips smoothing along your collarbone and still heaving chest.

"But I gotta tell ya," he smirks as he tosses the towel to the laundry basket in the corner of the room, "you really don't wanna be kneeling in that sand naked. Trust me when I say it gets everywhere you don't want it to be."

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streamingcolors-gvf · 8 months

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Skin Deep- Part 9- 2/2

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x f!reader x Jake Kiszka

Word count: 7k

A/N: Thank you all for being so patient with me getting this out. I apologize it being in two parts, but there was a lot more detail I wanted to add. I apologize for any editing mistakes.

Feeding the Jake girlies again!

Hope y’all enjoy!

As always, I appreciate all the love, feedback and support from you guys

Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit content 18+ - MINORS DNI!! (Oral m!receiving, oral f!receiving, edging, dirty talk, toys, sq*irting)

Masterpost, Part 9 1/2

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you sigh.

“That’s the spirit,” he chuckles softly, causing the calming sound to vibrate against you. His laughter is quickly becoming something you crave. He releases his hold around your waist and gives your asscheek a playful squeeze. “Go ahead and eat and I’ll grab that numbing cream for you.”

You stand there as he breaks away from you, watching him shuffle through the trays of his black tool chest in his station. “You don’t have to.”

Drawer after drawer he searches, sifting through its contents while explaining over his shoulder, “Shading and color work is arguably more painful than the linework, dove. I want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

You chuckle, sitting down on the couch to open up your to-go container of food. “Here I thought you were some kind of sadist that gets off on causing me pain.”

He’s half-turned away from you on his swivel chair, but you can see the smirk playing on his face. “Not this kind.”

His comeback makes your face flush with heat. The thought permeates, rendering you silent for a minute, trying to find something to say while you pop open the to-go lid to your noodles. “I would ask you to elaborate but your answer might scare me.”

He turns on his chair to face you, showing you a confused expression. “Scare you? I highly doubt that.”

You meet his gaze for a split-second before dropping your eyes to the floor as you admit sheepishly, “You make me nervous, Jake. You must know that.”

It’s cathartic, confessing how much he truly affects you. You wait for his reaction, expecting a witty remark thrown your way. But when too much time passes, it sends anxiety through you like an incoming wave of nausea. You glance up, catching a flash of uncertainty cross his features before seeing his face contort into a look of concern.

For a brief moment, you see his exterior crack, revealing a glimpse of the same vulnerable man you saw hours ago laid before you. The light has dimmed, and a switch has been flipped between you. Something you said clearly bothers him, and you wish for nothing more than to peek inside his mind and decipher those thoughts.

Instead of giving you a hint at what he’s thinking, he turns away with the stiffest movements. He deflates, asking in a voice heavy with defeat, “Am I too much for you?”

“What do you mean?”

He pauses, eyes scanning over his workstation while he decides what to say next. He eventually sighs as he stands to his feet, gathers a pair of gloves, the cling-wrap, and the tube of numbing cream in hand, and walks over to you. “The way you left…last time,” He trails off and clears his throat. “Am I too…aggressive?”

“No!” You blurt out, piecing together what he’s shown you. The guilt reappears like an old friend. “No. I really like that with you.” The words feel innocent enough, but the implication behind them makes you flustered.

He sets the supplies down on the table and lowers himself to his knees. “My goal is not to scare you or upset you like that, dove. I just gotta know that you’re okay…after.”

You hang onto every word. There’s seriousness in his tone, but he sounds far from angry with you. “Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

He responds to your apology with a closed-lip smile and reaches out to give your knee a reassuring squeeze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

You want to kiss him, to take his hand from your leg and pull him into you. Forget the tattoo and just have him fuck you right here and now. You imagine it, and nearly lose yourself in the fantasy. He breaks your daydreaming with a pat on your thigh. “Let’s get this on you.”

While he pulls on a pair of gloves, you stand from the couch and come to the realization that you have nothing underneath the borrowed sweatpants. “Uh… slight problem.”

“What?”

You laugh nervously, hooking the band of the pants to expose your bare hip to him. “I didn’t wear any underwear here.”

His eyes widen and his brows jump into his hairline, staring at you in silent awe as a grin spreads across his lips. “Good thing we’re alone, huh?”

“You want me to Winnie-the-Pooh-it in here?”

A giggle breaks free — a real, genuine unfiltered laugh. Hearing it for the first time feels surreal. The way it sounds just like Josh’s catches you by surprise somehow. “Fucking right.” With a gloved finger, he gestures to you to pull them down. “Let’s go.”

You shouldn’t feel this bashful about undressing in front of him. He’s seen you naked more times than you can count, but somehow a blush blooms up your chest into your cheeks. You shimmy the sweatpants down, letting the loose fabric collect around your ankles.

Unlike the first time you met him, his eyes linger on your body — the part of your body that’s inches from his face. After a few beats of time, he looks away and grabs the small tube off the table, squeezes out a liberal amount of cream onto his fingers, and starts applying it onto your thigh. It’s a thick layer, covering the entirety of your unfinished tattoo. You’re so focused on what his hands are doing, that you’ve completely forgotten about your meal that’s getting colder by the second.

He then takes the cling film and starts wrapping your upper leg. Staying true to his professionalism, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure to secure it tight enough that it doesn’t come undone. It’s intimate with how his fingers graze between your thighs and hip.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, “Alright, so we’ll keep this on for about an hour and then get started.”

“An hour?”

“Yeah.” He peels off his gloves and picks up your sweatpants to carefully pull them over the cling wrap. “Gives enough time for the cream to absorb into the skin. Since I’m not worried about a stencil, it can sit while I get set up.” You nod along even though he’s working on cleaning off the coffee table. He notices your food and nudges the plastic tray toward you. “Eat.”

“Yes, sir,” you tease with an unquestionable air of sarcasm.

He turns on his heels as soon as you say it, shooting you a fiery look that says “You’re going to pay for that later”. You can’t help but laugh and salute him, which only makes him roll his eyes at you.

He retreats to his corner of the room, and you eat your stir-fried noodles with the uncomfortable crinkle of saran wrap against your skin. Just as he would for any other client, he goes on to set up for your tattoo. You’re becoming familiar with the steps, all the things Josh had done with your chest piece. They share similarities in their process, the only difference being Jake using a traditional coil machine instead of Josh’s handheld one.

You feel the urge to fill the silence with small talk, but you manage to suppress it by scrolling away on your phone. With Josh, he would have been chattering away, leaving small opportunities for you to get a word in. Thinking of him, you check your messages to see if he replied.

You finally set your phone down and finish up the last bit of your noodles. Jake has been busy working in silence, listening and nodding along to the music playing softly around him.

Once the hour timer goes off, he helps unwrap the clingfilm from your leg. He wipes it down and sanitizes the area. The steps are the same as the last time you got tattooed by him, minus the addition of numbing cream and the use of a stencil.

After you settle into a comfortable position on the prepped table, he lets you control the Bluetooth to the music you like and starts the process. The fact that you don’t have underwear on becomes an insignificant detail as soon as the machine makes contact. You watch him pass the ink-dipped needles in tiny circles across your flesh, deep in concentration. Minutes go by, and you feel more compelled than ever to ask him questions, enticing him to reveal little bits of information about himself you have yet to learn. He seems quieter than the first time he tattooed you, but the hold of his fingers on your leg feels far more affectionate. It makes you believe that you’re not just a client, you’re someone he cares deeply about.

You’ve tried your best, but a question that’s been eating away at you for days finally slips out. “So, is everything okay between you and Josh?”

“Okay?” He pulls the needle away from your skin, seemingly taken aback by your question.“Like talking and shit?” You nod, making him ask again, “Yeah, why?”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, questioning whether you should venture further into the topic. “I dunno. He seemed pretty pissed at you the other day,” you start, gauging his reaction before continuing. “And I haven’t seen you guys together since everything happened. Things just seem tense since… yeah.”

The needle makes contact again, punching the pockets of ink deep into your flesh, making you wince. “Yeah, we’re good. I don’t think we would be good at living together or running our own business if we let all of your disagreements get in the way.”

You hum, but you’re not convinced. The skeptical look you give him makes him snort a laugh. “We’re twins, dove. I understand him a lot better than you think.”

You stretch to lay back, trying to focus your attention on anything other than the fact your numbing cream is starting to wear off. “Bizarre to think you were a single cell at one point.”

“Don’t remind me,” he groans with faux annoyance and the loud buzzing from the machine takes over. “He did tell me that you talked.”

You wonder how that conversation played out between them. “We did.” When he doesn’t ask a follow-up question, you fill in, “How are you feeling about it?”

“How do I feel about it?”

You sit up so you can look at him. “Yeah.”

He straightens and lets out a heavy breath, like the thought has been weighing on him as well. “Listen, if the decision about being exclusive or not was up to me? I’m not fucking sharing you. Plain and simple. Even with him.” He breaks eye contact with you, dropping his focus to your swollen leg. “And we both know that’s not happening. So that’s a decision left to you.” He glances up, catching your stunned expression. “And that’s what it seems like he’s done. Leave it up to you.”

“Oh…”

You’re not sure what to say to him. While the honesty is something you appreciate, the sting from the edge of his tone remains. There’s a bitterness in his voice that you can’t quite place. You’ve been convincing yourself all day that you’re getting closer to him, even if it’s baby steps, but this feels like another wall — another way for him to have his guard up with you.

You retreat into your thoughts and slump back against the table. Before the machine makes contact with your skin again, his other hand squeezes around your calf. The way his gloved thumb rolls across the skin is meant to be comforting.

He checks in with you every ten to fifteen minutes to alleviate the tension. Your answers are short, but not angry. All you can do is lay here going over his words in your head as the pain comes through with a vengeance.

He reads your body language, taking the signs that he needs to finish up sooner rather than later. The final passes of the needle feel like a hot scrape of a blade, nearly sending you over the edge. You couldn’t be more grateful for the cool water soothing over your raw skin.

“Wanna see?” He asks after gently patting you dry, bringing you out of the dark corner of your mind. You nod, and with his help, you’re able to sit up to see the final design.

“Oh my god, Jake,” you gasp in shock, turning your leg side to side to admire it fully. It goes beyond your vision, exceeding all expectations you could have ever had. He brought your idea to life. Intricate details now fill in the spaces that were left from the last time. It’s feminine, decorating and accentuating the curvature of your body. You realize within seconds of its value, knowing that he could charge you at least a thousand dollars for this piece. “It’s so beautiful. Thank you.”

Your praise brings out a boyish innocence within him. As soon as the words leave your lips, his shoulders relax and a wave of relief washes over him. You ask him to take a picture to send to Josh since your phone is tucked away in your bag. He applies ointment and wraps the clear Saniderm in the same way he did last time.

You leave him to clean up and close down his station for tomorrow, making it look as though the two of you were never here. He ties the final knot in the garbage bag, calling out to you from across the room, “Do you have to go by the house for anything before I drop you off?”

Hooking your bag over your shoulder, you spin around to face him. “Drop me off?”

He shuffles over to you, bag in hand. “Uh…yeah.” He’s been trying to read you, but your body language right now is telling a different story, causing awkwardness to settle in the space between you. You can’t help but note how he feels so far away despite the fact he’s only a few from you. He then clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. “I just thought you might want some time to yourself tonight.”

“I don’t.” Your response clips the air with a harshness you didn't intend. Hurt resurfaces and tries to sour your mood, but the last thing you want is to leave the night off on a bad note. You don’t want your time with him to end, making you ask, “Would you come back to my place with me?”

You look up at him, gauging what his response is going to be. You brace for him to decline your offer, only to be surprised when a smile creeps across his face again. “Are you inviting me to your apartment, dove?”

You don’t even bother holding back a smile of your own. Making your way toward the stairs, you throw your back to make him chase you, “Yes.”

Bringing a man back to your place at night is an entirely different game. You felt nervous showing Josh your apartment days ago, but Jake on your heels as you ascend the creaky staircase makes your heart thump so wildly against your chest you’re scared you might have a heart attack.

The fluorescent light, a bulb that probably hasn’t been replaced for decades — so old you can see the collection of insects that have made their way inside the glass — flickers above you.

The atmosphere in here is eery — reminiscent of a scene straight out of a horror movie— and Jake is quick to pick up on it. “I’m not going to get murdered or anything, right?”

You laugh, looking over your shoulder to see him standing one step behind you. “I think I’m supposed to be the one asking you that.”

“That would be a rookie move for a killer,” he says, matter-of-factly between heavy breaths.

You finally reach the landing and turn to face him. “Would it?”

You strike a curious brow, making him pause and lean an elbow against the railing. “It would.” He takes the moment to look around, take in the finer details, and gesture to the stagnant air with an open hand. “I don’t know the layout of your apartment, escape routes, where to get rid of a body…when your roommate is going to be home.”

You hum, giving him a more than amused look. “I’m impressed. You seem well-versed in the topic of murder.”

He chuckles an airy laugh through his nose. Despite the topic, it’s that persuasive smile that’s going to be the death of you. “I’ve seen my fair share of true crime documentaries, dove.”

As silly as it is, you’re thankful that you’ve both loosened up enough to have this banter. Imagining him binging crime documentaries instead of cooking shows, you take the next step up the second flight of stairs. “Well, I’ll try not to be disturbed by the fact you’ve taken notes.”

“Don’t lie and say it hasn’t made you wet thinking about it.” He says it so boldly, loud enough that you’re positive that the sound carried through the walls into your neighbor's apartment.

You’re blushing and flustered as you search for your key on the metal ring. “Horned up about you being a murderer?”

He presses himself against you, close enough to speak softly into your ear, “What a plot twist that would be.” His hand finds your untattooed hip, making you rock back into him. “Sounds kind of hot, right?”

You know he can feel you grinning like an idiot. He lowers his voice, teasing you with a certain rasp that makes your spine tingle, “Women love being scared.”

You giggle, thinking about the weird looks you’re going to get from your neighbor the next time you cross paths. With the warmth of his breath ticking the back of your neck, you unlock the deadbolt and doorknob. You break the seal of the door, and step in, ushering him to follow. His movements are cautious and quiet, maybe even borderline slightly uncomfortable.

“Don’t worry. My roommate isn’t home,” you reassure while shrugging off your jacket and bag onto the chair.

He relaxes enough to pull off his own jacket. “Good to know.” You take it from him to hang on the hook, watching as he looks at the space around him. “I’m not gonna lie…I was beginning to worry walking up, but you have a nice place here.”

Before you can thank him, you’re interrupted by a welcoming chirp from Tater Tot, a sound that tells you that he missed you. There’s never a worry in your mind about his food and water always being topped off. Your roommate, Haley, spoils him as if he was her own. He’s well cared for, but time away from him has been an adjustment. You’ve never spent more than a couple of hours away from him at a time.

You smile when you hear the hefty thud of his paws hitting the linoleum floor in the kitchen. Within seconds, you see him come from around the corner and trot toward you and Jake. “The famous Tater Tot. I’ve heard a lot about you, big guy,” Jake chimes with a level of excitement that surprises you. You give him a puzzled look, eliciting an explanation. “Josh. He wouldn’t shut up about your damn cat at work all week.”

“Why am I not surprised?” You huff and laugh, watching Tater Tot slowly approach Jake’s leg to give it a testing sniff before rubbing his face across it.

Jake’s face lights up from the feline’s acceptance, and lowers to a crouching position to give him a few careful pets.

After the cat darts off back to his spot on the counter, Jake takes the chance to meander further into the living room, leaving you by the front door. He’s quiet, letting his eyes lead the way around the small room.

The need to say something takes over. “I know it’s not as nice as your place. Yeah, the building is old as shit, but the rent is controlled and dirt cheap for this part of town. I can’t complain too much.” You’re rambling, throwing anything out there to fill the silence. He listens, glancing over the framed artwork and posters adorning your walls. “I think Haley and I have done a pretty good job at making it comfortable.”

He pivots on his heel, giving you a soft smile. “It’s lovely. It feels like you.”

The compliment swims around in your head. It isn’t flashy or showy, but your apartment feels like home. Admittedly, it’s taken you a while to get there on a barista budget, but the humble space is more than you could’ve asked for.

“Thank you.” You’re suddenly hit with the feeling that you’re being a terrible host, making you offer, “Can I get you anything? Something to drink? I can make some food if you want...”

He smirks to himself as he makes his way past the bookshelf filled with novels and knick-knacks. “You don’t have to entertain me, dove.”

“I know. You’re right.”

He rocks on his heels, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’m okay. Really.”

You chew on your lip for a few seconds but ultimately bite the bullet. “I’m gonna jump in the shower and change out of these clothes really quick.”

“Take your time.”

Showering at the twins’ house has been a treat the past few weeks. You’ve been pampered by the spacious walk-in enough to realize how much you’ve been missing it with your own.

You step into the ancient clawfoot tub and draw a shower curtain that lets more water onto the floor than keeps in. There’s no point in bothering with waiting for the water to warm up. It takes ages to get the right temperature. You’ve learned the hard way that it can go from scalding, melt-your-skin-right-off hot to frigid in a matter of seconds — and that’s on a good day with how finicky the water heater is.

Unreliable water temps and cramped spaces aside, knowing he’s out there in your living room makes it even harder to enjoy your shower. Careful to avoid your fresh tattoo, you scrub and clean your body, doing the necessities before cutting the water that was seconds away from running ice cold.

After wrapping a towel around yourself and drying your wet hair enough to brush the tangles out, you dash across the hall into your bedroom.

You fish out one of those oversized sleep t-shirts you thrifted from the men’s section out of your dresser. Thinking that underwear might rub against your tattoo, you decide against it, continuing your trend of going commando for the evening.

You giggle at the juxtaposition of you now, dressed in a gimmicky giant t-shirt that was bought at a gift shop somewhere, in comparison to that drunken late-night phone call when you sent him pictures of yourself in lingerie.

“What’s so funny?”

You startle at the sound of his voice. He’s standing in the open doorway with his arms crossed, making you wonder how long he’s been standing there.

You catch a glimpse of yourself and try not to fixate on the fact you look like a wet sea otter — hair slicked back against your scalp, face blotchy from the shower without an ounce of makeup in sight. “Thinking about how I probably have never looked less sexy than I do right now.”

He leans a shoulder against the frame, clicking his tongue before pouting out his bottom lip. “Oh, that’s not true. Phil’s Crab Shack merchandise has never been hotter. The “Got Crabs?” on the back really adds a nice touch.”

“You’re an asshole,” you scoff with a dramatic eye roll before laughing.

He smiles but doesn’t laugh with you. “How’re you feeling?”

There’s a dull throb in the area, but nothing unbearable. At least for now. “It’s a sore but I’ll be okay. I’ll probably feel it more in the morning.”

Concern washes over him for the second time tonight, making him straighten, “Did you take anything?”

“Some Tylenol.”

“Good.” He nods. You notice how he has yet to enter your room. He’s lingering at the door, shifting back and forth on his feet.

“You okay? Looks like you’re itching to bolt out of here.”

His eyes find yours as he lets out a heavy sigh, “I’m not. I just don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

You wonder where his confidence went — the ego that leaves you trembling with excitement. The Jake you’re familiar with would have started ripping your clothes off the second you stepped into your apartment. A roommate would have been the least of his worries, overstaying his welcome wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. You stare at him, but his eyes are glued to the floor, making it impossible to gauge what he’s feeling. “I already told you I wanted you to come over tonight.”

“Right.”

“So are you gonna come over here or what?” You challenge him, emphasizing your point with the loud smack of your hands against your legs.

You are the switch, causing something to ignite inside him. He takes the bait, sauntering over to you in a few strides. You’re expecting his embrace, but the strength of his calloused fingers wrapping around the nape of your neck takes you by surprise. You can’t help the yelp you let out as he pulls you into a kiss.

You’ve been testing him all day, and now you deserve the way he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth. You’ve been craving this urgency, that aggression that’s been locked up and buried inside for the entire day. With a heavy groan and a spiteful nip on your lip, he grinds himself against you, causing your following moan to echo into his parted mouth. Hungry for more, you reach down to feel his hardening cock with your hand. He becomes distracted by the touch, allowing you to stroke him over the jeans. Realizing what you’re doing, he knots his fingers in your damp hair and pulls just hard enough to break your kiss.

He’s panting, sending his warm breath across your wet lips as he speaks, “I don’t think sex is a good idea tonight.” He swallows thickly to collect his thoughts. “If I fuck you, I can’t promise it will be gentle… and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Even with seemingly thoughtful intentions, you never predicted being turned down by him. Confusion and disappointment are quick to cast over your features while your insecurities try to weasel their way into your mind. “But you fucked me the first night I got it. What’s changed?”

He reconnects the kiss before peppering your jawline. The sensation of his lips brushing against your skin pulls you back in, making you forget that he’s rejected the idea of sleeping with you. When his lips meet the shell of your ear, he coats your senses with a honeyed voice. “Everything.”

The word trickles down your spine, seeping into your body like a masked poison —making you clench your thighs with need. You want him. You want to feel him in your hands and on your tongue, even if it means sacrificing your own pleasure for it.

You decide to take the initiative, kissing that hidden spot behind his ear where the dagger is inked into the flesh. He hums, causing the sound to vibrate within his chest while his grip tightens around your body. You nip and suck the path down his neck, fighting the temptation to leave your mark.

You continue your kisses down his torso, making sure to wet the thin fabric of his t-shirt with your tongue. Before you have the chance to settle onto your knees, he reaches out and takes hold of your forearm to stop you, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Let me,” you insist softly, looking up to catch the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He won’t admit it outright, but the way his resolve weakens at the sight of you on your knees is unmistakable. “I want to take care of you,” you add, tracing along the waistband of his jeans. He doesn’t need more convincing than that, and his fingers relax around your arm, allowing it to fall free from his grasp.

You rub up and down his legs, massaging the fatigued muscles of his upper thighs while avoiding his obvious erection with each roll of your palm. You take your time, ignoring the fact you have no underwear on and your kneecaps are digging into your floor.

You make a show of popping the button of his jeans and slowly pulling down the brass zipper, giving him a visual that will be hard to forget. You peel back the denim, exposing the recognizable band of his black Calvin Kleins and the soft skin of his tattooed stomach peeking out beneath his t-shirt. Lifting it, you place wet kisses just below his navel. He’s warm against your lips, squirming from the ticklish touch. You give him a little more, tugging at his jeans by the belt loops as you nip and suck at the high points of his hip bones.

He groans and bucks forward slightly to chase the feeling. Now that you’ve let go of it, he takes his t-shirt and bunches it up in a tight fist against his stomach while the other hand finds the crown of your head.

You explore the stretchy, silken material of his boxer briefs against your lips, gliding along the contours of his body until you reach his cock.

“Fuck,” he slips out. He’s stayed rather silent up until now, only really giving you ragged breaths and a few groans.

You can’t help but giggle at his current state as you slide his boxers down his legs inch-by-inch until his cock springs free. No matter how many times you see it, it will always surprise you. You can’t help but stare, fixating on the memory of how he feels and tastes. You finally break away to look him in the eye as you hold him by the base and lean forward to kiss the head.

You tease him, licking and kissing down the length of his shaft, withholding the gratification of his being fully in your mouth from him. He’s fighting an internal battle by growing more impatient by the second while not wanting the feeling to stop.

An idea sparks in your mind. Acting on impulse, you break away and open the drawer of your nightstand. Before he has the chance to complain or ask what you’re doing, you retrieve a sleek, black silicone vibrator.

With the toy in hand, you find your place again. You catch his stunned expression before he laughs, albeit, a rather fucked-out laugh, “Oh, hello. When were you gonna tell me about that?”

You smile, convinced that he probably thinks you’re about to use it on yourself. “I’m telling you about it now.” With a wicked smirk, you click the on button, spurring the toy to life.

“Kinky. What other stuff are you hid— oh, fuck!” The moan curse is ripped from him the second you bring the vibrator to the underside of his cock. “Heyyy…” he tries to protest, but the word gets dragged out through a feral growl.

You run it up and down his length while sealing your lips around the tip of his cock. You taste him, swirling your tongue around him and clicking the button again, increasing the intensity of the toy. His fingers instantly tighten around your hair and you can feel him throw his head back.

You can sense his core getting rigid, and pull him from your mouth with a wet pop of your lips while also taking the toy away. “Fucking hell, babe,” he mutters through labored breaths now that you’ve given him a chance to regain his composure. “I’m not gonna last another minute if you keep doing that.”

Holding him in a tight fist, you press the end of the vibrator to his frenulum — that special, oh-so-sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. And the moan that escapes from his chest is indescribable. The sound alone makes it all worth it. You drink in the rare sight as you play with him, watching how his stomach muscles flex with his building climax, how his knuckles have turned ghost-white around his t-shirt, to how sweat has started to collect around his throat.

He’s so hard, flushed with color and glistening from your spit. His violent shaking is your cue to pull it away and give him a few teasing strokes of your hand. “Feel good?”

“Fuck you,” he sighs, the sound falling into a breathy laugh.

“I wish you would,” you tease, taking him back into your mouth once again. Holding the toy in your hand, you keep it pressed against him while gliding his cock across your tongue. You increase the power again with another push of the button to feel the vibrations through him.

You would consider him a verbal man during sex, but now you’ve reduced him to incoherent curses. The reactions of his body are praise enough, giving away the fact he’s close before his words do.

Accepting the loss of control, he breathes your name out of desperation and as a final warning. Within seconds of it leaving his lips, his warm cum fills your mouth. You swallow him down, guiding him through the violent orgasm that racks his body. After switching off the toy, you lick him clean until he shudders from overstimulation, and carefully tuck his softening cock back into the safety of his boxers.

“What the fuck was that?” He huffs, combing back his sweaty hair from his face with his fingers. You laugh in response, making him look down to see your shit-eating grin as you wipe your mouth dry with the back of your hand. The look in his eyes is far from satisfied. It smolders with lust —that dominance that you’ve been searching for.

“Get on the bed. Lay back,” he instructs, pointing behind you. You do as you're told, biting back on your bottom lip knowing what you’re in for. As you settle on the mattress, he kicks his jeans off his legs and pulls his t-shirt off his back.

Standing at the side of your bed, he gives you a full view of his body. There are too many pieces to count, from the mermaid and pirate ship on his legs to the massive skull with its sword in the center of his chest. Weeks together and you still haven’t had the chance to admire every single one.

“Open your legs.” He gestures with a sweeping motion of a pointed finger. You let them fall to the side, showing him your bare pussy. As if the sight tortured him, his brows furrowed and his mouth fell open. “Sometimes I can’t believe how hot you are,” he admits, crawling onto the bed toward you.

He settles between your legs, careful to avoid the Saniderm covering your thigh. Taking the toy from its spot on the blanket, he clicks the button again and starts dragging it up and down your inner thigh. “Let you have a taste of control… it’s addicting isn’t it?” You focus on the feeling of the vibrations, anticipating where it's going to go before it gets there. He massages it over your lips with a gentle touch before pressing it directly against your clit. “Can’t let it go right to your head.”

You cry out and go to snatch the toy from him, making him click his tongue in disapproval, “Aht! You’re a better girl than that, dove.” He switches the pressure, bringing it back to your clit. You writhe against the bed in response, allowing your eyes to close. He chuckles, watching your body in real time to something that’s not his mouth, fingers, or cock. “This nifty little thing does feel good now doesn’t it?”

You’re surprised by the wet feeling of his tongue. He licks through you, compensating for where the toy doesn’t reach. The roll of his tongue is sinful, focused directly on your clit.

“You like it sweet and slow, don’t you?” he coos, blanketing your cunt with his heat. He’s making you feel so good you have completely forgotten about the pulsing pain of your tattoo. He flicks his tongue over your clit, teasing you, “Should I get a tongue ring too?… spoil your clit like he does?”

“Jake,” you scold breathlessly. The combination of the vibrator and the velvet softness of his mouth overwhelms you. You’re in the same position as he was minutes ago, pushed right to the edge of your release within seconds.

He pulls the toy away, making you whine in complaint. “Tell me, baby.” He taps it against your swollen clit as he mumbles through his kisses to your thigh, “What do you think of when you’re using this?”

“Fuck…I dunno. You and Josh I guess.” It’s not a lie, but there’s no way you can give him more details than that. While your mind fogs with your building orgasm, you know the answer you gave him won’t suffice.

He hums, drawing the tip of the vibrator everywhere but where you want it most. “Who do you think of more?”

“That’s not fair,” you huff in frustration. You’re so close, knowing that he will drag it out as long as he wants.

“I know, but I don’t care,” he rasps with calm collectedness.

You swallow the dryness on your tongue and open your eyes to stare at your ceiling, searching for an answer that will make sense. “I think of you in different ways.”

“Oh? How so?” He brings the vibrator to your entrance, holding it there as he waits for your response.

“Uh... oh, fuck,” you moan, the sounds becoming increasingly more desperate. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.” He slips the vibrator inside you, but only an inch. It’s enough to scramble your thoughts like a mental blender. The noise you make is feral, causing him to shush you softly. “Tell me and I’ll let you cum.”

“I think about you when I want to be fucked hard. When I want you to rail me into the bed I forget my name.”

“Interesting.” He hums as he guides the toy inside you another inch and clicks the button again. “And him?”

“Jake, please!” You cry out, but his hand wraps around your wrist like a cuff.

“Just a simple answer, baby girl. I’ll give you what you want,” he sings, coaxing you further into bliss.

“I think about Josh when I want to be eaten out…when I want to be the one to ruin him,” you blurt out the answer without processing what it could mean.

“Does he eat your pussy better than me?” he asks, sliding the toy all the way inside you until it nudges against your cervix. When you stall, mostly because of the vibrations against your g-spot, he adds, “You wouldn’t be the first girl to tell me how good he is.”

“Huh?”

He chuckles at your reaction, “Word around the shop travels fast, and there might’ve been a girl or two that he’s fooled around with in the past that had a lot to say about it. The things I had to overhear…but I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Oh,” you pant, trying your best to focus on his words while he fucks you slowly with the toy.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“He’s the best I’ve ever had,” you admit sheepishly. The movement of his hand doesn’t stop, and his expression doesn’t change.

He smiles, nipping at the flesh of your thigh. “Well, I guess I have a new challenge for myself, huh?” He licks a path from your inner leg to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. You realize within seconds that you’re at the mercy of their competitiveness.

He swirls his tongue at the same pace as the toy. The feeling is unreal, a pleasure that’s going to corrupt you from this day forward. He’s thrown you to the cliff’s edge, and all you can do is accept your fate. You whine, clawing at the back of his hand draped across your stomach, “Oh my god, Jake.”

“I know, I know, dove,” he soothes with a calming lilt, voice mumbled by the fact his face is buried into your pussy. He laps at you with an unprecedented fervor, making you cum harder than you have with him yet. You see stars, or blackout entirely — the details you’ll never be sure of. Without warning, a gush of warm wetness pools beneath you, soaking the sheets.

You come to and freeze all movements not sure what to do next. He lifts his head from between your legs and retrieves the vibrator from inside you before tossing it to the side. Embarrassment starts to take over, and your thoughts begin to race with ideas of how you’re going to explain yourself.

“That has got to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in pure awe, looking down at the mess he helped create. Ashamed, you hide behind your hands.

You peek through your splayed fingers, mumbling against your palm.“Wait…really?”

He pulls your fingers down from your face with a gentle hand. “Fuck yeah. Why didn’t you tell me that you could squirt?”

You shake your head in disbelief. “I …I honestly didn’t know.”

He lifts his pierced brow. “You mean… you haven’t done that with him?”

“No,” you confess, blushing bright red and still reeling from what had just happened. “At least I don’t think so?”

“Fucking A!” He shouts into the open room, making you scold him with a violent shush. He laughs, kissing you deeply as he falls back on the bed beside you. “A fucking win for once. About damn time.”

“Both of you are idiots,” you groan as you try to sit up. Exhausted, you grimace at the scene before you. “Now I gotta change my sheets and mattress cover.”

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Shobolon

Panels from Bone, © Jeff Smith

[Sponsored by @glarnboudin. Bone is a comic series that I remember reading and loving in undergraduate. And the "Stupid Stupid Rat Creatures" were my favorite characters. They pivot from menacing to comical and back on a dime, and have a very distinctive look. Their culture (or lack of it) has some very interesting world building implications, and they're one of the better riffs on the "evil minion species" in fantasy literature that doesn't go for wholesale deconstruction. However, they don't have much in the way of distinctive abilities in the comic. So I had to do some work to ensure that they were mechanically interesting.

A word about the name. In Bone, they are only known as "rat creatures", which says some alarming things if rats are sapient and seven feet tall. The name I went with was suggested by @abominationimperatrix. It's an Eastern European rat-ogre, but information on it in English is super sparse, to the point where different sources disagree whether it's Romanian or Romani.]

Shobolon CR 2 NE Monstrous Humanoid This shaggy, bulky humanoid has wide red eyes and a wide mouth full of sharp teeth. Its ears rise to a sharp point, and it walks on its knuckles.

Shobolons are voracious monsters that tend to live in large numbers. They are larger, stronger and slightly dimmer relatives of ratfolk, although the two species rarely interact on friendly terms. Their endonym is rarely spoken—most people just refer to shobolons as “rat-creatures”. Shobolons are omnivorous, but greatly prefer meat, and they don’t particularly care if their meat comes from sapient sources. They tend to fight from ambush, using their skill at climbing, swimming and squeezing into tight spaces to attack from unusual angles. They are fond of using the Intimidate skill to demoralize their foes, screeching hideously before moving to set up flanking positions or retreat from a losing battle.

Most shobolons engage in dramatic body modification. Their long scaly tails are docked shortly after birth (shobolon legends tell of these tails being used as handles by a wrestling demigod who humiliated them in the past), and their ears are cropped upon reaching adulthood in order to grant them a more threatening appearance. Shobolons do not have names of their own unless granted by a member of another species, or by their rulers as a reward for meritorious service. Despite their foolishness and lack of material culture, shobolons tend to be erudite, and like using long words in order to sound smarter (“hello, small mammal” is a common greeting/threat). Shobolons tend towards religion, and different hordes often venerate different gods or powerful fiends. Shobolons universally fear and hate dragons.

Shobolon Rulers Shobolons are very long lived, and display indeterminate growth. One that lives for hundreds of years and feeds well may grow to immense size and power. This growth is somewhat disproportionate, as their arms do not grow to scale with the rest of their bodies. A shobolon ruler often uses titles like King or Queen, regardless of how many shobolons they rule over. Such creatures are Large in size with 12 racial HD. A shobolon ruler has improved grab and swallow whole with its bite attack, gains frightful presence as a special attack and has undersized weapons as an SQ. A shobolon ruler is at least a CR 8 creature—many of them have levels in fighter or cleric beyond their racial HD.

Shobolon CR 2 XP 600 NE Medium monstrous humanoid (ratfolk) Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +4 Defense AC 14, touch 11, flat-footed 13 (+1 Dex, +3 natural) hp 19 (3d10+3) Fort +2, Ref +4, Will +2 Defensive Abilities tight fit Offense Speed 30 ft. Melee 2 claws +4 (1d4+1), bite +4 (1d6+1) Special Attacks startle Statistics Str 13, Dex 12, Con 13, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 10 Base Atk +3; CMB +4; CMD 15 Feats Improved Initiative,Skill Focus (Intimidate) Skills Climb +10, Escape Artist +7, Intimidate +8, Perception +4, Stealth +6, Swim +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Climb, +4 Escape Artist, +4 Swim Languages Common Ecology Environment temperate forests and hills Organization solitary, pair, troop (3-8), army (9-24 plus 1 2nd-4th level fighter per 20 individuals) or horde (25-200 plus 1 2nd-4th level fighter per 20 individuals and 1 ruler) Treasure standard Special Abilities Startle (Ex) A shobolon can make an Intimidate check to demoralize an opponent as a move action. An opponent intimidated by a shobolon cannot make attacks of opportunity as long as it suffers from a fear effect. Tight Fit (Ex) A shobolon suffers only half the usual penalty to Armor Class and attack rolls when squeezing. Two shobolons can fit in the same space and fight without penalty.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 9 months

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Too Many Belts

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 2.3k

Includes- Wall sex, cock riding, missionary, squirting, wild sex, slow sex, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Seonghwa POV

"What the actual fuck?", she growls as she tries to undo one of the belts I have on for the performance and failing

To be fair we're both riled up and are desperately trying to get each other naked

She got my shirt off but the pants are proving to be a fucking problem we don't have time for

I have some time before they announce the winner for the show but we also don't want anyone talking or spreading rumors

No one but the guys know I have a girlfriend

Not yet

So it'd be bad if me and a hairstylist from our team is missing for too long

"Who the fuck decided to put these many belts on you?", she says frustratedly, "That person needs to be fired"

"I don't know jagi", I whine, already groping her ass

I got her naked easily

She just had a shirt, bra, leggings and panties

No complicated belts

"These fucking things aren't even connected to you pants!", she exclaims

I don't care, I want her right now

"Baby", I murmur

"Fuck it. I just need your dick"

She undoes the jeans and pulls them down along with my boxers

Getting out of them, I kick them away while reaching for her

She shoves the belts higher up my waist on to my stomach just as I lift her up and hold her against the wall

I can't wait anymore

Crashing my lips to hers, I desperately drink in her kiss as I guide my cock to her wet hole

Thrusting hard, I bottom out in one stroke, buried so deep inside her

She moans in my mouth, her arms clinging to my neck as I immediately begin to move, pounding into her tight cunt over and over

The feeling of her opening up around my cock, pulling me inside, throbbing desperately is fucking phenomenal

I've never felt as much pleasure as I do with her

Snapping my hips harder, I fuck into her waiting cunt, feeling her cream my cock so much

She's so wet, I feel it soaking my lap and dripping down my legs

I wouldn't be surprised if the floor is wet too

I slam right into her spot and she breaks the kiss, yelling my name

"Seonghwa! Oh god Seonghwa!"

"Mm jagi", I murmur, pressing kiss after kiss to her gorgeous neck

"So big Hwa", she whimpers, "So fucking good"

"Yeah baby, so good", I answer, listening to the constant soaking wet sound of my cock entering her pussy, "Do you hear how wet your pussy is? How fucking loud your cunt is? Making me wanna listen to it all fucking day, everyday"

So far I have

Ever since we got together nine months ago, I've fucked her everyday and she's always this wet, always wants me as much as I want her

"I think my jagi's pussy loves my cock", I smirk against her neck, "Do you feel how you suck me right back inside you? Do you feel how hard you clench on my cock to keep me inside you when I pull back. You want my cock inside you all the time, don't you baby?"

"Yes", she cries, "Yea Hwa. Want your cock so bad baby"

"All the time?"

"All the time! Hwa!"

One of her hands is gripping my hair so tightly, her other has slipped down to my bicep, squeezing so hard I think I might get bruises

I smile at the thought, hoping it happens

Moving back from her neck, I watch how beautiful my baby looks in pleasure

Her head tilted back against the wall, eyes closed, tears falling down her cheeks, moaning my name

Fuck I could watch this all day

"Baby, need you to cum for me", I tell her

"Hwannie"

"Mmm c'mon baby. I need you to ride me but you can't until you cum"

"Wanna cum", she murmurs

"Hmm how about you squirt for me?"

She nods her head rapidly, "Uh huh"

"Good girl"

I hike her higher up, gripping her ass as I thrust up into her harder, right against her spot

Her cunt squeezes the life from my dick as I continuously hit that spot hard and fast

Her body arches off the wall and I know she's close

Moving my hand between us, I play with her clit as I fuck her

It doesn't take long before I slam into her and she screams my name as she orgasms

Pleasure explodes in my body as she cums on me, pussy throbbing hard as she gushes squirt all over me and the floor

"Good girl", I praise her, keeping my cock deep inside her as I rub her clit to get her through her orgasm, "My best girl"

"Seonghwa", she moans, "Hwa"

"Yeah baby. Almost done", I tell her as her throbbing lessens, her orgasm ending

Moving my hand from her pussy, I pull her off the wall and get her to the couch

She recovers from her orgasm, pushing me down on the couch, climbing in my lap

"Fucking belts", she growls, shoving them up again as she takes me in, settling on my cock

She rolls her eyes as her hand leans on the first belt as it is on my stomach

"Can't even see your body with these stupid things"

"You will jagi", I assure her, my thumbs stroking her hips as I hold on, "Later tonight"

She smirks, "Yeah you're right"

With that said, she begins bouncing, bliss coming back into my body

Her legs slam against mine as she moves, the sound of skin slapping mixing with the sound of her wet pussy

Beautiful sound

As she sits up straighter, I notice that the bottom belt has moved down my hips considerably probably from all the movement

It's low, near us and I don't know if I should move it or leave it

She seems too engrossed in riding me to care, so I leave it for now

Lifting my eyes, I watch the gorgeous sight in front of me- my girlfriend bouncing on my cock, her face in pleasure, body shaking with every hit to her spot, her boobs jiggling in my face, her hips moving in a circular motion when she takes me in, grinding on me

She's so fucking stunning it's fucking ridiculous

Her hand grabs the lowest belt, near where we meet, gripping it so tightly

I'm not sure if she realizes she's keeping it in place or not but I decided I'm not going to say anything

Not that I can through the pleasure anyway

All I can do is breathe and feel

I take my eyes down her body, landing on her tiny hole stuffing itself over and over with my dick

Her wet hole strains so hard around my cock but she takes me inside her over and over anyway

Her pretty cream is pouring from her cunt, a sticky white mess all over my cock and my lap

And from what I can see, she's creaming all over the belt too

"Seonghwa", she mumbles, riding me harder

"Mm jagi. You look so pretty on my cock", I praise her, "You're hole looks so good on my cock"

"Love being on your cock", she murmurs, bouncing hard, cunt clenching down rapidly over and over, "Gonna cum all over your hard cock"

"Do it jagi", I urge her, "You know how good your orgasms feel for me"

She nods

She knows, I've told her many times

"Make my cock feel so good baby. Please. I wanna feel you"

"Sss...Seong... Seonghwa", she moans, sliding down my length, coming all over me

The pulsing is driving me crazy, her cum leaking around us, her moans of my name so loud and so gorgeous

Intense pleasure is flowing through every nerve of my body as I watch the beauty that is her coming

I love when she cums while riding me because I can see everything so clearly

The sweat rolling down her body, the tremors of her skin, the way her hips rock on me to prolong the pleasure

Her face...oh god her ethereal face

Watching her cum is my favorite thing in the world

When she finishes, I gently pull her down to me and maneuver us, getting her on her back, under me

I kiss her softly, slipping my tongue inside her mouth, playing with hers, sparks of electricity running up my spine

Her arms move around my back as I move her legs around my hips, gently moving inside her, inch by inch, until I'm all in

Wrapping one arm around her body, I pull her against me as I pull back then slowly move back in

Going fast and hard is fun but I like going slow more

Lets me feel everything better

Her throbs, her clenches, her hand holding me, her lips against mine

It's when I can tell her I love her without words

Because I'm fucking terrified to say them

I'm not scared of being in love

Not with her

I'm scared of her not feeling the same

It would honestly devastate me which is why I haven't gotten the courage to tell her yet

But when we are like this, clinging onto each other, kissing deeply, in our own world, I can show her

She kisses me like she can't get enough of me, her hands running up and down my back, heat flaring in every cell her fingers touch

I shiver against her, just feeling the utter ecstasy of being with her

She moves her hips, meeting my thrusts, letting me go deeper into her

Her pussy tightens on my dick, spasming like crazy and I know she's close

I can give her orgasm after orgasm, never getting tired of hearing her, watching her, feeling her

I just want to be with her all the time

I just want to make her happy

"Hwannie", she murmurs, one of her hands moving into the back of my hair

"Yeah baby?", I ask, leaning my forehead against hers

"Cum with me baby", she asks, looking into my eyes

"Yeah jagi", I agree, wanting nothing more than that

The next thrust starts her orgasm, the outstanding pleasure hitting me hard

"Seonghwa", she whispers and that's the last thing I need to fall head first into an intense orgasm

Sheathing my cock inside her, I explode, moaning her name as I fill her with cum

"Yes Hwannie. You feel so good coming inside me", she whispers, kissing my cheek over and over

I can't answer, the ecstasy shutting my brain off for the moment

Her legs tighten around my, holding my cock inside her milking pussy, stars sprinkling behind my closed eyes

As my orgasm tapers off, I lay down on top of her, loving that her arms automatically move around me

She kisses my forehead, her fingers playing with my hair, while her other hand rubs my back

"My Seonghwa", she coos, making me feel so wanted, "My baby. I love you"

My eyes snap open, but I don't move yet, wondering if I heard what I thought I heard

Or if I imagined it

"I love you Seonghwa", she whispers so softly its as if she's not saying anything

But I heard it

"I love you Joanne", I say softly too, still scared to say it any louder

"You don't have to say it back Hwa if you don't want to"

Lifting my head, I look directly in her eyes, "I want to say it baby. I have been wanting to tell you for a while. I was just scared"

"Why were you scared?", she asks, confusion on her face

"Well...because I was afraid you didn't feel the same", I answer softly

Understanding enters her face as she says, "Oh, I get it"

"Yeah"

"Well I love you Seonghwa. I was holding onto it too, debating if I should tell you or not", she explains, "But...I couldn't hold back and I wanted you to know. Even if you didn't love me, I wanted you to know I love you"

I'm so fucking happy

"I do love you Jo. So much. You're kinda my everything"

She gives me her beautiful smile, taking my breath away, "You're my everything too Hwa. I love you"

"I love you", I say, knowing I'm not going to be able to stop saying it now

She lifts her head, kissing me softly and I fall into her amazing kiss

When the kiss ends, she smiles softly, gently touching my face

"My Hwannie"

"My Jo", I whisper

After a few more kisses, we decide we should get back to the dressing room before anyone notices how long we've been gone for

After getting dressed, she tells me to go first and she'll wait a few minutes before coming out

That's always how we've done it when we've had sex in public areas

But this time I don't want to

I guess I feel differently now that I know we love each other and I don't want to hide her

So instead, I take her hand and tell her, "Let's go jagi"

"But Hwa-", she starts, her eyebrows raised

I press a quick kiss to her lips to shush her, "It's ok jagi. I love you"

She still looks a little perplexed but she nods saying, "I love you"

Smiling, I open the door and we walk hand in hand back to the dressing room

When we get inside the room, the guys look over at us, all their eyes on our hand

Hongjoong just raises his eyebrow and nods

Yunho and Yeosang just shrug

Mingi and Jongho don't say anything and look away

But San and Wooyoung squeal in excitement

"They're holding hands! Finally, we don't have to keep their secret anymore!", Wooyoung exclaims

"Now we can make fun of them in the open!", San laughs excitedly

She giggles while I just roll my eyes

"Whatever", I answer, tugging her behind me

We sit next to Hongjoong on the couch and I immediately put my arm around her and she cuddles into me

Hongjoong hands me a tablet with a picture of clothes, "Our outfits for tomorrow"

Her and I look at mine and I like most of it, except for one part

"Fucking belts", she grumbles

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bas-writes · 10 months

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hello 💜 no worries! could I instead please request #24 with Ace?

Midnight Date

Character: Ace Reader: gender neutral (ambiguous body and presentation, implied non-curly hair) CW: suggestive in joking manner Word count: 1008 Prompt: Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer. A/N: Phew, it's been a while, I hope you're still there, Anon! I promised myself I'll make those drabbles shorter buuut, as always, keyboard doesn't want to listen...

Kiss Event! | if you liked it, please consider reblogging and/or leaving some feedback ❤️

Even if basked in moonlight, silver-pale and full of shadows, Ace beams bright like a sun.

You can’t peel your eyes away from him, at the cost of tripping time after time in thick, cold sand. It envelopes your feet, glues steps together, scrunches and tickles between toes. You’re faltering—but not falling. Ace holds your wrist tight and firm, his palm radiating warmth and security. He guides you with ease, pulling through stubborn sandy piles, helping you over the wet trails of old waves. His sharp senses are more useful in the night than yours; he doesn’t watch his steps, his attention all focused on you, his face and smile turned front to you. A freckled lantern in silver-basked darkness.

You’re like a moth, attracted to his light and warmth at all costs. Your doom would be a sprained ankle at best. But frankly, you wouldn’t mind even if he burnt you to your sweet death.

Sea at night always seems so eerie, so silent. Nothing but the hum of waves and your steps is audible under the full-moon. You two are alone, so unused to being so, with no voices in distance and no curious, amused stares plastered to your backs. At this point you’ve learnt to ignore it, but you appreciate the rare luxury, and want to squeeze every ounce possible out of it. It’s one of Ace’s best ideas too, this spontaneous late-night beach date. Maybe he caught the first signs of frustration bubbling under your skin? He’s always been good at reading you, much like an open book. Whether it was just a random thought or a carefully catered plan, you’re simply filled with happiness and satisfaction.

Finally, you don’t have to share his blaze with anyone. You wish it would stay this way, but you know it can’t last forever. So, you want to at least preserve this little moment, to appreciate and enjoy it to the fullest. Like a moth indeed, mere seconds before falling into the flame.

“Alright, here we are.” The rustle of bare feet pauses, guiding hand halts your steps “Now, we wait.”

“For what?”

Ace throws boots on the ground, then his shirt, like a blanket to share. He sits down with a soft grunt, cusses at sand getting in his way, lifts and opens arm at you, fingers beckoning you closer, “Can’t say. Surprise, did ya forget?”

“How long, then?” You follow suit, let him grab your hips and pull you into his lap. You straddle him face to face and wrap your arms around his neck. “I can at least know that, no?”

“That’s the whole problem.” Warm hands trace your back, his touch gentle and ticklish. “I don’t know.”

Your amused humph is silenced by his lips. The hold around you tightens, pulls you straight into his broad chest, one of his big hands wandering down, resting on your hip and squeezing to his heart’s desire.

“You didn’t drag me here for something perverted, right?” Before Ace can add tongue to his mischievous plans, you push him away and scowl, being serious just a little.

“Babe,” he whines and gives you a perfectly played look of a kicked puppy. “Me? Perverted? I just wanted a kiss.”

His hands still wander, teasing, playful, impish fires in his eyes just waiting for you to swallow the bait. Unable to stop laughter, you reach behind, grab the most shameless one and place it back on a more decent spot.

“You’re no fun,” Ace pouts and throws head back, loose locks slipping out of the way, just beginning for your fingers to run through them.

Temptation is strong—but you start lower. You squeeze his chest, deliciously soft, his chest hair smooth under your fingertips, then slowly move hands up, through collarbones, neck, the cheekbones and temples.

“But I’m not allowed to touch?” Eyes half-lidded, he studies your expression with attention. Surely, he sees much more than you can, but the moon gives you enough light to spot the delightful flick of bliss when you scratch his scalp.

Instead of answering, you lean for a kiss—or rather: pull him close to you. Ace has been waiting for this. As soon as your lips meet, his hands find your hair, locking your head in hold without escape—a trap you’ve expected and have walked into willingly. He dominates the kiss with ease, nimble tongue slipping against yours fast and entrancing, and soon steals your breath.

He’s hasty and ravenous, the pull of his fingers hard enough to prick. You return it, sinking deep into his locks and clenching full fists; it’s too little to harm him, but hard enough to provoke and guide into bigger aggression.

You love when he gets lost in the feeling, kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Little do you care about short breath and numb lips, about the strain in the skin of your head. If he wanted to, you, a helpless moth, would follow him till exhaustion. But Ace breaks the kiss, as suddenly as you started it, his eyes focused somewhere behind your back.

“Now, now, hey, Y/N, look!” He taps your back and strains his neck over your shoulder. Fingers still intertwined in his locks, you follow his gaze and gasp, the view taking your breath as hard as his kiss a moment before.

Fluorescent, blue lines engulf the front of waves, much like paint dissolving in water. They approach the shore and lick it, leaving a thickening, gleaming belt on wet sand. They spread all over the sea as far as you can see, sharp moonlight bringing them out of darkness.

“Algae.” Ace explains as he helps you turn in his lap, chin soon resting on your shoulders. “In the town they said they come out when the moon is strong.”

“It’s—” You try to find the right words, but nothing seems to carry what you’re feeling right now.

He kisses your cheek and pulls you flush against his chest, “Heh. I knew you'd like it.”

#ace x reader #ace x you #ace x y/n #ace imagine #ace scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece reader insert #one piece scenario #one piece imagine #bas writes #portgas d ace #gender neutral reader

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stickycreatorunknown · 1 year

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Secret - Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo) x f!reader

Pairing: – Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugo) x f!reader

Summary: You were supposedly just an innocent bystander, watching with a crowd as Pro Hero Dynamite controlled the chaos that had begun to unfold that afternoon, but the way you bit your lip when he glanced back at you after the scene was cleared let him know he'd be seeing you again later that night

Warnings: (Proofread) No spoilers, 18+ Content, Minors DNI, all characters 21+, friends with benefits, oral f!receiving, penetration f!receiving (fingers, tongue, penis), rough sex (spanking, hair pulling, tossed, held down, mouth covering), f!ejaculation, m!ejaculation, some fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

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It was late, his shift for his route today nearly over but you were waiting patiently in the spot you had chosen together previously. It was a decent part of town that really hadn’t had many incidents, especially since he had started patrolling this area. The alley wasn’t dirty or cramped, it happened to be between a baker and a cafe and occasionally the cafe moved their outdoor seating enough to let you pull a table or chair into the darkness. Obviously it wasn’t perfect, but sneaking a pro hero into your home also wasn’t a great option.

You had been watching a cat wander around the end of the alley, toying with some lace that must have blown away from a table covering during the day. You didn’t even hear him step up beside you, shielding you suddenly from the light bouncing off the moon as his broad frame loomed in front of you, his smirk still evident on his face in the darkness.

“Didn’t expect to see you today,” He said, his hand resting above your shoulder against the wall as you grinned up at him innocently. He had removed his gauntlets already, setting them to the side of you out of the way.

“Bet you’re glad you did,” You teased, reaching out to take hold of his uniform to pull him closer but he had other plans. He took hold of your arm suddenly and tugged you a bit further down the alleyway, assuring you both would be out of sight of anyone passing by. He pressed you tightly up against the wall, his hard body holding you still as his lips grazed your ear, his breath hot.

“Sure, but how happy are you,” He whispered, one of his hands working its way between you as he rubbed across your hip bone and down between your legs, putting pressure against your lips as he pressed a hand between your thighs. You bit your lip, looking up at him as he smirked down at you, his eyes peering to the table you had scooted in the alley, his eyes flashing as he considered the possibilities.

“Let’s see then,” He picked you up, easily handling your body as he set you down on top of the table, spreading your legs just a bit as he leaned over you to trail his lips down your neck. His hands worked quickly, lifting your skirt and making their way up your thighs, squeezing roughly onto them as he felt the edge of your panties with his fingers. You grinned, leaning into his touch as you held onto his shoulders, tilting your head back to feel his lips travel over you. He pushed your panties aside, trailing his thumb up your lips before pressing through, putting pressure on your clit before dragging his finger down to your sex. You were wet already, spurred on by the way he so easily manhandled you but still was so delicate with his lips. He grinned against your neck, biting it suddenly to make you whine, your own hand instinctively coming up to cover your mouth.

“Quiet,” He snapped, but he had a grin on his face still as he leaned down, sitting on his knees now to press his face between your thighs, his tongue replacing his thumb. He dipped it into you slowly, tasting you before he started to really tease. You bit your lip beneath your hand to keep from moaning as he worked his tongue oh so slowly between your folds, making a mess of you as you leaned back a bit. His hands held your thighs, pushing them apart for him as they began to shake, almost drawing back together but the squeeze of his fingers reminded you to hold them open.

“Oh!” You moaned out, his fingers joining his tongue as he pressed perfect pressure with it over your clit, pressing his fingers into your vagina, feeling the tightness of your walls as they slid in so easily. He peered up at you, your face contorted with pleasure as your eyes were closed tight and you tried to keep quiet. He finger you faster, moving his tongue in short swipes across your sensitive clit as you tried to keep in every little whimper as he edged you closer. He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as he pulled away suddenly, licking his lips and wiping his chin as your eyes popped open and looked at him, wide and begging as he stood.

You started to speak but suddenly he had a hand to your chest, pushing your back down against the table so you laid across it for him, legs open as you dripped onto the table now. You gasped softly as he leaned over you and kissed you, tongue making its way into your mouth allowing you to taste yourself on his lips. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand trailing into his messy blonde hair as the other held him firmly against you, your neediness coming out strongly now. His kisses were rough, both of you gasping for breath when he pulled away, lips trailing back down your neck, leaving kisses and bites as he went, making you whine. His hand covered your lips suddenly as his body moved to let his eyes be level with yours.

“I’m not gunna tell you again,” He warned, crimson eyes daring as he stared into yours. You nodded, running your hands down his arms now, feeling how muscular they were before he went back to kissing down your body, hands rough as they tugged your shirt up to give him room. He left little hickeys across your chest and stomach, your body arching into his with every flick of his tongue and nip of his teeth. When he was done littering you with marks he stood again, hand grabbing and rubbing at himself beneath his pants. You peered to his erection, eyes lighting up as you watched him tug his pants down, letting you see his standing cock. It was long and heavy, hanging down a bit even as it stood fully. You bit your lip and noticed his eyes trailing you, from your parted legs with his hands imprinted into them to your dripping pussy, the hickeys and bites across your stomach and chest, and the look of lust in your eyes. He grinned, taking hold of your hips to jerk you towards him, parting your legs more as he made his way between them, letting his heavy cock rest against you.

“You want it?” He whispered, stroking up its length slowly, letting you feel it rub against you as you practically shook with anticipation.

“Yes, please,” You whined, still trying to be quiet. You sat up suddenly, grabbing onto his hips to tug him closer, whining in his ear now as he teased you. “Please,” You whimpered, scooting yourself closer to him, letting him feel how wet you were against his hard cock. He pulled you off the table, turning you around suddenly and bending you over it, trailing the leaking tip of his cock against your ass, between your cheeks to reach your vagina. You gasped, blushing darkly as one of his hands trailing up and down your back, squeezing the fat of your ass as it came back down. You propped yourself up on your hands, standing on your toes as you pushed your hips back against him, feeling his tip slip into you just a bit. You whined as he pulled it away, his hand suddenly coming down on your ass with a hard smack. The sound shocked both of you, but didn’t throw you off as he pushed himself into you now, your head tilting back as your eyes rolled back with pleasure. He stretched you as he entered, your back arching as you pushed your hips back further, feeling him push against your walls and reach your cervix, putting pressure against it as he tried to get all of himself in. He accidentally let out a small moan, the feeling of you squeezing his cock so perfectly enough to make him let his guard down just a bit.

“Quiet,” You giggled, tilting your head a bit to try and peer over your shoulder as you teased him.

“Oh fuck off,” He growled, hand suddenly in your hair as he tugged it back, causing your back to arch even more, your mouth falling open with little whines as he forced himself further into you. You closed your eyes, loving the sensation of him stretching you out in every way possible. His other hand smacked your ass again suddenly, making you gasp, feeling the sting it left behind before he rubbed the spot sweetly. His hand now trialed up and down your back again before he suddenly grabbed ahold of your hip and pulled himself out of you. Almost completely, his eyes watching the way you stretched as he moved inside you but not completely out of you. His thrusts didn’t start slow or gentle, your hands having to come up to cover your mouth again as he immediately started pounding into you, your legs held firmly against the table as you could hear the wetness between you, his hips jutting into you with each thrust. He tugged your hair a bit harder, making you whine beneath your hands feeling the pain prickling just a bit on your scalp, your back arching further, your hips tilting up enough to let him in deeper.

He bit his own lip to keep in his moans, feeling you drip down on him as your legs started shaking again. He wanted you to cum on his cock, and knew you were close. He let go of your hair, making you gasp as your body fell a bit, leaning into the table as you moved your hands enough to hold yourself up a bit. He tugged your arms back, pulling them behind you so you lay flat, your head turning now as you let out whines. He held your arms behind you, pinning them against your back as his other hand smacked your ass again, making you stand up higher on your toes as he continued to pound into you. Suddenly he tugged you back a bit, keeping you held down but giving himself enough room to trail his hand around the front of you, holding your body against his as he sank his whole length into you, his fingers pushing between your lips to find your clit, making you whimper.

“Oh fuck,” You whined, trying to whisper still but almost giving up as his fingers sped up, pressing against you harder as he thrust faster.

“Yes, yes, yes,” You whined, an obvious tell that you were about to cum, which was exactly what he wanted. He tried to thrust harder into you, your body jerking a bit against the table as he pound into you, kept steady only by his large hand gripping both your arms and holding them down against your back. You spread your legs a bit as you felt his fingers moving faster now. Your eyes rolled back again and you drew in a breath before you felt yourself release. Your legs shook hard and you bit your lip again to keep from shouting, feeling the intense orgasm run from your lower stomach all the way through your body, forcing your pussy to close tightly around him, convulsing as you dripped onto him. He let out a few moans himself, burying himself deeply into you as you tightened around his cock, letting you do the work for him as he felt himself reach climax as well.

“Shit,” He pulled out of you suddenly, your body relaxing a bit as he pointed himself down to the ground, not hitting your legs but slowly squeezing everything out of himself. He was careful when he picked you up from the table, turning you to face him and keeping your body steady against his as your eyes were hooded and you leaned into him. He pulled his pants up with one hand, holding you against him with the other, leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer, your arms winding around his shoulders as you let him hold you, your body still coming down as you could feel your cum drip down your thighs. You didn’t care about it at the moment, feeling his strong arm around you as his lips were so gentle against yours now. He adjusted your shirt for you, tugging it back down and fixing your skirt in the back, careful as he trailed his hand over your ass, rubbing the spot he had spanked. He tugged something out of his pocket, careful as he slid it between your legs, cleaning you up. You blushed at the action, his thoughtfulness not something new to you but still always catching you off guard.

You both smiled into the kiss before pulling away and peering at each other, still covered in darkness but able to see the light in each other’s eyes.

“Can you walk,” He asked quietly and you giggled, nodding as you shifted your weight to stand.

“Let me walk you home,” He said and you nodded again, his lips finding yours again for a short kiss before he turned to walk with you, his hand slipping from your waist but going into your hand, your fingers intertwining.

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Reflections on Ep. 4 of LBFAD on rewatch

Arbiter Hall: In Xiao Lanhua’s (XLH) dream, DongFang QingCang (DFQC) is kneeling and begging for mercy from Changheng (CH) :D What a vivid imagination she has! When she enacts the Battle of Two Tribes for her plant spirit friends later this episode she also claims that DFQC was “beaten black and blue, kneeling and begging for mercy!” Hearing this was bad enough for the real DFQC. How lucky that he can’t see her dreams! :D

In her dream, CH blames her for not reporting the presence of a criminal at Arbiter Hall and is about to execute her as well. She wakes up trembling with so much fear that even DFQC wakes up trembling and gasping for breath! She could easily send a message from Arbiter Hall reporting him but despite her great fear, would never consider this an option after he saved her life in Haishi. She now considers that both CH and DFQC have saved her life and is loyal to them both. (Actually, Siming made up the story about CH persuading her to keep XLH. Siming is fully aware of XLH’s real identity and would never have considered disposing of her). XLH does gently encourage DFQC a few times to turn himself in, but does this for his own interest – she fears that if he is caught, he will be executed, but if he turns himself in, he will only need to complete his sentence then he can live freely. She has already forgiven him for strangling her during their first encounter, reasoning that his imprisonment made him aggressive. He came for her and saved her from a definite demise after that, didn’t he? If not for him, she wouldn’t even be here right now.

Arbiter Hall, Day 2: At 5am the next morning, DFQC enters her room to demand that she repair the destiny leaf, now. He regards her sleeping form and face for a few moments. Her plump cheeks are rather cute. He pokes one of them to wake her, but when she complains, squeezes them both, protesting “I don’t have time to waste with you! Now you…” but he is forced to teleport into the greenhouse before he can finish his sentence. “What black magic has Xiao Hua Yao cast on me now?!” D:

He is forced to spend the next several hours counting 8,452 flowers, although he pretends to Shangque (SQ) that he chose to do this to improve his vitality as a warlord :D Any lesser being would be reduced to tears at this dizzying torture. SQ, go get the Xilan scroll! Hurry!

They examine the Xilan scroll. Disaster!! He has to obey her every command, and there is yet no clue on how to escape this nightmare.

At 9am, XLH wakes to find him bitterly proclaiming that there are 8,452 flowers in her greenhouse. After controlling him like a fool, she has the audacity to laugh at him and call him naïve for following her casual suggestion!! But when he explains that every word she says is very important to him, she is very touched. In fact, he is very attentive to every word she says. Both their stomachs are now rumbling (DFQC’s last meal was 30,000 years ago!) so she invites him to stay for breakfast.

DFQC is in the process of truthfully (and proudly) answering her question about his identity, but soon receives several hints that she might not be willing to repair the destiny leaf for him if she knew who he really was. He does not directly lie, but lets her believe that he is DongFang Qiang after she sneezes and mishears his name. “Don’t you know about the Battle of Two Tribes?” (Excuse me, he was the feature of that battle!) “Da Qiang! DongFang QingCang caused a lot of trouble for the whole of Shuiyuntian!”

XLH has now upgraded her nickname for him from the insulting “little celestial criminal” to “Big Qiang” (Da Qiang), the transition from little to big reflecting the growth of her regard for him. She affectionately calls him Da Qiang from now on. His nickname for her, “Xiao Hua Yao”, little flower demon, is his appraising way of calling her a wicked little flower, or a flower with thorns.

XLH feels bad for his misfortune in sharing the surname of the infamous deceased DongFang QingCang, so hastens to cheer him up. She tells him he is lucky to have had parents, that he is a much better person than DongFang QingCang, and looks much more handsome than him! It’s no news to viewers that he is surpassingly attractive, but he scoffs at the idea that she is comparing him to himself :D Oh dear! He didn’t realise that she was actually comparing him to a green goblin with lice and bad breath :D And she made a valid point that he hasn’t bathed in thousands of years :(

When XLH gently suggests that he turn himself in, he stares hungrily at her while describing how DFQC likes to eat fair and chubby fairies with soft skin and tender flesh (he is referring to how he finds her plump cheeks and creamy skin appealing). He has thus reciprocally expressed his attraction to her in a very twisted way as he is not even consciously aware of it yet :D

DFQC has now gone from “I have no time to waste with you” to completely forgetting his mission! What other lies have Shuiyuntian been spreading about him?! He finds several books around Arbiter Hall and wastes no time in perusing them. He stays close to XLH and rarely lets her out of his sight. Inspired by their breakfast conversation, she also reads, about the Battle of Two Tribes and other historical battles. They chat and she learns that his parents have passed and he has no family in Shuiyuntian (hence why she later refers to him as a homeless dog! :D ). His company has XLH in exceptionally high spirits all day. Although he is grouchy, he is quite respectful and very attentive. She feels comfortable around him and leans into him while showing him how to make festival pastries.

DFQC does not trust anyone, but as XLH’s feelings are projected onto him through the one-heart curse, he discovers that she reads like an open book, completely guileless and innocent. He now feels he can somewhat trust her. Her insulting descriptions of DongFang QingCang continuously make his blood boil! But when he glares at her in anger and she flinches in shock, he regrets his actions and cannot blame her for the indoctrination she received from Shiyuntian.

DFQC asks XLH about her torn portrait of CH. She gasps, suddenly realising that for the first time she can remember, she hadn’t thought about CH even once that day (despite her dream about him last night!). She excuses herself and runs off, feeling she has betrayed CH somehow by enjoying the company of another man.

DFQC complains to SQ that he wasted the whole day with Xiao Hua Yao (you decided to do that DFQC! :D ), that repairing the destiny leaf is again postponed, that he needs the heart-hiding hairpin to protect himself from XLH’s charms, oh, and draw me a bath SQ, I am very upset at being described as an unhygienic troll. DFQC fills his bath with enticing fragrances so he can smell appealing. Ha, see if that damned little flower demon can compare him to a green-skinned goblin now!

Meanwhile, XLH speaks to Cloud Whale, whose soothing calls are frequently heard even at remote Arbiter Hall (they are heard four or more times during this episode). She has never seen Cloud Whale but has read about him and likes to imagine that he can hear her when she speaks to him. Since her master left hundreds of years ago, this unseen whale has been the only one she can talk to at night when loneliness hits her especially hard. She tells him, “although Da Qiang always loses his temper, isn’t that bright and refers to himself as benzuo, I think he is not that bad. He probably did not make a big mistake.” She smiles happily at the thought that he can now live freely.

Unpacking this appraisal, he loses his temper – this is the worst thing he does from this point, but always for good reason. He is not actually evil. He’s not that bright (?!) – he’s dense about emotions and understanding what might happen if they share a bed (both not his fault), but is otherwise exceptionally intelligent (his flawless recreation of Arbiter Hall alone is a work of genius). Refers to himself as benzuo (this seat of power, or this position). This is a bitter address of himself acknowledging that he does not belong to himself, but to his responsibilities. Probably did not make a big mistake – XLH never asks him why he was imprisoned. To her, it does not matter, as it is in the past, and she is appraising him based on how he currently presents himself.

Cloud Whale is very important to XLH, thus DFQC making it possible for her to finally see him in ep. 5 is of huge significance!

Arbiter Hall, Day 3: The next day, XLH faints while trying to repair Lady Chidi’s destiny leaf, and DFQC’s genuine concern for her is written all over his face. He may have claimed twice in this episode that he would “kill that damned Xiao Hua Yao” once he breaks her curse, but these are empty words. It’s nice that DFQC relies on SQ’s Chinese medicine skills, it makes them a great team and humanises him. Sweat beads on SQ’s forehead as he predicts that it may take three, five or a hundred years to fully cure XLH (DFQC, being the overachiever that he is, fully cures her in a week though! :D )

Arbiter Hall, Day 4: XLH sleeps through to the next morning and finds it strange that Da Qiang didn’t come to wake her (he is off collecting ten times the amount of dew he needs to :D ). She gets more and more worried as she is unable to find him. While she searches, CH arrives with the Immortal Pill he has poured his heart and soul into, and we see him smile happily! His smile is so sweet and rare, but his brother is always on standby to wipe it off his face anytime he dares feel even a glimmer of happiness. He is summoned to Yunzhong Water Pavillion without even a glimpse of his secret crush.

Here is a link to my episode 5 review (contains spoilers). All of my LBFAD articles and episode reviews can be viewed with the tag #lbfad reflections (hyperlinked) and the table of contents to these is here.

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