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zhongrin · 3 months

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skilled fingers, devious heart

✼ characters ┈ al haitham

✼ tags ┈ minors dni, fem-bodied reader (reader has a pussy), bratty!reader, manhandling, restraints, orgasm denial/control, edging, brat taming, light degradation, oral, light spanking, overstimulation, hint of c█rr█pt█d!haitham (hence he has his mean moments), aftercare, longfic (3.6k+)

✼ a/n ┈ “let me just draft a quick birthday oneshot for al haitham!” ー meirin, a total clown, circa 2024 /silly ..... anyways, happy birthday to the silliest man in sumeru. i love him dearly and i love that his bday is literally just a day away from my mom and one of my besties. very convenient to remember lol also, happy chinese new year!!! ✨

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

when you asked your boyfriend what he wanted to do for his birthday, you didn't think he would ask for this. then again, al haitham was mostly an unpredictable man, even to you as his lover. he seemed to have a knack for constantly having you on your toes, always anticipating his next actions and reminding you how much of a complex individual he was despite his simple aspirations in life.

such as now, when he requested you to ‘spread your legs and stay still’.

contrary to him, your answer was - at least in his eyes - predictable. a raise of eyebrows, a fox-like grin tugging on your lips, and al haitham could already hear the smug tone of your voice before you could even spoke the words, “make me.”

the fact that you loved to play a dangerous game with a dangerous man always came back to bite you in the ass, but your boyfriend played his part so well, it kept you coming back for more. he knew just the right way to respond to your challenge that made you shiver with want: muscles flexing as he pinned you down onto your shared bed, your preferred choice of restraints keeping you immobile and indecently spread for his blooming green eyes to observe. his pupils lined with brick reds dilated, the scholar stared at the resulting sight like a museum curator appraising an acclaimed artwork.

despite this, you were a fervent fire ablaze in the face of downpour, “it’s not like you to brute force your way into tackling a problem. was this morning’s session not enough for mister feeble scholar?”

ah. this artwork sure has a feisty personality to it.

al haitham snorted, his arm moving to place a hand on your inner thigh, tracing circles and indescribable patterns, “why do you bother futilely talking back and acting resilient in front of me, when it’s obvious how much power i hold over you? even the brightest students know to learn from their mistakes, so have you not learned from this morning about how powerless you are?”

he would never admit it, but while such display of bullheadedness irritated him when it came from other people, somehow it was almost adorable coming from you.

“wh- i'm not powerless!”

“the facts proved against your favor, however. especially considering how i’ve just succeeded in tossing you onto our bed and holding your body down. i know i could do whatever i wanted with you… and i was right, wasn’t i?” the hand holding your thigh squeezed briefly, his breath slowly caressing your skin the more he leaned closer, “besides, it’s also been proven that you like such treatments.”

you blushed, memories that proved his claims flooding your mind. yet, you huffed and looked away in hope to alleviate the warmth that was starting to bubble on your cheeks.

“so you might be needlessly strong physically, yes, okay, whatever. would you like a gold star for that?”

unfortunately(?) for you, despite the biting words, he didn’t miss the signs of your flustered state. his voice was as leveled as ever as more silken words fell from his lips; the very same ones you wished would just kiss you already, “remember how I pinned your hands above your head? how you tried kicking and wriggling, saying how you ‘can’t’ and yet… we both knew what exactly happened after that, don’t we?”

you felt your core clench at the taunt, throat swallowing at the picture he painted. your legs tugged against the straps as if you wanted to kick him. in turn, all you got back was an amused low chortle.

“cute,” the soft remark almost flew by you, but alas, before you could snap back at him, his touch started to trail further, tracing your labia before spreading the pink folds open with his fingers. an embarrassed squeak by you was followed by a condescending hum by your partner, his eyes zeroing on the slick coating your pretty clit and inner lips that oozed the remnants of your prior lovemaking, “and so mouthwateringly indecent.”

his digits dragged against your dripping cunt, a teasing smirk dancing on his face when a soft noise left your throat in response.

"such a mess," he remarked, infuriatingly nonchalant as if he hadn’t loved you so intensely just a few hours ago, “you were truly, completely cockdrunk last night, weren't you?"

“s-shut up…”

“why should i? you’ve mentioned how much you liked my voice. i doubt your perspectives had changed since then.”

“you don’t know that. maybe i don’t like it anymore,” you countered pettily.

“yet your body seems to arrive at a different conclusion,” the languid lull in his voice couldn’t mask the delight he experienced as he saw your sopping wetness drip with want. your lover smirked, dragging his finger up and down slowly, gathering your slick to circle around your swollen pearl, feathery touches leaving you wanting for more. the way you were shaking, your body twitching from sensitivity in return of his ministrations, was almost as hot as actual sex itself.

“ah… you meanie-” you inhaled sharply as this wicked, wicked man purposefully started rubbing your clit in the way he knew would make you putty in his hands. firm and calculated flicks followed by a finger slipping into your creamy cunt made you keen wantonly, thighs momentarily spreading wider before you found your decorum, rear falling back onto the soft sheets, teeth biting down on your bottom lip.

al haitham watched in fascination as you tried to regain your attitude. he wondered how long that would last this time. you were a puzzle that enthralled him, a chorus he wanted to listen forever. he might not have been studying under kshahrewar back in his younger days, but there was a part of him that wanted to pick you apart and put you back together again.

this was why he was so addicted to you.

he didn’t particularly enjoy doing extra work, but given the reward waiting for him at the end of the road, he determinedly doubled his action; one finger tapping and circling, the other knuckle-deep inside your tight heat, intense and unforgiving.

“fffuck- h-haitham-” the stutter of your needy voice sharpened his smirk, expression hardening into focus as he observed the twitch of your hips and the rivulets of juices coating his appendages. he briefly admired the way your skin glowed in perspiration, the way your fleshy parts rippled as you squirmed under him. no words could properly capture the desire brewing and consuming his whole being at having the privilege to witness such a sight.

he saw your breathing quicken, felt the clenching and unclenching of your walls, the way you started to move your hips as far as the restraints allowed, and your abdomen dipping as you inched nearer and nearer to bliss.

a mean glint of red, and his fingers withdrew quickly.

“wha- ah?”

you blinked and panted, eyes snapping wide as the coil loosened, and your sight settled on al haitham’s smug tilt of his head.

“i told you to stay still.”

“you… you prick! meanie! bastard!”

“that’s not the attitude you should be adapting given the current position of power,” he chided, before his hand deviously dropped back to its previous position, resuming in a much teasingly slower pace; a silent implication of what he could have done but chose not to, ”if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.”

“-son of a- oh! a-ah-” your words failed you as he added one extra finger into your warmth, prodding just near your favorite spot within the gummy walls, yet never directly.

you knew he could go deeper. he was dangling that carrot over you, and you were tempted to fall for his little game.

“pardon? what was that?” he asked, and if you didn’t see the way the corner of his lips curl up through your bleary eyes, you might have believed that he truly missed your barrages of insults born out of frustration, “would you like to say it louder?”

“archons, you- j-jerk!”

“oh?”

the sudden shift of his touch, turning firmer and faster, made you gasp and whimper, body twitching involuntarily as you felt the sensation build up yet again. your toes curl and your calves tensed, tugging against the harness as your biting words turned into needy moans. a shudder rocked your body, the back of your head digging onto the soft mattress as you felt him mouth on your collarbone, nibbling, tormenting in the most delectable way.

“use your words, darling. you were so smart with them just seconds ago.”

“haa- ngh! j-just let me cum, you unfair little-”

al haitham sighed like a disappointed tutor who had just discovered that his best student had earned an F in their recent exam. the sudden loss of his touch and the way you were forced to come down from that white-hot lines of satisfaction yet again made you cry out, the restraints straining noisily as you tried to buck onto something, anything.

a smirk returned onto his face as he witnessed your verbal and physical protest. that’s right, not yet. this was why he adored your stubbornness. he was going to tease and torment you until you were a total wreck, and then he would give you your reprieve in multitudes.

“how obstinate of you to continue denying your desires even when all outcomes dictate your loss,” the man remarked, palming your soft thighs and enjoying the way they dipped under the pressure of his hands. he was tempted to leave a few reds in the shape of his handprints, but he refrained… for now. that can come later.

“h-haitham….,” you mustered the wettest puppy eyes you could manifest - which wasn’t that hard considering the tears of pleasure already pooling in your eye lines - and blinking though your lashes at him, an adorable pout on your lips.

“what? is something missing to really help you release all of that tension?" he faked an indifferent tone fully meant to provoke.

you groaned, shivering as you felt the cold air brushing your flushed skin and swollen bundle of nerves begging for attention, “al haitham...!” you whined while quivering, eyes blown in desire, your pride refusing to budge any more than this.

the man smirked as your protests weakened with every seconds that ticked, the look of desire and lust in your eyes clearly increasing in intensity the more he reveled in your plight.

"hm?" he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "still being stubborn?" he moved his middle finger towards the folds of your pussy, dragging it along your indecently leaking entrance and up into your aching clit, swirling slowly and making you shiver in response. even the smallest movements resulted in a sound that showcased how drenched you were, and it was all according to his plans, "are you sure you want to keep playing this game? you know who’s the more patient one in this relationship… you’re all tied up and i’m free to do this all day if i wanted to. i wouldn’t mind — it would be a good way to spend my day off.”

eyes teary, teeth gnawing on your lip, you bucked your hips as his finger touched the swollen nerves directly this time, "s-shut up...! you’re so- ugh! if you’re gonna be so cruel then don’t touch me at all!"

your beloved chuckled, dragging his digits up and down in the same teasing motion, playing with your sensitivity with a touch that sent you teetering to heaven but bordering to hell with how tortuously slow it was. he was a master as you were a slave to pleasure; your moans ramping up into wounded desperation just as he guided you back into the tightrope of lust, spiraling into the ecstasy you so desperately sought. you sobbed and trembled; heart beating loudly in your ears. you were so helplessly pent-up, so deliciously close-

“beg.”

the devil’s voice entered your ears and you grit your teeth. he wouldn’t, right? not for the third time. no, he wasn’t that despicable, he wouldn’t. he’ll give it to you, he’s-

“beg.”

the pressure lightened, and you inhaled sharply.

“please!” the word fell from your lips before you could stop them, “i need- i want…!”

your boyfriend stopped, a trail of your slick followed his appendages’ ascent as he withdrew to appreciate the stream of glistening slick coating your tender pussy and how your hips canted, trying to guilelessly chase his touch, throat singing a needy whine that sounded so beautiful he was almost tempted to keep denying your release for the next hour.

“haitham, please, please!” you sounded so high-pitched and so utterly adorable, he couldn’t help but place a peck on your thigh. tears of relief joined your tears of pleasure as you saw his pleased smile and the way he complied with your begging, though it still wasn’t enough.

“yes? don’t just call my name, darling. elaborate. go on, you can do it,” he carried on with the slow circles around your throbbing clit, fingers barely pumping into your drooling cunt.

“please! i can’t take it anymore…!" you hiccuped, keening, abdomen twitching, so sensitive that the slightest touch was making you toe on the brink of insanity.

al haitham smirked wickedly, watching as your mind and body were losing that self-control, your hips rocking back and forth while your face and eyes colored with pleasure. breathing in disarray, body a quivering mess, he almost wished he had a kamera to immortalize this perverse scene.

“are you asking me to help you release?”

“b-begging! i’m begging you- please let me cum!” you were definitely on the edge, shuddering, legs trying to flail against the tight bondage. a pleased groan rumbled in his throat, and his hand finally reverted into the pace and motions that made you see stars.

“louder,” a command.

“please help me cum!!!”

your muscles tensed as you tasted the precipice of bliss, your lips babbling, chanting his name and a series of undignified pleadings that implored him to not stop this time. you received an approving hum for your clear show of subservience and a soft peck on your cheek that made you moan in appreciation.

“i hope you didn’t forget what i said earlier,” he whispered against your ear, sultry and littered with hidden mischievous intent that you completely missed, too focused on reaching that high with each flick of his wrist and with each pressing prod of his finger—

the expertly placed thrust onto your g-spot was the cause of your crumble into depravity; walls sucking him in as your back arched in your climax. lips open in a silent scream, you missed the adoring look of your lover as he watched you spiral into bliss.

ah, your blissful ignorance is always so, so delicious to see.

before you could even start to wind down from your intense release, the sinful appendages picked up their salacious endeavors once more, three of them stirring your sopping wet mess and massaging your sweet spot relentlessly. al haitham’s mouth latched on your swollen bundle, his tongue flicking and sucking in turn, savoring your sweet taste and basking in your erotic cries that followed.

“can’t! can’t- too much! h-ah-ngh-!”

he ignored your feeble protests in favor of focusing on the task at hand; tongue lapping on the copious juices dribbling out of you as he pumped the slender fingers right onto your sensitive pussy’s weak spot. the sounds of your wetness echoed indecently in the room, a lewd orchestration of sensuality accompanied by your reprehensible babbling.

the second orgasm crashed against your senses and you sobbed, whining and jolting as he helped you ride it to your most satisfaction. eyes rolling, you barely registered the way he lapped at your juices like a man starved, before pulling back to observe the effect of his unholy actions. and he must have seen something, for when your vision cleared from euphoria, he had taken to caress you once again.

“one more. you can give me one more,” the rasp in his voice sent a jolt of desire in your loins, yet at the same time, the overstimulation had started to settle in. this time, the pleasure made your whole body tremor and for once you had no idea if the straps were a blessing or a curse; your limbs flailed and strained, instinctively writhing at the assault of stimulation.

“f-fuck! oh! a-archons- my love, please!!”

“i told you, didn’t i?” he purred, salacious and mocking, a flicker of red and a sneer, “’if you beg nicely, maybe i’ll allow you to cum. but be warned, you’ll be doing it until i am satisfied.’ well, my love, i am not yet satisfied.”

all senses of modesty had been thrown out of the window at this point. a series of disgraceful noises left your throat, tears running down your temples as you stayed rooted to your spot on the bed, oxytocin flooding your brain and numbing your senses. stringing words proved to be difficult when you were oversensitive and your lover seemed determined to see you mindless and utterly ruined by his touches.

if before, you were a helpless traveler stranded on a desert chasing on the mirage of an oasis, this time you felt like you were drowning in an ocean full of pleasure. all senses submerged in the ruthless waves of unbridled desires that made you both paralyzed and set you aflame.

“look at you,” al haitham's words came out harsh despite having a pleased hum to it as he battered your fleshy nub harder, insistent and undeterred by your unconvincing protests. he smirked, pleased with your cries and senseless noises leaving your lips, free from your brain’s usual filtering. your mind and body were already beyond your control as he slowly edged you closer and closer to that sweet release yet again. “so needy for me. gushing endlessly like you’re in heat.”

he watched you writhe and quake, a sliver of drool escaping the side of your opened mouth, his cock straining against the confines of his pants, but oh, he was enjoying every second of it. his free hand palmed your thigh before delivering a light slap, his eyes dilating when it made your breath hitch and your body jerk. each impact brought you to the absolute edge of delirium, and every time the pads of his fingers grind and stretched your gummy walls, the more debauched pleas left your emptied mind.

“c-cumming! cumming! i’m close, love, please! i’m- ah—”

“good,” it was almost sadistic, how he seemed to take so much satisfaction from seeing you so shamefully addicted to his mere fingers, “then come.”

a choked sob and a few insistent taps onto your oversensitive clit took your vision into a realm of whites. your finish was immaculately designed to enrapture you in a burst of nothingness, where nothing else mattered but you and your boyfriend's eloquent expertise. ears ringing, your consciousness temporarily froze in the state of heavenly rapture.

when you came down from the vivid paradise, you found your limbs freed from the restraints, your lover dutifully checking the reddened skin to make sure you hadn’t caused any injuries to yourself. seeing your glazed eyes settling onto his form, he leaned over and stroked your cheek, speaking in a soft voice with a caring tone far too detached from the demeaning and authoritative tone just moments ago.

“you did so well.”

though your senses were totally fried from the overstimulation and you still couldn’t exactly feel your limbs, a loopy grin spread on your lips. soft pair of green eyes watched you in adoration as he tucked you onto his chest, a gentle kiss descending on top of your head as he cradled you within his arms.

“verdict from one to ten?”

“mmmm…. twenty.”

“hm. it appears you’re still more delirious than i judged.”

a playful swat to his side was all you could manage, and you were rewarded with the rare soft laugh of your usually stoic lover.

“you’re adorable.”

“and you’re mean.”

“you speak as if the attitude does not bring you joy.”

“shut up and cuddle me.”

“ordering me around on my birthday? you’re spoiled.”

“and whose fault is that?”

“mine,” al haitham admitted with a smile, silently grateful for your presence, your witty banter, your hardheadedness, your loving eyes, your everything — you, who were undoubtedly and indubitably….

“mine,” he repeated and pressed another kiss, this time to your lips: a silent promise for spending his next birthdays with you once again.

bonus:

“still,” you sighed into his hold as your breathing steadied, looking up at him in half curiosity and half concern, “this doesn’t seem like a birthday present for you.”

al haitham looked down at you, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. he guided your hand, and your small daydream of him being unusually romantic to initiate hand holding before spewing some cheesy lines like in those light novels were dashed when you found a familiar hardness twitching against your palm.

“bold of you to you think that my appetizer was the main course.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin smut #al haitham x reader #al haitham #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #minors dni

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lilithienne · 1 month

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PICK A LIPSTICK

Inquiry: "How can I become more self-confident?"

Welcome to my PICK A LIPSTICK reading.

💄⎯reading info;

Three piles (lipsticks) to choose from, pick which one you are most drawn to.

Each pile will give advice and help to those who are looking to become more self-confident.

lipstick one

cards: the tower, 6 of wands, ace of swords, 7 of wands

Embrace change and transformation as opportunities for growth and renewal (The Tower). Sometimes, what feels like a disruption or upheaval in your life can lead to positive outcomes and a stronger sense of self-confidence. Use these moments to reassess your beliefs, let go of limiting beliefs or habits, and embrace the potential for new beginnings.

Celebrate your successes and achievements, no matter how small they may seem, as they contribute to building your self-esteem and confidence (6 of Wands). Recognize and acknowledge your strengths, talents, and past accomplishments. This acknowledgment can boost your confidence and provide a foundation for facing challenges with courage and determination.

Use clear communication and mental clarity to assert yourself in challenging situations (Ace of Swords). Express your thoughts, needs, and boundaries confidently and assertively. Trust in your ability to navigate through obstacles and conflicts while maintaining integrity and honesty.

Stand your ground and defend your boundaries with confidence (7 of Wands). Don't be afraid to speak up for yourself and assert your needs. Remember that self-confidence also comes from knowing and valuing your worth, so prioritize self-respect and self-care as you navigate through life's challenges.

💄⎯self care: Meditation, journaling, exercise, any creative expression, spending time in nature.

lipstick two

cards: death, judgement, the world, 8 of cups

Embrace the transformative power of change and release any fears or doubts holding you back (Death). Allow yourself to let go of old patterns, beliefs, or situations that no longer serve your growth and well-being. Celebrate phases of transition as an opportunity for personal and spiritual growth.

Reflect on past experiences and lessons to gain insights and make informed decisions (Judgement). Use your wisdom and knowledge to evaluate your life path and make choices that align with your values and aspirations.

Welcome new opportunities and step into your full potential (The World). You are capable of achieving great things, and this card encourages you to expand your horizons, pursue your dreams, and embrace the journey ahead with confidence and optimism.

Take a journey of self-discovery and emotional healing by letting go of attachments that no longer serve your highest good (8 of Cups). This may involve releasing emotional baggage, relationships, or situations that drain your energy and hinder your self-confidence. Trust in the process of transformation and renewal, knowing that each step forward brings you closer to greater self-assurance and fulfillment.

💄⎯self care: Yoga, reading, painting, volunteering, writing or blogging.

lipstick three

cards: the high priestess, the star, page of swords, the hanged man

Tap into your inner wisdom and trust your instincts (The High Priestess). You possess deep intuition and insights that can guide you towards greater self-confidence and clarity. Take time to connect with your inner voice through meditation, introspection, or journaling.

Embrace hope, inspiration, and positivity to guide you forward (The Star). Cultivate a mindset of optimism and possibility, focusing on the bright side of life even in challenging times.

Use clear communication and intellect to address challenges and gather information (Page of Swords). Be curious, ask questions, and seek understanding in your interactions and endeavors.

Be open to new perspectives and surrender to the present moment to gain insights and clarity (The Hanged Man). Sometimes, letting go of control and embracing a different viewpoint can lead to breakthroughs and a deeper understanding of yourself and your path.

💄⎯self care: Mindfulness practices, listening to music, gardening, cooking, bubble baths.

#Tarot #Tarot Reading #PAC #Pick A Card

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sugurizz · 8 months

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(SMUT/NSFW +18 - Minors DNI)

ANNOYING HIM JUST FOR FUN ✧ Feat. Toji Fushiguro

Synopsis ── You got bored and felt like the best option would be to mess around and piss him off. Just for personal amusement.

Contents ── established relationship (Gf!reader x Bf! Toji), anger, reader badmouthing/ being a brat, degradation, insults (slut, bitch etc..), rough spanking, unprotected sex.

He was laying over your shared bed on a quaint night, scrolling through his phone waiting for you to join him in to sleep just as you were used to. But to his surprise you stepped into the room, got your pillow and exited the bedroom in the most casual manner you could display.

The annoyed groan he let out as soon as you turned your back caught your ears, and you couldn't deny how prideful you felt right at that moment, a glorious smirk threatning shape your lips upwards.

'Where tha hell ya think you're goin' ?

'Sleep'. You etched a dry reply. Not even looking him in the eyes.

'Don't know what yer on about but better come back here, missy'. He rasped with a hint of menace, his glance still locked on you.

'Oopsie. Sorry but not taking orders from you tonight, old man.'

You let out with the brattiest tone, chuckling provokingly on your way out of the bedroom. Hell the the brief moment of your inner brat celebrating its victory was cut short as you felt a calloused hand pull on your arm.

He turned you around to face him, darkened eyes stearing dead down into yours .

'Oh ya do know where this kinda attitude leads ya. Dont'cha?'

You coax your arm out of his grasp, eyes still glued to the ground. And he responds by pinning you whole against the wall, tho trying his best not to break one of your bones in the process.

'Guess I need to teach ya again. Tiny lil' brain of yours got a hard time learning the rules doesn't it, huh?'

'Fuck you.'

'Say again?'

You knew you just crossed the line. And you knew you were too deep into your silly little game now. Your heart skipped a beat seeing his face suddenly go empty, eyes stoic and expressionless. Not a sound skipped his lips later, but his hand brought your chin up, starring dead into his eyes.

Your chest swelled with all kinds of merged sensations. the fear overlapped with a witty arousal that powerfully grew down your abdomen. But screw it. You weren't backing off anyway, you chose to go toe to toe with your scary beast of a boyfriend and you were about to take the consequences like a champ.

And so you did... just in the most pathetic way possible. Each smack of his palm landing over your ass ripped into that little attitude of yours, leaving your heated face smeared with your own snot and salty tears.

You'd lie if you said you didn't like your face down against the mattress and your ass up facing his wrath. But soon enough he got you breaking down to tears, babbling all kinds of ridiculous nonsense and drooling over his lap like a braindead slut.

'Fuck! W-wait! T-Toji...s-too much, AH!' You let out the loudest moans your chocked cries could allow you to, tho your throat tensed so much from the stingy pain.

'Nah. Now arch dat back properly, fucking bitch.' His other arm slithered and wrapped around your neck in a headlock, keeping you still just so that every nerve under your skin could taste his sweet furious whacks.

'Toji! Fuck...p-please...it hurts!' Your mewly sobs filled the room, the choked hiccups and endless pleas only seemed to widen the wicked grimace on his face.

'heh. Go'head. mouth off again! Dying to hear ya.' He raised an eyebrow, challenging you to live up to the untamable brat you thought you were. Yet your drunk brain could barely discern his words at that moment.

Your eyes closed shut in defeat, almost passing out on the pain your poor asschecks endured. You could'nt quite formulate a response, but your tiny sobs had him lifting you off his lap with a false pity.

'Aww would ya look at dat. Figured out woudln't last long. Ya wanted me wrecking the shit outta yer ass from the start didn't ya?'

You gave him a dizzy glance and nodded, tongue lolling out of breath.

'Aw ya nasty thing. Could'a asked respectfully like the lil slut ya are ..but here we are again. Heh.'

He flipped you over and tossed you on the bed, pulling his sweatpants off his cock and pushing the damp fabric of your thong to the side. The sticky ropes coating your pussy lips riled him up further.

'Shit, Yer so fucking wet it's gross.' He shoved his thick middle and ring inside, giving you a few pumps before his length fully barged in, with no prior warning.

'Aghh... The fuck yer so tight for? Spanking yer ass got yer cunt this damn slimy, huh?..' he groans deep, thick fingers almost piercing into your buttcheeks as he throbbed inside.

'Toji...mhhh w-wait!' You squealed out, eyes going teary from the thick untrusion bullying through your guts.

'Oh shut it.' He spat and pressed a palm into the small of your back 'Ya knew you wanted cock, princess, nice and rough as you could have it.'

He pushed a low grunt and bottomed in. flashing you the nastiest grin before he started beating into your hole merciless...

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misshoneyimhome · 3 months

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「2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION」

“We were on a break!" I Nico Hischier (🔥)

Summary; Breakups can be tough, but taking breaks can be even more challenging, especially when you're unsure about your position in the situation

Tropes & warnings; Strangers to lovers, romantic relationship, breakup, drama, sadness, one-night-stands, mention of alchohol consumption, potential trigger for your inner season three and four Ross/Rachel, exes to lovers

Other notes; time jumps, first time writing about Nico Hischier 🙈

Word count; 2.8K

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets and the aftermath of a night that held no solace. The stranger beside you, a fleeting connection in a sea of faces, seemed oblivious to the storm raging within you. The weight of guilt and regret settled like a heavy fog, and a single tear betrayed the depth of your emotions.

Nico. His name resonated in your mind like a haunting melody, a constant reminder of what once was. His smile, his laughter, his handsome face – they all lingered, refusing to be erased. The breakup had left wounds that refused to heal, and the bitter echo of "We were on a break!" reverberated in your thoughts like a cruel mantra.

The night with the stranger was meant to be an escape, an attempt to drown the memories of Nico. Yet, as you lay there, it became evident that no amount of distraction could erase the ache in your heart. The bitterness of the past clung to you, casting a shadow over the weak attempts to move forward.

The room held a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled sounds of the outside world. The stranger stirred, oblivious to the turmoil within you. And as you wiped away the silent tears, you couldn't help but wonder if the choices made in the dark were only intensifying the ache in the light of day. The journey to healing seemed like an uphill battle, and in that moment, you longed for the simplicity of what once was – the warmth of Nico's smile, the comfort of his laughter, and the love that had slipped away in the chaos of a break.

Nico Hischier, the charismatic Swiss captain of the New Jersey Devils, had effortlessly stolen your heart from the very moment your eyes met. His sweet accent, like a melodic symphony, echoed in your ears, and his undeniable charm had woven a spell around your soul.

The journey from strangers to a close couple had been swift, but as quickly as your relationship had blossomed, it had evolved into uncharted territory, creating tension and cracks in the once-solid foundation.

Your story with Nico began at a New Year's party, where chance had intertwined your paths with those of the Devils players, and the night unfolded like a fairy tale – you talked for hours, shared intimate details, and danced as if time had no meaning. And unlike the Cinderella tale, the enchantment didn't fade at midnight; instead, Nico mustered the courage to seal the night with a tender kiss as the clock struck twelve.

The relationship developed rapidly, and within a few months, you found yourself proudly donning his jersey in the stands, passionately cheering him on. Through playoffs and the highs and lows of life, you became his emotional anchor. Your days were filled with being a supportive hockey girlfriend, oscillating between regular work hours and being a constant presence in Nico's life.

Then the off-season arrived after the Devils fell short against the Hurricanes, and from mid-May, a new chapter unfolded, offering a glimpse into a different lifestyle. Nico's plans to return to Switzerland for the summer became the focal point, and you were set to join him. Plans were in place to meet his friends and family, adding another layer of connection to your evolving story with the Swiss hockey star. The anticipation of the upcoming journey to Switzerland brought a mix of excitement and nervousness, as you were about to step into the world that had shaped the man who had stolen your heart.

And when returning to New Jersey after the heavenly escapade in Switzerland, filled with cheese, chocolates, and breathtaking mountain views, your new every day life began to settle in. Nico's insistence on you moving in with him was swift, almost as if it were a natural progression in your fairy tale love story.

Your Prince Charming had practically designated a spot for your belongings one day, not bothering to ask if you wanted to or not. But, of course, you did. Nico was your perfect match, and in his eyes, it was a no-brainer. Your laughter at his jokes, the way you looked out for him, and the comfort of letting him be the little spoon – it all made you irreplaceable in his life.

However, then the picture-perfect life started to lose its lustre, as real life, unlike fairy tales, doesn't guarantee happy endings. Your once-charmed existence evolved into a routine, despite the unpredictable nature of the NHL schedule. Home games became routine evenings, weekends were consumed by hockey-related activities, and your entire world revolved around Nico and the sport.

And as much as you cherished these moments, a year into this life, you began to yearn for space. Space to spend time with your friends, to be yourself without the shadow of being "Nico Hischier's girlfriend”. You longed to carve out a name for yourself in your career and beyond.

The public nature of your relationship had altered the essence of who you were, and the playoffs, with their demanding schedule and emotional toll, added to the growing knot in your stomach. A sickening feeling crept in, signalling that you needed to address these issues before losing yourself completely.

And the breaking point came after yet another heated argument with Nico, a recurring theme over the past few months. The fights revolved around your plea for space, a need to reclaim your individuality, while Nico seemed unable to understand your perspective. The echoes of his constant questioning and insistence on having you around filled the air.

In the midst of the argument, Nico's frustration erupted. "You knew how this was going to be, y/n… I thought you understood," he shouted, his words hanging heavy in the charged atmosphere.

"I do understand, Nico. All I'm saying is that I also need to be myself, just for a little while – not just your girlfriend," you tried to reason, but the words seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"I don't get it! So, what are you saying, that I can't have you AND my career? You know I can't make that choice, y/n!"

"That's not... that's not it! I just need some space..."

"Like how? Move out? Not be with me?"

"I don't know! I don't know what I want – maybe, we should just take a break or something..."

A heavy silence enveloped both of you as you caught your breaths, the weight of the words lingering in the air. The moment of truth arrived when you uttered the words that cut deeper than any knife could – but a painful decision you believed was necessary.

"You want a break from us?" Nico's dark eyes bore into yours, tears threatening to pool in the corners.

And as if your heart was being wrenched out, you nodded through the tears streaming down your face, making your skin puffy and swollen. "Yes," you whimpered softly. "I need a break from us, Nico. I need some time to think things through."

So, the following day, you moved out, leaving behind the life you had built together for the past year.

Nico's attempt to downplay the impact of the breakup fooled no one, especially not his teammates who knew him inside out. So, when the team faced another defeat in the playoffs, and the off-season loomed, the guys rallied together for a boys' night out, urging Nico to let loose and forget, even if just for a night.

In their minds, they believed that if Nico had truly moved on, he wouldn't be inclined to seek any distractions. However, to their surprise, he was more than willing to embrace a night of diversion. The usually focused and committed captain seemed eager to shake off the weight of the recent events, if only temporarily.

So, as the night unfolded, laughter and camaraderie echoed through the air, the boys watched as their captain navigated through the night, wondering if this temporary escape would provide the solace he needed or if it was just a fleeting distraction from the wounds that were still healing.

Two weeks had passed since the decision to take a break from Nico, and during that time, you delved deeper into your feelings. And as a more profound emotion stirred within you, you found yourself missing him more than anything. Armed with newfound clarity about your concerns, you decided it was time to face him again.

So without announcing your visit, you knocked on the front door of what was once your shared home, hoping to catch Nico off guard. You didn't want him to have the chance to prepare for your heartfelt admission that you had taken the time needed to be sure about wanting to be with him.

However, it turned out you were the one in for a surprise.

A perplexed Nico opened the door, and you greeted him with a soft, sincere smile. "y/n... what, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, sorry I just come around like this, but I just couldn't wait... I just wanted to tell you that-"

And then, you saw her.

A half-naked woman behind Nico, casually wandering around his condo in his shirt, her messy hair indicating she had clearly spent the night. The revelation hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, words failed you. The sincerity in your eyes shifted to confusion and hurt as you struggled to comprehend the scene before you.

"What?" Nico responded, his tone suddenly cold and seemingly heartless, as you stood there, baffled and hurt, your mouth slightly agape and your brows furrowed.

"You... you slept with someone?" Your voice carried a mix of firmness and vulnerability, a tear forming in the corner of your eye.

"Yeah, so what?" Nico spoke back. "Why do you even care about what I do?"

The shock hit you like a wave. While you had suggested a break, you hadn't anticipated that Nico would interpret it as a full-fledged breakup.

"Nico! I said I needed some time and space... and you just sleep with another woman!" you almost shouted, your accusation only adding fuel to the fire within him.

"So, what! We were on a break! Remember?"

"Yes, a break... that doesn't mean a breakup!"

"What?" Nico almost laughed mockingly. "What's even the difference... you didn't want to be with me – YOU broke up with ME... you expected me to just sit around and wait for you? Hell no!"

A part of you acknowledged that you were losing this battle. In a way, he had a point, and a semantic distinction couldn't salvage the situation at this point. Yet, stubbornness kept you from admitting defeat. Instead, you shook your head in disbelief and stormed off from his apartment, leaving the echoes of an unresolved argument behind.

The off-season was an agonising period. Not only had you parted ways with Nico on bitter terms, but you found no solace or distraction from the pain and heartache. Alcohol, casual hook-ups, and even late-night talks with your girls no longer sufficed. You were a broken mess, grappling with the aftermath of a painful breakup.

But resilience bubbled within you. Despite the turmoil, you knew you had to pull yourself together, rediscover the strength that defined you, and slowly navigate your way back to life.

So you put on your game face, dressing to impress as you reconnected with friends, curbing the wild party nights, and almost regaining the cheerful persona you once wore effortlessly. And with a burst of energy and a rejuvenating self-care trip to the hairdresser, you confronted the mature step of acknowledging that, since you were the one who made the decision, you had to face the consequences.

And the consequences led you to accidentally run into your ex at a small local coffee shop. A place you both used to love.

The encounter was unexpected, sending a jolt through your carefully rebuilt exterior. And as you stood face to face with Nico, a mix of emotions flooded in – regret, nostalgia, and the undeniable ache of a heart still on the mend.

Nico, equally taken aback, found himself frozen in place as he locked eyes with you. His internal dialogue urged him to keep walking, to ignore the familiar beauty that stood before him. Yet, his body seemed to defy his intentions, anchoring him in place after grabbing his coffee, while you were just about to join the queue.

There was a soft moment when your eyes met, a tender connection that transcended the past bitterness. It felt as though the anger had dissipated, leaving behind the remnants of broken hearts and emotions in need of care and love.

But despite the tenderness in the air, you couldn't shake off the nervousness, an anxiety about what he might say. Was he still angry? Did he need to unleash the pent-up frustration?

Surprisingly, Nico had processed those emotions during the summer. His training had served as a cathartic release, and the distance from the city had allowed his mind to gather its thoughts. He acknowledged that you had every right to feel the way you did. His demanding sport and schedule had consumed much of your time, leaving little room for the attention you deserved. He knew that now.

Moreover, he admitted to himself that sleeping with someone else hadn't made him feel any better. In fact, it left him with a sense of remorse. The void he thought could be filled was only accentuated by the absence of what truly mattered – the connection he had lost with you.

He had missed your kisses, the feel of your body, and the warmth of your smile. The void left by your absent laughter felt overwhelming, and he found no comfort in any other woman. All he wanted was to win you back.

"Y/n..." he began, attempting to navigate the conversation.

"Nico..." you replied, a light smile trying to form on your lips as you observed his facial expression.

And just as you were about to speak, so was he.

"Oh no..." you chuckled lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You go first..."

"Y/n... I'm sorry – shit, I don't even know what to say, I'm just..."

"Wait," you softly interrupted. "You're sorry? Nico, if anyone should be sorry, it should be me... I broke up with you, and then I got mad at you for trying to move on... I'M the one who's sorry," you admitted, almost on the verge of tears, unable to believe that he had opened up like this.

"But Schätzi..." the nickname rolled off his lips, a familiar warmth in the midst of the conversation. "I- I didn't even fight for you..."

You could sense he was struggling with the words, yet his expression and body language conveyed volumes.

"What do you mean, Nic... I pushed you away – I ran from our relationship..."

Tears once again trailed down your cheeks, and Nico's admission hung in the air, creating a strange and charged atmosphere between you two.

Amidst the aromatic blend of coffee and the gentle hum of brewing, the two of you found yourselves engaged in a battle of apologies, each trying to outdo the other in expressing remorse for the breakup. It seemed almost foolish, and the weight of the situation suddenly struck you both as laughter bubbled up.

"You did what I asked of you... because you're an amazing boyfriend, and I don't deserve you – I know that," you confessed with sincerity, offering him a soft smile as you poured out your emotions. "But, I do hope I can make up for it and not have you hate me..."

"Hate you? Schätzi, I could never hate you..." Nico spoke softly, taking a step forward as his large form entered your personal space.

You looked up at him, a mix of confusion and comfort washing over you.

"Really?"

"Shit... no way – I love you; I still do and most likely always will," he declared, flashing you half a smile.

And you couldn't help but wonder what you had done to deserve such a man.

"Nico... I love you too," you spoke softly, almost timid.

Again, a brief moment of silence hung in the air between you as you kept your eyes locked.

"So..." Nico broke the silence. "Does that mean I still have a chance with you?"

"Oh baby, I'm the one who doesn't deserve another chance with you... but if you'll have me, I'm all yours..."

"Of course, I'll have you!" Almost tossing his coffee aside, Nico pulled you into a heartfelt hug, his arms wrapping tightly around you as he embraced your figure. "And this time, I'll never let you go."

The words resonated with sincerity, a promise made in the midst of coffee shop sounds and the sweet aroma of brewing, sealing a chapter of heartache and opening a new one filled with hope and renewed love.

#2️⃣5️⃣0️⃣ followers celebration #nico hischier imagine #nico hischer x reader #new jersey devils imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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essenceeater · 6 months

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Erron black trying to court s/o headcanons? 🫡

Erron Black Courting HC's

I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS ERRON! I love him so much, cowboys are just AUGHHHH 😫😫😫 This is probably the fastest request I've written!

Character: Erron Black.

Triggers: Mentions of guns, lmk if I missed anything.

Requested: Yes

🔓 Requests are open at the moment🔓

Link to rules

🐎 Erron Black would maintain his mysterious aura but gradually reveal his softer side to his S/O. He might leave little gifts or hidden notes around to pique his S/O's curiosity. He leaves small, enigmatic notes with cryptic messages, encouraging the reader to solve them, leading to secret meetups.

🐎 Occasionally, he sends them rare desert flowers or unique trinkets as tokens of his affection.

🐎 Erron challenges you occasionally to a shooting competition in a secluded area, setting up targets in creative and challenging ways.

🐎 He'd provide shooting lessons, standing closely behind the reader to guide their aim, creating a romantic tension. He just wants to impress you with his sharp shooting skills

"Let me show you how it's done," Erron stands behind, guiding his S/O's arm, both focusing their vision on the target in front of them. "Now, squeeze the trigger gently."

🐎 An adventure might involve a surprise horseback ride to a hidden oasis, complete with a picnic he prepared. I know this is Erron we are talking about but he's gonna try his damn best to make you happy.

🐎In perilous situations, Erron would shield the reader, using his skills to ensure their safety. He'd be damned if something happened to you. He'd go to great lengths to ensure his S/O's safety, showing his commitment and care.

"I can't stand to see anyone threaten you. I'll always keep you safe, no matter what."

🐎 Erron's morally ambiguous nature might lead to inner conflicts, as he tries to balance his loyalty to Outworld with his feelings for his lover. He doesn't want to scare you away or think he'd hurt you, but he's not going to give up his outlaw life, just keep you away from the dangers.

🐎 During quiet nights by a campfire, he definitely would tell you stories, some goofy, some intense. He might gradually open up to you about his past and the reasons for his outlaw lifestyle, creating a bond of trust and intimacy.

🐎 YOU CAN'T TELL ME HE WOULDN'T TRY TO CHARM HIS S/O WHILE COURTING THEMMMMM!! HE SO WOULDDDD.

🐎 Expect lots of playful banter and teasing from Erron as he tries to charm you. His wit and humor would be part of his courtship strategy. HOWEVER THEY ARE ALL SUPER CHEESY AND FUNNY. I love him but I feel like he'd be saying some of the most goofy shit possible with someone he genuinely likes.

🐎He would tease the reader with witty one-liners, creating a playful yet flirtatious dynamic.

🐎 Banter between them would be a recurring theme, adding humor to their interactions.

"You might want to be careful, sweetheart. I've been known to steal hearts." Erron said as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him as the two of you watched the stars.

"Oh really?" S/O chuckles as they rest their head against his shoulder. Rolling their eyes at his cheesy attempt to charm.

🐎This man is an outlaw, he's unpredictable.

🐎 What does this lead to?

🐎He might surprise the reader with unexpected acts of kindness or show up when they least expect it, keeping them on their toes. All of a sudden he's appearing at their doorstep with a homemade dinner and flowers in hand.

🐎 Unexpected visits during storms, when the reader least expects it, would be Erron's way of expressing his affection.

"I brought dinner. Hope you like it."

"You can cook?"

"A little something I picked up over the years. Just for you."

🐎 Erron Black would likely be a fan of slow burn, gradually building a connection and chemistry with his S/O, making the eventual romance more rewarding from his courting.

"I reckon I want to savor every moment with you, darlin'. No rush."

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But also... Andreil on the great British bake off (they have celebrity seasons)

Look, I'm gonna be honest.

It's a disaster in two parts.

Neil is there EXPLICITLY because Stuart found out that he had been asked to go do it because he is technically British. Stuart has asked him to be the bane of Paul Hollywood's existence and is willing to do quite a bit to make the man's life hell.

"He knows what he did." is all Stuart will say on the matter.

Neil agrees to come be a Baker on the stipulation that Andrew also gets to come. Andrew has no interest in baking other than what it can produce for him to eat, he has no desire to do the laborious task of baking himself.

Stuart offers him an Aston.

Andrew agrees.

Neil is a nightmare in the tent. He hates desserts. He hates measuring. He has never done a single prep bake. He has no idea what the desserts are during the technical challenge. He just goes with his gut (his iron gut). He produces three straight desserts that Paul will not let Prue eat for fear that she will just straight up die if she eats it. He is a pile of misery upon consuming all three.

When Neil is kicked off in round one no one is surprised. Paul pats Neil on the back as he leaves the tent and Neil just leans in, "Stuart Hatford sends his regards." he says now that the mic has been removed. Paul Hollywood's tan fades but Neil doesn't look back.

Andrew is a nightmare for a completely different reason and that reason is that he very visibly and honestly does not give a single flying fuck about what he's doing but he's doing quite well. He is the most boring man on camera, zero quips, won't interact with Noel and whoever the fuck is the other presenter by this point, just him doing exactly what the recipe requires and then he always makes a point of grabbing whatever Paul and Prue have judged and taking it all back to his station so that he can eat it. He stares straight into the camera as he eats an entire three tier cake. He dedicates every week he is Star Baker to his inspiration: Kevin Day.

Andrew makes it all the way to the Finals with impressive bakes that he basically just decided on 100% by how much he thinks it would upset Kevin to watch him eat it knowing that he SHOULD be doing weight training for the olympics. ("Weight TRAINING not Weight GAINING Andrew! Do you have to hold up two fingers as you eat the entire thing? Can you at least PRETEND it's not to SPITE me?" Kevin wails as Andrew calls him for the post-credit scene where the star bakers call their families usually but Andrew just uses it so everyone can hear Kevin Day lose his mind on Public Access.)

Andrew gets to the finals and his show stopper....it's immaculate. It's gorgeous. It's a work of art. Paul Hollywood is looking at this feat of modern baking engineering in wonder.

He shakes Andrew's hand before he even tastes it and-

"Stuart Hatford sends his regards."

Paul Hollywood is now nervous to eat this cake. Does he look out at the gathered friends and family of the contestants and see Stuart Hatford? Does he remember what he did?

He eats the cake because show obligations and it tastes as good as it looks but he is oddly silent as Prue talks about it.

Andrew Wins and Paul Hollywood stays exactly one entire party's width away from Neil, Stuart, and Andrew during the entire victory picnic.

Andrew gives his post bake-off speech and flat out says it was kind of boring and he wants to go home to America. The next scene is him driving off with Neil in an Aston Martin.

Edit: Thanks @the-inner-musings-of-a-worm for the idea once again!

#Great British Bake Off x AFTG #AFTG AU #AFTG #Andreil #There is absolutely some outrage about a fucking American winning #People are mad #Andrew is never invited back for any all stars follow-ups #Stuart has to ship that car across the ocean #He still thinks it was worth it to mess with Hollywood #What is Paul Hollywood and Stuart Hatford's past together you may ask?#Perhaps Stuart was a big Mary Berry fan. Perhaps he has sent an almost insane number of letters about this #And if Paul Hollywood woke up numerous times to cherry pie filling on his walls #Stating that Stuart Hatford preferred Mel and Sue?#And not a single detective Paul Hollywood went to would touch it once he gave Stuart's name?#Well that's between Stuart Paul Hollywood and GOD.#Personally I like the whole cast no matter the season #But I am not a man who has all 71 Mary Berry cookbooks and biographies #But you know who might?#Stuart Hatford might #A Foxhole Bake AU

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accio-victuuri · 16 days

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China Film Critics Society weibo account posted a short article/ evaluation of Wang Yibo. you all might be mad at the second paragraph but it is what it is. it will not all be praises for Yibo. It is very obvious that a lot of critics haven’t watched his dramas and have some prejudice.

China Film and Television Performance Review Summit Forum evaluated actor Wang Yibo

Zhang Hui, dean of the Performance School of Beijing Film Academy, proposed that in 2023, Wang Yibo starred in many movies, including major movies He was nominated for the Golden Rooster Award for Best Supporting Actor for "Hidden Blade" by director Cheng Er, "Born to Fly" directed by Liu Xiaoshi and "One and Only" directed by Dapeng. This is undoubtedly Wang Yibo's recognition as a cross-border actor from outside the industry. Excellent achievements, praise and affirmation given. These films have allowed us to see Wang Yibo's potential and plasticity, as well as his progress and growth as a cross-border actor through continuous practice and tempering. They also allow us to place more expectations and hopes on actors who are not from a professional background.

Before starring in "One and Only" and "Hidden Blade", Wang Yibo had always "relied on his face". The roles he played were all cold and handsome princes or knights in costume dramas. He appeared on the stage with a "handsome" face that was almost facially paralyzed. There is no true emotion revealed in the characters he plays, and no three-dimensional shaping of the characters. It can be said that those scenes cannot even be called "performances." However, "Chen Shuo" who is passionate about his dreams in "One and Only" and "Mr. Ye", the inner-struggle triple agent in "Hidden Blade", let us see that Wang Yibo has begun to be serious about performance creation. He has the courage to challenge himself and take a brave step towards the profession of actor.

In "One and Only", Wang Yibo changed his introverted personality and cold expression, starting from the character's emotions to portray this young dancer who sincerely pursues his dreams. He interprets an ordinary, sincere, simple, persistent and determined young man chasing dreams in a real, natural, vivid and vivid way. Chen Shuo, who he plays, has a burning passion for dreams and the purest love for dance in his eyes in every scene. It is precisely because Wang Yibo accurately grasps the emotions of the characters that he creates "Chen Shuo" with accurate, vivid and sincere emotions, which deeply touches the hearts of every audience.

Wang Yibo plays the role of "Mr. Ye", a spy with three identities in "Hidden Blade". It is a big challenge for him, whether it is to break through his own image or to create the complexity and versatility of the character. He once mentioned that before filming started, in order to understand the characters and find the appropriate performance state, he watched classic films such as "The Godfather", "Pulp Fiction" and "Inglourious Basterds", and conducted special training on lines and action scenes. Although Wang Yibo's acting skills in the film are a bit immature compared to other movie queens and movie kings, through his control of details and emotional expression, he captured the audience's emotions on multiple levels, highlighting the tension of the work.

#i wanna smack the person who made this post but we can’t get away from critics #i can see how people want to dismiss his previous works but everything he achieved now was because of what he did in the past #i just realized the pressure he is on when mermaid/intercross comes out #HERE IS WANG YIBO RAISING THE BAR FOR ACTORS 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼#wang yibo #accio victuuri translation

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attichaos · 2 years

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Tarot - Major Arcana

These are just short basic descriptions to help get through the cards

*longer read*

The Fool

Numerology: 0

Astrological correspondence: Uranus

Element: Air

Companion cards: All of the Major Arcana

Upright

Beginnings

Innocence

Spontineity

Free spirit

Reversed

Holding back

Recklessness

Risk-taking

The Magician

Numerology: 1

Astrological correspondence: Mercury

Element: Air (All other elements present as supporting energies)

Companion cards: Wheel of Fortune & The Sun

Upright

Manifestation

Resourcfulness

Power

Inspired action

Reversed

Manipulation

Poor planning

Untapped talents

The High Priestess

Numerology: 2

Astrological correspondence: Moon

Element: Water

Companion cards: Justice & Judgement

Upright

Intuition

Sacred knowledge

Divine feminine

The subconious mind

Reversed

Secrets

Disconnected from intuition

Withdrawal and silence

The Empress

Numerology: 3

Astrological correspondence: Venus

Element: Earth

Companion cards: The Hanged Man & The World

Upright

Femininity

Beauty

Nature

Nurturing

Abundance

Reversed

Creative block

Dependence on others

The Emperor

Numerology: 4

Astrological correspondence: Aries

Element: Fire

Companion cards: Death

Upright

Authority

Establishment

Structure

A father figure

Reversed

Domination

Inflexibility

Excessive control

Lack of discipline

The Hierophant

Numerology: 5

Astrological correspondence: Taurus

Element: Earth

Companion cards: Temperance

Upright

Spiritual wisdom

Religious beliefs

Conformity

Tradition

Institutions

Reversed

Personal beliefs

Freedom

Challenging the status quo

The Lovers

Numerology: 6

Astrological correspondence: Gemini

Element: Air

Companion cards: The Devil

Upright

Love

Harmony

Relationships

Values alignment

Choices

Reversed

Self-love

Misalignment of values

Imbalance

Disharmony

The Chariot

Numerology: 7

Astrological correspondence: Cancer

Element: Water

Companion cards: The Tower

Upright

Control

Willpower

Success

Action

Determination

Reversed

Self-discipline

Opposition

Lack of direction

Strength

Numerology: 8

Astrological correspondence: Leo

Element: Fire

Companion cards: The Star

Upright

Strength

Courage

Persuasion

Influence

Compassion

Reversed

Inner strength

Self-doubt

Low energy

Raw emotion

The Hermit

Numerology: 9

Astrological correspondence: Virgo

Element: Earth

Companion cards: The Moon

Upright

Soul-searching

Introspection

Being alone

Inner guidance

Reversed

Withdrawal

Loneliness

Isolation

Wheel of Fortune

Numerology: 10

Astrological correspondence: Jupiter

Element: Fire

Companion cards: The Magician & The Sun

Upright

Good luck

Karma

Life cycles

Destiny

A turning point

Reversed

Back luck

Resistance to change

Breaking cycles

Justice

Numerology: 11

Astrological correspondence: Libra

Element: Air

Companion cards: The High Priestess & Judgement

Upright

Justice

Fairness

Truth

Cause and effect

Reversed

Unfairness

Lack of accountability

Dishonesty

The Hanged Man

Numerology: 12

Astrological correspondence: Neptune

Element: Water

Companion cards: The Empress & The World

Upright

Pause

Surrender

Letting go

New perspective

Reversed

Delays

Resistance

Stalling

Indecision

Death

Numerology: 13

Astrological correspondence: Scorpio

Element: Water

Companion cards: The Emperor

Upright

Endings

Change

Transformation

Transition

Reversed

Resistance to change

Personal transformation

Inner purging

Temperance

Numerology: 14

Astrological correspondence: Sagittarius

Element: Fire

Companion cards: The Hierophant

Upright

Balence

Moderation

Patience

Purpose

Reversed

Imbalence

Excess

Self-healing

Re-alignment

The Devil

Numerology: 15

Astrological correspondence: Capricorn

Element: Earth

Companion cards: The Lovers

Upright

Shadow self

Attachment

Addiction

Restriction

Sexuality

Reversed

Releasing limiting beliefs

Exploring dark thoughts

Detachment

The Tower

Numerology: 16

Astrological correspondence: Mars

Element: Fire

Companion cards: The Chariot

Upright

Sudden change

Upheaval

Chaos

Revelation

Awakening

Reversed

Personal transformation

Far of change

Averting disaster

The Star

Numerology: 17

Astrological correspondence: Aquarius

Element: Air

Companion cards: Strength

Upright

Hope

Faith

Purpose

Renewal

Spirituality

Reversed

Lack of faith

Despair

Selt-trust

Disconnection

The Moon

Numerology: 18

Astrological correspondence: Pisces

Element: Water

Companion cards: The Hermit

Upright

Illusion

Fear

Anxiety

Subconcious

Intuition

Reversed

Release of fear

Repressed emotion

Inner confusion

The Sun

Numerology: 19

Astrological correspondence: The Sun

Element: Fire

Companion cards: The Magician & Wheel of Fortune

Upright

Positivity

Fun

Warmth

Success

Vitality

Reversed

Inner child

Feeling down

Overly optimistic

Judgement

Numerology: 20

Astrological correspondence: Pluto

Element: Fire & Water

Companion cards: High Priestess & Justice

Upright

Judgement

Rebirth

Inner calling

Absolution

Reversed

Self-doubt

Inner critic

Ignoring the call

The World

Numerology: 21

Astrological correspondence: Saturn

Element: Earth

Companion cards: The Empress & The Hanged Man

Upright

Completion

Integration

Accomplishment

Travel

Reversed

Seeing personal closure

Short-cuts

Delays

And as always, merry meet <3

Atti

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serpentpatrol · 4 months

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⚔️Martian/Plutonic: Fearlessness to Face Death/Struggles and Come Back Empowered⚔️

🔎Discretion: consider zodiac signs, aspects, and placements in a birth chart as a map of the soul, it gives you direction on how to recognize its influence or impact within you, as the saying goes: "the stars impels; they don't compel". These observations also depends on degrees, houses, aspects to planets and mostly the free will of the person. Your birth chart gives you information about the pattern of how your energy plays out in the universe but in the end it's your own free will which is the one that decides on how to manage the energy.

🎶 Angel Sanctuary OST 《Rociel - Inorganic Angel》 *play the music to feel the vibe of Martian Plutonic energy 🩸🔥⚔️*

🩸There is something about the principles that the spartan soldiers upholds that I really admire and this movie titled 300 is based on real spartan soldiers and it's about how King Leonidas strategizes to defeat his enemies. He followed his own method when he killed the big wolf by leading the enemy to a smaller corner. It's similar to the movie titled Revenant, the main character, was nearly being killed by a bear, left to die by his comrades, and he had to survive in the wild forest alone, he was dying, but that isolation in the state of dying transformed him and as if was being resurrected back to life. He was then targeting his enemy to exact his revenge from what the enemy had done to him, and it made that enemy scared. There's a quote from the main character, "He's afraid, he knows I have come so far to find him". This is a tactical terror that scared enemies, people thought the person was dead, but he survived as if he was being revived back by the God of Death, this is very martian or plutonic. When a martian/plutonian person being thrown into danger, it won't easily defeat them, they will take it as a challenge and it ignites the inner beast to tackle that challenge. Martian energy is about aggression, reaching goals through strategized actions, tactical methods, modus operandi, how we behave when we are angry or when we want to handle things or solving problems, how we express our motivation or inner drives. While Plutonic energy is about death and rebirth process of transformation, something that might kill or obliterate you only make you even stronger and empowered, depicted precisely in the myth of Phoenix which resurrected itself and rose above its own ashes after death. I truly admire these militaristic survival themes, be it through movie scenes, animes, fictional or historical novels or books, even games that tell stories about the journey of the soul against death, when you are ready to die, you live, but when you are blind to death, you experience transformation through it. (Another example of Martian/Plutonic themes in movies are Deadpool, Taken (all sequels), Sicario, Dont Breathe 1 & 2)

(watch the video here where King Leonidas must defeat the big wolf in the wilderness as part of his initiation to become the man of Sparta). 👇🏻🐺

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🩸Having Martian and Plutonic placements combined and aspecting to eachother could really create an empowering energy that the person will always carry within them in their lifetime, it is not a calm harmonious energy, its energy is similar to war zones, chaos. In Greek Mythology, the planet Mars symbolized God Ares, the God of War and planet Pluto symbolized God Hades, the God of Underworld. These two planets combination would be majorly related to themes of life that change the person through chaos, exposure of transformative events or encounters, power struggles, conflicts, wars, things happening around them that would drive them to activate the survivalist primal instinct just to survive from the attacks or triggers. Anyone who has this placement probably had experienced unfairness, or they became the target of unscrupulous judgement or treatments because when this energy is dormant within them it is somehow attracting things around them to trigger and activate the mars-pluto energy. Sometimes attracting abuse to them or the person themselves becomes the abuser if they still have not enough strength yet to control, contain and manage this enormous primal energy within, its uncontrollable! Themes of near death experience could also be present where the person survived from accidents or encountered dangerous events. Or the person somehow has this big energy which can destroy things around them or even be destructive to others with or without intention. Having this energy feels like dealing an unexpected war or being present in a constant battlefield.

🩸If this energy could be controlled and the person understood on how to manage the energy, it could then be used more properly for leadership, the beastly instinct transmuted and be used to help others who are weak, afflicted or underdogs or could even be used to defend some belief systems or good moral principles, become a professional focused surgeon who could perform meticulous physical operation for a patient, etc. It all depends on which house the mars and pluto are placed in, that can represent specific life themes playing out in the person's life event. Mars and Pluto combined is symbolic to represent fearless resilient warrior archetype who protects, defends, is a fierce executor, courageously thrives when life circumstances gets tougher and extreme, is alert in emergency circumstances.

🩸Every person who has this aspect should take care of how they express themselves because this is a powerful combination which cannot be taken lightly. The person could easily lose control, causing accidents or destructions and the power of that inner dragon could drag him to a state of powerlessness when facing those out of control circumstances. So, by doing positive healthy activities, it could help the person to tame that inner dragon and made it stable, the activities that can transmute this energy to a more productive rather than destructive way would be highly recommended: martial art, artistic expressions through painting/music/fashion, meditation, sports, intensely dive deep to learn topics or subjects which later be internalized, spiritual pursuits, defend helpless fellow human beings, animals, or a cause.

🩸These people may seem gentle or not revealing any power in their expression or it could be the opposite where these people exudes steel-like presence, leader vibe, militaristic primal energy. Nevertheless, they will encounter challenging and intense experiences that could transform them to be more refined and sharp in their awareness to the darkness or chaos of the world (depends on the aspects and house influence), they are resilient souls, having sophisticated mentality like a military war general or just have a very empowered spirit.

🩸Individuals with prominent Mars-Pluto aspects have to learn on taming their own inner beast/inner dragon in a way like what Jordan Peterson had taught and said: "Those who have swords and know how to use them but keep them sheathed will inherit the world. You should be a monster, an absolute monster. And then you should learn how to control it." It is the same analogy with this quote: "It's better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war"; emphasizes the necessity to have consciousness, alert, and well prepared over the surroundings both in peace and chaos. While in peace you sharpened/trained your sword/weapon/instinct, so then in battle you could apply what you have learned or practiced. By doing this, you wouldn't let the destructive instinct take control over you but instead you are in control of that instinct. This made you more empowered because you could understand the chaos of the world and could pass through the calamity, so you wouldn't make yourself the victim which led to your own demise/self-annihilation.

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*new* Intimate Conversations (finale)

Title: Intimate Conversations

Pairing: Sebastian Vettel x female character x Jenson Button

Rating: +18

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings/notes: Established relationship. Threesome. M/F/M

Summary: Threesomes mess up your relationship, they said.

A/N: Last chapter posted. Took a bit but we got there.

Link to the full fic on AO3 here.

"Looks like you could use a hand to take care of that, Seb."

There was no way Stella had heard that.

It had to be the foggy lust haze blurring sounds in her ears. But Jenson was most certainly shifting closer to Sebastian and reaching out, slowly enough that they could tell exactly what he was about to do.

Sebastian had frozen on his tracks, half sitting with a leg tucked under him, fleshy inner thigh fully laid out.

He made no move to stop Jenson.

Hyperaware, Stella followed how lube slicked fingers wrapped around her boyfriend's cock and slid along the shaft. Sebastian, too, watched, eyes wide like saucers, as the head appeared and disappeared from the inside of his closed fist. Jenson's fingers brushed under his balls and Sebastian inhaled sharply. His body stirred, of course, reacting to the stimulus.

"Is it alright like this?" Jenson whispered.

Stella was holding her breath. Sebastian lifted his chin, blinking in that slow manner of his. "I-I don't know what to tell you, man."

"Do you want me to stop?" And he followed that by thumbing the slit with particular care.

Sebastian's mouth formed a perfect "o", filled with pleasure. "Yes," he swallowed. "No. I-I don't know." At his side, the sheet was bunched up in his fist and he squirmed a little on the spot, as if he didn't know what to do with his legs. Jenson was grinning. "Maybe keep going. Keep going... you're not so bad at it," he added.

"Naturally talented is what they call it, mate," he teased. His grip seemed firmer, as he flicked his wrist, and the skin on skin sounds hit louder than they perhaps normally would. It was deliciously tantalising and Stella didn't trust herself to even wonder where that might lead. "Tell me how you like it, c'mon."

"I didn't expect I'd be needing to explain that to you," he breathed. He was nibbling on his bottom lip now.

Jenson released him - Sebastian's brow furrowing with clear disappointment - and his seductive eyes darted meaningfully to his own lap. "What if I told you I'd love it if you showed me?"

The two men were close enough that Jenson was within reach from his right hand. It was a challenge.

One that Sebastian would not turn down.

Sure enough, a few expectant moments later the German slowly made a move. It was such a striking image, seeing him stroking another man's cock. His hand seemed smaller, there was a degree of uncertainty, it was all so very different compared to how it went when he touched himself.

Tip of his tongue sticking out, Sebastian tilted his head to the side as he got accustomed to the sensation of pleasuring someone else that way, gradually displaying more confidence.

Stretching out their legs to sit more comfortably, they applied some lube at Jenson's suggestion before carrying on in a mutual exchange. Stella was gifted with a front row view to it all.

"You're telling me you've never done this, Seb?" Jenson sounded slightly breathless.

The reply came as a simple shake of head, Sebastian mouthing "no".

"With none of your karting buddies in a locker room? When you were the last ones around?"

"I don't know what it was like for you," he scoffed, "but everyone was always bigger and older than me. The kids, the sponsors..."

"I suppose it's never too late, is it?"

Sebastian appeared fascinated, watching as they wanked each other, his right arm and Jenson's left crossed over each other's laps. They had fallen into an easy rhythm, pretty much mirroring each other.

Stella giggled. "I think I found the next OnlyFans stars."

A small smile pulled at the corner of Sebastian's mouth; Jenson winked at her. "Oh, yeah? Why don't you come over here so you can get your share?"

She had no interest in changing the dynamics yet.

Sebastian shot a loaded glance at his fellow driver and Stella sensed something changing.

"Jenson, is it okay if I give you a blowjob?"

The blond's head snapped up. Sebastian was staring at him in a disarmed manner as if he had just offered him a lift to the circuit.

"D-did I hear that right? You're offering to- you want to suck me off?"

Sebastian went redder, a mix of coyness and naughtiness on the lopsided grin that formed. "Why not?" He glanced at Stella, then shrugged and withdrew from Jenson's lap. "I never tried it. And I mean, since we're here now. Obviously, if you don't mind. But I don't think you do."

"Oh, wow." Jenson was floored but the dark pupils did not conceal his primal reaction. "As if I'd ever say no to that. I think you're trying to kill me."

"No, not really, I hope I'm not that bad!" He joked. "So how do you wanna do this, how should we...?" And he gesticulated to the general area of the bed.

Moving aside immediately, Stella made room for Jenson, the British driver preparing to recline against the headboard, fluffing a pillow to stuff behind his back. Sebastian searched for Stella's hand, giving it a squeeze, and placed a kiss on her lips. He seemed a little anxious all of a sudden.

"What if I like it?"

"You say that as if it's a bad thing."

She sat comfortably beside Jenson, the temperature in the room rising steeply at the mere sight of Sebastian crawling all the way up from the end of the bed and then above him. Sitting on his heels for a moment, their limbs entwined, he focused on the generous erection resting on Jenson's belly as if he was assessing the task.

Without any warning, he grabbed him at the base and experimentally licked him up like an ice cream. Jenson responded with a mighty shudder and Stella heard him curse under his breath.

Sitting back up, Sebastian winced and cleared his throat. Stella immediately pipped in, "You get used to the taste."

"Right." He tucked the unruly locks of wavy hair behind his ears and grinned. "Any tips?"

"You know the drill," Jenson folded his tattooed arm under his head and spread wider on the mattress, making himself more accessible. "It can't really go wrong. Just do what feels good when you're on the receiving end, let's put it like that."

"Really careful with your teeth," Stella added, caressing his arm encouragingly. "And don't get too excited, don't take more than you think you can."

"Small mistake, big consequences, I get it." The permanent blush that had set on his cheeks made him incredibly boyish; the combination with his bright eyes was irresistible. "Maybe I should practise first. You have a banana? No?" He shook his head, amusing himself.

"You can practise all you want on me, Seb, I promise."

"Okay, no fruit. Just fruity." Sebastian leaned forward again, this time bracing himself on one elbow. Jenson twitched when he rested a hand on his hipbone. "Where the hell did you pull this from? Fuck, it's so big."

His tongue darted out. Slowly, it flattened over the tip, licking once. He wetted his lips then swirled his tongue around the head; and then he moved down to take him in his mouth. Stella watched the way his cheeks hollowed when he sucked. Jenson hissed, closing his eyes.

"Alright?" She asked Sebastian.

He drew back. "Yeah. Bit weird but I'm still drunk enough," he chuckled.

"Don't worry, just keep going..." Jenson gasped when he resumed. "A four time Formula 1 champion sucking my dick. God, in my wildest dreams. In my wildest dreams..."

Sebastian was giving it his full, undivided attention, just as he did with everything else in his life. With his lips stretched around the full width of Jenson's cock, his mouth glided up and down over the wetness, hand rubbing what he couldn't reach, ridiculous eyelashes laid against his cheeks. He looked up at Jenson to check his responses, a wisp of curly hair fallen in front of his eyes.

Watching her boyfriend staring squarely at another man while sucking him diligently might rank as the hottest thing Stella had ever witnessed in her entire life.

"Enjoying myself loads, Seb." Jenson's voice had mellowed into a lazy, sultry drawl and he massaged his shoulder fondly. "You look incredible doing this. Do you mind if I-" And he placed a hand on top of his head. There was no protest. "I refuse to believe this is your first time. I absolutely refuse to believe it. Stella, your boyfriend is a natural at giving head. You must know this." Sebastian averted his gaze and his ears were turning crimson.

"Of course he is, he's amazing in bed." Filled with silly pride, she snuggled to him and rubbed his back in appreciation. "He's good at everything."

She saw him swallowing and Jenson released a louder groan. "Oh, fuck, yes...oh, fuck, I'm gonna come so quick."

Jenson cupped the back of Sebastian's head and, together with Stella, stroked his shoulders, down his backside and thighs, everywhere they could reach. Stella pressed her thumbs to the dimples on the small of his back and proceeded to run her tongue up the deep ridge of his spine.

There was no denying it, he was definitely aroused.

"Don't worry, I'll help you feel good, love."

She grabbed him between his legs and he immediately moaned around Jenson. He was hard as a rock.

"Tell me what he's like, Stella." And she could hear Sebastian breathing harder. "How much have you really done?"

Pulling out and wiping at his mouth, Sebastian braced himself on both arms. "Just because I'm blowing you it doesn't mean you get to know everything."

"Oh, lord..." Jenson jerked, his nails digging on Sebastian's shoulder blade when he lowered his head and continued sucking him. "You love this, don't you? C'mon, don't think I can't tell. Don't think I didn't notice how much you liked what she did to you either. Before, when we were on the couch." There was a gagging noise from Sebastian and Jenson's muscles tightened up, his face contorting sharply. He was quickly pushing at the German's shoulder now. "Wait, wait. Stop for a moment. Please. Seb, you have to stop now."

A little dazed, Sebastian sat back up while Jenson removed himself from under him. He was all puffy and glossy pink lips and seemed confused at whether he'd done something very good or very bad. Stella decided clarifications were a waste of time and simply swerved his face towards hers. He returned the kiss with hunger and they were cupping each other's faces in an instant, his fingers knotting in her hair tightly.

She dipped her face to his collarbone to cover him in kisses, running her tongue along the dips and hollows and shapes of his upper body, sucking and nipping as she went along, aching for the taste of the sweat on his skin and the coarse texture of his chest hair on her face. Her hands ran up and down his torso and cupped his toned pectoral muscles. He always felt incredible under her touch, so strong yet vulnerable. He gasped against the side of her head when she tweaked his nipples.

The snap of a condom was followed by Jenson moving around on the mattress. He settled behind Sebastian, who quickly glanced one side to another before relaxing at his proximity. Nuzzling the side of his neck, he slid a hand around the German's waist to his front. Stella caught on to it and guided him down.

Sebastian surfaced from her kiss and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. "Fuck..." His voice sounded thicker, swamped in arousal. The moonlight coming in through the window pane fell on his eyes and eyelashes from the side in a flattering angle and the golden hairs on his stubble shone bright.

They wanked him together. Facing up, chest heaving with shallow pants, Sebastian seemed completely undone and she stroked his damp hair back, away from his forehead.

"Jenson," he called out.

"I'm here, tell me... tell me what you need."

Stella saw Jenson's buttocks contracting when he tilted forward in a fluid hip swivel. Sebastian's head lolled back to land on Jenson's shoulder, their host wrapping his free arm around his slim waist.

"Jenson... I need to think about that first, I'm sorry."

"I wasn't going to, I swear," he chuckled. "Certainly never without asking!"

"I know you weren't. I'm just saying in advance, I don't think I'm ready for more." Sebastian gazed up at Jenson. "But you can go back to what you were doing. It felt good."

Jenson's grin was feral and there was another roll of hips. "Is that so?"

"Oh..."

It was a mix of a chuckle and a breathy moan and his arm shot around Jenson's neck. Upright on his knees, back bowed in a perfect curve, thighs flexed and his cock proud and erect in Jenson's hand, he pushed back into the other man's crotch.

The bed was dipping where their knees were set wide apart for balance, the two nestled tightly and grinding together. That was when Stella had a glimpse of it - the tip of Jenson's cock peeking, snug in the middle of her boyfriend's pert buttocks.

She completely missed entirely what Jenson was whispering but Sebastian's fingers at the back of his head were desperate to grasp at something. Cupping the side of his face, Jenson pressed his lips on the corner of his mouth. Heads tilted, they drew closer.

It was clumsy. All tongue and teeth between harsh breaths and noses bumping, Jenson's palms splayed open over Sebastian's thighs, stroking him languorously as they kissed.

The air was saturated with sweat and humidity, the smell of torrid heat and sex everywhere. It dawned on Stella that she had retreated from the action entirely and she didn't care. She was mesmerised, committed to etch every second into her brain.

"Suck", Jenson instructed.

He had cupped Sebastian's jaw and his thumb had slipped in by the corner of his mouth. Blindly, Sebastian only closed his lips around his finger under the scorching gaze from Jenson. A drop of sweat ran down the Brit's sideburn.

"You make me wanna come all over you." Jenson growled, returning to his groin and teasing him with his fingertips. "Do you know... everytime we sprayed champagne on each other on the fucking podium, right there in front of everyone... I had this insane fantasy of locking you somewhere with me?"

Sebastian's eyes squeezed shut. "It's just... adrenaline."

"That's what you tell yourself?"

Sebastian grunted and Jenson shifted, as if looking for a different angle. They dropped forward on all fours on the bed.

"Like this?"

"Yeah...yeah..." Head bowed as Jenson humped him and wanked him with fast strokes at the same time, his body was taut as a wire.

"I'd be on my knees for you, Seb, anytime you wanted. Anywhere. You just had to ask."

His eyes were crinkled, his mouth wide open and gasping. His hand covered Jenson's.

"Why didn't you?"

His face scrunched up; Jenson growled into the juncture between his shoulder and neck.

One after the other they came, their joined hands dirty with pearly white fluid.

They collapsed on the bed next to each other.

***

Monte Carlo's old school glamour was special, Stella contemplated as she took another drag of her cigarette. There was some traffic noise in the distance, scattered voices, music travelling swiftly over the water and floating from various directions. Still riding the heatwave from their evening, she noted how the night too was warmer than usual for the season.

She heard the boys' voices at low volume when she left the bathroom earlier; they had a bottle of Johny Walker with them. She forced herself to leave the pair on their own and returned to the living room to pluck a much needed cigarette from her bag. She had an inkling they had some catching up to do.

Everything felt out of kilter, somehow.

It would happen sometimes, after such nights. And the previous couple of hours did feel as if she'd been high, chemicals pumping through her veins. The crash wasn't so bad as others she'd experienced in the past but this particular aftertaste represented a strange twist.

"Hey."

Equally stark naked, Sebastian rested his elbows on the balcony's balustrade by her side. She stubbed her cigarette in the ashtray she'd stolen from the table.

A finger poked her in the ribs and she bowed her head with a smile, pulling her long hair over one shoulder, before eyeing him from the side. He was already awaiting her gaze, with a smile of his own. They chuckled at the same time.

"You okay?" She cosied up to him and his arm wrapped around her. A kiss on the top of her head brought a contented sigh.

"That was wild."

"You didn't actually believe you'd be watching from the sidelines all night, alone?" She snorted. "I know you better than that, love."

"No, but I-I didn't think it would get... that far. You get carried away."

She muffled another giggle against his collarbone. "Nothing wrong with that."

"Hmm."

"Oh. You're full of regrets already."

"No. Did you have fun?" He asked and she nodded emphatically, grinning at him. "Got what you wanted?"

"Way more than I expected." She dropped a butterfly kiss on his shoulder and he rubbed her arm. She sighed, playing with her fingernails. "I think- remember what you said about keeping some things to us?" She felt him nodding. "I think that... I mean, this is great. Doing all this. It's insane, it's so fucking good. And then there's that insane afterglow and it hits you strong. Yeah. And I... it's odd but, now it also feels-"

Stella didn't know how to explain this foreign emotion. It didn't make a whole lot of sense. She was full and empty; satisfied yet wanting more; feeling luckier than ever and deeply relieved Jenson was happily married.

"Yeah. A bit weird, no?" He supplied, softly.

"Yeah."

The lights at the port flickered. Parties hosted at yachts would be in full swing, clubs were packed. All because of the famous race that took over the principality every year without fail.

"I don't regret this at all," Sebastian stated. "I tried something new, I'm happy that I did it and I wanna do more of that. Not necessarily this, you know," he chuckled, gesturing in a circle as if to encompass them and the house. "I'm not so sure this is something I wanna repeat in the future. But there are many, many other things in life I want to try and find out. Stella, I-" he sighed. "I haven't decided about next season. There's so much I want to do. I want to be there for my kids. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to be the one flying across the world all the time to be with us and I don't want you to sacrifice your career and your dreams so that we can be together. You deserve to have your life too."

She took a deep breath. "No. Sebastian. No. I stand by what I said before. And the time before that. Your choice cannot be based on what you think I need."

"It doesn't work like that. You deserve someone who gives you their time and attention."

"You already do that," she turned in his arms to face him. "I'm with you because I love you, just the way you are. No one else in this world could possibly give me more so stop creating other narratives. Do what makes you happier. You only get one life and racing is something you can only do now. What makes you happy, makes me happy."

"Aww." There was a tender smile playing on his lips and he ran a finger down her nose. "I know. And I love you for that. Which is why I don't want to make the same mistakes."

Her throat turned very dry and she couldn't find fitting words to reply to that.

"Now I'm all sad again that I won't see you for a month," he added, before pulling her in a hug.

To that she could relate. They believed at some point that saying goodbye would become easier, simply because it would be routine and they would get used to it; on the contrary, it seemed to become harder every time.

"Jenson said we're welcome to stay, we can take one of the guest rooms," he said in her ear.

"You wanna stay?"

"As you prefer." A pause. "How awkward would it be tomorrow?"

"For me? Not much." She let out a laugh and he retaliated with a pinch on her side, making her yelp. "He was so nice. A lot of blokes like him are absolute arseholes in bed, but he was not." Sebastian replied with a non-committal hum. "Did you have a nice chat?" She scratched at the centre of his chest with a fingernail and he turned bright red. "Okay, I swear I'll stop teasing. At some point. And, for the record, you don't have to tell me anything you're not comfortable with."

"Ah but that's silly, how can I not be comfortable with you?"

"Maybe you need to work it out in your head first."

He blinked, as if the idea hadn't occurred to him.

"Let's go back in," she grabbed the ashtray. "Fuck this, I need to stop smoking." She was walking away from the balustrade but Sebastian held her back by her hand.

"Was he better?"

It caught her off guard. Could be a joke but she wasn't sure. She replied with an eyeroll. "Please, as if you don't know the answer to that."

A big grin and he pushed himself from the wall. He spooned her and whispered in her ear, "I agree."

He kissed her cheek and they went back in, sliding the balcony door closed behind them.

The End

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 1 month

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Panaceum deleted scene

A yo, I promised to post the part I cut out during the editing because it was bad for the narration flow. Essentially, at first instead of having the whole conversation with Angel via text, Valentino invited him to the studio, just to exercise his control and waste Angel's time. It would be in character. But storytelling wise it was an unnecessary complication that didn't do any favor to pacing.

So, yeah, I would say "enjoy" but it's just Valentino being a terrible person so I just say: tw // abuse

Valentino sneaks out of Vox’s apartment and heads to his office. Though the office might be a misleading label. This is the place of pleasure and power, not paperwork. Plush, velvet-upholstered sofas beckon invitingly, their curves accentuated by the soft glow of dimmed, amber lighting. A mirrored wall stretches from floor to ceiling, reflecting the room's decadent ambiance and adding an illusion of endless space. Against one wall stands a well-stocked bar, gleaming with crystal decanters and polished glassware. The rich aroma of aged whiskey and exotic liqueurs fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of incense and musky cologne. In the center of the room, a small pole dance platform awaits – an invitation for potential new stars, and a promise to Valentino’s guests.

As he waits for Angel Dust, Valentino puts on some music – one of his own albums – and methodically removes all the VoxTek cameras from the ceiling, one by one.

Their absence is the first thing Angel notices upon his arrival. Stepping through the door, he quickly surveys the room, likely gauging the level of danger he’s in, and immediately questions:

“No show today?” His tone carries a hint of challenge, but Valentino detects the undercurrent of curiosity in his voice. Understandably so – everyone in Vees' inner circle knows that Valentino is always under the watchful eyes of VoxTek cameras and has never expressed dissatisfaction with it. He’s a performer after all, always more than willing to put on a show for his biggest fan.

Valentino arches an eyebrow, his gaze piercing and judgmental as he ignites his cigarette. "Nothing worth watching. Jesus, look how fat you got. Giving up coke doesn't serve you well, Angel Cakes," he comments with a cruel smile, the smoke swirling around him.

"What do you want, Val?" Angel responds, his tone steady despite the tension radiating from his body. He holds Valentino's gaze, unwilling to yield an inch. Yet, beneath his facade of confidence he visibly struggles against an invisible force, as if he's constantly battling against the weight of Valentino's influence. He tries to convince himself that he feels nothing, but it's just pointless. Valentino has woven himself into every fiber of Angel's being, leaving an indelible mark of his control.

“Sit down.” Commands Valentino instead of answering and Angel immediately sinks into the big, comfortable chair, almost pushed into it with the contract's bonding force. Valentino gestures toward the large, golden bowl brimming with cocaine. "Treat yourself."

Angel must be fucking crazy if he thinks that he can play tough with his owner.

"I'll pass," he retorts almost mechanically, though his lack of conviction is palpable. Despite Angel's efforts to project self-control, Valentino notices the way he clenches his fist, nails biting into his palm. The scent of his discomfort and craving hangs heavy in the air and Valentino savors it, inhaling deeply. That’s the best part of playing with addicts - no matter how good they are at the game, they possess one glaring weakness that can be exploited to devastating effect. It's this knowledge that crowns the man who deals in addictions as the true king of the city.

"You know I don't like to be denied," purrs Val, the smoke from his cigarette swirling around Angel's face like a sinister caress. "Maybe I should just..." With a swift motion, he reaches out and grasps a fistful of Angel's hair. Hard. "Put your ugly face into it?"

Angel doesn't even flinch. His breath trembles slightly, but there's a calmness about him that unsettles Valentino. Could he be on sedatives? It’s not possible his Angel has become so numb and boring.

"Wouldn't be a very constructive talk then, would it?" Angel suggests, prompting a cheerful yet deeply infuriated laugh from Valentino. Laughing it off is the only way he can prevent himself from succumbing to the urge to lash out and check how many hits to the table Angel’s head needs before it cracks open. It's maddening when his toys fail to perform as expected.

"Look at you, you grew some balls," Valentino remarks, releasing Angel's hair and ruffling it affectionately. "But you are right. I need you to arrange a meeting with the Radio Demon."

Angel frowns, adjusting his suit with a hint of theatrical irritation.

“Can't you like, do it yourself?” he asks and he fucking dares to be annoyed with Valentino’s demand.

“Oh what do you think I should do? Call his hell phone? Message him on sinstagram? Visit in person?” Velntino snarks, rolling his eyes. “You stupid bitch.”

Angel simply nods, acknowledging Valentino's response, and takes a moment to consider his own options. "Yeah, I can ask him," he concedes, probably realizing he has little to lose by doing Val this favor and perhaps even less to gain by refusing. "But you know how he is. Can't really force him to do anything."

"No need to force, though I'd like to see you trying," Valentino huffs, exhaling another cloud of red smoke that envelops Angel's body like a possessive embrace. "Just tell him I want to make a deal," he adds, noting the surprise in Angel's widened eyes as they once again dart towards the broken cameras.

"Me. No one else," Valentino clarifies before Angel can voice his unspoken question. It's amusing how his pet always skirts around mentioning Vox's name, as if uttering it could summon him, despite the fact that Vox's invisible presence has long been intertwined with their relationship. Or perhaps because of it.

"But if I do it, you can't tell him I had anything to do with it," Angel asserts, a hint of fear finally creeping into his voice.

“Fuck, I really was too soft on you if you are seriously more afraid of Vox than me,” Valentino scoffs, shaking his head. But honestly, understands. He has never been able to bring himself to finish Angel's miserable existence - both, out of sentiment and cruelty. Vox however, jealous of Valentino's attention just waits for the right moment when Val gets bored with his doll and he will be finally permitted to dismember it and burn what remains. He explicitly told Angel once, because that much Valentino allowed him. Vox is always so entreating when he lets his sadism to shine through the perfect mask.

"You know that if he learns that I helped you betray him—" Angel begins, anxiously nibbling on his sleeve, but before he can finish, Valentino smacks the table with such force that it cracks under his palm.

"I'm not a sellout bitch like you," Valentino growls, baring his teeth, like he was ready to rip Angel’s neck.

"Okay. Okay. I..." Angel takes a deep breath, desperately searching for the right words to defuse the escalating tension. He realizes a few seconds too late how badly he fucked up. It's enough to instill genuine fear of what he might have triggered. “Misinterpreted the situation.”

"Like hell," Valentino hisses, fixing him with a murderous glare. "Now fuck off before I make this meeting about you."

Angel doesn't need to be told twice. He scrambles off the armchair, finally released from Valentino's earlier command, and hastens out of the room. As the door closes behind him, Valentino sinks back onto the couch, lighting another cigarette in an attempt to quell his emotions. He knows he just needs to see this through to the end, and then Vox will be the one left worrying about plans and consequences. Oh, Vox. Vox would undoubtedly be ecstatic if Valentino got rid of Angel. Perhaps it would be the definitive proof to the Media Overlord that Valentino's heart belongs solely to him, finally securing Vox's confidence in their relationship. Though he definitely would be disappointed that he didn’t have a chance to turn the last hours of Angel’s life into some fucked up snuff movie. But one can’t have everything.

Valentino finishes his cigarette and decides to get to work. He must keep himself busy waiting for Alastor’s answer, and cameras must roll if he doesn’t want to listen to Vox whining when he will finally check the books again.

#hazbin hotel #vox #valentino #voxval #vox hazbin #valentino hazbin #angel dust #tw abuse #panaceum

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zergula · 7 months

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Welcome To Sims3City!

They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere! Celebrities can be found wandering the shops and giving impromptu performances all over Sims3City. There's live show venues everywhere and it's easy to see why they say this city runs on dreams yet never sleeps!

I found this absolutely gorgeous map: Waterfall Beauty and just had to use it to make my own city world save! This map did come with lots already designated so I filled it up with the best townhouses, apartments, and city life buildings I could find or make to make my own version of a mashup of Starlight Shores and Bridgeport.

INTERESTING CHARACTERS

Every sim comes to Sims3City to make it big! With a performance venue on nearly every corner, you're sure to see:

The Warflowers - These twins started a band and pulled some of their reluctant friends into it. They know once they got here to The City, they would make it!

Chloe and Bob Katt - always on the hustle to make people believe in magic again!

The Myth family is here, of course, living in the spookiest house!

Mirage Sable always seems able to make everyone else's wishes come true, hoping one day her only one will, too!

Candice and Arthur finally made it to The City when Candice got her book deal. Arthur is hoping to make it into the celebrity chef business...with a little help from his friend and now roommate, Derek. This new relationship has a lot of challenges being thrown its way, but this couple is determined to make it here and everywhere!

The Vireowing Fairy Sisters not only have beautiful voices, they love to bestow inner and outer beauty on all of those around them. That's perfect in a city that values beauty!

As with anywhere, crime can be overwhelming in the city but H & H Private detective family, Harmony and Henry, are on the case!

Lots of sims from Starlight Shores and Bridgeport are here: The Drama On TV household, the Crash Pad household, the Atkins Household, the Elson Family, the Sagar Family, the Platt Family, the Hemlock, Schlick and Slayer families, the Belle family, the Art Central household, and the Whitfield family.

AROUND TOWN

38 Community lots

74 Residential lots

This city is ALIVE! Along with all EA rabbitholes, you will find:

CHIPS Casino - a big show venue where you can see the greatest performers and play all games

Across the street, you will find another live show venue - The Locker -

where you can see more live performances. After that, dance the night away at Bubbleworks -

and keep the party going with the late night crew over at The Afterlife Vampire Lounge!

Don't worry about ghosts, though. A recreation of the firestation from the movie, Ghostbusters, is right next door so we ain't afraid of no ghosts! Next to that firestation and hospital emergency center, you will find the Anachronistic Art Gallery and City Hall rabbithole, with some mysterious things to explore in the basement!

In the more affluent area of the city is where you will find the Affluence Golf Club rec park and Tee Off! Sports Bar and Grill -

and some sweet treats at The Big Cheese bakery and shops!

In the center of town, you will find lots of fun for the kids at The Wise Owl Library next to the Aquarium Science Center and the Bright Beginnings Daycare and School center -

Stop by and get some sweet treats at The Plaza Ice Cream Parlor

and then get rid of all of that excess energy at the Big Rock Climbing Centre Gym or The Pac Man Public Pool next to the stadium rabbithole!

Don't forget to visit the Surf's Up Wave Garden at the beach right across the street or the seasonal festival grounds!

Downtown, you can get those extra strings at the DownTown Music Store, play some games at the Laserberry Arcade, and then head over to the Stardust Diner for some drinks and good times!

If you go at certain times of the day to catch a movie at Serena's Community Cinema, you might be able to see some of today's biggest stars working on set! You can pick up whatever you need at the big Sims 3 Market nearby and marvel at all of the old historical residential buildings before you head over to the Double Rainbow Disco Club for more dancing!

For those sims with a more exclusive taste, Club 112 in the historical section is the perfect lounge!

There's The Remaude Coffee Emporium Coffeehouse and Elixir Of Life Coffeehouse and shops for more live venues and fun in Sims3City!

After all of that excitement, the city folks like to visit the Stone Troll Mill Fishing Pond to unwind and maybe catch some dinner if they're lucky!

MORE INFO

This is a world save file. You will need to have the world installed in order to play the save file. In this download, you will find 3 save files and the world file:

Sims3CityCommunityLots - this version of the save is only the community lots

Sims3CityUnpopulated - this is the final version of the save without households

Sims3CityPopulated - this is the final version on the save with all households

I have all expansions, stuff packs, and store content so most of it is probably used in this save. If you do not have the item, the game should generate a similar item. The only expansion not used is PETS so I do not know how this save will run with pets, my apologies. THERE IS ZERO CUSTOM CONTENT IN THIS SAVE. All lots are set as regular lots (not apartments) so if you want to change them for roommates, etc feel free! I hope you enjoy this save as much as I am! Please tag me @zergula or #Sims3City if you share any photos, I would love to see them!

Please check out my other world saves here:

River Falls

Simarellen

Kaodina

Lunestia

Happy simming and green plumbobs for all <3

SIMSFILESHAREDOWNLOAD

#ts3cc #s3cc #the sims 3 #sims 3 world #sims 3 world save #world save file #sims3city

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helloescapist · 7 months

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The Hashiras in a Relationship | Obanai Iguro

Word Count: 8077

A/N: phew, not my favortism showing at all. Oops.

Setting: Obanai Iguro x gn!reader [we do have mentions of Obanai's gynophobia]

Content Warning(s): none, I sort of behaved. We do have spoilers though! Be ware!

Summary: sweet, fluffy love relationship cannons for Obanai Iguro from attraction to love.

To be loved by the Serpent Hashira is to know dependability. It’s the touch of night, serene and quiet in the late hours. Soothing as the shy moon that lingers in your heart. A star-crossed lover, never destined to touch upon the face of its lover the sun. Rare moments to embrace rare and few between, meaningful bursts that light up the sky. No, it is the reliability of the luminescent glow cast upon a stone path, a guide in the dead of night as he faithfully chases after his lover’s warmth. Loyal, and always one step behind, but never straying, always within grasp. Fingers lightly brushed, a gentle lover who will always show you compassion nurtured in the shadows. Cultivated in the light of the late hours, gentle as the whispers of support and affections laced on his tongue. The tender gaze upon your silhouette far to entranced in the glow of the night to notice the way his heterochromatic eyes are captivated by you. Enchanted by your grin, bewitched by your giggles. Dazzled by the twirl of your sway, the jovial sway of your hips as you spin beneath the stars. Quick to ensnare you within his grasp when you stumble on the stone path, secure to his side. The glow of his mixed matched eyes the entrance to other worlds, galaxies concealed by the vast contour of space. Tremble of delicate, beautiful eyes afraid of the emotions that lay dormant beneath his averted gaze. Revealed to you, and you alone, just as his love.

To be loved by Obanai is to accept that you will need to embrace patience. To be tolerant of his needs, and adapt as they come. Like the moon, the Serpent Hashira has many faces he adorns, and only those who dare to gaze upon his shadows are gifted with the beauty of his reveal.

Savor the quite moments, knowing that your love needs no noise to fill the silence. Breathe in the comforting notes of eucalyptus when he dares to draw closer. An eternal dance, rhythms of heart in sync. Never daring to draw attention to the graze of his shoulders against your own.

Obanai has quite the reputation amongst the corps for being a cold, and distant individual. his demands for Uzui not to retire do not help this rumor. Quick to dismiss those beneath him, and isolate himself from his peers. It’s in his nature, and his upbringing, but beneath this mask he bears, is a surprisingly compassionate man.

One who has survived the horrors of the world, and looks to a new future. A dedicated man who will do everything in his power to protect those he cares about. This lends itself to his closer relationships, as despite how it may appear, Obanai is willing to put in the effort to maintain relationships. from guidance by Uzui to tea time with Kyojuro.

To those he deems worthy of his respect, Obanai is willing to expend his social battery to grow stronger bonds. It’s easy to mistake his steadfast loyalty to the Demon Slayer Corps and regulations as rigid, and unforgiving, because In a lot of aspects. It is.

He cannot trust nor accept anyone who has strayed from the code. He will live and die by the rules, and does not understand those who stand by these convictions. Obanai is abnormally loyal, and expects the same return. He is fairly narrow-minded and one tracked when it comes to his convictions, and the code.

His loyalty extends to all aspects of his life, from his inner network of coworkers, to his respect to the Ubuyashiki clan, to you as his lover. He is no stranger to hard work, nor is he one to falter when obstacles come between you. Rather, you will find that Obanai will meet challenges fairly head on to secure the bond between you.

That being said, Obanai can be fairly pragmatic in his approach, and because of this, you will rarely see slips of emotion through his porcelain surface. He remains sensible regardless of what troubles may come, and it certainly has it’s advantages.

He is a reliable lover, and will always remain by your side. Even when he needs his own space. he’s never far from you. Like a shadow. Because of how dedicated Obanai is to the success of the relationship, he is actually a fairly good listener, and enjoys listening to you ramble on and on about whatever it is you wish to discuss.

You may often find yourself carrying a majority of the conversation, and may worry that you are boring him. you are not. Other times, you may truly fret on whether you have left the Serpent Hashira enough room to join the conversation. he’s so quite that you may feel like one of those jerks that never allows others time to add to the discussion. You’re not, and he’s genuinely enjoying hearing your voice.

Finds comfort in your enthusiasm, and basks in your warmth. like a snake blossomed across a rock under the sun’s rays. That being said, he is fairly pragmatic, and if you’ve approached him with a problem even if you do not wish for it to be solved, he’s solving it. as quickly as he can, Obanai cannot stand the idea of you having difficulties even if it’s necessary for your development. also, he just genuinely hates emotional conversations.

He is not up for gossip of any kind.

The Serpent Pillar is by nature, fairly traditional in a sense. On the one hand, he keeps fairly traditional ideals--- such as the reminiscent of the samurai code towards their lords reflected in the way that Iguro regards Ubuyashiki which is just a shame as Ubuyashiki would never wish for any of the members to choose death over life.

Yet, despite being fully aware of how the Master mourns those who have been lost, the swordsman will not be swayed from his ideals. On the other hand, he has a tendency to be a bit unconventional.

He is aware that societal expectations require a fair amount of social interactions, and is willing to play along when it comes to the demands of his position. however while he is steadfast in his responsibilities, he will not maintain a bedside manner.

He has shown up for duty, and takes his tasks seriously, but that does not mean for one he will play nice. such as in the case of training Tanjiro and the other mizunoto in swordsmanship.

like Muichiro, his favoritism and respects are not subtle. You will always know where you, and those around you fall with him. He’s to the point, and direct about it.

No really, he will not hesitate to praise you in front of everyone, before offering the most horrific finger jab and insult at your training partner. things with your peers/coworkers will be tense.

But truthfully, I feel like this is in a sense a small part of his kindness. Yes, he savored the moment to express openly his distain for others, but at the same time, I feel like Obanai takes training others very seriously. He takes slaying demons, and the upcoming generation very seriously and gods he has little hopes for any of them.

But it’s because of this that Obanai’s punishments are… creative. The truth is that should they make the very mistake of bearing weakness to a demon as they had to their own instructor, the opponent will not hesitate to claim their life, or worse. Obanai was raised in cage, he knows there are fates far worse than death..

In orchestrating a punishment that they will never forget; he’s ensuring that they will not make the same mistake twice. they will not die due to shoddy instruction. It’s the overanalytical aspect that meets his strive for perfectionism head on that can make him unforgiving a teacher, and a leader.

He is an inherently observant individual, and it is because of this that he can see every faulter in your swordplay, any shift of weight that could lead to you being easily knocked off your feet, and disarmed. Which is what leads him to drilling into you and those around him to ensure that such gaps are erased from your movements. he does not wish to see any of you die.

Iguro is a stable individual. He’s consistent in his habits and his mannerisms. You may be surprised to know that he is consistent in his behaviors, and for the most part, not easily knocked off kilter. He’s secure in his personality, and balanced. He is not easily disturbed, nor is he easily upset.

Because of this, you will find that Obanai can be fairly forgiving of his partner. Just as patient with you as you have expressed towards him. You will not find him easily agitated by small miscommunications between the two of you, he is aware that he is not always the easiest person to comprehend.

He would much rather dedicate his energy to straightening up the misunderstanding, and ensuring that this same blunder will not happen again, and is by all means true to those he deems worthy. In fact, he’s almost rigid in the way that he conducts himself. While others such as Muichiro and Mitsuri have the ability to accept bygones, Obanai is unyielding.

Unable to accept infringements in ideals, and inflexible to come to a compromise. ironic given his breathing technique.

As you may expect, Obanai adores a partner who has their own desires in life and is amazed at ones who can express their dreams. Someone who has adorned sunshine in their hearts, and continues to pursue their goals will bring so much sunshine to his otherwise bleak existence. Which is necessary as Iguro really does struggle to release control from his finger tips, and a lover who is able to relinquish control will leave him breathless. desiring to join your side at the cost of his own comfort.

Just as the Serpent Hashira has high expectations of his students, Obanai can be just as unforgiving in his ideals for a partner. He knows exactly what it is that he is looking for in a companion, and will not bend to a partner that does not meet his standards. He is not making exceptions regardless of what beauty nor skills you present.

If you are not up to his caliber, then your capabilities have no merit with him. Iguro eally won’t hesitate to turn anyone down. I dare say he would reject Kichijoten, the goddess of beauty and happiness if he deemed her far to flirtatious.

Obanai needs an open and honest partner. One that does not hesitate to express any thoughts or doubts that cross their mind. Whether it’s fretting over their own capabilities with the sword, or in preparing dinner, or if that they have become concerned about the state of the relationship, Obani does best with someone who will be willing to allow themselves to be vulnerable with him. ironic as he will not be forth coming with his own insecurities.

However, it may be because of the innocence of his partner, that he is able to place more trust in you. He cannot pursue a bond that he does not feel secure in, nor a partner who he does not deem reliable.

He needs a light-hearted partner more than anything, someone who will embrace him and all of his faults. Catch his fingers between their own, and tug them along, eager to show him the bunny burrow they discovered during their morning chores. Someone who would eagerly rush home from the shopping, eager to show a cute little snake motif dango that the vender had sold as a limited edition.

The way your eyes beamed up at him despite your obvious state of undress, leaves caught in your hair snagged on a lower branch in your rush. He feels embarrassed for you but gods above you’re adorable.

As someone who he can put his faith and trust in, Obanai needs a companion who will keep his word. He wants someone who will always keep their word, regardless of the prickle bushes they may go through, or do anything within their power to keep their oath.

The day that you spread through demons to be at his side despite the obvious danger, uniform torn into in various places, and lacerations that littered your body. You swore you would be at his side. and you were.

Even small oaths, things such as keeping your word to complete a household task. To make his favorite meal, or hang his laundering for him when he’s pulled away from duty. They all mean so much to him, and he needs to be able to trust that you will always deliver. Because the gods above know that he will. Heaven nor the seven hells could prevent him from keeping his promise.

Really, dependability is non-negotiable in his book. He will accept an outgoing lover one who will shout his name over the crowds, heedless of the way passerbys look at your crazed state he’s blushing at how wildly you wave your arms eager to be seen, and he will adore a shyer partner, one that stumbles to meet his gaze.

But under no circumstances, will he ever accept a partner who he cannot depend on. He needs to know that you will stick with him through thick and thin because to be honest, Obanai is aware that difficult to deal with.

I strongly believe that the Serpent Hashira wants someone playful. He spent his entire childhood robbed of all opportunities to engage in play, and I believe that a partner who is high-spirited. Someone who from time to time can be mischievous. Toss the laundering over his head, seizing his momentary confusion to wrap him in the blanket, snug over his shoulders. Only released if he pays a kiss toll.

Someone who is perky, inviting, and warm. The day that a ball wandered into your yard, plucked between your fingers. A smile that met your face upon nervous small children peeked over the fencing before challenging them to a game. Quick to draw him into the mischief even though the little kids were rightful uneasy. how gentle you were to teach him the rules embraced his inner child.

It will be necessary that you are patient, because the reality is that a relationship with the Serpent Hashira means navigating hidden waters. A partner who cannot read between the lines will not do well with him, you’ll both become frustrated with the pairing.

Not that he won’t be patient for the beginning of the relationship, but as time goes on, if you have not mastered the underlining context, he will take it very personally. Snippy in his remarks as well, and it’s likely only a matter of time before things head down hill quickly, he just does not have the ability to engage in an emotional warfare repeatedly.

Obanai also approaches things rather head on, so if you are truly not taking his words at face value, well, this just isn’t going to work, and he’s not wasting his time.

Because of how private and elusive Obanai’s tendencies often are, alongside his gynophobia complicating interactions gendered partners, there are two scenarios I can imagine him becoming acquainted with his partner.

Let’s be honest, in general, Obanai requires a good bit of time to grow attached to someone, and due to his dysphoria with the female gender will lend itself to a lot of obstacles for individuals with she/her as their pronouns. Where as he/him, and they/them will have a significantly easier time of becoming acquainted with him.

The first and foremost would likely be a slightly older recruit who’s position is similar to that of Aoi’s (capable of swordsplay, but primarily cares for tasks) that has been entrusted with teaching the basics of the world to Obanai upon his rescue by the former Flame Hashira, Shinjuro. The decision being a combination of Shinjuro’s inability to properly engage with a child we’ve all seen him and the Ubuyashiki both observing Obanai’s desperate need for companion and proper socialization with a peer. The wedded duo knowing exactly who to assign to his well-being. Let’s be clear, the initial meeting did not go well. The mixture of trauma and anxiety and is that a snake?, contact was similar to that of approaching a soaked stray cat who wanted nothing to do with you. Quick to hiss and furrow, snip at you, and obscured profanities, but as time and dedication went on, your loyalty to the task that the Master had set on your shoulders spurring you forward. One day scooted to your side upon hearing a fairytale between gentle lips. Reading from a text you had borrowed from the Lady Amane, whispered tales to the garden, well aware that the young boy had once again taken to the trees. Slowly, but surely scooted closer and closer before peeking over your shoulder at the water paintings across the pages. In time, you would teach him so many things, an older sibling figure intended to guide him. until you weren’t to him.

The other scenario would be a recruit the same age, or just a little younger that through a turn of events has found themselves under the care of the Demon Slayer Corps, just as he had. Muddled by your own circumstances, and yet, despite all you had been through. Your smile had not faded, nor did you hesitate to reach out your hand to him. Eager to drag him to the gardens. Try to convince him to play even when he refused. Dedicated in your training regardless of how the both of you had been put through the ringer a number of times. Your optimism never betraying you, nor leaving his side. Joyful and caring, determined to stick through your hardships through thick and thin.

Although of course as we have seen with Mitsuri, Obanai could also be a completely ordinary girl. Sunny, and sweet, and blissfully aware of the way of the world, who is far too excited and preoccupied at the opportunity to become a tutor in etiquette to the young Ubuyashiki siblings. Completely innocent as they are naïve. It was the smile that claimed his heart.

The truth is that Obanai needs a little excitement in his life, and someone who would seize every opportunity to enjoy moments together. Someone who is playful, but just as content to snuggle in to his hold on a gentle spring morning. He needs a partner who takes their duties quite seriously, and stoically faces obstacles, but just as goofy and silly as they sew a small, matching haori for Kaburamaru. Kaburamaru needs a haori to match Obanai. Change my mind.

Really, he just favors a lover who is in tune with their own needs and desires. You want to eat a pound of dango, run through the rain, dance beneath fireworks, or sing silly song with the neighborhood children, he’s adoring you from a far. that tree. He’s in that tree. It is perhaps your jovial approach to life that puts his heart at ease.

Dishonesty has no place in his relationship. The Serpent Hashira would rather be met with blunt honesty than a sugared lie. Iguro would much rather face a difficult obstacle, harsh realities about pasts, and mistakes, rather than be diluted in a fantasy. He loves you, not a lie. It is also to consider how his familial background impacts his rigid approach to integrity and honest if you ever become frustrated at how unforgiving he can be when met with a fib. he is not a tool.

You will also find that surprisingly Obanai does not have room for aggression in his heart. While he can be biting with others, the reality is that he does not have a firm bone in his body. and you will discover how terrifying he can be towards anyone who dares show you belligerence. The reality is the same gentle nature he gives you; he expects in return.

He will not accept a partner who is aggressive or hostile to him. There are just so many ways to communicate and address stressors in your relationship, that there is just no excuse for belligerent behavior towards your partner. You are each other’s safe space—no one feels safe with a biting partner. He doesn’t want that. he’s had more than enough of that in his lifetime.

Regardless of how life has gone, Obanai is a believer that you should do everything within your power to make moves for the better. Just as he is determined to purify his blood from the curses of familial lineage, and Uzui is to make a difference in the world, the Serpent Pillar has zero tolerance for someone remains a victim to circumstance.

Let’s be clear, it’s not that he does not sympathize with someone who has been drowned to the depths of despair. he will be more than comforting to your pain. However, you cannot remain there. Life cannot stop moving. You have to keep moving. even if he’s dragging you.

The Serpent Pillar has a few tendencies in the pre-relationship to Shinobu than others may expect. Just like the Insect Hashira, Iguro will spend quite a long time in this stage of the developing relationship than most people. I suspect, out of all the Hashira, he remains here the longest. It is the period in which he is interested it, but doubtful.

Actively trying to find fault in your existence to prove that the way his heart flutters when he sees you is absolutely meaningless—he’ll stay here even longer than Kocho. He is observing. Everything. I mean everything.

Iguro is analytical, and spends more time than he will ever admit disecting every single interaction. Skewering the evidence to prove that you are not what you seem to be. He really is noting every single interaction—not limited to himself. How low did you bow to Ubuyashiki? Were you considerate of Lady Amane, and did you show proper appreciation to Aoi for nurturing your wounds? How you regard the kakushi. Obanai would dump you if you were rude to a waitress. I just know it.

The serpent breather takes respect very serious, as well as boundaries. He is quick to respect any boundaries you set between the two of you, and is not the type to push for more than what you wish to offer.

That being said, he very much expects the same in return. Do not touch him. Do not dare force physical interactions, or desires on him. It’s not that Iguro does not have them—he just isn’t the type to act on them early in a relationship.

He prefers to get to know someone very well before jumping into a relationship, let alone physical affections. this man may like snakes, but he’s a turtle. For obvious reasons, it will take some time for Obanai to show vulnerability, even if he really is fond of you.

He’s not quick to allow intimate gestures, or allow his bandages to slip from his lips, but it shows the depth of his passions for you when they come unwound. but that’s a slight nsfw thought

In courting, it’s important to note that Obanai values sincerity, and as such, you can expect any manipulation or mind game tactics will not be met with the reaction you want.

Ploys to lure another person into your bed with the intent of making him jealous? Yeah, that’s super ineffective. In fact, I would say any prior attraction is canceled, and he will take extra care to either avoid you in public, or openly express his disgust with you. lethal.

Any situation that Iguro has been put in to intentionally foster distrust with you is indicative that you are not the person he thought you were.

As rigid as he is, and how limited his communication skills can be at times. You’d be surprised that Iguro does enjoy discussions. However, it’s nothing mundane. He’s not interested in idle gossip, nor is he intrigued by the happenings of town or even the inner ranks. He finds these discussions absolutely boring.

However, if you gravitate towards intellectual topics, you’ll find him quick to engage. To ask you questions, to delve deeper into your interest. Have an odd interest in ancient cultures, he is all ears. Fascinated by the early mechanics of the era such as the steam engine, Iguro will listen to you recount ever detail that you can. he’ll bring home books if he comes across them.

The Serpent Hashira has his own unique interests, and can be draw to the most obscured of arts such as his interest in candy crafting. he doesn’t even have a sweet tooth; the technique just leaves him awestruck.

Because of this, Iguro enjoys listening to any interest or study you have found yourself immersed in. Actually, if you have a book or series, you have been invested in lately, try to lure him into the plot. He enjoys reading in his free time. he’ll leave little pieces of poetry for you to find.

Honestly, by the point flirting comes into play, Obanai has already concluded that the relationship is not worth pursuing, and because of this, you can expect that his ability to be coy is not practiced.

Despite how much of a natural perfectionist the swordsman is, he is more than aware that his ability to court is not his strong suit. Never expect a big grand gesture, such as declaration in the middle of the village, or for him to intercept a wedding to spirit you away. It’s just not in his nature. The more well practiced flirting techniques such as bouquets, and proclamations of desire, yeah, they all seem forced. Uncomfortable and unnatural, as though he is wearing someone else’s skin. He has no desire to come off as insincere, especially in winning your heart.

If anything, it is his desire to always be straightforward with you that leads him to relying on more subtle attempts. Such as the way he naturally gravitates towards you, or the gentle way he regards your name. It’s his indirect approach that may take you a while to realize that he’s interested. but you should catch on fairly quick given how he treats others.

So pay close attention, the proof is in his behaviors.

Because truthfully, while Obanai is observant to a fault, his ability to read other’ people’s reactions and emotions. Suck. He finds the entire process confusing, overhwelming, and downright uncomfortable.

Obanai will rely on the fact that he even tolerates your present as an indicator which is… stiff at best. But when you consider how little Iguro is willing to engage in social interactions, there is certainly a reason why he’s inquiring about your duties. he’ll take a few of them off your hands.

More so, he really wants to get to know you, all of you. He has an incredible memory, and will retain any information you delve. Whether it’s a distant memory of assisting your parent in the kitchen, chasing after lanterns with siblings, or even the way you found yourself peeking over the fence at neighbors in childhood mischief, Obanai will remember all of it.

He will also seize upon any opportunity to prove that he has been listening, and assist you in any way he can. You might’ve mentioned a loose roof tile in your home, he wouldn’t hesitate to spend his free time securing it properly. Shared a memory of how you remember that your grandmother would always secure her sleeves before setting to work with a yellow ribbon, he’ll pick you up one when he’s in town.

Whether he realizes it or not, Obanai savors any opportunity to prove what a reliable partner he would make. Unsure how to express himself, or his intentions, less confidant in how to approach matters of the heart. but now you know why Kaburamura has been snipping at him lately.

Confessions will be slow, and take so much time and stamina. you’re amazing for hanging in there. As time draws on, and you’re becoming more and more clear that he’s attached to you, I feel like Obanai can either respond rather well to you confessing your feelings or poorly.

Really, it’s the days to come that will determine whether or not he will accept and return your feelings. IF you have made the decision to confess first no one blames you, as long as your heart is true and patient, willing to accept that he may not return these feelings, and wishing to remain as you are.

Understanding that he may need time to process, to approach how his stomach has flipped and Kaburamura nipped him. Give him time or months, Obanai will return your affections in his own time. However, if you cannot respect his autonomy, you will discover that he will recoil from your touch.

Further prodding will give him the impression that he has been lured into a corner, and left with no escape, he will outright reject you, and flee. he’s not looking back.

However, if Obanai has worked up the nerve to confess first, it would be in the sweetest of regards. Gentle, and self-assured. Tender as he expresses exactly why he is drawn to you, but kind in the way he allows you space.

The Serpent Hashira has no desires to entrap you. you are not a mouse.

Rather, he wants you to feel safe, to know that if you should turn him down, there will be no repercussions. Nor will his feelings falter. Rather, he will simply love you as he always has. from afar.

He is content to allow you all of the time you need to determine whether you wish to pursue a relationship with him, or not.

To have made it into dating is an accomplish no others have accomplished, and can expect that dates are viewed as a practical sense of time. Well intended with the opportunity to get to know you.

Obanai really views this as the perfect chance to get to know you on an intimate level rather than from a distance, or through the lens of a friend. Dates for the most part will default to fairly traditional routes. Walks through the garden, perhaps dinner, or a small picnic.

Iguro is not one to enjoy extravagance, whether in his personal belongings, or appearances certainly not his food, and because of this, dates that are simple are preferred.

Although he does appreciate when his partner takes the time to plan out thoughtful dates for bonding, so long as it’s not formal, he’s happy to go along with whatever it is you would like to do. Humble dates, such as flower viewing, or even hiking will always be a win in his book.

Even more so, games whether board games, or even childhood back and forth of hide and seek or onii will be well received. Obanai is even the type to enjoy curling up together, reading poetry. as time goes on, and he’s tired from his duties, you may even coddle his head in your lap. Is definitely the type to enjoy cooking together as a couple.

It should come as absolutely no surprise that Obanai has no appetite for a casual relationship. He avoids them like the plague. Short-term flings are just unappealing. The idea of something fleeting that would pray upon his security and vulnerabilities, just makes his skin crawl.

Nope, this isn’t happening, and if it does, it was an extremely rare encounter. buy a lottery ticket.

Once Iguro allows himself to admit that he has fallen in love, he will be quick to give himself to you. All of you. It’s true, he will still have a deep seeded need for alone time rather frequently, and it’s important to respect this need.

It’s not a desire, it is the difference between a mentally well man, or depraved individual. Rest assured, the distance only deepens your bond, and secures his attachment to you, alone. absent makes the heart grow fonder in this case. he’s not straying, really when he says he needs time in solitude, it’s a genuine trek up the mountains to camp alone for a couple of nights.

To connect back with the severed pieces of himself. Not to sneak off for a booty call. he’s really not the type.

Actually, if Iguro ever feels himself detached from you to the point that he considers an affair, he’s just leaving you all together. It’s harsh but, well…

Although expressing his affections does not come naturally to him, do not believe for one moment that he does not value you. He worships you. It’s rather that the Serpent Hashira is better suited to logical ends, and practical applications. The aspects of the relationship that lends itself to it, such as paying bills, picking up groceries, making dinner, ensuring you are well cared for when you’re sick, this is when you will find that your partner is a quite compassionate.

Quick to tend to your needs, and eager to care for you. However, when it comes to outwardly expressing how his eyes will always find you in the room—he’s a mess. There’s no way to quite explain it, it’s just that the words cannot be strung together.

As Iguro desperately grasps for them, they slip through his fingertips, evading his touch, and leaving him frustrated and muddled. Desperate to express his devotion, but unable to verbalize the depths of his love.

No, Iguro is the type to focus on the aspects of the relationship he can thrive under. The ability to improve your life with his presence, to make your life easier. Sharpening your blade for you, scooting all of your belongings to the lower shelf within reach, he is always looking for the opportunity to express his affections. just not verbally.

Really, it doesn’t take much to make him happy—he really just loves the opportunity to incline into your touch, rest upon your lap, occasionally reaching up to thread his fingers through your hair. Small tender moments mean everything to him.

Know that after his time away, Obanai will come back happier and more devoted to you. Far more engaged, and in tuned with your needs than when he left. he needs to learn self care. Period.

But understand that this goes deeper than you may expect. His upbringing was not an easy one, and because of the way he was raised, it’s naturally that he often prefers his own company than that of others.

This doesn’t mean that he does not need or want intimacy, it just means that he needs you to appreciate your time together as much as your time apart.

He really is quick to prove his affections in ways that he feels comfortable. Hanging laundry, sweeping the home, really and truly, what you see is what you get with Iguro, and then some. he’s sneaking poems into your luggage for when he parts for the mountains.

In a sweet way, as time goes on, you will find that Obanai becomes more and more genuine with you. Straightforward and honest. Really and truly, if you prove yourself a loyal partner, you can expect more and then some in return. He wants a relationship that is built upon trust, and a foundation of mutual respect.

One in which you are dedicated to each other regardless of the hardships or distances you will face. because he will always part for duty. Obanai is one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the Hashiras.

If you are able to open up, and actually express your emotions fairly openly the way he adores, you should know that he envies it. he thinks your amazing

Although he may struggle to cope with an relationship that vocalizes emotions so much. The attention to what has not been said, overlooking what he has done for you, it will do great damage to the relationship and his confidence.

In fact, I believe that if push comes to shove, Iguro will struggle to survive a relationship with an overly emotional partner. He needs you to appreciate him for him, just as he appreciates you for you. The truth is, Obanai can often feel overwhelmed by intense feelings. Someone who always leaves him guessing will only erode his mental capacity.

He is by nature prone to reading into things more than he should, and if he has found that this is the only way to survive his relationship, he will take apart everything. it’s never good.

He has a way of being weighed down by the little details in general, and is quick to lose sight of the big picture amongst the evidence. He will drown in the depths of his anxiety and pessimism. It’s best to avoid this entirely.

Because of this, Obanai really needs a partner who will answer him point blank. Don’t worry about hurting his feelings, or that you are being blunt. He really prefers it. It gives him comfort and security that he is meeting your needs as you need them.

It’s really the key to a happy Iguro relationship. It will provide him with all of the confidence and security he needs in the relationship, and you will come to find that under this trust, iguro is a rather passionate and attentive partner. Quick to rub your shoulders in public if you have expressed that they are sore, shifting the load of groceries from your fingers onto his own burdens, the press of his lips quick to seek yours out when the opporunity presents itself. he’s touch starved, I just know it.

A stickler for traditions, will always approach them in the way they have always been done. Whether it’s noodles upon the new year, or mochi towered during the mid-autumn festival, Iguro is vigilant in securing the traditions and carrying them with him.

In fact, he may be quite stiff to follow any additions you may have to offer. imagine him standing on ends if you decide to bring him home for the holidays. Poor boy would be panicked to be offered a plate at the table.

He does not know how to handle being the center of the attention. It’s not necessarily that he’s outright shy, but he is very reserved. Obanai prefers to stick to himself, and his own means, only allowing those close to him to linger on his skin.

As such, opportunities of flaunting him will make him uneasy. He doesn’t enjoy the open praise in public, and will shift from sight at the first opportunity. like asnake drawing away from humans.

As Obanai is fond of more simple abodes and pass times, you’ll enjoy how low maintenance he actually is. He is content to give you your space, and time alone just as you give him. He will not fuss about you spending time with your friends, or departing to care for your sick mother in another providence. he’ll just miss you, but he’ll be waiting for your return.

Commitment is at the forefront of Obanai’s thoughts when he dives into a relationship. He wants an old timey romance, one in which there is only you and him. No others, and in which there is no drama, nor is there jealousy, or strays from each other’s embrace.

Iguro desperately wants someone to be vulnerable with, and he does not take commitment lightly. Rather, it’s of such significant importance to him. such as the way he dared to reveal his facial scars to you near shattered his heart.

If you have not figured it out already, communication with Iguro sucks. I mean, it just, sucks. You will have a better time communicating with Kaguramura if you rely on emotional discussions to cultivate a relationship. I just imagine that the little noodle helps the best he can.

However, for Iguro, he doesn’t have a fondness for words, placing a strict importance on actions. There will be no fluff, nor bedside manners when it comes to more serious matters. although his compliments are genuine. really, he just prefers to allow you to carry the majority of the conversation.

That being said, he is not one to leave room for misunderstandings to foster between you. He’d rather press into the topic firm and straightforward than allow you to believe for one moment he would ever betray you. As such, Obanai is not compromising. In fact, you will find that to a majority of disputes, he is not willing to yield. Nor admit fault.

Confrontation in a relationship has a way of capitalizing on his weaknesses in communication, and as such, he fumbles and often feels strangled by his own thoughts as he struggles to piece them into a cohesive sentence. Will be ridiculously tight. Rigid as though he is presenting a case to a jury.

Truthfully, most fights and discussions can be navigated fairly easily as long as you are willing to speak literally no metaphors please!, and keep the discussion short. It really will go quite a long way in ensuring you are on the same page. Even better is that it allows Iguro to apply his need to fix it skills in a way that benefits the both of you.

The Serpent Hashira has a tendency to take slights or criticisms fairly hard. an attribution as to why he does not like Giyuu, and as such, it’s important to note that Iguro is rather sensitive to outside forces impending into your relationship. He naturally views any spectators with immediate suspicion, and for the most part, he is able to logically sort it out.

Remind himself that you have never given him cause to doubt, but should his thoughts lead him astray, it’s likely something that he will internalize rather than discussion. He is protective though.

Fiercely so. While he may not be as possessive as one would expect. I mean, you expected it right? In reality, Obanai greatly respects your autonomy, and values your opinions and decision making skills. That is not to say that he will accept everyone you invite into your circle. you can get along with them; doesn’t mean he has to.

But his protective instinct is inherently high. He knows what lurks beneath the hearts of humans, and how fickle they can often be. If he suspects that your new friend may conceal hidden intentions, he will not hesitate to act. To shield you from the horrors of the world, of demons, and human flesh. He will without a moment’s notice, place himself between you and death.

It’s natural to consider if a family is in the future, and truthfully, I just see Obanai avoiding biological children to the greatest of his capabilities.

On one hand, it’s the fact that he was never given a parental figure, or treated in the way befitting of a child, and as such, Iguro is confident that he would not know what to do with a little bundle.

On the other hand, the Serpent Hashira is so disgusted by his on bloodline, desperate to scratch off his own flesh as a means of escape, that an intentional blood child is out of the cards. and trust me, he will work hard to prevent it.

Though should the fates intervene birth control of this era is fault, or if he has just picked up a child that clings to him during one of his missions. I believe that Iguro would not shirk his responsibilities.

Rather, I believe he’d make for a rather supportive and encouraging parent. Not the type to place high expectations and demands upon those in his care, but rather, just provide love and support and protection. I can even see the Serpent Hashira enjoying the little bundle in his arms with great trepidation.

Anxious at how little one can be, new to the world. Pure. Obanai would naturally gravitate towards diapering, potty training, and soothing the child at all hours of the night. Delicate to teach them games, and self-defense, cook them meals, and tend to boo-boos, but he will shy away from the emotional demands.

he’s giving you late nights, you can handle the tears.

As you have already been clued into, Obanai is a master at expressing love through more practical applications. Acts of services is his go to in order to prove his dedication to you, and he is not one to shy away from any opportunity to express his love physically.

You can expect that he is more than willing to take over the dinner duties upon noticing the exhaustion on your features. To rub your temples, when you have mentioned a headache. To draw a bath when you are fatigued, or dirty. In a surprising way, Obanai is a natural care taker. go figure.

Initially, if you have a preference for acts of physical intimacy to express affections, you will find yourself disappointed, and abandoned. He just isn’t comfortable with having his space invaded upon your initial match, or in public.

However, as time goes on, you will find that he is very willing to grasp your hand in a crowd he doesn’t want to lose you he claims, or allow his shoulder to brush against yours in a restaurant, to catch the strands of your hair, and fan you in the heat of summer. In a well-developed relationship between the two of you behind closed doors, you will find that he will more than make up for the absence of his touch.

Quick to wrap himself around you in an embrace, to claim you. You will have to beg him to release you. but do you really want to?

For fairly obvious reasons, if you have a preference for quality time, his affections may be hit or miss for you. On the one hand, he genuinely enjoys the chance to be around you.

Doing absolutely nothing if you so desire. Curled into one another, or reading books within fingers reach. Watch the leaves dance across the veranda, snuggled into a blanket with tea, but on the opposite end, Obanai needs his space.

He’s a frequent flyer of solitude, and as such, there will be times where you will struggle to balance your needs with his own. It can be a delicate balancing act that leaves you both frustrated.

Take it one day at a time, and savor the moments that he provides you. They’re genuine, and uninterrupted.

Words of Affirmation will also be a stumble, but not right ignored. While Iguro is not the type to express his love in a verbal paragraph, you will find that he is fairly forth coming with his compliments. his face is red as yours.

Yet he will drop compliments on you out of the moment, often leaving you blindsided and reeling from the heat of his gaze. They are far and few between, but they are honey laced truths that he dares to share with his resolve. the hint of all he leaves unsaid burning your insides.

Iguro is not a bad gift giver, however it’s best to limit your expectations. He is not the sort to bring home lavish perfumes. he hates the scent that dares to taint your odor. nor is the type to bring home outlandish accessories.

Too many embellishments obscuring your natural beauty, nor is the type to bring home a ridiculously large bouquet, but this doesn’t mean that Obanai will skip over the sentiment all together.

Rather, Iguro is a master of sweet gifts. Simple pleasures. A small sweet wrapped in a delicate cloth. A simple hair pin that captivated your beauty. Flowers he handpicked upon his journey home. A Small dragonfly pin that matched your eyes perfectly. His gifts will never obscure your natural beauty, each item selected with care.

The reality is to be loved by Iguro is to know a love that will transcend time. It will endure loss, and distance. Heartache, and torture, it will endure the tests that the world will throw at it, and the punishments of the night. It will lend itself to tender touches, and gentle gazes. It is patient as it is kind, never asking for more than you wish to give. Only going where it is you lead, through meadows, through forest, and mountains, to depths of the sea, it will follow you whereever it is you shall go. It is compassion through strife. It is delicate and as plush as the press of his lips. Fragile as his features revealed beneath the moonlight. Eyes that avert shyly before being lured back to your side. Docile as the way it leans upon your shoulders. It is simple as the touch of the waves upon the sand. Affectionate as the sky that shatters beneath day break. The reveal of a small smile that falters to age. The curl of his fingers through your hair, soothing ends as his mixed matched gemstones eyes, one of citrine, and the other of alexandrite gaze up with you revealing the depths of his devotion. The vulnerability of his cheek curled into your lap, a shoulder to bear your burdens such is that of his love.

If you will have him.

In this life.

And the next.

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Sky Full of Stars - Chapter Four.

Here you go then, guys. An entire chapter of smut. Go forth and devour ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 4,633

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

What began as a rapid undressing of two people consumed by desire for one another slowed in tempo by the time their naked bodies hit the bed, though it still burned like the heat of a thousand suns. His body blanketed hers, chiselled muscles pressing her into the soft, white linen beneath, his tongue pooling a lick at the dip of her neck, lips scattering kisses upon the side of her throat.

He felt glorious against her, her hands chartering the exploration of his body, a flush of goose pimples rising over his back as her short nails softly clawed down his sides, his teeth nipping at her neck before his mouth lowered. Wetting her hand with a slippery lick, she reached to curl a grasp around what had to be one of the most perfect, thick cocks she had ever witnessed, feeling it twitch against the slow pull she teased, a soft groan vibrating his throat as he sucked her nipple.

“Mmm,” she purred, thumb rubbing the head of him, his abs twitching against her arm, “you’re so big.”

“Mmhm.” he hummed with a wink, moving to kiss her with need before he slid from her grasp, elbows knocking her thighs further apart, his tongue circling her navel. He had her burning with incandescence, her flames rising to his touch, hips quaking when she felt him drag a thumb through her already glistening folds. Seeking out her clit, he began to stroke it teasingly lightly, barely any pressure there as his thumb circled, her little cry setting his insides to tingle.

She felt it rush over her nerves in a glimmer, panting softly, that tentative contact becoming firmer as she felt his other hand move, two fingers pushing into her while his mouth moved to press hot, open-mouthed kisses upon her inner thigh. A simple crook of his fingers, raking them against her walls slowly but firmly sent heat skipping over her nerves, his eyes transfixed at the sight of her spread before him, completely lost to the bliss of his hands.

“Oh, fuck that feels so good!” she cried, legs writhing, jolting a little when his teeth nipped softly at her inner thigh.

He’d intended to tease her with the anticipation of it a little longer, but the sight of her, the warm wet glossing his fingers, those soft moans. It would take a stronger man than him to resist moving his hands and instead, burying his mouth against the soaked velvet of her folds. Each lick pressed into her firmly, his groan of desire all grit and baritone, nose tickled against the little landing strip of hair remaining, tongue flickering against the hot gush of her opening before it rolled up to begin beating against her clit.

“Holy shit!” she gasped, her hands rooting in his hair, “how fucking fast can you move your tongue?”

She felt him smile against her, sucking on her clit while looking up, hands reaching to gently knead her breasts. “Faster than that.”

He... what?

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”

A deep laugh echoed his throat. “Yeah, that’s a given.”

Despite her words, she wasn’t sure if he was being serious, until she felt it for herself, the tip of his tongue whirling rapidly over her hardened little bud, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mouth dropped open. How was he real? Truly, where was the downside of this gorgeous, intelligent, funny, lovely man who had a tongue that challenged the speed of sound? How? He’d likely have a flaw somewhere, but right at that moment, she was enjoying him being without any at all as he ate her with fervent desire.

Her moans escalated, hands tugging his hair hard as she writhed against the relentlessness of every rapid lick, the ecstasy set to a rushing flood that poured golden through her veins. Holy shit. Not even she had made herself come that quickly before. She was only vaguely aware of him kissing her thigh for a few moments in the aftermath, her head fuzzy, lost to the pulse of her orgasm still throbbing through her entire being.

The feeling of him pushing into her brought her back, her mouth dropping open. Oh, god. Even bigger than it looked, and...

“Erm... condom?” she spoke, raising an eyebrow.

He smirked, reaching out to grasp the empty wrapper between his fingers. “Already there. You were too busy being tongue drunk to notice.”

“Oh,” she laughed quietly, whimpering softly as he began to move within her, kissing him with slow, sumptuous heat. “Are you going to get me nicely dick drunk now, too?”

His eyes shone with lust, the green somehow seeming even brighter, although those beautiful irises were rapidly becoming eclipsed by the inking of his pupils. “Absolutely hammered, honey.”

Utter adoration spurred the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect.

“Gorgeous,” he panted, hands running tenderly down her face, “so fucking beautiful.”

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him. Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts quickly became completely uncontained in all out frenzy.

“Oh, god. Fuck me.” she purred. He did, and oh, it was relentless. It was everything she hoped it would be over the past three days. She drank him in, knowing she only had four days left to enjoy this, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with the woman who had captivated him beyond comprehension.

It became so intense, she was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven mere moments after him.

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe. They gazed with complete fondness at one another, Jade enjoying the way his cock felt as it twitched inside her, the burn of her release gently ebbing away. Eventually they found their way beneath the covers, only four hours of sleep in the early hours dictating they enjoy the comfort of a bed to also rest their heads in, Adrien curling around her as they drifted off.

They’d been sleeping for two hours when Jade awoke to a strange noise, feeling a sudden shaking behind her. Turning, she saw him, hand clasped over his mouth, finally letting his laughter boom when he saw she’d woken herself up.

“What the hell was that noise?” she asked sleepily, only tipping him into further hysterics.

“You!” he hissed, “you just made a moo noise! It wasn’t even like a cow mooing, though. It was more a person doing a bad impersonation of a baby cow. Oh my god!”

Not another nocturnal noise. Hiding her face, she felt warmth growing across her cheeks, eventually laughing as she emerged, Adrien pulling her into his arms. “Moo. That’s your name now.”

And now a further nickname thanks to the aforementioned nocturnal noises. “Oh, my life. Famed for the noises I can make into a microphone and cursed by the ones I do in my sleep!” Looking at him, she aimed a soft slap to his shoulder. “Stop laughing at me!”

“I can’t! It’s too funny!” He finally managed to compose himself, sensing her embarrassment, laying kisses atop her head as he stroked her hair.

“I’m going to get you back, you know,” she spoke, moving out from his embrace as she turned him onto his back, seating herself astride him while stroking his chest. “You might enjoy it, though. It depends.”

His eyebrow arched. “On what?”

“On how open you are to the idea of relinquishing control.”

“Hm,” he mused, looking thoughtful. “Usually not that much, my dominant streak is pretty hard wired. What did you have in mind?”

Reaching to the side of the bed, he grabbed his jeans, pulling the belt free as she fixed him with a very suggestive look. Five minutes on from that, and he found himself bound tightly to the bedframe by his wrists, the brand-new leather a little constrictive against his skin. If anything, that added to the overall effect of being tied up, though.

It then occurred to him; he was thirty-six, had done much tying up of his lover’s past, but this was the first time he’d ever allowed somebody else to do so with him. Swiftly, he became absent of all thoughts at all, her mouth teasing its way all over his body, finally reaching his cock and toying with him, a few kisses fluttered over the very tip, leaving him hanging in suspense before finally, her mouth sank, lips closing tightly around the base.

His mouth dropped open, her lips pulsing around him a couple of times as he looked down at her in disbelief. “Um, I’m not complaining, but do you even have a gag reflex?”

She dragged her mouth back up the thick of his shaft slowly, so slowly, his eyes virtually crossed, releasing him with a little slippery pop. “Nope.” Winking, her mouth travelled back down again, his head thudding against the pillows with a deep groan, chuckling a laugh that was one hundred percent filthy.

Beautiful, talented, interesting, funny, sweet, and no gag reflex. He’d found the holy grail.

“I swear,” she murmured, running her tongue up the thickened vein on the underside of his shaft, “you have the most perfect cock I have ever seen. They’re not aesthetically pleasing, but yours is. It’s beautiful. Mmm, feels just as gorgeous as it looks, too.” And she was complimentary, which didn’t hurt his ego at all. Each drag of her mouth had his muscles twitching, her hand taking over, tongue flickering over the very tip until she drew the kind of groans from him that arrowed right between her thighs.

She had him gleaming from the wet of her tongue, hand tugging up and down as she sucked the head of him, hearing the leather creaking, his muscles bulging as he began to pull against the restraint. Letting him cool down, she moved her mouth to his chiselled abs, tongue trailing the rises and falls, hand pumping softly, making him keen for more, his back arching a little from the bed.

Returning her mouth, she took him right to her throat once more, keeping it slow, slow, slow, the little shocks skittering over his muscles flourishing to relentless quivers, his cock jerking as she sucked him, tongue darting from side to side, sending him on a clear trajectory to utter mindlessness. Releasing him, she chartered a lick from the dark hair leading from his navel, slowly over his abs, up to his chest, softly biting his nipple as she moved astride him, guiding his harness into the slippery clasp of her...

“Damn, that pretty little pussy is fucking soaking,” he groaned, hissing a moan when her teeth crushed against his nipple again with a little more acerbity, Jade sitting up to sink down on him fully.

“All because of you, gorgeous. Seriously, just looking at you gets me wet.” Her purr preceded a lust filled gaze, smiling as she watched the pleasure dance in his eyes, licking her lip and squeezing her inner muscles around him in a powerful, viscid series of clenches. After a brief exchange had revealed both to be fine where STI’s were concerned and her on the pill, the idea of condoms had been abandoned. “I can’t wait to feel you fill me with cum, but baby, it isn’t going to happen anytime soon.”

“Isn't it?” he rumbled, a sharp buck of his hips almost unseating her.

“Ah, ah,” she warned, grasping his jaw, pushing two fingers into his mouth while lowering her lips to his neck. “None of that. Be a good boy and I’ll fuck you. Misbehave, and I’ll punish you. Understand?” Moving until only the very head of his cock remained within her, she squeezed on him again, and god, what that and her words did to his brain.

Static. Mere buzzing where his thoughts would be. Thank you and goodnight, ladies and gentlemen. Adrien Brody had left the building. He was being dominated for the first time in his life, and it hit him with blunt force gravitas, how much it truly sparked his arousal from burning flames to complete wildfire.

“Mmhmm.” he hummed in confirmation, sucking her fingers as she slowly pulled them from his mouth, replacing them for her tongue and kissing him with burning finesse. Rolling her hips, she ensnared the entire length of his shaft again, walls pulsing on him, pulling rumbling groans from deep in his chest that slowly begin to soften in pitch, a little helpless, his body still shuddering with an edge of hunger beneath hers.

When she’d told him she was a cock tease, she had not been lying. At all.

Finally, after squeezing and releasing him to the point of overly aroused agony, she began to slide upon him, hips weaving in a figure of eight and furtherly reducing him to a shaking wreck of a man beneath her. He was ruined, the sensation of his cock hitting her insides at every angle and depth fluttering up his spine, heart hammering so wildly he could hear the thrum of it echoing through his ears.

She was a sexual goddess, a poison flower, the kind of woman who knew how to flay a man’s senses right down to the razor’s edge of his nerves, but in a way he wouldn’t ever be able to cease craving. It was that sharp edge she kept him teetering upon, too, building him up, watching carefully, gauging when he was close only to stop dead and deny his falling into the whirling, crashing sea of ecstasy he so desperately wanted to drown within.

“If I... fuck... have a damned heart attack... just let it be known... I died... very happy,” he panted, hardly able to string a sentence together, Jade leaning to him, running her tongue in a slow glide up his cheek. She’d worked him to the point of orgasm six times, edging him to the boundaries of his own sanity. All the while too, watching the illimitably erotic sight of her fingers sweeping in circles over her clit. No wonder he could barely speak. The poor man was shaking like a leaf beneath her, finely sheened with sweat. It was time.

The intent she began to move with had entire constellations lighting up and collapsing within him, hissing mutters of both curses and prayers as he felt it burn through him, cock jerking and filling her, coming so hard he felt knocked sideways by it. Her own undoing cascaded through her in ceaseless waves, all those little darts hitting every target, but none more so than watching just how hard he’d unravelled beneath her.

“Are you okay down there?” she asked sweetly, giggling softly at the way his mouth hung agape, blinking slowly, eyebrows rising as he panted hard.

“Yeah,” he finally croaked, grinning widely, “I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. Wow.”

Leaning to him, they kissed with gentle heat, Jade reaching to unfasten the belt binding him to the bed, climbing off him to walk in a somewhat bow-legged stagger to the bathroom. Feeling very pleased with herself, she went about her business, washing her hands and splashing her face with water, her minimal makeup still looking good.

Opening the door, she nearly died of fright, seeing Adrien standing right there. She’d assumed him to be still lost to the ebbing of his release, but no. Not so much. And the way he looked at her? Oooh.

“You shouldn’t have untied me,” he spoke, deep voice raspy and sexy, a smirk beginning to tilt the corner of his mouth.

“Shouldn’t I?” she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

He shook his head, ducking to throw her over her shoulder. “You’re in trouble now.”

The force of the spank he placed to her ass made her eyes widen, Jade carried back to the bed with the hugest grin upon her face. Another hard slap had her squealing, her mouth dropping open. If that was a starter smack, would she even be able to sit down once he was done with her?

He placed her down on the end of the bed, hands reaching beneath her arms to pull her up until she was kneeling, hand lifting her chin, his thumb running over her lower lip. “Stay there. Don’t you move an inch.”

The way he delivered those words, the instruction clear and firm, ohhh. As a woman very much in the driving seat of her life, one who did not give up control easily or bend to the will of others unless she wanted to, being given orders didn’t sit well with her. However, that one did. The little sparkle rippling her core told her how much, too.

The bed dipped with his weight as he moved behind her, Jade hearing the sound of his belt buckle rattle, the leather caressing her forearms as he bound them together. He weaved it around, her wrists crossed and fastened, lamenting that he didn’t have something more substantial than a mere belt. “I wish I had access to rope. I’d bind you up if we were at my place, suspend you from the hook I have hanging on a chain above my bed, and make you watch me fuck you while you’re all tied up tight.”

Fire. Blazing fire burned through her, his lips dropping hot, opened mouthed kisses against her neck, hands moving to stroke swirls across her breasts. “So, you’re a freak, is what you’re telling me, hmm?”

“On occasion.” His teeth nipped at her earlobe, a rumbled chuckle setting her blood to boil. “Shhh. No more talking. I’m accepting pretty little moans only, or nothing at all.”

Nobody told her to shush, and she liked it about as much as she didn’t. And he knew. His hands slid over her skin, chartering paths of heat, one reaching her throat and gently grasping. It flashed through her mind for a moment, the last time her neck had been held, her body stiffening until the stroke of his fingertips over her throat brought her back from memories of the man who’d hurt her worse than she’d ever been, back to the one she felt herself falling easily into a place of trust with.

A few more kisses were scattered over her neck, her shoulder, feeling him move himself beneath her, Adrien taking to his back and pushing her thighs apart, her body lowering to straddle his head. The desire to reach for his gloriously muscular arms as he brought them through her thighs gap as well was huge, not settling with the notion of being incapacitated quite as well as he had, her finger beginning to fiddle in an attempt to free herself.

Immediately, she was reprimanded, his hand smacking her ass so hard, her eyes watered. “Behave.”

“It’s your fault,” she purred, watching as he laid kisses upon her inner thighs, “having those gorgeous arms I’m just dying to stroke.”

His hand met her ass again, the smack even harder. “I said no talking, Jade.”

“But...”

Again, his hand brought a stinging reprimand. “With every word you keep speaking, I’ll add another minute to how long you have to wait to feel my mouth right here.” He kissed her slit, that press of his lips making her nerves bounce, Jade biting her lip and nodding. She could have continued to fight, not bend to him, but oh, not when she remembered how crazily good that man was with his tongue. If obedience meant she’d receive that faster, then she could be good for him.

His mouth ghosted around her apex, teasing the promise, soft kisses eventually pressed, his tongue licking the uppermost juncture of her thigh, her legs beginning to quiver. His lips brought sparks to cinder upon her skin, the arousal rushing over her body like a spring breeze with just the slightest tingle of chill, his teeth closing in a soft bite upon her thigh making her muscles bounce.

His tease had her teetering on the precipice of anticipation, more so than she could ever remember, big hands kneading her tits, thumbs skimming over her pebbled nipples until finally, she felt the gratification she needed. Pushing his tongue flat against her dewy opening, he ran a long, slow, firm lick up to her clit, the wide press parting her folds with delicious precision.

The taste of her flooded his senses, earthy like honey with a little note of citrus sharp, a few more long licks pulling the kind of moans from her that made his cock begin twitching back into life, closing her nipples in a soft pinch between his thumbs and forefingers. Her hips began to sway, and he allowed it, happily left her ride the blade of his tongue, swirling through her folds with a hungry grunt.

A bonfire of pleasure began to crackle deep, like the amber of flames glowing through the blackest of nights, her breath shuddered as she felt his nose very deliberately nudging her clit while his tongue dipped her soaking hole. God, he was too good. Biting sparks flickered when he returned his tongue to her bud, circling her, slowly and firmly, watching her soft abs flex, fingers pinching firmer as he rolled her nipples deliciously between his thumbs and forefingers.

Each expeditious flicker of his tongue all over her swollen clit pulled her pleasure further forth, her soft moans escalating to helpless wails, thighs shaking. She knew he’d do it, guessed his intention would be to – as he had warned when they first met – tease her back twice as badly, Adrien removing the contact and turning his head to kiss her inner thigh.

The indignance of being left on simmer almost prompted her voice, to verbalise in protest, but she didn’t dare. Not if it meant he ceased altogether. Edging she could handle, but having his mouth right there against her sex without the incandescent laving of his tongue would be a torture she couldn’t withstand.

Still, she was made to wait, the heat of his breath against her doing nothing but further driving her need, his tongue finally returning to her, chasing the pleasure until it welled warm and syrupy down her spine, puddling at her cunt, soaking his mouth. She likely thought he’d edge her to death with his mouth, but he was nothing if not a lover prepared to keep the woman he was with guessing.

Closing his lips around her clit, he began to suck, increasing the pressure, smiling against the velvet wet of her as he evoked those beautiful, helpless, lust drenched wails, stopping at the crucial moment to gently touch his tongue against her instead. It wasn’t quite a lick, tiny little prods enough to keep her in rapture, but not enough to let her release surge.

He removed his mouth entirely then, moving to kneel behind her, sliding a fingertip down her spine, his tongue then slowly following the path back up as his hand gently grasped the back of her neck, pushing gently but firmly.

“Down.”

That one simple word, delivered in rumbling baritone, sent pleasure skittering over her nerves, the force of his hand pressing her into the comforter and holding her there only adding to the forest fire that began to burn through her.

Grasping his cock, he began to tease her folds, parting her walls an inch, then two, her whine helpless. “Told you, twice as badly.” He chuckled, making her growl low in her throat, his big hand coming down to smack her ass, the other rooting itself in her mountain of blonde waves. “But you’ll take it, though. You don’t have any other choice...” Grasping her hair, he hauled her up until her back hit his chest, the leather binding her wrists creaking, “...and that’s what turns you on the most, isn’t it?”

“Mm,” she mewled, her heart crashing like a storm within her chest.

“You can speak now, honey. I wanna hear you beg for my cock.”

Oh, he was evil. Yes, she liked it more than she was prepared to admit. Just because she was completely at his mercy, though, it didn’t mean she couldn’t claw a little control back, use her words to her advantage.��

“You have no idea how much I want to feel you sliding that perfect, thick cock right up in me. I need it, need to feel you pounding me into the bed while you hold me down, spread me wide, make me scream for you. Please, baby. Please fuck me.”

She was forced back down again, his cock nudging against her clit before it moved to spear into her, filling her deep. She cried out as he split her, her walls fluttering madly, the sensation of it fizzing down to her bones. He fell into a rhythm that had her gasping, hips hitting hard against her as the sound of flesh smacking together filled the air, his thickness scraping sparks through her walls.

He was heavy and overbearing within her, hand fisted tightly in her hair, the other moving to clasp her where she was bound, fingers grasping hers in a move much tenderer than the onslaught he fucked her with. His groans went to gravel, like boulders crashing against one another, pounding against a spot within her that sent constellations glittering into life.

Her tight, wet walls pulsed around him, drawing grits and cusses from him as he railed her into the bed, hand spanking another welt onto her ass, his fingers entwining with hers again as they both began to hurtle towards nirvana. Releasing the grasp on her neck, his hand moved beneath her, fingers stretching to tease heat at her clit, her wails hoarse, body shuddering against his as he moved like a jackhammer within her.

It was fervid and wild, his cock hitting her summit again and again as she felt it jerk, her waves crashing against his shore as she came with a feral cry, the sensation of it rolling up her spine and back again as she felt him filling her with cum. He finally slowed, the flutters of her walls around him keeping him under the spell her body had cast upon him, hands moving to unfasten her binding. He gently rubbed her wrists, cock exiting her, watching the load he’d just shot deep beginning to drip out.

They collapsed then, finding one another’s arms, everything melting into sweet serenity as they shared soft kisses, and time stood still. Neither had experienced contentment quite like it before.

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